Chapter 79: The Little Rascal Who Says One Thing and Means Another

Jiang Shi: “!!”

“No…” He flushed, “Why are you reading everything out loud?”

Cheng Ye climbed onto the bed, snatched the phone from Jiang Shi’s hand, and the content further down was a screen full of moans and groans. He read it quickly; anyone who didn’t know better would think he was reading some serious document.

Jiang Shi was extremely embarrassed. He turned over and got up, reaching for the phone in his hand. Cheng Ye held the phone high, and his other hand covered Jiang Shi’s waist. He didn’t know where he squeezed, but the person in his arms suddenly went limp.

He flipped him over and pressed him down, placing the phone on the pillow. With one hand holding his waist and the other clamping his neck, their bodies overlapped, their gazes falling together on the phone screen on the pillow.

“Zhang Shi, Wang Ye… The things Young Master reads are quite unique.”

A dry palm rested on his throat. Jiang Shi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice was a little hoarse. “It’s not me… the class president gave it to me…” He never expected the protagonists in it to feel so strongly like themselves.

Cheng Ye freed a hand and flipped through it. “Is that so… Then let’s take a look at this part…” He read slowly and deliberately, “Wang Ye, the most debauched student in the entire Number One High School, proficient in smoking, drinking, and fighting. But Zhang Shi is different; he is obedient and well-behaved, a good child in the eyes of teachers and classmates. To outsiders, they are sworn enemies, like fire and water, but no one knows that behind the scenes, they also fight inextricably in bed.”

The phone flipped to the next page. When Jiang Shi saw the content, his eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Cheng Ye leaned against his ear, his breath hot, his low voice entering his ear. “Zhang Shi usually dresses very abstinently, the buttons on his clothes are always done up to the very top, and his school uniform is properly zipped. Only Wang Ye knows how alluring the body under these clothes is.”

He reached out and lifted Jiang Shi’s T-shirt. The delicate white skin flashed before his eyes. The waist was sunken, very slender, but not soft, possessing a masculine resilience. When he stretched, one could also see the faint lines of muscle. When his palm pressed against it, the sensitive skin trembled in his palm.

Cheng Ye commented, “Indeed, very alluring.” He continued reading, “Wang Ye’s hands personally tore Zhang Shi’s clothes. The young man’s skin was as tender as a newly sprouted bud. A pinch would leave a red mark, especially his legs, which were long and straight, and in the middle…”

Jiang Shi couldn’t listen anymore and reached out to cover Cheng Ye’s mouth. “Stop reading…”

Cheng Ye stuck out his tongue and licked across his palm. The temperature was scorching, with a sticky sensation. Jiang Shi shivered from the lick and released his hand. “Cheng Ye, you…”

Cheng Ye chuckled. “It’s well-written. Young Master’s legs are indeed beautiful.”

The narrow waist trembled before his eyes. He lost the mood to continue reading, tossed the phone aside, and slapped Jiang Shi’s butt, his voice flat. “Jiang Shi, ass up, lie on your stomach.”

Jiang Shi froze, listening to the rustling sounds behind him. Before he could move, a fiery heat pushed between his thighs. He lost his balance, fell forward, and was then scooped up by Cheng Ye. They were pressed together, very close, his clothes slipping down, held up by his hand. On a night with a cold wind blowing, Jiang Shi broke out in a sticky sweat.

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He was always like this, never holding back in bed. Once his clothes were off, it was as if the skin he wore was also shed, his eyes dark and gloomy, his face flushed with a tidal red.

Cheng Ye loved Jiang Shi’s legs. Covered by long pants and rarely seeing the sun, they were as white as jade porcelain. When pressed together, the flesh of his thighs stuck together, but with just a little force, they would jiggle and part like milk tofu, opening up into his shape.

He pressed the person down, bent over, and whispered in Jiang Shi’s ear, planting dense kisses, his hot breath spraying into his ear canal, panting after every sentence.

“Young Master is so slutty.”

“Baby, you’re so wet. It’s a waste to let it fall on the sheets. You should open your legs and let me drink it.”

“So sensitive…”

“Don’t bite your lip, cry out.”

“Young Master sounds so good when you moan. How about I feed you my *?”

…

Jiang Shi was thin-skinned and could never get used to such words, no matter how often he heard them. But he was too preoccupied with himself to cover Cheng Ye’s mouth. When he got angry from listening, he would just squeeze his legs together tightly. The next second, the person behind him would stop moving.

The window sealed in the scent. Jiang Shi’s chin was held as he was pressed into the pillow and kissed. Cheng Ye bit his tongue, playing with him until his face was flushed red before letting go.

“You’ve learned to be naughty.”

Jiang Shi’s tongue was numb, his mouth filled with the taste of another person. His limbs were weak, and no matter how angry he was, he could only curse—

“You dog.”

The dog held his fingertips, trapping Jiang Shi with his long limbs. The night was still long, and his movements were not as rushed as at the beginning. It was like personally peeling a ripe fruit, crushing the skin to squeeze out the juice inside. He held up two fingers in front of Jiang Shi, and under his hazy gaze, opened his mouth and took them in.

“Sweet…”

Jiang Fei was anxious all night. Seeing no reply from Jiang Shi, she couldn’t help but message him early the next morning.

[Did you read it?]

Jiang Shi only replied in the afternoon with a simple six dots.

[……]

Jiang Fei: “…”

She typed anxiously.

[What’s wrong?]

What else could be wrong? Jiang Shi clutched his butt, struggling to turn over in his blanket, wanting to cry but having no tears. He had been completely ruined by this novel.

[Who wrote this thing?]

[The author’s pen name is Yingzi Isn’t Eating Meat Today. As for who she is, I don’t know.]

At that time, fujoshi were still a group that kept to themselves. Everyone just secretly shipped CPs and no one dared to openly talk about their hobby. The reason this novel became popular was that “youth angst literature” was in vogue at the time. The title sounded very much like youth angst, attracting many people to click on it, and then… The sensuous descriptions and the wild “driving speed” brought an unspeakable shock to countless teenage girls. Over time, it became a foundational ‘divine text’ of the forum, one that every newcomer to the circle had to go and admire.

As for why the whole class knew… It all started with a group message. What Jiang Shi didn’t know was that there was a second group chat for the class, one with only girls, where countless gossip and critiques of the four boys in the class were gathered. Of course, the good-looking Jiang Shi was discussed the most.

But although Jiang Shi was good-looking, his personality seemed cold, and no one dared to talk to him, until a girl accidentally sent a link to the group. The “retract message” function didn’t exist back then. In less than a day, all the girls had read the novel called “Granting You a Wild Time.” It was astonishing, it was exhilarating…

And then, the way they looked at Jiang Shi became very strange.

Jiang Shi, who now knew the truth: “…”

Jiang Fei was still comforting him.

[I know it’s definitely not you. Everyone is just shipping the CP. It absolutely won’t affect your normal life. We all know that fiction is fiction and reality is reality. You can’t really be doing that with Cheng Ye, right?]

Jiang Shi, whose back and waist were aching: “…”

He turned over again.

[What’s with the names?]

How would Jiang Fei know? “Jiang Shi” could still be a coincidence, but the appearance of “Cheng Ye” was very delicate. In the novel, “Zhang Shi” was a delicate, soft-bodied, and easily pushed-over beauty. While Jiang Shi was beautiful, the sense of resemblance wasn’t that strong. But with Cheng Ye’s appearance, things were different. “Zhang Shi” was a coincidence, but Zhang Shi and Wang Ye… Jiang Fei shrank back, not daring to think further.

[Ah haha… Maybe it’s a coincidence?]

How could there be so many coincidences in the world? Jiang Shi held his phone, opened the novel again, and began searching for the pitifully small amount of plot amidst large sections of action scenes.

After flipping just a few pages, footsteps were heard at the door. He shut off his phone almost instantly. As he looked up, Cheng Ye was just pushing the door open. Before he could get a clear look at the person on the bed, a pillow hit him in the face.

“Cheng Ye, you have no manners at all! You don’t even knock before coming in.”

Cheng Ye caught the pillow, guessing that because he had played too rough yesterday, his little ancestor was starting to find fault. He answered very cautiously, “Next time for sure.”

Jiang Shi said, “Get the hell out.”

Cheng Ye “rolled” to the bedside and scooped him up. “It’s already afternoon. Young Master needs to get up and eat.”

Now, whenever Jiang Shi heard the words “Young Master,” he wanted to punch someone. He squirmed in Cheng Ye’s arms but couldn’t get out, so he kicked at him. “Let go of me!”

Cheng Ye’s muscles were hard as rock. He didn’t fight back when hit or talk back when cursed, a completely different person in and out of bed. He deftly dressed Jiang Shi and carried him out of the room.

The moment Jiang Shi’s butt touched the stool, a bowl of rice was placed in his hands. The fragrant smell from the table had just reached his nose when his stomach started rumbling.

You can wrong anyone, but you can’t wrong yourself. Jiang Shi stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, not forgetting to glare at Cheng Ye. “I’m telling you, Cheng Ye, I’ve been putting up with you for a long time.”

Cheng Ye washed his hands and peeled shrimp for him. His originally short hair had grown a bit longer, the tips hanging over his eyebrows, softening his already sharp eyes and brows. He had finally been willing to buy himself some new clothes recently, wearing a gray long-sleeved T-shirt with a loose collar that revealed his collarbones. With a flick of his fingertips, a whole shrimp was peeled from its shell. He looked inexplicably more gentle.

He placed the shrimp in Jiang Shi’s bowl. “Looking at the force of your kicks just now, it doesn’t look at all like you’re putting up with me.”

Jiang Shi: “…” He stuffed the shrimp into his mouth, chewing it as if it were Cheng Ye.

“You thing that looks human but acts like a dog.”

Cheng Ye didn’t get angry either. Looking at him, he stated a fact, “I saw Young Master was so engrossed in reading that I naturally thought you liked it. Since you like it, I had to satisfy you no matter what.”

Jiang Shi said, “I think you were satisfying yourself.”

Cheng Ye smiled. “I was indeed very satisfied.”

It was simply… unbearably lewd.

Jiang Shi couldn’t bear to look and lowered his head to eat. Then he heard Cheng Ye across from him speak slowly again.

“Young Master’s mouth says he doesn’t like it, but the juices below flow more happily than anyone’s.”

“Heh…”

“You little rascal who says one thing and means another.”