Chapter 167: Slap This Side of the Face Too
“Tenleson?!”
Su Miantang’s amber eyes instantly widened.
“Why are you here?”
“I should be the one asking you that, shouldn’t I?”
Tenleson’s thin lips curled up slightly. His tall, straight nasal bone was mere inches from pressing against her delicate, snow-white face. With every breath they took, a hot, scalding mist ambiguously sprayed and entangled between them, enough to make anyone’s mind wander.
“Why are you on my bed?”
Th-this is his bed?
Wait!
The identical surname, the familiar scent…
He really was related to this family?!
“Did you agree to my proposal from this morning and decide to throw yourself into my arms?”
As he spoke, his gaze darkened. Unable to withstand the temptation, he lowered his head, preparing to kiss her.
“I most certainly did not!”
Su Miantang rapidly turned her head away. Recalling his teasing and insults from that morning, her heart filled with fury. She tried to resist, but both her hands were pinned dead against the headboard by him, rendering her completely immobile.
She attempted to struggle a couple of times, but her tender wrists were merely scraped by his rough palms. “It hurts…”
Hearing her cry out in pain, the man immediately let go.
Seizing the opportunity, the young girl shoved him forcefully. Her first push landed squarely on his head.
He sported a buzzcut, and the short, black stubble was thick and stiff, painfully prickly to the touch.
Feeling as if she had just grabbed a hedgehog, she shook her hand out and aimed for a different spot, shoving downward. This time, accompanied by a crisp smack and a considerable amount of force… it looked exceptionally like… she had slapped him across the face.
“…”
Su Miantang’s breathing hitched. Looking at his slightly turned head, her heart sank: I’m doomed.
She had only wanted to push him away; she never expected to actually slap him.
Although he was a shameless rogue and entirely deserved getting slapped, he was still the most dangerous criminal boss in Manchester-Neton Prison.
And her pheromones had absolutely zero effect on him.
In a moment, he wouldn’t get so enraged that he’d shift straight into a Senran and swallow her whole, right?
Please don’t!
Just as she was debating whether to apologize to save her own life, the man’s tongue gently prodded the inside of his slapped left cheek. He slowly turned his head back, his lazy, uninhibited deep eyes radiating a faint, almost imperceptible rogueish aura that made his emotions impossible to decipher.
“Little Marshmallow.”
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Haven’t you eaten?”
Su Miantang: “?”
“This side needs it too.”
As he spoke, he leaned the right side of his sharply contoured, flawlessly structured face right in front of her.
Su Miantang: “??”
After being stunned for one second, two seconds, three seconds…
A single sentence popped up from the bottom of her heart.
【He really is a pervert. Confirmed.】
“Heh…”
Hearing her evaluation, the man couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
Waves of his deep, magnetic voice resonated powerfully through his sturdy chest, sounding incredibly pleasant to the ear.
“You call this being a pervert?”
She didn’t know.
Her lying on his bed, pinned beneath him, constantly allowing him to feel her graceful, soft curves, admire her breathtakingly beautiful face, and inhale her secluded, deadly fragrant pheromones—just how massive of a challenge that posed to his rationality and bottom line. In his mind, there were a thousand, ten thousand thoughts far more perverted and stimulating that he wanted to force upon her.
He was so perverted he was afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
The young girl, whose thoughts had been flawlessly read: “…Are you using mind-reading again?”
“Again?” Tenleson looked somewhat surprised. “You already knew I had mind-reading? As expected of an SSSS-grade female, the only female researcher at the Academy of Sciences. Not only are you beautiful and sexy, but you’re also that smart.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Su Miantang smiled faintly. This rogue’s way of praising people truly was built different.
“But please turn it off. This constitutes an invasion of privacy, and it is a highly impolite behavior.”
“Invasion of privacy?”
Tenleson arched a sharp brow.
He cast a glance at her.
Then he cast a glance around his own bedroom.
Su Miantang grasped his implication, her face turning somewhat awkward. “Uh, I didn’t intentionally barge into your room. The door wasn’t closed, and I smelled a very familiar scent…”
Thinking back on it now, it must have been his.
“Very familiar?” Her unintentional remark deeply pleased the man. “We’ve only met a few times, and my Little Marshmallow is already very familiar with me?”
“…My fear of snakes is carved right into my bones.”
Tenleson’s expression paused slightly. “Then I didn’t intentionally read your mind either. It’s just that you constantly leave me unable to guess your thoughts.”
“?” How was she hard to guess?
“For example, right now, I really want to know exactly what you are thinking behind that fake smile of yours.”
“…”
Su Miantang immediately dropped the fake curve of her lips.
【I didn’t think of anything, I didn’t think of anything, I didn’t think of anything…】
Her adorable reaction caused the man to let out another muffled chuckle.
“It’s off.”
【Really?】
“Really.”
“You clearly didn’t turn it off! I caught you!”
“Your expression was just far too obvious, alright?”
“…”
“Little Marshmallow, didn’t you want to know what was under my pillow just now? Do you want me to take it out and show you?”
His sudden, exceptionally generous invitation, coupled with the wicked glint of malicious intent at the corners of his eyes, sparked an ominous premonition in the depths of Su Miantang’s heart.
“Wh-what is it?”
“A frequently used piece of bedding filled with the aura of a single male. What do you guess it could be?”
His utterly wicked description successfully sent the pure young girl’s thoughts straight into the gutter. Could it be… one of those cups?
“I don’t want to see it anymore!”
She instantly regretted it.
“Oh? Weren’t you very curious? Just take a look.”
As he spoke, he reached his hand straight under the pillow.
Alarm bells frantically blared in Su Miantang’s mind. She immediately grabbed his arm, repeatedly trying to stop him. “I won’t look, I already said I won’t look!”
“Just take a look.”
“I won’t look, I won’t look!”
“Take a look.”
During their back-and-forth tug-of-war…
Without realizing it, the young girl went from merely tugging at the male’s arm to hugging it tightly against her chest. The firm, bulging muscle constantly rubbed against her soft, full curves, delivering a lethally good sensation.
The man’s deep, dark emerald-green pupils stared unblinkingly at that exact spot, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing dryly and repeatedly.
Suddenly, he wanted to eat candy.
It was agonizing, incredibly agonizing.
But what was even more agonizing than his desire was…
The back of his neck suddenly felt incredibly itchy! Even itchier than last night!
He furrowed his brows tightly, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead as he forcefully endured the itchiness.
What was going on?
Ever since he met her, his wound had started to itch.
Su Miantang also noticed his anomaly. “Wh-what’s wrong with you?”
“Itches, it’s very itchy.”
“Where does it itch?”
“The back of my neck.”
“The back of your neck…”
As she spoke, she suddenly recalled her previous suspicion.
Was his gland gouged out by someone, leaving behind a wound?
“Can you let me take a look?”
She lifted her head slightly, wanting to peer at the back of his neck, but in the next split second, she was pinned down.
“No.”
“…Alright.”
Her suspicions only deepened.
“If it itches, it usually means the wound has bred bacteria, or the flesh is in the process of growing.”
“What?!”
Tenleson froze for a second, then stared fixedly at her. An unparalleled shock erupted from the depths of his burning eyes, dazzling and intense.
He had applied a protective film to the back of his neck; it was impossible for bacteria to breed.
The wound had existed for years; it was even more impossible for flesh to regenerate.
Then for it to itch this intensely now, what was trying to grow out was… a gland?!
Heh.
Hehehehe!
Years of agony, despair, and decadence—a body that felt like a barren wasteland—had suddenly bred hope at this very moment. It was exactly as if a tiny, pure white gardenia flower had bloomed in the dark, damp depths of his heart.
Everything was because he had met her.
An extreme complexity of interwoven emotions made his expression look as if he couldn’t decide whether to cry or laugh, his gaze twisting with a hint of madness.
“Little Marshmallow, you truly are a treasure…”
“?”
Why were his eyes so bright? They were so bright it was a bit abnormal, and his smile was a bit abnormal too.
Sure enough, in the next second, he lowered his head and attempted to kiss her.
She was his.
His alone.
He wanted to possess her completely, and absolutely no one was permitted to covet even a single fraction of her!
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