TLCBITAR Chapter 39

Chapter 39: The Male Lead’s Expression Seems to Be Very Painful

Zhou Zhou was enthusiastically invited into the principal’s office by the principal of Beicheng University.

He was baffled, his gaze landing on the sofa, his pupils suddenly contracting.

[I thought some school leader was targeting me! Turns out it’s you, scum Pei!]

“Pei Senior, is there something you need from me?” Zhou Zhou stopped in his tracks, a hint of impatience between his brows.

[Wasn’t last night enough? You’re bothering me again today, causing trouble?]

Pei Yanlie was dressed in an impeccably ironed, wrinkle-free charcoal gray suit, his back ramrod straight, legs crossed as he sat on the sofa, radiating an air of noble aloofness.

His dark eyes stared intently at Zhou Zhou’s lazy stance, his gaze moving down along his rosy lips, taking in the light blue ripped jeans, the entire knee almost exposed, a blinding white.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He lowered his eyes, his gaze settling on the other man’s feet, surprised to see he wasn’t wearing flip-flops.

[Hey, hey, hey, what’s with that regretful look at my shoes?]

Pei Yanlie raised his eyes, his voice low and slightly hoarse, “Come and sit here.”

Zhou Zhou curled his lips into a fake smile, gritting his teeth as he said, “Pei Senior, I have class later.”

He was lying; he only had one class this morning.

Pei Yanlie stood up, his face expressionless, and slowly walked towards Zhou Zhou, reaching out to pinch his cheek, and said in a light voice, “This place is contaminated.”

Suddenly having his face pinched, Zhou Zhou’s whole body tensed. Just as he was about to raise his hand to push the other man away, his hand was grabbed by the other party, with such force that he couldn’t break free.

[Pei Yanlie, don’t force me to hit you!]

“Heh,” Pei Yanlie chuckled, as if mocking his overestimation of himself.

Zhou Zhou was so angry that his face turned red. His hand was held tightly, impossible to shake off, as if glued with 502 super glue. Unable to endure it any longer, he roared in a low voice, “Big Brother, what exactly do you want to do?! Stop touching me, men and men shouldn’t touch!”

Because of his anger, his eyes gradually reddened, as if he would burst into tears any second. His chest rose and fell, the slightly hurried breathing clearly reaching Pei Yanlie’s ears.

Pei Yanlie instantly let go of his hand, increasing the distance between them, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Zhou Zhou didn’t notice the abnormality in him, raised his wrist to take a look, and muttered in a low voice, “My wrist is red, what a bad habit, grabbing people at every turn.”

“Come over and recite scriptures.”

Pei Yanlie turned around and walked behind the desk to sit down, his legs naturally crossed. His hoarse, suppressed voice inexplicably revealed a strange meaning.

Zhou Zhou didn’t notice the change in his voice, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly said, “Didn’t we read them last night?”

Pei Yanlie’s dark eyes quietly looked at Zhou Zhou, seemingly unwilling to say it a second time.

Zhou Zhou lightly clicked his tongue and strode to the front of the sofa, plopping down on it, crossing his legs, and staring with his phoenix eyes without saying a word.

[I’m done, I’m done, I’m done]

[So annoying, so annoying, so annoying]

He was extremely irritable, raising his hand to scratch his hair, his cheeks flushed with anger, feeling like his head was about to explode.

[Where exactly did things go wrong? Could it be that the male lead has been possessed by a master?]

He secretly sized up the man sitting in the office chair. The other man’s forehead was bulging with veins, as if he was enduring something, in great pain.

[I get it! He must be fighting with the possessing master for control of his body!]

[No wonder he reads scriptures every day; he’s trying to drive away the possessing person!]

[This is outrageous. How did a perfectly good dog-blood romance novel develop in the direction of metaphysics?!]

Zhou Zhou showed a suddenly enlightened expression, his body also relaxing, and looked at Pei Yanlie with sympathy, saying, “Pei Senior, hang in there.”

Pei Yanlie didn’t correct his thoughts. At this time, his heart was churning like magma, burning his reason to the point of collapse.

Yet the other man was still staring at him with those moist eyes, as if enticing him to do something unspeakable.

He took a deep breath, picked up a disposable cup from the table and took a sip of water. The dryness in his throat finally dissipated somewhat.

This intense feeling came suddenly, catching him off guard. His body seemed to have lost control, and the desires in his mind kept driving him to pull the person in front of him into his arms and devour him.

The surging emotions couldn’t calm down for a long time. He took out his phone and played the scripture content.

“…Emptiness is form, form is emptiness…” The solemn, deep male voice came from the phone.

Zhou Zhou: …

[It seems that Pei Yanlie is about to be unable to resist. For Little Star’s future happy life, I’ll help if I can.]

[The male lead isn’t having an easy time either. With such a heaven-defying face, no wonder he’s being targeted by ghosts.]

He stood up, his body tense, walked to the front of the desk, bent down and leaned close to him, asking in a low voice, “Pei Senior, what can I do for you?”

[I’m getting the point across without spelling it out, he should understand, right?]

[It’s best not to ask directly, lest the possessing person hear it.]

The other man’s fair and handsome face still had a hint of redness, the slightly raised corners of his eyes contained a captivating charm. Pei Yanlie couldn’t help reaching out to pinch his chin, a dangerous dark light flashing in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you sure you want to help me?”

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart. Zhou Zhou immediately straightened up, took a few steps back, and gave a dry laugh.

[Forget it, a mortal like me can’t beat a master-level ghost.]

Pei Yanlie closed his eyes, raised his hand to rub his temples, his voice low and hoarse, “Go sit on the sofa, listen carefully, and don’t walk around.”

“Oh,” Zhou Zhou casually replied, and walked back to the sofa in a few steps to sit down.

After listening for less than two minutes, his sitting posture changed to a reclining one. After another two minutes, he simply lay back on the sofa, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

A scorching gaze fell on him, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

[Don’t stare at me; I’m not really asleep.]

Gradually, he didn’t know how long had passed, but a soft snoring sound rang out.

Pei Yanlie sat quietly for fifteen minutes, and his mind finally calmed down. He stood up silently and walked slowly in front of Zhou Zhou, looking down at him.

After looking for a minute, he couldn’t help squatting down and continued to observe him at close range.

Zhou Zhou’s eyebrows had returned to a relaxed state, with less of a sharp feeling. The long and curled eyelashes were unusually thick, making people unable to resist reaching out to touch them.

In fact, Pei Yanlie did just that, his fingertips brushing against the eyelashes, itchy, making him unable to help but hold his breath.

His fingertips gradually slid down along the fair and delicate cheeks, finally stopping on those two soft lips.

His fingertips trembled slightly. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was reluctant to move it even a bit, and even gently caressed them.

So soft, with a hint of coolness, he wondered what they tasted like.

Pei Yanlie’s breathing stagnated, and his eyes were filled with frightening desires. He forced himself to withdraw his hand, stood up, and didn’t look at Zhou Zhou again.

Was it the evil spirit playing tricks or was there something wrong with his own body? He actually developed an interest in a man.

Pei Yanlie’s face turned cold, he raised his foot and walked to the French window, overlooking the scene outside.

He guessed that perhaps he had been celibate for too long, and it was time to find a woman to try.

Zhou Zhou was completely unaware of what had just happened. In his dream, his parents from the future Starry Sky era were holding his black and white photo, crying bitterly.

“Dad… Mom… don’t cry… sob sob.”

The slight sobbing interrupted Pei Yanlie’s thoughts. He turned around, his gaze falling on that tear-stained face, his heart as if being grabbed hard, aching with every beat.