Chapter 271: Chapter 271: 271: Don't Leave After School (32)

Jih Cheng returned home, somewhat dispirited as he turned on the light.

The light came on, and Jih Cheng saw the small pink box on the coffee table in the living room at first glance.

He had seen her carrying it today…

Jih Cheng’s breathing became slightly hurried, not knowing what he was anticipating.

But in the end, after searching the entire room, he saw no one.

She wouldn’t be here.

Someone indifferent to the world collapsing… How could she be here?

Jih Cheng sat on the ground, staring blankly at the small pink box, hesitant to touch it, his hand suspended in the air.

Mist began to fill Jih Cheng’s eyes.

Suddenly, he took the box, stood up, threw it into the trash can, but then he hesitated as he was about to leave.

Jih Cheng picked up the box and placed it back on the coffee table.

He sat on the sofa with his hands covering his face.

In the quiet room, the oppressed voice of the young man was particularly heart-wrenching.

In the end, Jih Cheng still unwrapped the small pink box.

Inside were exquisite little sweets.

The cloyingly sweet taste turned bitter in his mouth, spreading all the way to his heart.

Jih Cheng, you’re doing the right thing.

Because you never know when you might be driven mad…

Jih Cheng stuffed the sweets into his mouth one after another, mechanically swallowing them down.

He returned to his own room and lay down on the bed.

As he was drifting into a daze, he heard noises outside, things being moved in and out, as if a thief had entered.

Right now, Jih Cheng couldn’t care less to move, even if there was a thief.

However, the bed beside Jih Cheng dipped slightly, and that’s when he startled awake, sitting up abruptly.

Chuzheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly locking eyes with Jih Cheng’s reddened ones.

“Were you crying?” Chuzheng asked, her tone seemingly mixed with another emotion, but upon closer listening, maybe not.

When did the Good Person Card ever cry!

This isn’t written in the script!

What to do!

What to do!

What to do!

Will he continue to cry?

Should I knock him out first… Chuzheng stole glances at Jih Cheng, if he keeps on crying, she’ll knock him out! Yeah! I’m awesome!

Jih Cheng looked outside, then back at Chuzheng.

Doubting he was dreaming.

“You…”

Jih Cheng’s voice was hoarse, but paired with the young man’s current appearance, it had a different appeal, making one want to ravage him thoroughly.

“Miss Xu, do you want this door changed too?”

A worker stood at the doorway, calling out to her.

“Yeah, change it.”

“Alrighty.”

The worker swiftly replaced the door lock, and Jih Cheng watched blankly, seemingly forgetting to react.

After the worker finished changing the lock and left the room, the whole space quieted down, and Jih Cheng seemed to snap back to reality.

“What are you doing?”

Chuzheng put away the keys, braced her hands on either side of the young man, leaning in to kiss him.

Jih Cheng dodged backwards, but Chuzheng wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him back, capturing his lips.

There was no escape.

Their breath intertwined.

Blazing hot and ambiguously erotic.

Jih Cheng’s eyes widened slightly. Had he not made himself clear today?

“Mm… let me…”

As Jih Cheng spoke, Chuzheng’s tongue took the opportunity to pry open his lips, sliding in, tangling with his without letting go.

The young man’s mouth still carried the sweet taste from the sweets.

That fragrant flavor gradually filled the space between them.

“Be good, don’t cry,” Chuzheng whispered against his lips, with a hint of warning, “And don’t even think about running away.”

The words the Good Person Card said today, weren’t they all about wanting to run away?

Naturally, he must be locked up!

“What…” flushed and agitated with his body involuntarily responding, Jih Cheng spoke with uneven breaths.

“Are you hungry?”

“You…”

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

Chuzheng didn’t give him a chance to speak, standing up and leaving the room.

Jih Cheng sat on the bed in a daze, and after a moment he heard the sound of the door being locked.

Jih Cheng suddenly remembered the image of the worker changing the lock.

He leaped off the bed and pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Chuzheng!” Jih Cheng banged on the door: “Why did you lock the door?”

There was no response from outside.

What did she want to do?

She had clearly been ignoring him before.

Jih Cheng took out his phone and called Chuzheng.

“Why did you lock the door?” Jih Cheng demanded.

“If you run away, it’s tiring for me to look for you,” Chuzheng’s matter-of-fact voice came through: “You better behave, or else I’ll break your legs, understand?”

Jih Cheng: “…”

Jih Cheng didn’t say anything for a long while, and Chuzheng didn’t hang up either.

She was talking to someone on the other end, and after a moment, it quieted down, and he could hear her breathing.

“Are you going to keep me locked up?” Jih Cheng murmured.

“Yeah, who told you to think about running away.”

“…”

He wanted to run away?

When had he…

Jih Cheng thought about what he said to her today.

Is this how she understood the words he said today?

Both kept the line open, but neither spoke another word.

Jih Cheng didn’t know what to say; he still felt a bit dazed.

Half an hour later, Chuzheng came back and placed some food in front of him, most of which was sweet.

“Eat something.”

Jih Cheng silently stared at the food.

He didn’t want to eat anything right now, his mind was in complete disarray, no longer knowing how to think.

Or rather, from where to begin thinking.

What on earth was she doing?

Jih Cheng lay back down on the bed, curling up; he needed to calm down.

Chuzheng came over and felt around on him.

“What are you doing?”

“Give me your phone.”

“…”

Jih Cheng clutched his phone, preventing Chuzheng from taking it.

Chuzheng pressed down on his wrist, forcibly taking the phone from him.

The boy’s eyes, slightly red-rimmed, widened in disbelief.

Chuzheng held his wrist up high, above his head, and kissed him, under the boy’s astonished gaze.

–

Jih Cheng didn’t understand how things had developed to this point.

But he was indeed confined by Chuzheng.

Jih Cheng had tried to run away, but she caught him before he could even get out the door.

The result was being kissed by her almost to the point of suffocation…

Jih Cheng’s initial shock turned to bewilderment, and then, deep down, he even felt a secret thrill.

Jih Cheng thought he must be going crazy.

She locked him up in here, and yet he found it pleasing.

There was a bathroom in the room, and after Jih Cheng finished showering, he found Chuzheng already in the room.

He pursed his lips and walked over.

“I need to make a call.”

“To whom?”

“My workplace.”

Chuzheng handed the phone to him, and Jih Cheng bowed his head to dial. Chuzheng pulled him into an embrace, took the towel from his hand, and started drying his hair.

Jih Cheng called the store, saying he might not be able to go.

Jih Cheng was trying to ingratiate himself with Chuzheng; he knew the more he resisted, the less likely he was to be allowed out.

After the call, he handed the phone back to her.

“Keep it,” Chuzheng said: “Even if you call for help, it’s no use. I won’t let anyone take you away.”

The girl’s nonchalant and brash words made Jih Cheng’s grip tighten slightly.

“Do you like me?”

“I do,” Chuzheng responded quickly.

If I didn’t like you, why would I kiss you?

Jih Cheng looked up slightly: “Then why don’t you reply to my messages? Why don’t you call me or ask what I’m doing?”

Chuzheng was a bit mystified: “…What does liking you have to do with those things?”

“Can you really like someone?”

Chuzheng took a moment to think seriously, then nodded: “Yeah.”

To like, to possess, to lock up!

“…”

Seeing her like that, Jih Cheng knew she didn’t understand at all.

Jih Cheng turned his head away, while Chuzheng’s fingers touched his still slightly wet hair, which didn’t feel comfortable. She then found a hair dryer to dry it for him.