570: 9.40 Admit It

9.40 Admit It

Cw: mild sexual description1

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Oh goodness… how could he react like this to Lu Yizhou's voice?!

Professor Zhao's cheeks burned at his own shameful reaction. Even when those voice was hoarse to the point of gravelly, Zhao Bolin still thought that it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. It sounded very devilish, with a hint of teasing and something else… something dark and dangerous. Professor Zhao's ears tingled and for the first time, he understood what it meant by 'voice which can make your ears pregnant'...

A hot touch landed on his chin, forcing him to raise his gaze. "I am asking you a question." Lu Yizhou said darkly. "You still dare to get distracted at a time like this?"

"N–No…!" Professor Zhao tried to pull up his most placating expression. "Let go first, okay? There's no need to get so violent. We are all reasonable and civil people here…" Unfortunately, Lu Yizhou had been fed with this sweet poison so many times that he had become numb toward it. He let out a cold harrumph. Upon seeing that it did not work, Professor Zhao gritted his teeth and stepped up his game. He pursed his lips and made his voice quiver slightly. "You're hurting my wrists…"

Lu Yizhou sneered, enjoying the show Zhao Bolin gave him. 

After being with Zhao Bolin for a few weeks, he had already learned to control his strength for fear that he would accidentally hurt his lover. Right now, he had not even used one tenth of his strength so how could he hurt him? Moreover, he had been trapped by this pitiful act so many times! Did Zhao Bolin think that he was stupid to fall into it again?!

He leaned down to stare into Zhao Bolin's eyes, "If I want to hurt you…" he lowered his voice, almost in a purr. The tip of his nose brushed against Zhao Bolin's jaws, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from him. "...I would have bitten into your beautiful neck since day one. Why should I wait until now?"

Professor Zhao's face flushed even deeper as he tried to shrink his neck as if he could escape from Lu Yizhou's ravenous eyes this way. "You still have a fever…" He batted his lashes and tried to sell meng again.

Lu Yizhou was so angry that he laughed. It seemed like this person would not give up until he was taught a lesson! "Whose fault do you think it is?" To prevent Professor Zhao from coming up with another trick again, he swiftly grabbed Zhao Bolin's white coat, tied his wrists above his head and secured the other end to the nearest faucet. His movement was so quick and professional that Zhao Bolin was not given any time to react. By the time he came to his senses, he was already bound so tight that he could not move.

Professor Zhao finally dropped the act and hollered in rage, "Lu Yizhou!"

Lu Yizhou replied lazily, "Here."

"You… You…" Zhao Bolin sputtered, unable to form a coherent string of words. Lu Yizhou would not fall for his tricks again. This time, he was truly at the other's mercy!

The rebellious Zombie Lu really wanted to teach this professor a lesson and was unwilling to wait for his speech. So as Zhao Bolin was still choking over his words, Lu Yizhou leisurely reached out to undo the top button of his shirt. The crisp sound pierced through the air, shifting the tense atmosphere into something more. 

Dazed, Professor Zhao looked down at Lu Yizhou's long and slender fingers before he realized what kind of atrocious thing those fingers were doing to him right now! A hint of panic flashed through his eyes as he squirmed around. "Don't—!" 

Alas, his sudden movement only caused their bodies to rub against each other. They froze at the same time.

Zhao Bolin's face was so red it was practically dripping blood. Heavens, Lu Yizhou knew…! Even if he did not know earlier, he definitely knew now! The rage, shame and humiliation flowed into a pool of hot tears on the corner of his eyes. Despite that, he still glared up at the zombie defiantly. "It's you…! You released your hormones again!"

"...Hormone your ass!" Lu Yizhou let out a cold laugh filled with unrestrained anger. 

The feeling of finally being able to vent his frustration was so gratifying that he was refreshed all over. He had long been speechless when he heard Zhao Bolin's theory but because he could not speak at that time, he had no choice but to endure the baseless accusation in silence.

Now though, it was time for revenge! 

After he undid the top three buttons of Professor Zhao's neat dress shirt, he simply tore his collar aside impatiently, revealing a large patch of pale unblemished skin. Then he swung his leg over so that he was straddling the other man, and the position only made their bodies line up even more ambiguously. There was no escaping it now. Every minute detail, every subtle change, all of them was faithfully perceived by the other party. 

Staring coldly at the flustered man below him, he slipped one hand between their bodies to palm Zhao Bolin's swelling erection. "What is this?" He sneered with a touch of ridicule on the corner of his lips. "All your mouth can say is 'no' but your body is so honest, huh?"

Zhao Bolin's eyes flew wide and he could not breath for a moment. This… This was the first time that someone had touched that intimate place of his and oh Lord… it was so hot! Encased in that hot palm, shivers crawled up his spine. He threw his head back and kicked his legs to no avail. "No…!" He rasped desperately. "I don't want… It's you! It's your hormone influencing me!"

"Shut up!" Lu Yizhou rebuked him mercilessly. He leaned down, hot breath fanning across the fragile column of Zhao Bolin's throat. He seethed in a low voice. "From the start, I have not released any hormone whatsoever. Wake up, Zhao Bolin. It's all your own desire." Lu Yizhou inhaled deeply and grazed his nose along his pale, sweaty skin. He then let out a soft exhale and his voice suddenly softened, dripping with thick honey cast by warm sunlight. "Admit it, sweetheart… you're reacting to me."

That sudden endearment, coupled with his restrained position and the building pleasure on his cock was too much for Zhao Bolin to handle. Tears slipped from the corner of his eyes and his mind went utterly blank. He could only rely on his instinct to protect himself; to protect the armor around his fragile heart that was on the verge of collapsing. "No…" he whispered in denial. "You're lying! You're lying to me…!"

Lu Yizhou laughed again, angry yet amused at the same time. The melodious sound was so close to Zhao Bolin's ears that he could not resist another shiver running down his spine. His lips parted in a soundless gasp when a scorching, gentle touch landed on the side of his neck. 

Lu Yizhou's lips, his mind supplied unhelpfully.

"Then don't blame me for this, okay?" His words akin to sharp needles concealed by soft silk, and in the next second, Lu Yizhou opened his mouth and bit down on his fragile jugular.

A scream tore out of Zhao Bolin's lips.

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