Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

At night, Zandik walked back to the dormitory with heavy steps.

Today's unprecedented experience flashed through my mind.

He was "proposed" by Cheng Yan, and it happened in public.

Zandik wanted to strangle him, he had never been famous in such a bizarre way in the Sahavara Academy.

If it were someone else, Zandik would never even look at him, and might even feel offended and retaliate harshly.

But that person was Cheng Yan.

Zandik thought of the feeling of being looked at by every student with gossipy eyes along the way. His fingers clenched tightly and he felt breathless. He hated being talked about in front of others, and he hated the gazes of those idiots who thought they were hidden but were actually extremely obvious.

This made me even more angry at the culprit of the whole incident.

But...Zandik raised his hand expressionlessly.

There were thin calluses on the palms of her hands, where she had been kissed by Cheng Yan.

The skin on the back of the hand was smooth and had been kissed by Cheng Yan.

Every inch of exposed skin on the body seems to have memories of being touched by someone, overtly or covertly.

Zandik clicked his tongue in annoyance. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't do anything about Cheng Yan.

How can a normal person deal with a nymphomaniac? Every time Cheng Yan sees him, it's as if he has skin hunger. He seizes every opportunity to have physical contact with him, as if he would die if he doesn't touch him.

But he is now somewhat accustomed to Cheng Yan's service, and it seems that they have reached some kind of agreement between them. But if he is honest, Zandik is not resistant to Cheng Yan's touch.

Every moment he spent with Cheng Yan came to his mind, and the curve of Zandik's lips relaxed. He was indeed used to having such a person around him. Anyway, Cheng Yan listened to him enough now, and when he stopped listening, he could just get rid of him.

[Drip—Target Zandik’s favorability +3, current favorability 28]

The system's prompt sounded, but the tone had a strange tremor.

Sensing the target Zandik approaching the house, the system looked at his

There was a hint of sympathy in his gaze.

The systems that witnessed what Cheng Yan did felt that Cheng Yan's force was a bit too great this time, and the target, Zandik, might be left with a psychological trauma.

Zandik was unaware of what was going on inside the house and was standing at the door trying to open it with his key.

There were no signs that the door lock had been tampered with, and Zandik's expression relaxed a little after he entered the room.

I turned into the inner room and planned to tidy up and rest, but suddenly I remembered Cheng Yan's instructions that he would come to see me at night.

Zandik paused for a moment, then walked into the house.

He doesn't want to wait for someone to come specially. If he finds out, he will be very happy.

As soon as he stepped in, his attention was attracted by the obvious ups and downs of his bed.

Zandik approached expressionlessly, and pursed his lips after seeing the familiar tuft of black hair.

The next moment, he raised his hand and lifted the quilt off someone without hesitation, intending to give Cheng Yan a surprise attack with cold air.

The quilt was lifted and the scene on the bed came into view.

Zandik was silent.

The quilt in his hand felt hot, so he covered Cheng Yan with it expressionlessly. Then he turned around, walked out of the room hand and foot, and walked straight out the door into the cold wind. Only then did his mind become a little clearer.

It must be an illusion, Zandik thought.

Otherwise, why would there be a naked and tied-up person lying on his bed?

If you didn’t know, you would think it was a crime scene.

This room is no longer available.

Zandik's expression was colorful, his cheeks were slightly red, but his overall complexion was blue.

The expression is so wonderful that it makes people imagine a whole bloody and bizarre ethical story.

The people in the room seemed to have suddenly turned into a time bomb, capable of blowing themselves up to pieces without leaving a trace.

I really owe him.

Zandik took a few deep breaths before calming down, then turned around and walked back.

It always has to be faced, but before facing it, someone has to suffer a little.

Striding into the room, his red eyes fixed firmly on the heap on the bed, Zandik walked out with the momentum of a man heading for battle.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and said, “Pah!”

"Get up quickly!"