NOVPUBChapter 371: 357, Not a Good Time to Come Back (3) _1
Chapter 371: 357, Not a Good Time to Come Back (3) _1
“Finished reading?”
Unknown to him, Black Jack had already approached him.
Jian Luo lifted his head, silently looking at him, and questioned, “When did I become a koala? Also, when was I ever silly or clumsy?”
This essay, absolutely deserves a poor grade.
It utterly lacks authenticity.
He was obviously very smart, he insisted.
Black Jack’s lips curled up into a smile, instead of answering he asked, “Is the writing not good?”
Jian Luo snorted, “Are you sure your teacher didn’t pass out in rage?”
“He doesn’t appreciate my masterpiece.” Speaking of his teacher, Black Jack raised an eyebrow calmly.
“You should be a little aware of the consequences.” He patted Black Jack’s shoulder, advising cheerfully.
This shameless idiot, boasting and showing off again.
Black Jack lowered his gaze to his cherry-colored lips, his blue eyes suddenly darkened.
Those opening and closing pink lips seem to be inviting him to taste them.
Seeing him silent, Jian Luo looked at him puzzledly. He inadvertently caught Black Jack’s profound gaze, causing his smile to stiffen.
“Ahem, well, Bai Jue should be back soon. I’m going to go check.”
Thrusting the notebook back into his hand, he wanted to flee from here.
Black Jack tossed the notebook aside, and with his large hand, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“Black Jack, you…”
Jian Luo stepped back, his back leaning against the bookshelf. He was trapped.
With his hands on either side of him, Black Jack lowered his gaze to him, his voice hoarse, “Luo Xiaobai, have you considered the answer I want, hmm?”
“Wh, what? Don’t get so close to me.” He turned his head away, his handsome face flushing slightly.
At this moment, he genuinely regretted it.
He was like a man carrying a stone only to drop it on his own foot.
He shouldn’t have read that darn essay, now he can’t escape.
“Luo Xiaobai, why won’t you look at me? Are you afraid of me?” He pressed forward with his handsome face, increasing the intensity of his questioning.
An ambiguous atmosphere spread, making one feel somewhat suffocated.
Jian Luo’s heartbeat quickened, and he hastily looked at him, affirming he was not afraid.
“Black Jack, it’s so stuffy in here. Let’s go outside and talk.”
He spoke quickly, wanting to escape from under his arm.
Unfortunately, his plot was already noticed by Black Jack.
He reached out his arm, his large hand grabbing his shoulder, and his tall figure moved closer.
Jian Luo’s face turned even more red. He lifted his hand pushing against Black Jack’s chest, “Hey, Black Jack, someone could come in.”
“Is it fine if nobody comes in?” Black Jack’s alluring throat moved.
“…”
He suddenly desired to get a taste of his fist, what would be the best way to deliver it?
“What are you thinking, let me out immediately.” He growled.
“No.” Black Jack spoke leisurely.
He was impossible to communicate with.
Black Jack was provoking him into using violence.
“Are you letting me go or not? Otherwise, I’ll go back to the manor.”
“You can go out, but first, answer my question.” Black Jack
“What question?” He gritted his teeth.
Black Jack stared at him and said, “Have you thought about the answer I want?”
“What answer? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jian Luo’s palms began to sweat, managing to mumble vague words as he lowered his head.
“Then let me remind you again.” Black Jack raised his hand to hold his chin, forcing him to lift his head, “Do you want to be with me?”
He had already given him plenty of time to think, and now, he wanted an answer.
The candid words fell on his ears, causing Jian Luo’s cheeks to burn hotly.
He bit his lip lightly, a hint of indecision flickering in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say you were giving me time to think clearly?”
Black Jack nodded, “I did, and now the time has come.”
“That’s not how it works.” He grumbled unhappily.
Black Jack smiled from deep in his blue eyes, reaching out to pull him into his arms.
Unlike the soft body of a woman, his thin figure fit perfectly in his arms, while his jaw rested right on his forehead.
He only needed to lower his head to kiss him between his brows.
Both were wearing thin shirts, as if they could feel each other’s body heat. The smells of an ancient dragon water fragrance enveloped Jian Luo’s nose, coming from where they were tightly bonded.
His body stiffened, not daring to move, his hands hanging aimlessly.
“Black Jack, what are you doing?”
His voice was soft and somewhat unstable, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
“Luo Xiaobai, do you want to be with me?”
His deep, rich voice was like a well-aged wine, husky with a hint of sensuality.
“I…,”
Jian Luo hesitated, terribly torn.
These past days, their relationship returned to the way it used to be. But that thin layer of separation had already been pierced, though they hadn’t openly acknowledged it.
Now that he had brought it up, it seemed a bit hard for him to evade again.
Seizing the opportunity, Black Jack pressed his attack. He gently bit his earlobe, his voice muffled, “Luo Xiaobai, what are you worried about? Tell me, and I’ll help solve it.”
An electric current shot through his body. Jian Luo’s eyes widened.
He instinctively retracted his neck and tried to push him away, but he held him even tighter.
“Hehe!”
A low laugh suddenly echoed, lingering in the Library Pavilion.
Black Jack’s handsome face darkened, and Jian Luo quickly pushed him away, creating a distance between them.
“Oh, did I come at the wrong time?”
From a distance, Bai Jue with crossed arms and flirtatious peach blossom eyes had a teasing smile.
Tsk tsk, it seemed he returned at the perfect time.
Otherwise, he would’ve missed this melodrama.
“If you know it’s the wrong time, why did you come back?” Black Jack glared at him ominously.
“Of course, I came back to sleep.” Bai Jue stifling his laughter, though he was laughing hysterically on the inside.
