The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 110.2

Part 2

He thought, Did those scumbag lines just now actually make Shi Ye happy? He immediately felt a pang of conscience and tried to think of something that would genuinely make Shi Ye happy.

“Then kiss me again. A bit harder. That last one felt like you hadn’t eaten dinner.”

“…”

“Don’t you like it?”

Shi Ye answered him with a fierce kiss.

Wen Rong responded. This feeling of completely acknowledging his own desires was good; like an electric shock, there was an indescribable physical pleasure.

The noise outside the door had completely died down. Wen Rong’s lips stung from the friction. He moved his hand to pat Shi Ye’s shoulder, reminding him vaguely, “Alright, go back to sleep.”

Shi Ye let go of him and stood up straight.

Wen Rong reached out to touch the doorknob, but suddenly, a thick arm crossed his shoulder and hooked him backward.

In an instant, his body was suspended in the air.

Wen Rong was startled and took a sharp breath before realizing Shi Ye had picked him up.

His weight was nothing to Shi Ye; walking from the door to the bed was practically a stroll.

Whether it was excessive trust in Shi Ye or just that Shi Ye was usually so obedient, Wen Rong wasn’t nervous.

After sitting him down, Shi Ye knelt at his feet as expected.

“Do you want to chat for a while before you go?” Wen Rong asked proactively.

“Aren’t you worried I’ll do something to you?”

“I don’t think you’re that kind of person.”

“I’m not that kind of person, but Zhou Xie might be. Aren’t you worried he’ll do something to you? He forced you last time.”

“Actually, I said some provoking things to him last time. I’m experienced now, I won’t—”

Wen Rong suddenly pressed down on the back of Shi Ye’s hand. “Shi Ye?”

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“He would. Even I can’t control it, and Zhou Xie has even less self-control than I do.”

Powerful fingertips slid along the side of the leg that had only ever been touched by Senior Leon. Nerves tightened uncontrollably.

The knot on his sweatpants was slowly undone. Wen Rong felt Shi Ye’s chest completely press his calves against the edge of the bed.

A single layer of fabric couldn’t block the heat. The ambiguity made him subconsciously try to pull his leg back, but he was pinned down.

“Shi Ye,” he warned, his voice hurried and slurred.

Shi Ye didn’t answer. He turned his body and knelt directly in front of him, his hands cuffing Wen Rong’s knees.

Now, Wen Rong was truly and completely restrained.

Shi Ye had a face that wasn’t to be trifled with; his sharp features carried a fierce air, and he was most terrifying when expressionless.

Wen Rong couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong with you?”

Shi Ye didn’t answer. He buried his head, the back of his neck arching to show the shape of his spine, pulling the two accumulated muscles on his back into a high ridge.

The power was vividly transmitted to Wen Rong’s lower abdomen.

“I won’t call Zhou Xie next time.” Facing the crisis, Wen Rong tried his best to guess the reason for Shi Ye’s abnormal behavior.

“That is your freedom.”

Shi Ye paused. “I know. If you need me, you will call me too.”

“Then you…”

“You are too good at coaxing me.”

Shi Ye had loved competition since childhood, and his control over his body was far superior to that of ordinary people. He could resist most temptations, but after meeting Wen Rong, he lost control irrecoverably.

Most of the time, it was out of anger.

But recently, Wen Rong seemed to have changed.

Why did he speak so pleasantly?

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Why were his eyes so soul-hooking?

Every breath was so enticing.

Wen Rong was perfect, except for the flaw that he didn’t belong solely to him.

Just listening to Wen Rong speak turned that sour jealousy into palpitations, heating up his entire body. His heart, and every muscle, buzzed with excitement as if waiting for a match to begin.

Shi Ye nuzzled intimately; every wisp of air he breathed seemed laced with an aphrodisiac.

Obsessively, he let go of the knees, slipped under the T-shirt, and caressed the waist.

So slender.

No muscle at all, soft. He wanted to pinch it.

Wen Rong let out a distinct gasp. “That tickles.”

“Wen Rong, I’m kneeling for you now. Can you let me continue?”

“Wen Rong, I want to continue. Coax me a little more.”

Wen Rong pushed at the top of Shi Ye’s head, his hand prickled by the buzz cut. His throat was numb, unable to make a sound, losing the best moment to refuse.

Shi Ye’s body temperature was higher than Senior Leon’s, whether it was his palms or his mouth.

He didn’t want to compare, but habits formed since childhood kicked in. Upon seeing the same problem, he subconsciously memorized two methods of solving it, noting the differences between the two approaches in the margins.

Senior was gentle; every touch carried a style of roundabout lingering. Shi Ye was more domineering, treating him like a feather—blowing him into the sky with one fierce breath, and before he could land, blowing him up again.

Every time was truly forceful, the exhaled sounds so loud he couldn’t help but raise his hand to cover the flush on his cheeks.

He floated, the feather ruffled and split by the air, tattered, swinging wetly.

“Shi Ye, that’s enough.”

“That’s enough.”

At first, Wen Rong could remind Shi Ye in full sentences, but in the end, he could only struggle to pat him. “I… I’m really getting angry.”

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He didn’t know where he was patting—perhaps the prickly hair, perhaps the tightly furrowed brow. Shi Ye seemed impervious to pain, letting him do as he pleased.

Wen Rong felt a sense of freedom, yet simultaneously a lack thereof.

Like a bird in a cage, allowed to spread its wings to fly, but with its feet grasped tight.

Until Shi Ye hoisted him up, denying him even the freedom of his wings, grabbing his hand. “Hit here.”

Wen Rong was shaken by the terrifying heat. His fingertips trembled, his mind going blank for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he had already been carried to the sink by Shi Ye.

The hand soap provided by the school didn’t foam automatically. Shi Ye took some in his palm and rubbed it meticulously over the back of Wen Rong’s hand.

His fingers were spread wide apart. When the foam became rich, Shi Ye’s fingers slid into the gaps one by one.

Every time the calluses left from tennis scraped against his knuckles, his fingers clenched in a conditioned reflex.

Foam squeezed out from the tightly touching skin, dripping into the basin with a tick-tock, tick-tock.

This feeling of being wrapped in stickiness made Wen Rong tremble uncontrollably, as if what had just happened was still continuing.

“That’s enough.”

Wen Rong called a stop to Shi Ye.

“Need to scrub a bit longer, or there will be a smell.”

Wen Rong was scalded by the hot breath blowing against him. He inadvertently looked up and met Shi Ye’s eyes in the mirror.

That gaze held not a shred of satisfaction; it was empty, like a starving wolf.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?”

Wen Rong instantly understood Shi Ye’s implication. “I have to go out for a team-building event with the seniors from the News Club.”

“Do you have to go?”

“It’s already agreed upon.”

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Sizzle.

The faucet was turned on.

Shi Ye washed his hands clean, went next door to get a new set of sheets to change for him, and only then went back to sleep.

Wen Rong lost consciousness as soon as he touched the bed. When he opened his eyes again, it was 5:00 AM.

He climbed up wearily, dressing almost with his eyes closed.

The weather was nice. The air retained the chill accumulated overnight; a single breath made his lungs feel refreshed, and he was finally awake.

Wen Rong walked down the stairs and took out his phone to take a picture of the warm sun filtering through the leaves.

The cracks on the screen didn’t affect the beautiful scenery inside the phone. Every spot he snapped looked good, and he couldn’t help finding various angles to shoot.

Suddenly, a dark shadow entered the frame.

Wen Rong lowered his phone. Zhou Xie seemed to sense him and turned his head.

“Morning,” Zhou Xie said.

“Morning… You’re up this early too?”

“Usually not. Your stalker fans said you inevitably appear at the dorm entrance at 5:30 AM. I came to verify a doubt.”

“Huh?”

Zhou Xie looked him up and down and huffed a laugh. “Walking normally, still have the energy to take photos. That means you didn’t do it last night.”

“Hah?”

“Makes sense. It requires a huge psychological hurdle for a straight guy the first time.”

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