Chapter 2731: Transmigrated to the Aristocratic Academy as a Special Admission Student 15

When Ling Yao heard him dare to bring that up again, he flared up even more: "Were you amnesiac in the cafeteria just now? Only now remembering?"

Back then, waiting for him to speak felt like having his life demanded.

Jin Chen gave a low chuckle, his laugh like a tiny hook that made ears itch; he didn't release Ling Yao's hand, his fingertip scratching his palm, "There were outsiders around then."

Ling Yao furrowed his handsome brows, feeling ill at ease: "That mysterious?"

He looked more impatient, yet his curiosity was still piqued.

"Alright, alright—hurry up, what is it? Let me see."

Only then did Jin Chen release his hand, instead using his fingertip to lift Ling Yao's chin.

They had done this move many times; Ling Yao had even grown accustomed to not dodging, a compliance he wasn't even aware of himself.

Even when Jin Chen's palm closed, gently pinching his jaw, Ling Yao still slightly opened his mouth.

A dainty tongue stud peeked out; today he wore a uniquely designed serpent‑eye style that refracted an eerie fire‑like sheen in the sunlight, strikingly beautiful.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, his eyes landing on the little ornament; after a few seconds he suddenly asked.

"Why did you ever think of getting a tongue piercing?"

Ling Yao couldn't speak, so he could only glare at him, making a motion to close his mouth and bite his restless finger.

"Just like that," Jin Chen's fingertip lightly rubbed his lip corner, preventing him from closing his mouth, his voice coaxing, "I can hear you clearly."

Ling Yao turned his face away, refusing to meet his eyes, his tone heated: "What right do I have to tell you…"

Before he could finish, an uncontrolled flash of last night's defeat under control surged in his mind, and he ultimately didn't dare to continue mocking.

He pressed his lips together, leaning against Jin Chen's fingertip, mumbling, "If you want to pierce, just pierce. Why all the whys?"

Jin Chen's lip curled, the amusement in his tone spilling out: "That's pretty polite—keep it up."

His free hand rose, ruffling Ling Yao's hair.

Immediately, a fine chain dangled from his palm, the pendant swaying lightly in the air, hovering before Ling Yao's eyes.

A very distinctive tongue‑stud chain.

One end connects to a clasp, bearing a round, translucent gem like lychee flesh; the other end can be pinned to a collar… or is better suited to wrap around a finger as a platinum fine chain.

Ling Yao looked at Jin Chen with a complex gaze, his tone cooling: "…What do you mean, wanting to shackle me with this thing?"

"No," Jin Chen appeared not to have any coercive intent; at least, compared to the him last night brimming with domineering urges, he seemed much more reasonable.

His fingertip slid from Ling Yao's chin to his earlobe, the dry fingers kneading the earlobe, tracing the side of his cheek down to his neck.

"Just a little gift," Jin Chen murmured coaxingly: "Just wear it for me to see; no one will know, it's fine."

This feeling of being gently caressed easily lulls one's guard down, even breeds dependence, utterly different from the stimulation brought by empathy.

Ling Yao couldn't stand Jin Chen coaxing him like this, as if all his principles and pride could be temporarily set aside.

Ling Yao slightly opened his mouth; his tongue tip instinctively pressed against his palate, corresponding to this motion was his head turned away, refusing eye contact, his cheeks flushed.

Really adorable, Jin Chen thought.

Jin Chen pressed against his teeth and lips, fastening the clasp on one end of the chain, but perhaps inexperienced, he kept touching the lip corner and the upper palate.

Ling Yao's eyelashes fluttered, his gaze unfocused on the outside.

Once the clasp was secured on the tongue stud, Jin Chen withdrew his fingers; his fingertips inevitably became damp.

Ling Yao's lip corner slightly opened, the platinum fine chain dangled down, swaying lightly with his breath.

One end connects to a hidden, somewhat rebellious, beautiful tongue stud.

The other end is exposed to Jin Chen's view.

Jin Chen reached out, using his fingertip to lightly hook the dangling fine chain.

The chain was tugged, a faint pull felt at the clasp; Ling Yao leaned forward, nearly toppling into his embrace.

"So beautiful," Jin Chen whispered admiringly, his gaze burning as he watched the chain.

He lowered his head, brushing Ling Yao's nose tip, then mischievously tugged lightly at the silver chain.

Ling Yao exhaled a breath, nearly unable to close his mouth.

But when he lifted his misty eyes, seeing Jin Chen's fondness deep within and hearing his praise, a strange…secret pleasure welled up in his heart.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +6, total 40!】

"Does it hurt?" Jin Chen asked, his fingertip rubbing where the chain meets the lip corner.

Ling Yao shook his head to indicate no pain; the chain swayed lightly with his movement.

Outside the windowsill, faint sounds of people walking and chatting drifted nearer.

Perhaps it was aristocratic students passing the little garden on their way to a minor class.

If any of them happened to glance up and look at the windowsill of the third‑floor lounge, they would see… the arrogant, unbeatable scion of a conglomerate in their eyes, being held by the chin with a delicate chain by the special‑admission student they despise most, displaying a tame posture that could never be seen by outsiders.

Ling Yao's eyes shifted; he wanted to retreat and hide, but his body moved toward Jin Chen's embrace before his mind could catch up.

This must never be seen by anyone!

Ling Yao panicked, trembling fingertips reaching for the curtain‑control button, but the button lay on the far edge of the windowsill; held half‑encircled in Jin Chen's arms, his arm length always fell just short, no matter how he stretched.

Ling Yao grew so desperate that moisture welled at the corners of his eyes; he looked to Jin Chen for help, his gaze wet and anxious.

Jin Chen tightened his hold around his waist, not frightening him at all, and with his other hand extended, easily pressed the button.

The white gauze curtains drew together, softening the indoor light.

Only when the curtains fully fell did Ling Yao's tense, rigid spine relax; he went limp, leaning into Jin Chen's embrace, forehead against his shoulder, drawing a soft breath.

Jin Chen lowered his head and kissed his ear.

Ling Yao's body shuddered; heat flared from his ear down to his neck, and he somewhat helplessly shrank his neck.

"You were very good today," Jin Chen's lips brushed his earlobe as he whispered.

"…Don't say those useless things," Ling Yao lifted his chin, trying to regain a bit of poise, "You've seen it—take it off."

He had completely forgotten that doing it himself would be far more practiced.

Jin Chen grabbed the hand he wanted to move, "But, it's very beautiful."

Jin Chen brought Ling Yao, turned his cheek, together they faced the decorative mirror embedded in the corner of the lounge.

In the mirror, Jin Chen's cold, pale, slender fingers covered Ling Yao's cheek flushed with a red hue, exuding a strong sense of control.

He stood behind Ling Yao, slightly lowered his head, his dark pupils through Ling Yao's gaze at the mirror, his lips lightly touching Ling Yao's earlobe, as if kissing.

Ling Yao's body trembled slightly, the hanging tongue-piercing chain swayed lightly, flashing an ambiguous gleam.

Too decadent a beauty.

"Do you like it, right?" Jin Chen's voice sounded in his ear, low and enticing.

Ling Yao looked at himself in the mirror, watery light shimmering, cheeks crimson.

He only glanced for a few seconds, then turned his head away, refusing to look again, burying his flushed face into Jin Chen's shoulder and shaking his head firmly.

He could not admit it, nor could he face the self lost in that mirror.

"Alright." Jin Chen sighed, rubbed his back, very indulgent, "Then don't wear it, I'll help you take it off."

Ling Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he lifted his eyes, he clearly saw the disappointment in Jin Chen's eyes.

Jin Chen had already reached out, preparing to undo that clasp.

Ling Yao's gaze darted away, the urging words stuck in his throat, and suddenly he said nothing.

"... Wait." Ling Yao turned his head to look at Jin Chen, "Not taking it off."