TLCBITAR Chapter 207

Chapter 207: You Are My First Man

After Pei Yanlie fed him a couple of mouthfuls of water mouth-to-mouth, Zhou Zhou snatched the cup from his hand and drank deeply. The dryness and pain in his throat eased a little, but it still hurt terribly. After all, crying and shouting for six or seven hours straight was really tough on the vocal cords.

Zhou Zhou brushed his hand away, lay down on his own, slowly turned over, faced away from him, and didn’t say a word.

“I gave you a nutrient solution drip yesterday. You must be hungry now.” Pei Yanlie got up, went around to the other side, sat down, and stared down at Zhou Zhou’s expressionless face.

[Don’t talk to me like nothing happened.]

[Thanks to you, what’s the difference between me and a cripple right now?]

Zhou Zhou only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then closed his eyes. He curled up his legs, and a piercing pain shot up from his butt.

Damn it, it definitely cracked!

He frowned tightly, his eyes squeezed shut in pain, his eyelids fluttering.

Although his eyes were closed, he kept his ears perked, eavesdropping on Pei Yanlie’s movements. He heard a slight sound from the mattress, followed by footsteps.

[He left?]

Zhou Zhou really wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but he was afraid of suddenly meeting his dark, heavy gaze.

After worrying about it for half a minute, the footsteps approached again. When the other person’s hand touched the small of his back, Zhou Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, “What are you doing!”

“Applying medicine.” Pei Yanlie’s lips were pressed tightly together. He yanked down his little shorts. Zhou Zhou was in pain just moving, so how could he dare to struggle violently? He just flushed red and let the cool, creamy substance be smeared on his wound.

The sharp stinging pain disappeared instantly, and he widened his eyes slightly, somewhat surprised.

“The pain will return after two hours.” Pei Yanlie explained in a deep voice.

“Hmph.”

Zhou Zhou snorted coldly and turned his head away, not letting the other person’s gaze fall on his face.

He didn’t need to look in the mirror to know how ugly his face was. He raised his hand and touched the obvious tooth marks on his neck, and a wave of anger surged up in his heart again.

“The respected General Pei, actually reduced to a rapist. I suppose you’ve done this countless times.” Zhou Zhou said coldly, his tone laced with a sourness he didn’t even realize he possessed.

He knew Pei Yanlie wasn’t this kind of person, but he still couldn’t stand this, not giving Pei Yanlie any face at all.

After applying the medicine, Pei Yanlie lowered his eyes and stared at the obvious red palm print on the small of his back. That night, how much strength did he use when he held his waist to leave such a mark?

Three days had passed since Zhou Zhou fainted, developed a fever, and then the fever broke. During that time, he hadn’t left his side for a moment, watching him suppress his moans, his longing for “Pei Yanlie,” and his rejection and anger towards himself. Pei Yanlie only felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He left a body full of ambiguous marks on Zhou Zhou, but he wasn’t satisfied at all in his heart, because Zhou Zhou denied that he was Pei Yanlie. He didn’t have a place in the other person’s heart.

“You are my first man.”

Pei Yanlie took out some medicinal wine again and massaged it into the small of his back, not too lightly and not too heavily.

Zhou Zhou was noncommittal. The soreness in his waist gradually lessened under the rubbing of that big hand.

[Tsk, don’t say it like I was the one who did you! First man, you pervert.]

Pei Yanlie was only responsive to kindness, not to hardness. If he continued to be tough, he would only suffer the consequences himself.

He simply relaxed his body and let the other person serve him. Just as he was falling asleep, a rich aroma of rice wafted into his nostrils, and his stomach rumbled loudly.

Pei Yanlie’s eyes darkened. Naturally, he heard the protest from his stomach. He stared at Zhou Zhou’s ears, which were visibly red, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

“I cooked some porridge for you. Eat a little.” Pei Yanlie helped him sit up and awkwardly scooped up some porridge with a spoon, then held it to his lips to feel the temperature. Only when it wasn’t too hot did he bring it to Zhou Zhou’s mouth.

Zhou Zhou opened his mouth and drank a mouthful of porridge, his eyes flickering slightly. An ordinary person in the future Starry Sky era drinking a mouthful of porridge, he naturally knew how difficult that was.

But with Pei Yanlie’s status, fresh rice, noodles, vegetables, and meat could be obtained with a snap of his fingers. He had been eating delicious food in the book world for more than two months, and for a time was unaccustomed to the highly technological nutrient solution. He hadn’t had a full meal in days.

Before long, the bowl in Pei Yanlie’s hand was empty. He looked at Zhou Zhou’s still-unsatisfied expression and the fleeting glimpse of his rosy tongue, and his breathing grew heavier. He lowered his voice and asked, “Want more?”

Feeling the movement below his buttocks, Zhou Zhou tensed all over. He wanted to get up and leave his embrace, gritting his teeth and cursing, “Beast!”

Pei Yanlie held his waist tightly with one hand and the bowl with the other, resting his chin on his shoulder, his exhaled breath scaldingly hot. “I’m sorry, but I don’t regret it.”

“Heh, you can shut your mouth and choose to be silent.” Zhou Zhou didn’t dare to move again, but his mouth was unforgiving.

“I don’t want to see you being intimate with anyone else.” Pei Yanlie gently nibbled on his rosy earlobe, his voice low, husky, and magnetic.

“Domineering, wicked, unreasonable, a beast in clothing, pervert…” Zhou Zhou wracked his brains, but couldn’t think of any other words.

Pei Yanlie responded to each one, not refuting, letting him curse. Only when Zhou Zhou began to fall silent did he ask, “Why didn’t you tell me the truth? That woman isn’t your girlfriend.”

“Investigating me?” Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth.

Pei Yanlie gently stroked the tooth marks on his neck, his voice tinged with coldness. “There are too many friends in your personal micro-network involved with SQ. I’ve already cleaned it up for you.”

SQ?

[Just who is more SQ, and there were handcuffs and a leather belt binding me, damn it!]

Zhou Zhou: …

[Isn’t your behavior too domineering!]

Most of the people in his micro-network were pursuers he had added in recent years: from school, people who struck up conversations on the street, people he met in games, at least a thousand of them.

But there weren’t many who had actually dated Zhou Zhou. Zhou Zhou was too lazy to delete them, after all, it was a hassle to delete friends on the micro-network. You couldn’t select them all at once, you had to delete them one by one.

He raised his wrist, opened his optical brain, and clicked on the micro-network. He looked at the virtual screen, which was so clean that only a few hundred people remained: family, friends, classmates, teachers, etc. Everyone else was gone.

He was speechless, casting a “are you sick” look at Pei Yanlie.

A few thousand friends reduced to a few hundred. Just deleting friends must have taken at least a few hours.

He rolled his eyes, the anger in his heart replaced by speechlessness.

“A dignified general, actually doing such petty, sneaky things.” Zhou Zhou’s mouth twitched a few times.

“From high school to now, you’ve dated at least a dozen girlfriends, the shortest relationship lasting one day, the longest one month. Those kisses you left on their faces and lips, after you recover, I’ll settle the score with you.” Pei Yanlie practically gritted out the words, his chest filled with jealousy.

“You can’t calculate it that way! The past is the past, the present is the present, those are all things of the past. What right do you have to settle the score with me after the fact!” Zhou Zhou exploded in an instant, turning around and grabbing the clothes that he didn’t know when Pei Yanlie had put on.

“I’m very petty. I can’t tolerate even a grain of sand in my eyes. As long as you’ve done it, I can’t stand it.” Pei Yanlie lowered his head and kissed his lips, his eyes revealing obsession and madness.

Zhou Zhou was momentarily speechless. The stinging pain from his lips brought him back to his senses. He turned his head to avoid Pei Yanlie’s cold, thin, soft lips, his heart crying out in misery.

Pei Yanlie was already so difficult to deal with even before he recovered his memories.

He thought of the message that Yuan Heng had sent him before.

Pei Yanlie had gone crazy after he left.

To what extent he had gone crazy, Zhou Zhou couldn’t feel.

He never wanted to endure this kind of painful and tormenting punishment again. He seemed to be hovering between heaven and hell, pain and pleasure intertwined, making him fearful.

Pei Yanlie saw the flash of horror in his expression, reached out and gently pinched his neck, saying softly, “Little Zhou, don’t give me the opportunity to put a chain around your neck.”

Zhou Zhou swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his palm, coming and going with just this one sentence: “Pervert.”