Chapter 97 A Kiss

Chapter 97: A Kiss

Ling Qingjue removed the scroll from his face, revealing his stunningly handsome face, flawless in both bone structure and skin—some people even looked adorable when angry.

"You always sweet-talk me like this. This time, you were away from home for a full six days." Ling Qingjue remembered it crystal clear; he was petty. "You say you want to chase after me, but what happened? You didn't come back for six whole days."

Meng Shu lowered his head. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm not forgiving you that easily." Ling Maomao was really mad. "You have no sincerity at all."

"...I do have sincerity." Meng Shu's voice was very low. "Can you not be mad today? I..."

I'm really unhappy too.

He was down for just a second, then grinned again. "I'll cook a lot of good food for you and stay with you for the next few days, okay?"

"I don't need you around!" Ling Qingjue refused to admit he cared, still fuming. He clearly remembered Meng Shu had only been gone seven days. Normally he was only supposed to go back to his world for one day and then return.

But Meng Shu had abandoned him for three whole days!

Three days!

What's so great about that original world that made Meng Shu abandon him for so long?

The angrier Ling Qingjue got, the more he habitually snapped: "Who do you think you are? Even if you died, I wouldn't even give you a look!"

Meng Shu's pupils contracted.

He slowly curled his lips into a faint smile. "Oh, I get it. It's okay."

"I don't want to talk to you." Ling Qingjue turned his back to him, just showing him the back of his head, truly ignoring him.

"..."

Meng Shu sighed, sneaked onto the lounge chair, and patiently poked his back. "Cat Cat, Cat Cat, don't be mad. I shouldn't have been gone so long without telling you first. It really won't happen again."

"...Hmph."

"If you keep ignoring me, I'll get sad too." Meng Shu looked dejected, leaning his forehead weakly against Ling Qingjue's back. His voice was so quiet it was barely audible.

The narrow lounge chair was way too cramped for two people—they could feel each other's body heat.

"Won't you pay attention to me?"

The next second, Ling Qingjue turned around and pulled him into his arms.

The young man's fresh, pleasant scent hit Meng Shu. Meng Shu was startled, and a broad hand grabbed his waist that pressed him closer.

Ling Qingjue lowered his head, freed a hand to pinch his cheek, and said through gritted teeth, "Are you an idiot? You got that close and didn't think to hug me? Do I have to teach you everything?"

The lounge chair was so small that any slight movement would make them fall off.

Afraid Meng Shu would actually fall, Ling Qingjue had to hold his waist with one hand, scolding him while refusing to let go: "What's your brain made of? How can anyone be this dumb? You can't do anything right; you mess everything up. Even when I give you an opening, you screw it up."

Meng Shu, dumbfounded by the scolding, could only stare at his beautiful lips.

Ling Qingjue had pretty lips, with a pale color that usually curved into a slightly flat line, but they felt soft to the touch.

So... what about a kiss?

Ling Qingjue glared at him irritably. "Say something! Playing mute again?"

Meng Shu's tense body slowly relaxed. He leaned into Ling Qingjue's chest without resistance and chuckled softly. "Scared of making you mad. I won't do it again."

"I hate that line!" Ling Qingjue fumed at those words. "Always saying 'won't happen again,' you just brush me off every time."

Held tightly in his arms, Meng Shu could feel his vigorous heartbeat.

It was so hot and restless.

"Then what if I say I'll do it again?"

"You want a spanking?" Ling Qingjue gritted his teeth and asked.

"...What did you say?" Meng Shu was stunned.

Ling Qingjue fell silent again but didn't let go. He hugged Meng Shu awkwardly, occasionally stroking his back.

Meng Shu loved being touched by him. It was warm, like a safe harbor.

He slowly reached out and rubbed Ling Qingjue's back, then wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you."

"...What are you thanking me for?"

"For still hugging me after I left you for so long."

"...Hmph." Ling Qingjue still kept a cold face.

Meng Shu added, "I really want to kiss you... Cat Cat, what should I do?"

Ling Qingjue's face got even redder. Afraid Meng Shu would see, he simply rested his chin on top of Meng Shu's head, preventing him from looking up.

That way, he wouldn't get caught.

"It's your own fault for not putting in the effort, always playing around with those foxes." Ling Qingjue turned his head away and said sarcastically, "If you spent even half the time you spend on them on me, your affection level would already be eighty."

Don't think he didn't know—Meng Shu often went monster hunting with Jia Zhao!

Sometimes Meng Shu even went fishing with Xu Linzhou!

He also kept in touch with many people in the town; everyone liked him! Even the town chief, that bald old bastard, had an affection level of forty with Meng Shu!

Meng Shu pressed his nose against Ling Qingjue's collarbone, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. "What can I do about it? They all just want flowers, weeds, little fish, shells, feathers. But you—you ask for all sorts of strange things. Where am I supposed to find that stuff for you?"

"You complaining I'm too high-maintenance?" Ling Qingjue pinched the back of his neck. "Try doing that again?"

Meng Shu let out an exaggerated "ow." "I'm not complaining! Cat King needs to have style! Otherwise, how could you live up to your title of Demon King Cat Head!"

Ling Qingjue finally relaxed his grip and switched to stroking his hair.

Meng Shu's anxiety faded, and he said jokingly, "I really, really want to kiss you right now."

But their affection level was only forty.

"...Tough luck. Keep on dreaming."

"I'd feel terrible, really uncomfortable inside." Meng Shu's voice was muffled, as if he were genuinely unhappy. "I thought you wanted to kiss me too, but it turns out I'm the only one thinking that?"

Ling Qingjue was practically steaming. How could an innocent little cat like him withstand such teasing?

Humans are just so awful!

He took a deep breath, finally lowering his eyes to look at Meng Shu, those deep green pupils now growing even darker. "I didn't agree to be with you."

"...Oh, is that so?" Meng Shu said. "You're holding me so tight, it kinda hurts."

You're practically crushing my waist.

Ling Qingjue eased his grip slightly.

Meng Shu kept teasing him. "If you kiss me, I'll go kill the Deep Sea Dragon right now."

"..."

Suddenly, Ling Qingjue's fingers slid between his lips, his thumb stroking his full, soft lower lip, tracing from the corner of his mouth all the way down to his bottom teeth.

The gesture was intimate and playful, clearly not just a simple caress.

Ling Qingjue gave a soft laugh. "You're nervous?"

Meng Shu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "...No."

"You're shaking?"