Chapter 42 — The Campus God Who Spat Blood (16) | Scaring the Male Lead to Tears
A certain someone was dumbfounded.
Huh?
What was going on?
How did it end up like this?
Why did it end up like this?
He was actually the one being dominated?!
Hah, what kind of international joke is this!
Think about it. He, Chen Xi, straight A’s, full marks in PE, an IQ of 160, legs that go on forever, and right now he had been flattened by a short-legged corgi in human form?
No, this was obviously a coincidence. The other guy just happened to yank him down, then just happened to roll over. That was the only reason this embarrassing position existed.
Yes. Exactly. A coincidence.
In reality, he was the aggressor. He held absolute initiative.
Yes. That was the truth.
He was still reassuring himself when warm lips pressed down on his. The little corgi dipped his head low. Unlike that time with “mouth-to-mouth,” the kiss now had a blunt, charging force to it.
“Hey…”
Chen Xi tried to say stop, but his voice disappeared between lips and teeth.
Holding his breath, he stared at the baby face that filled his vision. In the darkness, the innocence and softness had peeled away. His own heart started pounding. The attack route gradually shifted toward his cheek.
Kissed into a daze, he suddenly remembered something.
This damn brat usually dawdled putting on clothes and almost arrived late, but locking down his limbs showed not a bit of rustiness!
Unbelievable. This big liar!
The male lead felt a surge of wronged fury, like spending endless effort and finally about to win the girl, only to discover the girl came fully prepared.
If this continued, his status as the one on top was doomed.
Cool-headed Scholar Chen nearly cursed out loud.
How many nights had he stayed up, clinging to “academic rigor,” swallowing his shame and pride to study a mountain of ahem adult material? Was it easy for him? He did all that so that one day he could conquer his clumsy little bottom with overwhelming dominance.
He could not let all that training go to waste. Otherwise, where would a scholar’s face go?
To defend his rightful position, Chen Xi racked his brains to flip the script. At the very least, he had to escape this pinned posture.
So in the dark, he wriggled like a caterpillar, rolling here, scooting there, working himself into a sweat. The problem was that this would-be top had ridiculous strength. With a casual tug he hauled Chen Xi right back.
At last, Chen Xi’s arms and legs kicked feebly a few times. He looked ready to ascend to the heavens.
He was like a dying cricket, belly up, unable to flip over, face screaming “I have no will to live!”
The person on top seemed to find this fun and hugged him to roll around again. As a reward for being entertaining, he even planted a very loud smooch.
The boy’s eyes were bright, like stars had fallen in. They sparkled as if to say: want to play more?
Chen Xi’s mouth twitched. Fine. As long as you are happy.
Apparently the other was not satisfied with such a perfunctory answer. He rubbed his cheek against Chen Xi’s several times, then blinked those huge, electric eyes.
Shameless. Actually trying to win by acting cute.
Chen Xi would never admit he felt a tiny, shameful urge to surrender. In the dictionary of a top student, there were only the words take and conquer. Lying down and accepting fate did not fit the persona of a cool, aloof academic god.
Back against the wall, he could only use his ultimate technique.
Chen Xi bit his lip, let out a soft whimper, and cried.
He originally planned to save this move for after he slept with his friend. If the friend got very angry, he would deploy this devastating trick, along with deep remorse.
For effect, real scholar Chen Xi had even secretly practiced in front of a mirror for ages, ensuring every tear shimmered with fragile beauty and tragic poise.
The battle was urgent. It would have to do.
In an instant, the corners of his eyes reddened, moisture gathering fast.
Tears slid into the hair near his ear.
The idiot immediately panicked, asking what was wrong again and again, face pitiful and worried in a way that tugged at the heart.
No, this was not the time to be soft. He was waging a serious defense.
Beauty Chen hardened his heart and sniffled, “My hand. You are crushing my hand. It hurts.” His long lashes were beaded with tears, transparent and luminous. He looked like a fallen angel with clipped wings, highlighting his helpless fragility.
Hearing that he had pinned the hand, the other climbed off him at once. The suffocating pressure eased.
Chen Xi quietly exhaled. Good. The tactic worked. He was just about to begin the next step of his escape when he caught a glimpse of the boy carefully cupping his hand and blowing gently on it. “Do not cry. Pain pain, fly away, fly away.”
Chen Xi stared, spellbound. The boy turned and pressed the back of his hand to his own soft cheek, eyes misty as he asked, “Does it still hurt?”
Simple, guileless, pure.
It felt like a feather brushed his heart, itchy and warm.
He found himself saying, “No. It does not.”
“Great.” Xing Ge let out a breath and flashed a big grin. His little tiger tooth nudged his lip. It was unbearably cute.
This is fatal. How could someone be this irresistible?
Beguiled to the core, Chen Xi let himself be gently eased back down again.
Wait. What position was this now?
He snapped awake and quickly caught the repeat offender’s hands. “What is it?” the other asked, lifting those damp eyes that seemed ready to overflow with spring water.
No surrender.
“The door. It is still open,” he said, feigning shyness.
He was about to add the second half, “I will go shut it,” and use the chance to slip free.
Unfortunately, the other flicked an arm.
Bang.
The door shut. Firmly.
Chen Xi: “…”
Excuse me. He just closed a door across the room. With a wave.
What sort of dangerous creature had he provoked?
His desire to escape grew even stronger.
He tried another plan. “It is too noisy outside. I will go close the window,” he said as if offhand.
“It is fine. I will make them quiet,” Xing Ge mumbled around Chen Xi’s earlobe and gave it a bite.
Chen Xi: “???”
The boy glanced at the window. A chill settled over him like a god of calamity had descended.
Whatever little things were chattering away outside froze. They tucked their wings over their heads and huddled in place, not daring to move.
The world lost its sound for a heartbeat.
Utterly shocked, Chen Xi lost the ability to speak.
He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. Please let him be dreaming.
Author's Note:
I heard 520 is most suitable for making the bottom cry! Wahaha!
520: is Chinese internet slang for "I love you", as the numbers sound similar to wǒ ài nǐ (我爱你) in Mandarin. May 20th (5/20) is often celebrated as an unofficial Valentine’s Day in China.
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