Chapter 2741 Transmigrated to a Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student (25)
Ling Yao would never admit that he was actually a little expectant.
But while they say no, their actions betray their words.
Jin Chen lowered his head and kissed him, and Ling Yao couldn't resist, obediently opening his mouth.
Jin Chen supported the back of his neck with one hand, and pressed the tongue stud with a small purple bead on it with the other.
He's very skilled now; he takes out the heart-shaped candy and securely attaches it to the tongue nail bar.
Then, Jin Chen played another prank.
He hooked the candy, pulling and tugging at it, not letting it stay still.
As the sugar melted, Ling Yao immediately tasted the sweetness; it was strawberry flavored and very refreshing.
But because of this, he was unable to swallow normally.
The sweetness of the syrup slid down the corners of my lips, making them glisten.
Ling Yao couldn't help but grab Jin Chen's mischievous wrist, shook his head vaguely, and a charming blush spread across the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, young master Ling Yao was unaware that he looked so well-behaved and pitiful.
Jin Chen's seemingly casual teasing voice reached Ling Yao's ears, and he felt his entire face burn.
Jin Chen finally withdrew his hand.
He gently kissed the corner of Ling Yao's lips, deepening the kiss.
Ling Yao obediently let Jin Chen hold his face, and between breaths, he would subconsciously rub his cheek against Jin Chen's hand.
When the long and lingering kiss finally ended, Ling Yao, breathless, leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder and suddenly remembered the promise he had made to Jin Chen in the hospital.
Adding to the matter of Lin Baiyu tonight, he harbored a desire not to upset Jin Chen, and almost unconsciously lowered his head.
Jin Chen looked down at the top of his head, her voice a little hoarse: "...Ling Yao".
"You're not allowed to speak." Ling Yao interrupted him, her face flushed, her tone both embarrassed and forceful.
He lowered his head, and this time, with that sweet, tantalizing little candy in his mouth, he kissed her.
Strawberry candy played a more subtle role in the entanglement.
The long, passionate kiss almost exhausted Ling Yao's strength.
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yao fell into Jin Chen's arms.
He tilted his head back slightly and opened his mouth, his lips glistening with a misty white vapor.
The strawberry candy was half melted, and the syrup stuck to the tongue stud.
Jin Chen stared at it for two seconds, his eyes darkening.
Ling Yao seemed to be burned by his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he shut his mouth.
“…Hold me.” Ling Yao turned over, his voice trembling.
Jin Chen did as she was told, lifted his body, pulled him into her arms, and kissed him again.
Ling Yao hadn't forgotten that important matter.
"Jin Chen... wants to become my personal knight."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jin Chen kissed the side of his neck.
Immediately afterwards, Jin Chen's deep voice sounded above his head, "Alright, my esteemed young master."
[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 64! 】
[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 45! 】
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The Starry Night Auction is less of an academic event and more of a mini-vanity fair.
Despite bearing the name of an academy, the scale and quality of the auctions, as per tradition, are in no way inferior to any top auction house. It is an important event for nobles to display their wealth and power, as well as to engage in covert competition.
Jin Chen has now officially become Ling Yao's personal knight, which makes Ling Yao, who is in the throes of passionate love and has a strong possessive desire, want everyone to know.
Since that night, Lin Baiyu has never mentioned Jin Chen again, and has remained silent about the increasingly intimate interactions between Ling Yao and Jin Chen.
This undoubtedly dispelled Ling Yao's worries, making him feel much more relaxed.
Auction site.
Before Jin Chen arrived, Ling Yao had to put a lot of effort into getting her dressed.
Ling Yao had long been critical of Jin Chen's attire, feeling that it overshadowed his knight's exceptionally handsome face.
Now that he had a legitimate opportunity, he personally designed a formal suit for Jin Chen, which was both dignified and perfectly showcased her broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Jin Chen let him do as he pleased, and took the opportunity to kiss her personal designer.
As he entered the venue, he felt the amazed gazes coming from all directions. Ling Yao's initial sense of pride was quickly replaced by a sour feeling that he didn't want to share with anyone.
It's infuriating that everyone's staring at Jin Chen.
These people never pay this much attention to specially admitted students normally; it's a real double standard.
Ling Yao quickened his pace and led Jin Chen into the private room.
Jin Chen took in Ling Yao's little thoughts, chuckled, and reached out to pinch Ling Yao's earlobe before stepping into the private room.
"What are you muttering about?"
"It's nothing," Ling Yao denied immediately, and went in first. "It's about to start."
He would never admit that he had even a tiny bit of it, really only a tiny bit.
She didn't want others to see Jin Chen's awkward thoughts.
The private room offers a superb view, with glass walls directly facing the auction hall and display stands below, and the interior is extremely luxurious.
As expected, Sith also brought Eric along.
However, compared to the previous novelty, now that Shi Heng has returned and Sith spends all his time with him, Eric's presence seems quite awkward.
Ling Yao and Jin Chen sat side by side on the sofa, whispering to each other as if no one else was around.
Lin Baiyu sat on a single sofa on one side, his back straight, calmly looking at the auction stage under the glass wall.
Sis and Shi Heng occupied the soft couch on the other side, took the auction catalog handed to them by the waiter, and whispered to each other in an intimate manner, occasionally exchanging a few words with Lin Baiyu.
Eric sat silently beside Sith, though they were not far apart, it felt as if there was a chasm between them.
Eric, who was very proud, felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed and wanted to escape.
He could never figure out Sith's ever-changing interests, but reason told him that if he wanted to get close to Ling Yao and take revenge, staying by Sith's side was the best way at the moment.
Unfortunately, he didn't have Jin Chen's incredible luck.
Perhaps it was Eric's silence that was too oppressive, Shi Heng was the first to notice, and gently reminded Sith, who was discussing the auction items with Sith.
"Siss, your friend is still here."
Upon hearing this, Sith seemed to remember that there was someone else beside him, and glanced at Eric with his head turned to the side.
For some reason, the more he looked at Eric, the more he felt that Eric had lost his initial appeal and instead seemed rather dull.
Sith casually asked Eric, "Is there anything you want?"
Eric snapped out of his daze and saw the inexplicably intimate atmosphere between Sith and Shi Heng, feeling a pang of resentment.
He reached out and gently grasped Sith's fingertips. "I don't need any gifts. Just being able to stay by your side like this is enough for me."
As he spoke, Eric glanced at Shi Heng almost imperceptibly.
Shi Heng responded with his usual gentleness, completely unconcerned about his little gesture.
Instead, Sith withdrew his hand impatiently, his brows furrowed slightly, and said somewhat perfunctorily, "Then you can sit still."
Eric: "..."
Shi Heng changed the subject at the right moment, pointing to the auction catalog and saying to Sis, "Lot No. 8 has a very unique design and would be a great gift."
Sith turned to that page, his eyes lit up, "Great! Are you going to give it to me?"
Shi Heng chuckled and nodded indulgently, "That works too."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Eric, just as he had looked at the many people who had followed Sith in the past, hoping to gain the status of Sith's legitimate boyfriend—gentle, indifferent, and dismissive.
Eric's heart tightened, and he awkwardly looked away.
