Chapter 2788: The Online Game Master's

Cheng Lang finished sending the voice message, his ears burned up.

He stared at the computer screen, waiting for a response.

The tingling, numb feeling lingered, neither here nor there, itchy to the point of drilling into his heart, yet he couldn't reach the relief spot, so a bit of irritation arose again.

His Adam's apple rolled; he wished he could reach out and scratch a few times, but that would do no good, only make things worse.

He wanted Jin Chen's hand, Jin Chen's touch, Jin Chen's kiss.

Xiao Chen: I'm behind the greenery to your front-left, look at me.

Cheng Lang lifted his eyes, his gaze threading through the sparse gaps in the greenery's branches and leaves.

Behind the greenery was the back of another row of desks and chairs, hazy and indistinct.

But he knew Jin Chen was there.

This awareness intensified the unbearable feeling, burning his eye sockets until they felt hot, the corners of his eyes tinged with faint red; even though he couldn't see a figure, the longing in his gaze was thick and impossible to dispel.

Xiao Chen: Brother, someone's coming your way, be careful.

Cheng Lang's heart tightened; all those lascivious thoughts were covered over by the rationality that had been pulled back.

He straightened his spine, forced his gaze back to the document, though he couldn't absorb a single word of the code on it.

Footsteps came from the passageway, neither fast nor slow, drawing nearer.

This table is long enough, and he's sitting innermost, with walls on both sides… he probably shouldn't see anything.

Cheng Lang thought that, and he made his breathing extremely light.

And the annoying, unresolved tingling sensation continued.

The footsteps stopped very close by, almost just a step away.

At the same time, the prolonged, maddening electric current suddenly intensified.

The stimulation that exceeded his tolerance threshold exploded, surging straight into his brain.

Cheng Lang bit his lower lip, barely managing to swallow the gasp that almost escaped, his pupils trembling as they flicked upward.

At the brink of collapse, a cool hand reached from behind and covered his eyes.

Cheng Lang startled, his elbow wanted to strike backward, but it was easily caught.

A breathy sound pressed against his scorching ear, warm and moist.

"Brother, it's me."

Cheng Lang grabbed the wrist covering his eyes with his backhand, fingertips pressing hard, "Xiao Chen..."

He suddenly realized that Jin Chen had gotten this close, yet the usual faint sandalwood that always lingered on him was almost gone.

Cheng Lang instinctively turned his head to sniff.

Where is Jin Chen's scent?

Jin Chen leaned in, took his reddened earlobe into his mouth, gave it a light kiss, and grazed it with his teeth.

"Brother," his voice dropped to an extremely low, teasing tone, "you're burning up."

Not just hot.

In Cheng Lang's current state, Jin Chen's touch and kiss were like a single spark igniting explosives; the fire inside him burned so fiercely he had no rationality left.

He couldn't help but turn his head, seeking Jin Chen's lips by feel, and pressed them urgently together.

Jin Chen responded to his kiss, his fingertips slipping into the collar and tracing along his scorching skin.

Cheng Lang shuddered again.

Jin Chen took it off, casually slipped it into his pocket, and with a soothing, pitying touch, rubbed the bullied Little Pitiful One.

"It's swollen," he said against Cheng Lang's lips, his voice a breath.

Cheng Lang shook his head, like a fish out of water, unable to answer, desperately seeking comfort.

Jin Chen then sat down in the empty chair beside him, their bodies pressing close.

Cheng Lang panted, pulling back slightly, his nose rubbing against the skin on his neck, murmuring lowly, "Xiao Chen, why don't you smell fragrant anymore?"

Jin Chen turned his face, accusing, "Not fragrant anymore, brother, do you not recognize me now?"

Cheng Lang: "..."

His heart softened, and he felt a mix of laughter and tears; he reached out, feeling his way to caress Jin Chen's cheek, and softly coaxed, "Is this thing not over yet?"

Jin Chen gave a soft hum twice, bit down on Cheng Lang's lower lip, which was a bit red and swollen from his kiss, then released the hand covering his eyes.

Cheng Lang lowered his gaze, his cheeks and ears still fiercely red; he pulled down the zipper of his down jacket a bit, then took off his thick scarf and draped it over Jin Chen's head and shoulder leaning against him.

From afar, it looked like Jin Chen was leaning on his shoulder to rest.

Jin Chen was quite cooperative; leaning in, he was embraced by Cheng Lang, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, his high nose brushing against his chest muscles.

Cheng Lang lowered his head, repeatedly stroking the back of Jin Chen's neck, his voice low and hoarse, almost a whisper.

"Be good, give me a kiss… it's so uncomfortable."

Having caused the trouble himself, he soothed it himself; Jin Chen curled his lips, patiently comforting, easing that fiery swelling.

Just a moist kiss, the tips of his teeth lightly scraping.

But for Cheng Lang at this moment, it was already an excellent comfort.

Cheng Lang pinched Jin Chen's earlobe hidden beneath the scarf, rubbing it, "You're so bad, you little brat."

There wasn't much blame; instead, it was full of affectionate indulgence.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 100!】

Not long after, a slightly shy male voice sounded, "Um… senior, hello."

Cheng Lang's heart tightened, but he forced a calm expression, glancing sideways at the male student standing by the table.

It was an unfamiliar junior, looking young, with a shy expression, holding a notebook computer of the same model as Cheng Lang's.

When Cheng Lang's eyes, still tinged with faint red, 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's out of power, and the outlet over here is a bit far…" The male student pointed toward his own desk.

Cheng Lang was actually nervous to death inside, feeling that Jin Chen was kissing him more forcefully, almost letting out a muffled groan.

Cheng Lang kept his composure, one arm around Jin Chen, the other hand reaching into his computer bag placed beside him, pulled out the charger, and handed it to the male student.

"Here." His tone was slightly tense, a bit faster than usual.

God knows how afraid he was that the little ancestor in his arms would cause some commotion again.

The male student took the charger, thanked him, and couldn't help but glance toward the figure hidden in Cheng Lang's arms, covered by a scarf with only a bit of black hair showing.

Cheng Lang noticed his gaze and explained, "He… isn't feeling well, it's fine."

The male student gave an embarrassed smile, took the charger, and returned to his own seat.

Only when the male student's figure was blocked by the bookshelf did Cheng Lang let out a breath of relief.

Jin Chen also sat up straight and blew on the scarf covering his face.

Cheng Lang helped him remove the scarf on his head; Jin Chen's hair rubbed against the scarf, a few strands lifted by static, and they swayed lightly with his movement.

Cheng Lang looked at him like that, his earlier nervousness and annoyance long gone, and he reached out to smooth Jin Chen's raised hair.

Cheng Lang leaned in, wanting to kiss the moisture at the corner of his lips.

But as their lips touched, static gave another little zap.

Jin Chen felt attacked.

He furrowed his brow, tongue licking the lower lip that had been zapped.

Cheng Lang laughed even more, then leaned in and kissed him again.

"Can't you not be mad, good boy?" He rubbed Jin Chen's nose tip, cooing softly.

Jin Chen lifted his eyes, the corner of his mouth curving, "Mm, not mad."

He replied softly, removed the exchanged fragrance‑locking device, slightly lifted his chin for Cheng Lang to smell, "Does it smell good now?"

Cheng Lang leaned close to his neck, took a deep breath, and the familiar sandalwood note wove itself around.

He inhaled again, enamored, forehead pressing against Jin Chen's, answering honestly: "It's very fragrant."

"All right, I won't bother you anymore," Jin Chen finally tore his gaze away to the notebook he'd neglected for so long, the course video on the screen having been auto‑paused for a while, "Brother, I'm working on my graduation project."

He loosened his arm around Cheng Lang, sat upright, looking like he was about to study seriously.

Cheng Lang, however, proactively reached out, clasping his hand under the desk, fingers interlaced, palms pressed together, their temperatures mingling.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, didn't pull away, and let him hold on.

Cheng Lang then barely managed to shift his focus back to the code document before him, his fingertips tapping the keyboard, at least getting back into the groove.

After about an hour and a bit, Cheng Lang finally fixed the format, saved the document, and packed up his things.

The male student who had borrowed the charger earlier also packed up his bag, charger in hand, and walked over.

"Senior, thank you." The male student handed the charger to Cheng Lang, his face a little flushed, as if he'd mustered his courage, and added, "Um… senior, can I add you on WeChat? It'd be convenient to thank you."

Cheng Lang casually shoved the charger into his bag, completely missing the ulterior motive in the male student's words, waved his hand, and said casually, "No need, what's there to thank for borrowing a charger?"

"If you run out of power in the library later, just ask the administrator; I'm swamped with my graduation project and can't attend to it."

Male student: "……"

The light in his eyes dimmed a bit, he felt a little disappointed, politely thanked him, and turned to leave.

Jin Chen glanced at Cheng Lang, who wore a completely oblivious expression while still checking if he'd left anything behind, and the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"Let's go, brother."

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