Chapter 2789 The Online Game Master's "Straight Male" Roommate 34
After Cheng Lang sent the voice message, his ears started burning.
He stared at the computer screen, waiting for a response.
The tingling, numb sensation lingered, an unbearable itch that was excruciating, yet there was no way to find relief, which caused a bit of anxiety.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he wished he could reach out and scratch it, but that would be useless and would only make things worse.
I want Jin Chen's hand, Jin Chen's touch, Jin Chen's kiss.
Xiao Chen: I'm behind the greenery to your side. Look at me.
Cheng Lang raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the sparse branches and leaves of the green plants.
Behind the greenery were the backs of another row of tables and chairs, their shadows indistinct and difficult to see clearly.
But he knew Jin Chen was there.
This realization intensified the unbearable feeling, making his eyes burn and the corners of his eyes tinged with red. Even though he couldn't see anyone, the longing in his eyes was so intense that it couldn't be dissolved.
Xiao Chen: Brother, someone's coming this way, be careful.
Cheng Lang's heart tightened, and all his romantic thoughts were pulled back by a layer of rationality.
He straightened his back and forced his gaze back to the document, even though he couldn't understand a single word of the code.
Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, unhurried, growing closer and closer.
The table is long enough, and he's sitting on the innermost side, with two walls on either side... so he shouldn't be able to see anything.
As Cheng Lang thought this, he breathed very softly.
The annoying, lingering tingling sensation continued.
The footsteps stopped very close, almost a step away.
At the same time, the long-standing, unsettling electric current suddenly intensified.
The stimulus, exceeding the tolerance threshold, explodes and rushes straight to the brain.
Cheng Lang bit his lower lip, barely managing to suppress the gasp that almost escaped his lips, his pupils trembling as he rolled upwards.
At the brink of collapse, a cool hand reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
Cheng Lang was startled and tried to strike backward with his elbow, but it was easily caught.
The breathy sound rang close to his burning earlobe, damp and hot.
"Brother, it's me."
Cheng Lang grabbed the wrist covering his eyes with his other hand, his fingertips tightening, "Xiao Chen..."
He suddenly realized that Jin Chen was already so close, but he could hardly smell the faint sandalwood fragrance that used to linger around him.
Cheng Lang subconsciously turned his head to smell it.
What does Jin Chen taste like?
Jin Chen leaned down, took his red earlobe into her mouth, and gently kissed it, grinding her teeth together.
“Brother,” he said in a low, teasing voice, “you’re so hot.”
It's more than just hot.
In Cheng Lang's current state, Jin Chen's touch and kiss were like a spark igniting an explosive, and the fire in his body burned away all his reason.
He couldn't help but turn his head, relying on his senses to find Jin Chen's lips, and eagerly pressed them against his.
Jin Chen responded to his kiss, her fingertips slipping inside his collar and tracing along his burning skin.
Cheng Lang shuddered again.
Jin Chen took it off, casually put it in his pocket, and gently rubbed the poor little thing that had been bullied with his fingertips in a comforting and tender manner.
"It's swollen," he whispered, his lips close to Cheng Lang's.
Cheng Lang shook his head, like a fish out of water, too preoccupied to answer, desperately seeking comfort.
Jin Chen sat down on the empty chair next to him, pressing her body close to his.
Cheng Lang, panting, stepped back slightly, rubbing his nose against the skin on the side of his neck, and muttered softly, "Xiao Chen, why don't you smell good anymore?"
Jin Chen turned her head to the side and complained, "It doesn't smell good anymore, brother, can't you recognize me?"
Cheng Lang: "..."
His heart softened, and he felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. He reached out and gently stroked Jin Chen's cheek, coaxing her softly, "This matter isn't over yet."
Jin Chen hummed softly, bit Cheng Lang's lower lip, which was slightly red and swollen from his kisses, before releasing his hand from covering Cheng Lang's eyes.
Cheng Lang lowered his eyes, his cheeks and ears still burning red. He unzipped his down jacket a little, then took off his thick scarf and covered Jin Chen's head and shoulders, who was leaning against him.
From a distance, it looked as if Jin Chen was resting on his shoulder.
Jin Chen was quite cooperative. He leaned over and was immediately embraced by Cheng Lang, feeling his breathing rise and fall, and his high nose brushing against his chest muscles.
Cheng Lang lowered his head and gently stroked the back of Jin Chen's neck, his voice low and husky, almost a whisper.
"Sweetie, kiss me...it's really uncomfortable."
Jin Chen smiled and patiently comforted the woman, easing the burning pain. She had caused the trouble herself.
It was just a wet kiss, with the tips of teeth gently scraping against each other.
But for Cheng Lang at this moment, it was already a great comfort.
Cheng Lang pinched Jin Chen's earlobe, which was hidden under his scarf, and stroked it. "You're so naughty, you brat."
There was little blame, but rather plenty of affection and indulgence.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 100! 】
Not long after, a slightly shy male voice rang out, "Um... senior, hello."
Cheng Lang's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm and glanced sideways at the boy standing by the table.
He was a junior student I didn't know. He looked young, had a shy expression, and was holding a laptop of the same model as Cheng Lang's.
When Cheng Lang's eyes, still slightly red at the corners, looked over, the boy's face turned even redder.
"Senior, my laptop seems to be the same model as yours. Can I borrow your charger? Mine is out of power, and the socket here is a bit far away..." The boy pointed towards his desk.
Cheng Lang was actually extremely nervous. He felt Jin Chen kiss him even harder and almost groaned out loud.
He kept a straight expression, put one arm around Jin Chen, and reached into his laptop bag next to him with the other hand to take out a charger and hand it to the boy.
"Here you go." His tone was slightly tense, and he spoke faster than usual.
Heaven knows how afraid he was of his little darling making any more noise in his arms.
The boy took the charger, thanked him, and couldn't help but glance at the figure in Cheng Lang's arms, whose black hair was covered by a scarf and only a little bit was visible.
Cheng Lang noticed his gaze and explained, "He... isn't feeling well, but he's fine."
The boy smiled shyly, took the charger, and returned to his seat.
Cheng Lang only breathed a sigh of relief when the boy's figure was blocked by the bookshelf.
Jin Chen sat up straight and blew on the scarf covering her face.
Cheng Lang helped him remove the scarf from his head. Jin Chen's hair rubbed against the scarf, and a few strands of it sticked up due to static electricity, swaying gently with his movements.
Looking at him like this, Cheng Lang's earlier tension and embarrassment had long since vanished. He reached out and smoothed down Jin Chen's sticking-up hair.
Cheng Lang leaned closer, wanting to kiss the wetness on his lips.
But as their lips touched, static electricity caused a sharp, stinging sensation.
Jin Chen was attacked.
He frowned and licked his lower lip, which had been electrified.
Cheng Lang laughed even harder and leaned in to kiss him again.
"Don't be angry anymore, okay, sweetie?" He nuzzled Jin Chen's nose and coaxed him softly.
Jin Chen looked up, a smile playing on her lips. "Mm, I'm not angry."
He responded softly, removed the incense-locking prop he had exchanged, and slightly raised his chin for Cheng Lang to smell, "Does it smell good now?"
Cheng Lang leaned closer to his neck, took a deep breath, and the familiar scent of sandalwood wafted up around him.
He sniffed it again, captivated, and pressed his forehead against Jin Chen's, answering honestly, "It smells wonderful."
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore," Jin Chen finally turned his attention to the laptop he had neglected for so long. The course videos on the screen had been paused for quite some time. "I'm working on my graduation project."
He released his arm from Cheng Lang's, sat up straight, and looked like he was about to study seriously.
Cheng Lang took the initiative to reach out and hold his hand under the table. Their fingers intertwined, their palms pressed together, and their warmth blended.
Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, but didn't pull away, letting him hold her hand.
Cheng Lang managed to refocus his attention on the code document in front of him, and his fingertips started typing on the keyboard, finally getting back into the zone.
After about an hour, Cheng Lang finally finished formatting the document, saved it, and tidied up.
The boy who had borrowed the charger earlier also packed up his backpack and came over with the charger.
"Thank you, senior." The boy handed the charger to Cheng Lang, his face slightly flushed. As if he had mustered up his courage, he added, "Um... senior, can we add each other on WeChat? It would be convenient to thank you."
Cheng Lang casually stuffed the charger into his bag, completely oblivious to the ulterior motive in the boy's words. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "No need, why thank me for lending you a charger?"
"If there's a power outage in the library in the future, I can ask the librarian. I'm quite busy with my graduation project, so I can't bother."
Boy: "..."
The light in his eyes dimmed slightly, a hint of disappointment in his expression. He politely thanked him and turned to leave.
Jin Chen glanced at Cheng Lang, who was completely oblivious and still checking if he had left anything behind, and his lips twitched slightly.
"Let's go, brother."
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