Chapter 27 The Teasing Yandere Boy 27

Chapter 27: The Teasing Yandere Boy 27

The young master's tears fell one by one, as if each drop weighed a thousand pounds, weighing heavily on Jiang Ran's heart.

He was taken aback, but before he could react, he heard Qiao Ling's words.

Deep down, he knew they were said in anger, yet they still grated on him.

He pulled a notebook from his backpack and flipped through the pages one by one, spreading them out in front of Qiao Ling.

"The evidence is right here. Are you still going to try to deny it?"

Qiao Ling's eyes shifted evasively, and he turned his head away in anger, refusing to look at him. His voice was thick with tears as he said petulantly: "Fine, do whatever you want with me then! Might as well just kill me!

Anyway, you're so high and mighty—it'd be easy for you to take my life.

Just pretend I never practiced cultivation, never even existed in this world."

The system felt a twinge of sadness at these words: "Host, what's the point of saying all this? Right now, he has no memories and can't even understand you."

Qiao Ling buried his face into the pillow and pulled the blanket over his head, hiding himself completely.

Even though he made no sound, Jiang Ran could feel the lump of blankets shaking with tremors.

Jiang Ran leaned in and wrapped his arms around him from behind, pulling him close, resting his chin on the young master's soft, warm neck.

His voice was low and husky, filled with sincerity: "I'm sorry. I was the one who was wrong."

There was no disputing it.

Qiao Ling regretted blurting out those careless words earlier, but since the words were already out, backing down now would be embarrassing.

He hastily wiped away his tears and let out a soft "hmph," grudgingly accepting his apology.

Jiang Ran had always been a willful person, and Qiao Ling knew this well—wanting a clear answer wasn't really his fault.

But if he couldn't give him that clear answer, did that really make it his fault?

Qiao Ling closed his eyes, his thoughts scattering in every direction.

When Jiang Ran had been rough with him earlier, there was a moment he'd resigned himself to death, but now that he'd calmed down and thought it through, it felt like he'd gotten the short end of the stick.

Since he was going to die anyway, why couldn't he just give him a straight answer?

He could do it!

Once Qiao Ling had thought it through, he shoved Jiang Ran away. Just as he was about to explain himself to Jiang Ran, he noticed the man's red-rimmed eyes.

For a split second, Qiao Ling froze.

Wasn't he the one who cried all the time?

Why was he crying...

No one told him crying was contagious!

After noticing the complicated look in those dark eyes, Qiao Ling slowly began to understand.

But explain it to him?

Too much trouble, and inefficient, and it definitely wouldn't show his sincerity!

The young master furrowed his brow, thought for a brief two seconds, and then did something that would make anyone's jaw drop—

The young master suddenly flipped over and pinned him down beneath him, leaning down to fiercely bite his lips.

His movements were clumsy yet intentionally forceful, and for Jiang Ran, this was as clear an explanation as any.

His whole body went stiff, his brain seemingly short-circuiting in that instant.

He looked up and met Qiao Ling's determined gaze, his lips a vivid red, with an expression that screamed 'I'm going to mess with you now.'

When he snapped out of it, it was a fervent and passionate confession.

This time, Qiao Ling had made the first move, so Jiang Ran couldn't be blamed...

The system was already a seasoned system—it didn't need system rules to force it to block out certain unspeakable events, so it chose to block itself out.

Forget paid content, this was content not even its own allies could see!

Wasn't blocking just a simple thing?

Beeeeep—

Early the next morning

Sunlight filtered through the glass onto the bed, adding an extra layer of charm to the already vivid and romantic scene.

Qiao Ling opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling, several questions swirling around in his mind.

Had he gone to heaven last night?

The Supreme Deity was no longer untouched—he was probably the one to blame for that, right?

Would he actually get choked to death?

If his cultivation was destroyed, could he ever get it back?

Ugh... a bit tired. What should he eat for breakfast?

As he was thinking, an arm slowly wrapped around his waist.

Unlike before, this time Qiao Ling allowed it. Not only did he allow it, but he also moved closer to him.

What did they call this?

Dying beneath the peonies?

Qiao Ling narrowed his eyes, a bold smile spreading across his lips.

After a while, Jiang Ran said in a low voice: "Want me to take you out for a meal later?"

Qiao Ling was taken aback, turning his head to stare at him in surprise.

"Don't you still need an answer before you'll let me out? You don't actually believe what I said last night, right? I only said that because I was mad."

Jiang Ran looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish before speaking slowly: "No need for you to answer anymore."

Qiao Ling made an "oh" sound, feeling a bit anxious, and leaned in carefully and said: "So you already have an answer in mind? How about I give you my answer again?"

He'd already done the most unforgivable thing imaginable, so if Jiang Ran still misunderstood him, then he'd have taken a massive L for nothing!

Jiang Ran gently touched the broken corner of his lip with the tip of his tongue and said softly, "No need, I've got it figured out."

Qiao Ling blinked, looking at Jiang Ran's bitten lip, and suddenly went quiet.

"Oh."

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Two days of nonstop craziness made Qiao Ling feel like he was finally seeing daylight the moment he walked out the door.

But it wasn't just a physical feeling—it was mental too.

Qiao Ling took out his phone and found a ton of missed calls.

He was about to call back when he realized the calls were from two days ago. No one had called him yesterday or today.

"I forgot to mention, I told Qiao Huai I was taking you out to unwind," Jiang Ran said softly.

Narrator: "No one cares about you, don't bother checking."

Qiao Ling: "..."

How rude!

Qiao Ling felt his chest tighten at the thought that his two days of hell were seen by others as a relaxing getaway.

Jiang Ran slung an arm around his shoulder and coaxed him, "Don't be mad—want to bite me again?"

With that, he stuck out his arm, offering it up like a gift.

Qiao Ling made a show of being disgusted and shoved it away.

"No way."

This body was built one meal at a time—no way he'd ruin it.

After they stepped out, Qiao Ling realized this was Jiang Ran's own place.

Not long ago, Jian Han had given him a chunk of money, and he'd used it to buy this place.

At that thought, a chill ran down Qiao Ling's spine.

It was hard to argue this wasn't planned all along.

What really sucked was that the place actually came in handy—and nobody even knew.

Jiang Ran held the young master's hand and suddenly said, as if something just occurred to him, "The holiday's almost over."

"Yeah, three days left."

"Young master, the roads here are wide open."

Qiao Ling: "!!!"

He seemed to catch on.

Jiang Ran met his gaze and said straight up, "When are you free? I'll help you move."

Qiao Ling: "???"

"Since when did I agree to that?"

"Your eyes told me you agreed."

Qiao Ling shrugged helplessly: I don't know how things ended up like this, but it just happened in a blur.

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