Chapter 2744: Transmigrated to the Noble Academy as a Special Admission Student 29

The night deepened.

In the rental house, the light from the screen illuminated Jin Chen's face.

【Pretty good, pretty good, just like that!】

Ling Gun Gun lay on the cushion, swaying back and forth, its bean eyes growing dizzy.

【Host, I think I need twenty bowls of chicken leg rice, or ten basins of gems, to soothe my weary spirit.】

Jin Chen casually grabbed a handful of gems and gave it to him, flicked his forehead, and said amusedly: 【Spare the chicken.】

Ling Gun Gun, full of vigor, swallowed the gems in one bite: 【Temporarily spared, sorry chicken, you're just too delicious.】

Jin Chen tossed it back into the space.

Jin Chen glanced at the time, picked up his personal terminal, and only then realized it had been turned off at some point.

When he turned it back on, a string of unread message requests and voice memos popped up, all from Ling Yao.

Jin Chen hissed, leaned into the somewhat old sofa, and opened those messages.

The first one, its tone still a bit proud and expectant:

"I had someone bring back the stuff filmed today to the villa first! That…… chest chain,"

"Ling Yao seemed a bit embarrassed, but quickly raised his tone: '……It's not completely out of the question, but! It must be you who personally designs it and puts it on me! Hmph, this young master isn't so easily fooled.'"

At the end, two hums were added.

The later messages, perhaps as the sky darkened and he still hadn't appeared, began to turn dissatisfied.

"Jin Chen! You're my personal knight! Where did you run off to? Hurry over to eat with me! Right now, immediately!"

Later still, the night grew deeper, and when the academy system couldn't locate Jin Chen, his grievance became obvious:

"Why aren't you in the academy dormitory, and not answering calls…… Aren't you coming tonight?" Ling Yao's voice lowered.

Jin Chen patiently listened to all the messages, then held the plush bear at hand to his chest, his fingertips combing its fur, and placed a video call.

Ling Yao answered instantly.

The virtual projection unfolded in the living room, showing Ling Yao's side.

Ling Yao leaned against the soft pillow; though his eyes were usually bright, deeper down lay an unhidden grievance as he stared straight at Jin Chen on the light screen, his accusation palpable even through the screen.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you tell me."

Clearly he was confronting him, yet the more he listened, the more it sounded like grievance.

Jin Chen looked at his flustered state, voice calm: "Sorry, I'm in the rental house; tomorrow I have some things to prepare ahead of time."

"Moreover, didn't I mention it to you after the auction ended?"

"……When?" Ling Yao frowned, trying to recall.

"In the hallway." Jin Chen resigned, seeing through his guilt at a glance, teased: "Looks like you didn't take it in."

Ling Yao: "……"

His ears quietly turned red, he protested weakly: "Who made you kiss so fiercely…… My mouth still hurts a bit……"

This accusation sounded less like a complaint and more like a spoiled whine.

He knelt on the blanket, saw Jin Chen holding the plush bear in his arms, pursed his lips, and said: "Touch me, quick."

Cleary not long ago he'd schemed every way to snatch the plush bear back, but now he felt letting Jin Chen keep it wasn't so bad.

Even…… he felt a twinge of jealousy toward that bear, now being held like that by him.

Jin Chen went along with it, his fingertips lightly brushing the bear's head, the motion gentle, his low voice transmitted through the device.

"It's late; lie down and sleep."

Ling Yao didn't really want to lose his temper, obediently wrapped himself tight, and the shared sensation sent waves of soothing tingles from gentle caresses— the most effective tranquilizer.

Yet his body felt comfortable, his heart felt empty.

Beside him there was no familiar warmth, no embrace that could fully encircle him, and no Jin Chen.

Ling Yao suddenly realized that after only this brief time together day and night, he was already so unaccustomed to nights without Jin Chen by his side.

"……Jin Chen." Ling Yao turned his face, burying half of it in the pillow, let out a muffled cry, not specifying what he wanted, the tone drawn out.

Jin Chen looked at the far end of the light screen; his cool, handsome eyes softened involuntarily, a smile blooming in their depths.

"Young master."

"……Huh?"

Ling Yao, made drowsy by the soothing shared sensation, still hazily thought he must fiercely hug back tomorrow to make up for it, when his body suddenly felt a current surge through.

His finger joints tightened, tinged with an uncontrollable tremor.

He lay flat, instinctively wanting to hide his hand under the blanket.

"No." Jin Chen's command‑like voice sounded at the right moment.

Ling Yao's finger twitched sharply, then stopped.

He lifted his gaze to the virtual projection; the dim light blurred the edges, as if Jin Chen truly sat beside his bed, looking down at him, brows lowered, irresistible.

Ling Yao's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes uncontrollably shifting to the plush bear in Jin Chen's hand being…… roughly handled.

He could bear it no longer, flung his arm over his eyes, tears welling, then buried his hot cheeks in the blanket, squeezing out a broken, sticky voice as he whined.

"Jin Chen……"

"Jin Chen…"

Ling Yao repeated his name over and over, his voice soft like mist dampened by night dew, floating and gentle, a lover's spoiled whisper.

After a while.

He heard Jin Chen tease softly.

"You tremble so much, young master."

Ling Yao's head felt like it was being stirred into paste, every nerve ending frenziedly twitching.

Unable to resist, he arched his back, forcefully hugging Jin Chen's pillow into his arms and burying it deep, as if that would let him draw in Jin Chen's breath.

His heart pounded in his chest, so fast it felt like it would break.

Ling Yao madly longed for Jin Chen's kiss, longed for the intimacy of their breaths merging as one.

He missed the sweet feeling of the tongue‑stud candy slowly melting, then being gently licked. He missed being held tightly in an embrace, listening to the heartbeat as he fell asleep, feeling safe.

Ling Yao closed his sore‑feeling eyes, his long lashes wet and sticking together.

Only when Jin Chen finally turned the plush bear over, stroking its back with extreme gentleness and endless pity, did the strong surge gradually subside.

Ling Yao, utterly exhausted, curled up beside the pillow still faintly scented with agarwood, and fell into a deep sleep.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +6, total 70!】