TLCBITAR Chapter 33
by VolareInside the silent study, Zhou Zhou leaned lazily against the sofa chair, muttering with a scripture in his hands.
Pei Yanlie sat upright, his brows tightly knitted, his face serious, as he reprimanded in a low voice, “Sit up straight. Are you reciting scriptures or chanting spells?”
[Tsk, don’t act like old Qu.]
Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes secretly, slowly straightened up, placed the scripture on the mahogany desk, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at the contents of the scripture with lowered eyes.
His thin lips slowly opened and closed, his lazy voice weak and powerless, “…The Buddha said, well done, well done…”
[Damn it, why are you staring at my face?]
Zhou Zhou propped his hand on his forehead, shielding his eyes, trying to block the intensely present gaze from across the room.
Pei Yanlie gazed at his rosy, parted lips, a strange emotion churning in his eyes. He pursed his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he felt parched.
He shifted his gaze, closed his eyes, and suppressed the surging desires in his heart, warning himself that this was the work of evil spirits and not to be bewitched.
However, the other party’s lazy, almost cat-like, cooing voice kept drilling into his ears, almost making him lose his mind.
The hand holding the scripture quietly clenched, then slowly released, repeating several times before he finally couldn’t help but stand up, his body tense, and walk towards the outside of the study.
[Tsk, he called someone to recite scriptures, but he’s the one running to the bathroom over and over.]
Only when he couldn’t see that tall figure anymore did Zhou Zhou lower his hand and flop onto the desk with a “thud,” closing his eyes to carefully recall the plot of the transmigration game.
Something was really wrong. The book never mentioned that Pei Yanlie was a metaphysics enthusiast!
He sat up in one go, striding towards the bookshelf next to him, the flip-flops stepping on the smooth floor, making a loud and strange “da da” sound.
The books in front of him were all kinds of scriptures, brand new as if they were just bought for decoration.
Zhou Zhou guessed that Pei Yanlie definitely hadn’t read these books!
Some hadn’t even been unwrapped.
He really couldn’t understand why he bought so many scriptures. Could it be that his house was haunted?
Thinking of this, he vaguely felt a gloomy chill surrounding him, making him shiver involuntarily.
The heavy sound of leather shoes gradually approached, and Zhou Zhou quickly hid behind the bookshelf. No need to guess, it must be Pei Yanlie returning.
[If he finds out I’m not in the study, will he be so angry that he vomits blood?]
Pei Yanlie suppressed the strange emotions in his eyes, lightened his footsteps, and slowly walked towards the hiding Zhou Zhou.
Zhou Zhou straightened his back, his back pressed tightly against the side of the bookshelf, even gathering the hem of his loose clothes to prevent being discovered.
The slight footsteps were faint and elusive. He held his breath, his whole body tense, not daring to move.
[Damn it, the more I hide, the scarier it gets. Don’t see me, don’t see me!]
Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he tilted his head and slowly poked his head out.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed, the hair on his head instantly standing on end, no different from a cat with its fur standing up.
“So you like playing hide-and-seek?” Pei Yanlie raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips lifting, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
Zhou Zhou concealed the expression on his face, smiling noncommittally, “Pei Senior is joking. I’ve been reading scriptures for too long, and my eyes are tired, so I can only wander around.”
[These footsteps are as light as a ghost, and he even deliberately ran behind me. How terrible!]
Pei Yanlie remained noncommittal, glancing at him lightly, and said in a low voice, “Read for another half hour, and you can go back.”
Under the male lead’s tyrannical power, Zhou Zhou twitched the corners of his mouth and chuckled a few times.
[He really thinks of himself as a teacher!]
Pei Yanlie pursed his lips, his dark eyes seeming to hide unspeakable secrets, making it impossible to explore them.
[Why are you staring at me again? Is there gold stuck to my face?]
Zhou Zhou unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his face randomly. There was nothing on his smooth, elastic skin, only his eyes, nose, and mouth.
He lowered his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a flattering smile, “Pei Senior, I have to go to school tomorrow, and I have to go back to school later. Don’t make it so late.”
The word “make” (Do it – gǎo) made Pei Yanlie’s pupils shrink slightly.
He pursed his lips tightly, took a deep look at the well-behaved boy, turned and walked back to the desk, saying in a manner that brooked no refusal, “Don’t bargain. I’ll take you to school after you finish reading.”
[Inhuman! Cold-blooded ice cube! Do you believe I’ll steal your wife!]
Pei Yanlie only watched him silently, expressionless.
“Oh, since you want to ‘make’ another half hour, can I even say anything?” Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and drawled a sentence of accusation.
He looked displeased, stomping his slippers loudly, wishing he could break the floor.
Pei Yanlie restrained his expression, put on a straight face, and lowered his head to seriously look at the contents of the scriptures.
At least in Zhou Zhou’s eyes, the man across from him was already hopelessly immersed in the scriptures.
However, Pei Yanlie couldn’t read a single word, his peripheral vision occasionally sweeping over Zhou Zhou’s face, and sometimes falling on those muttering red lips.
Why would a man be born with such a seductive face, making him wonder if the other party was possessed by a fox spirit.
Otherwise, why would he repeatedly fail to control himself from paying attention to him? It was really outrageous.
Pei Yanlie had been single for 25 years, and no one had ever had such a great impact on him. He didn’t suspect love; he only suspected that he was bewitched by evil spirits.
As long as he persisted in reciting the scriptures and drove away the evil spirits, perhaps this strange emotion would instantly dissipate.
Half an hour later, Zhou Zhou closed the scripture, yawned loudly, and his eyes were filled with moist tears and a little redness.
He raised his eyes, his blurred vision falling on the man across from him, his lazy voice seemingly carrying a hint of coquetry, “Is it okay now? I’m sleepy, I want to go back.”
With a “boom,” a thunderclap exploded in his mind, and Pei Yanlie instantly stood up, striding towards the outside, his long, slender fingers pressing tightly between his eyebrows and rubbing.
Zhou Zhou didn’t understand why, and slowly stood up to walk outside.
Just as he got down to the first floor, the Pei family’s Auntie Fang handed him a cup of honey water, smiling obsequiously, “Zhou Zhou, have a cup of honey water to moisten your throat before you leave.”
“Okay, thanks.” Zhou Zhou took the water glass, drank it all in one gulp, the sweet honey water sliding past his throat, the dry feeling instantly dissipating.
He didn’t expect Pei Yanlie’s family’s housekeeper to be quite capable. He smiled, and by the way, raised his eyebrows at the good-looking Auntie Fang, casually praising her, directly teasing her until she was shaking with laughter.
Pei Yanlie stood silently at the door of the villa in black clothes, his expression obscure and unpredictable, a dangerous aura surging around him.
[Tsk, with a murderous look, could it be that he and Auntie Fang have an unspeakable relationship?]
Zhou Zhou turned his gaze back to the beautiful Auntie Fang, scrutinizing her carefully.
[Her skin is quite white, and although she’s a bit older, she still has a lingering charm.]
Pei Yanlie turned to walk outside, his cold to the extreme voice vaguely carrying a trace of anger, “If you don’t leave, then don’t leave.”
“Nonsense.” Zhou Zhou glared at him, stepping on his slippers and quickly followed.