“Say what?” Cen Zhen asked knowingly. Lian Yu stretched out a hand from the bed sheet and stroked Cen Zhen’s short black hair. “…Anything works.” He said, “Whatever you say is good.”
After Lian Yu said this, the room became quiet. The Sentinel was waiting for the person in his eyes to speak, and the Guide was very patient and kept silent.
The hand near Cen Zhen’s temple gradually slipped down and touched his earlobe, and with a very light and ambiguous force, it went along his jawline to his face then to the neck. The slender index finger maliciously pulled open the black neck guard, inserted a knuckle, and rubbed it twice before leaving.
“Lian Yu.” Cen Zhen called out softly. Lian Yu thought that Cen Zhen was annoyed by him and smiled mischievously, but he didn’t expect the other party to raise his hand and pinched his chin resting on the pillow, forcing him to raise his head, and then a shadow pressed down.
It was not a gentle kiss. Lian Yu had to say that there was nothing to savor. They simply touched each other’s lips and then separated.
But this did not prevent his surprise turning to joy. After Cen Zhen withdrew his hand, Lian Yu suddenly got out of bed, “You…”
“Open your mouth.”
The two voices sounded at the same time. Lian Yu was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the bed, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Cen Zhen’s neck, letting him bend his back and support himself on the bed with one hand.
Lian Yu obediently opened his lips and kissed Cen Zhen very actively. His elbows rested on his shoulders, one hand stroked the undulating butterfly bones on Cen Zhen’s back, and the other hand in his hair, not allowing him to avoid the kiss in the slightest.
Cen Zhen’s chest was pressed against Lian Yu’s, pinching his narrow waist with one hand, feeling the vigorous strength and temperature of the muscles under his clothes. The Sentinel’s enthusiasm was too much to handle. Cen Zhen tried to retreat several times, but Lian Yu hurriedly caught up with him. His red lips held his tongue and swallowed it back as if he was chasing a delicacy.
Ten minutes later, Cen Zhen pushed Lian Yu away with all his strength under the strong protest of his lungs. His chest rose then released violently, as he held his forehead while gasping for breath. He raised his eyes and found that Lian Yu’s lips were moist and shining, and he was half lying on the bed, also gasping for breath. His hungry-green eyes stared at him without blinking, as if he would pounce on him at any time once he gathered enough strength.
After realizing this, Cen Zhen quickly retreated to the side of the desk, summoned the snow leopard in front of him to block his view, and used his spiritual body to establish a boundary to protect his precarious lung function symbolically.
Lian Yu found it entertaining, wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips, waved his hand like a master calling a prostitute, and asked the person to come over, “You took the initiative to kiss me, why do you make it seem like I forced you?”
“……” Cen Zhen drank the remaining water in the cup, the long kiss made his mouth dry, “Speak with a conscience.”
Lian Yu said shamelessly: “I don’t have that thing.” Cen Zhen handed Lian Yu a cup of warm water, then sat on the edge of the bed and opened the terminal to reply to the messages from Pan and Yao Jin. After being kissed twice, Lian Yu wanted to turn into water and melt on Cen Zhen’s body, touching his shoulders, rubbing his back, and finally resting his head on Cen Zhen’s lap and playing with his fingers.
“I suddenly thought of a question.”
“Hmm?” Cen Zhen received an interface sent by Chen Wuyou and clicked open the pinned post of the Tower Forum. He didn’t know why this doctor who graduated many years ago liked to visit the forum this much.
“I’m in the ranking match because I want you to take the initiative to kiss me.”
“Yeah.”
“But you kissed me just now.” Lian Yu blinked, “Why did you kiss me suddenly?”
“My brain was cracked between the doors when I entered the dormitory just now.” Cen Zhen said without raising his head. He was browsing the post sent by Chen Wuyou at a glance. The post was titled “What you can’t get is the best. After forced love, the Sentinel got bored very quickly.”
The post used “the Sentinel” to refer to the protagonist being discussed throughout the post, but people knew it was Lian Yu, and the “mosquito blood” (1) of whom he got bored was Cen Zhen.
Many insiders chipped in and described the story one after another: despite the Little Poor Guide having a crush, he was held hostage by ‘the Sentinel’ and was forced to give in, agreeing to conduct permanent marking with the Sentinel. After marrying, he soon was abandoned by the Sentinel because he was too boring, and rigid, and only knew one position in bed. Even during the most intense moment, he only bit his lower lip and didn’t say a word.
Little Poor Guide was heartbroken and cried every day after being abandoned. His crush couldn’t stand it and wanted to elope with him, but Little Poor Guide said in tears: I can’t, I’m already dirty [sob].
Someone questioned in the follow-up post: Then how did the Little Poor Guide and the Scumbag Sentinel cooperate to get into the top 20 of the melee competition?
No one paid any attention to him at all. Everyone was immersed in the carnival of making up cheesy romance stories. After hundreds of posts, Cen Zhen and Lian Yu already had two children in March.
Lian Yu, the main character of the story, knew nothing about all this. He was peacefully surrounded by Cen Zhen’s pheromones, kneading Cen Zhen’s bony fingers and touching him intimately along the veins. “You have already kissed me, so does this mean we do not have to continue the ranking match?”
Dr. Chen sent a message: Heavy reward for a pair of wise eyes that have not read the post.
Cen Zhen typed a reply with one hand: My eyes are contaminated already.
“Who are you talking to?” Lian Yu was not satisfied with being ignored. He brought Cen Zhen’s left hand to his lips, bit his palm, and held his index and middle fingers. His soft tongue went between his fingers. Cen Zhen withdrew his hand before he did anything more unsightly. “You participated in the ranking match just for the kiss?”
“About ninety percent, the remaining ten percent is for setting a record. No third-year student has ever been in the top ten of a melee match.” Lian Yu raised his head, his eyes wantonly sketching Cen Zhen’s jawline without a single redundant arc, “But we would have to play so many games to achieve this ten percent… It’s so tiring. The next game would either be against the two S-levels in the ninth grade or the S-levels in the tenth grade.”
“So?” Cen Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at him. The color of his lips was much darker than before, and the lines at the corners of his lips were soft. The aftertaste of the passionate kiss just now had not yet completely faded.
“So…” Lian Yu started to get excited again, “The reward should be increased!”
“Pushing the limit.” Cen Zhen’s words were cold, but his tone was very gentle. To the malicious Sentinel, it sounded like he was encouraging others to push the limit. Lian Yu laughed to himself for a while, got up from the bed with satisfaction, stepped on the carpet barefoot, randomly grabbed a pajama from the closet, and blew a crisp rogue whistle to Cen Zhen before entering the bathroom.
“……”
*
Although he said he didn’t want to participate anymore, “Since we’re here” has always been their motto. Because they won all four round-robin matches, Cen Zhen and Lian Yu were in the top position of the winner group, so their game was scheduled further in the future. During this time, Cen Zhen naturally studied hard, and Lian Yu naturally wanted to carry out the name of the God of Gamblers to the end.
One person read a book and the other surfed the Star-net in the dormitory. It was very harmonious and quiet, with only steady and regular breathing. Occasionally, one would stand up to pour water and bring a cup to the other person.
“Cen Zhen.”
The person behind him suddenly spoke, causing Cen Zhen’s message to Zhou Qingchang to change from “please” to “kiss”, which scared Zhou Qingchang so much that he typed six question marks in a row.
After apologizing, Cen Zhen turned around and saw Lian Yu push his glasses to his forehead, nimbly leaping from the bed to the chair next to him and squatting, “It seems something happened.”
Lian Yu’s tone was very heavy, and his face had a rare sense of seriousness. Cen Zhen frowned in surprise and saw the golden lion too get up from sleep and sit upright on the carpet, with a posture like a well-trained military dog.
“What’s wrong?” As the question came out, Cen Zhen’s brain also started working rapidly. Half an hour ago, Lian Yu logged into the Star Network to watch the aerial battle of Yao Jin and Pan this afternoon. He was very quiet during the period, so the accident was probably related to this.
“Pan still hadn’t shown up until ten minutes before the game, and Yao Jin couldn’t reach him at all.” Lian Yu’s words confirmed that Cen Zhen’s direction was correct. “Just now, not sure what message Yao Jin just received, it made his expression change suddenly. He gave up the game and went offline.”
He called the smart housekeeper to take out the novel in the secret compartment of the ceiling. Cen Zhen said firmly: “Hongxing, he is the only villain in the school arc who can do this.”
“I also guess it’s Hongxing.” Lian Yu quickly searched through the original plot, “I observed him several times, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Yao Jin was that he wanted to skin him and feed his bones and flesh to dogs.”
Unfortunately, in the period they are currently in, the original text only describes the game between Yao Jin and Pan, and in today’s game, the two participated safely and lost out against their opponents. Lian Yu even placed a bet just now.
Cen Zhen sent a message to Yao Jin, but he didn’t reply. Lian Yu kept flipping through the pages, asking as he flipped through them: “Why isn’t Hongxing jealous of me in your opinion? I’m also in the top 20, and so many people guess that I’ve mutated into S-level physical. I also have a tall, rich, and handsome Guide… Although he is very wary of me too, it has never been the same jealousy and hatred he has for Yao Jin.”
“Hongxing and Yao Jin were born in the same gestation room and grew up together.” Cen Zhen straightforwardly flipped to the chapter where Hongxing and Yao Jin broke apart. “When they were in school, Yao Jin was always a little worse than Hongxing, both in terms of grades and popularity, but Yao Jin suddenly awakened his S-level physical, and since then Hongxing has become a shadow under the light, and the sense of gap has gradually distorted him. He doesn’t hate those better than him, but hate the fact his supporting role that should have always complimented him actually dared to take the spotlight.”
“Tsk tsk.” Lian Yu shook his head, “Although we are all villains, his style is much worse than mine.”
Cen Zhen glanced at the message bar with Yao Jin again. The male protagonist still didn’t reply. He closed his eyes, and he was in a contemplative posture. Suddenly, Cen Zhen raised his hand again and lifted a strand of Lian Yu’s long hair that had fallen on his shoulder, and pinned it behind his ear. The warm and dry fingertips brushed against the slightly cool earlobe of the Sentinel. Cen Zhen’s voice was as faint as a sigh from a white feather, “I would rather you were just a small character who was troubled by trivial reasons like these.”
It’s clearly better than being tortured and destroyed in an endless spiritual black hole for a lifetime.
Original Author’s Note:
If the censorship was not this strict, how could Brother Zhen only touch his waist? I’m angry!
…… The censorship is too strict, Brother Zhen can’t even touch his waist soon
Translator’s Note:
- Many probably saw the analogy “Moonlight”/ “A Piece of Rice”, “Rose”/ “Mosquito Blood” in romance web novels, the former describes the love of someone’s life, one being elegant like moonlight they can never reach, one being a vibrant beauty that left a deep impression, but if the perfectionism only exists if that someone was not able to be with them. Once they are married or together, the perfect image is no longer there and they are no longer important in that scumbag’s eyes.
