Chapter 2 The Teasing Yandere Boy 2

Chapter 2: The Teasing, Obsessive Boy 2

Jiang Ran fluttered his lashes and lifted his gaze, noticing the young master's crimson lips move, and to his surprise, a flicker of timidity surfaced in his clear, moist eyes.

A moment later, he immediately furrowed his brows, puffed up his cheeks, and snapped, "Idiot! Can't you be more proactive?! You're so not cute."

"If you have no sense of romance at all, do you even want the money?!"

System: Whoa! Never knew this little immortal had scumbag potential.

System: "Keep going, host, you've got this. I believe in you. Uh... I'm gonna bounce!"

God knows how nervous Qiao Ling was right then.

After all, the one before him was a Supreme Deity of the Heavenly Court. If he ever remembered that he had humiliated him, then he would...

Just the thought of it made Qiao Ling tremble.

His heart hammered like a drum, and his palms, clenched around Jiang Ran's, were slick with nervous sweat. His clear, bright eyes stared hard at Jiang Ran, as if he were full of grievances toward him, but in reality, he was really worried.

He'd been mean to him—would Jiang Ran be really hurt?

He hoped he wouldn't be too upset; he really hadn't meant it.

But just as those jumbled thoughts were racing through Qiao Ling's mind, Jiang Ran suddenly turned obedient. He shoved Qiao Ling down onto the bed, and their positions were instantly swapped.

He looked at the young master before him, whose refined features carried a trace of surprise, and whose lucid, sparkling eyes could steal one's soul.

Jiang Ran proactively leaned in.

The young master had a faint, familiar scent, and once it hit his nose, it seemed to have the power to soothe the soul.

He couldn't help but be drawn closer, closer and closer, closer and closer...

Just as Jiang Ran was about to reach the young master's lips, the person beneath him suddenly shut his eyes and turned his head aside, and the kiss landed on the young master's soft, plump cheek instead.

Jiang Ran instinctively clenched his fist, his heart felt as if a feather had lightly brushed against it.

He watched the young master's earlobes gradually turn red, and his breathing grew ragged.

He flailed his hands a few times and pushed Jiang Ran away, saying, "Hmph! You've got no skill and no sense of romance. I don't feel like doing anything today. I'm going to bed!"

Just then, that damn system popped out of nowhere again and said, "Host, you need to sleep with him, and also mock him for not being gentle enough, and call him a loser who deserves to be broke!"

Qiao Ling: "..."

Is this really about torturing Jiang Ran, or torturing himself?

He was soft-hearted—Jiang Ran, Jiang Ran—just hearing that name already made him scared.

And now he had to keep asking for trouble?

He huffed over to the wardrobe and grabbed a bathrobe, then snapped at Jiang Ran, "You can only go shower after I come out. Now sit here and wait like a good boy. And you're not allowed to sleep even if you're tired!"

Qiao Ling turned and left after saying that, thinking, "That should be mean enough!"

Seeing this, Jiang Ran was left feeling completely bewildered.

He had a vague feeling the young master seemed different from before, suddenly turning all soft and cuddly.

As for "not allowed to sleep even when tired"—what kind of punishment was that?

Jiang Ran pushed aside his doubts and sat on the bed waiting for Qiao Ling to come out.

When Qiao Ling emerged from the bathroom, he walked straight over to the bed and sat down, then instructed Jiang Ran, "Hurry up and go take a shower. I don't want some dirty person sleeping next to me."

Jiang Ran pressed his lips together, thinking to himself that the "dirty" person had just kissed him a moment ago.

Jiang Ran watched the young master who had just come out of the bath, wrapped in a pristine white bathrobe, with slightly tousled black hair and a fair, delicate face flushed pink from the lingering steam, like a ripe, tempting peach waiting to be picked.

What exactly was this young master being so fussy about?

By the time Jiang Ran came out, Qiao Ling was already asleep.

He slept in a very proper position, hands tucked beneath his cheeks, breathing steadily, looking as docile and innocent as a defenseless little kitten.

Looking at the young master's sleeping visage, it was hard to imagine he could be so loud and domineering during the day.

Jiang Ran thought about the harmless scoldings he had given him, and his eyes gradually grew darker...

Was he really disgusted with him, or was he tempting him into sin?

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Early the next morning

When Qiao Ling woke up, Jiang Ran was sleeping right next to him.

He mumbled sleepily, "Morning."

Then he stretched, rolled over, and closed his eyes again.

But three seconds later, he suddenly remembered his role and bolted upright.

Jiang Ran heard the young master say "good morning" in a soft, sleepy voice and was taken aback for a moment.

What people do when they're not fully aware often reflects their true feelings.

This gave Jiang Ran the feeling that the young master didn't actually hate him.

At that moment, Qiao Ling also noticed the atmosphere was too quiet and inwardly scolded himself for his slip-up.

He quickly turned his head and shot Jiang Ran a glare. "What are you staring at me for? Hurry up and make me breakfast. We're gonna be late for school!"

Jiang Ran was taken aback for a moment, thinking, so when he said he'd fulfill all his wishes... this was what he meant.

He climbed out of bed and answered, "Yes, young master." Then he went to wash up and make breakfast.

Although Qiao Ling had moved out on his own back in college, whenever he needed anything, his family would never fail to send servants to take care of him.

Why would he ask him, someone who wasn't even a good cook, to make him breakfast?

And anyway...

Whether Qiao Ling went to school or not depended on his mood. Would he really wolf down breakfast just to avoid being late?

Jiang Ran found it strange just thinking about it.

Qiao Ling felt that if he kept treating Jiang Ran so badly, he'd go crazy.

He pulled a notebook out of the drawer and wrote down the date and time.

"First day of bullying Jiang Ran, boo-hoo-hoo, my heart is so sad. I hope Jiang Ran can understand that I'm not doing this to bully him on purpose. It's for his own good, so I have to do this! Sorry, Jiang Ran!"

After writing this, Qiao Ling felt a bit better. He put the notebook back in the drawer and then washed up and headed downstairs.

Jiang Ran's breakfast was simple: a sandwich and hot milk.

Qiao Ling wasn't a picky eater, so he ate a bit and then said, "Here are the car keys. You drive today."

Speaking of which, the original owner of this body was a real piece of work. To make it easier to boss Jiang Ran around, he had previously forced him to drive on the road.

At one point, Jiang Ran nearly caused a traffic accident because he wasn't skilled yet.

Later, Qiao Ling sent Jiang Ran to driving school, and only then could Jiang Ran finally drive on the road.

This young master, when he got reckless, not only didn't care about others' lives, but didn't even consider his own safety.

Jiang Ran didn't refuse and replied calmly, "Yes, young master."

Jiang Ran grew even more confused.

The sandwich he made didn't taste good. He remembered that a few days ago, when a servant at home slightly overcooked the fried eggs, Qiao Ling fired them on the spot.

And his cooking skills couldn't even be compared to that fired servant's.

Now the young master wasn't even being picky about food anymore?