How To Fall In Love With The Villain Chapter 44

*Correction: For the 300 odd people who read through the introduction to this project, I mentioned that I'd be wrapping up this project in time for New Year's (it's currently December 9, 2018). As this is obviously not realistic anymore, I would like to retract that statement. I don't want to put a date on when I'll be done with this, but I do know I'll try to update regularly. Thanks, and XOXO to all of you!

And, because I was looking for an inspiring quote, here we are:

"...the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping...something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene... "

- the city Chloe, from Italo Calvino's beautiful, wonderful, fantastical, absolutely amazing book

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Evolution of The Puppy Seme XV

"You, you . . . what are you doing?! Don't you have any manners? " Dong Qingzhan rebuked.

Of course, if it weren't for his red ears and too-high voice, this sentence would have been a pretty effective scolding.

Duan Jingzhe didn't even seem to hear what he had said, but only looked at him with a pair of bright eyes.

Being gazed at by that pair of bright black eyes, Dong Qingzhan felt his heart get a little itchy, and his whole body seemed to be giving off steam.

"Can I eat now?" Duan Jingzhe waited a long time for Dong Qingzhan to respond and finally could not help asking him. His bright black eyes were full of hope.

Dong Qingzhan was just about to rebuke him when he saw Duan Jingzhe's wet eyes. The words shriveled in his mouth.

"If you want to eat, then eat, don't waste your breath on so much nonsense!" Dong Qingzhan said with an unnatural look on his face and turned away, feeling that the room was suddenly very hot.

As soon as Duan Jingzhe heard this, his eyes curved with delight. His whole body immediately emitted a different aura. It was so dazzling that Dong Qingzhan's heart involuntarily gave a leap.

Dong Qingzhan brought his hands to his hot cheeks in an effort to conceal them, looking anywhere but at Duang Jingzhe. "You're . . . you're really a lost cause! You don't have any manners at all! "

But Duan Jingzhe ran over the excited Dong Qingzhan and kissed his cheek.

The feeling of his moist, soft lips on Dong Qingzhan's face made him burn up. He averted his eyes. "You, you heathen!"

Dong Qingzhan subconsciously touched the place he was kissed, where it was especially hot. His face was fire engine red, and he couldn't swallow properly.

When Dong Qingzhan finally came to himself, Duan Jingzhe had already finished the dishes on the table and was stroking his stomach on the sofa, his face full of happiness.

Dong Qingzhan looked at Duan Jingzhe's face, which seemed to s.h.i.+ne. His own face became a little warm. After a while, he suddenly glared and roared, "Why did you eat it all? I haven't eaten yet!"

Duan Jingzhe looked at him blankly for a moment, and his face slowly turned crimson.

Dong Qingzhan stared at the slight red face and felt unexplainably hot-tempered.

Dong Qingzhan was just about to blow up when that red-faced peasant scooted closer, his eyes flickering for a moment before his lips were on Dong Qingzhan's.

Dong Qingzhan's brain went "boom", (and a mushroom cloud appeared over him as his brains splattered everywhere*), and he unconsciously trapped Duan Jingzhe in his arms.

(*Ok, so the mushroom cloud is not in the original, unfortunately, but that imagery! Can you picture it? ;P)

His hot and damp touch seemed to touch his heart as well.

He didn't want to let the feeling disappear at all.

He instinctively stretched out a hand onto Duan Jingzhe's head, pressing down and grinding on the soft and wet lips. After a long time, the anxious thirst in his heart slowly lessened. Dong Qingzhan slowed his movements down, holding the lips that were red as blood now captive with his own and gently licking.

He patiently outlined the full, luscious lips.

The soft and warm feeling made Dong Qingzhan unbearably happy. It was so beautiful that he couldn't help but indulge and wish to maintain doing it.

But the man in the arms did not cooperate and struggled to escape from Dong Qingzhan's arms.

Dong Qingzhan's eyes darkened. In a blink, his tender gestures were gone. With the tip of his tongue, he separated the lips he had spent so much time painting, his tongue instead sweeping over white teeth.

Feeling the trembling body underneath him, Dong Qingzhan became more mesmerized. He bit down on the lower lip, and the other person could not help but gasp slightly at the pain. Dong Qingzhan increased the pressure of his hand on Duan Jingzhe's head, his wet and l.u.s.trous tongue slamming into the other's mouth.

Dong Qingzhan felt like he was addicted to this hot and humid heat.

His tongue hooked Duan Jingzhe's tongue, stopping its retreat, and advanced strongly, step by step.

It was a dance of two, twirling around each other in an intricate dance.

Just as Dong Qingzhan had gotten totally engrossed in it, suddenly there came a loud, whistle-like gust of wind.

Dong Qingzhan scowled.

He quickly pressed Duan Jingzhe's head to his chest, and then swirled around, and then kicked the stool nearby toward the sound of the whistling with crazy strength.

However, the other person was agile and quick, and there was only the sound of the stool hitting the door.

When Dong Qingzhan saw the figure, he could not help but grit his teeth.

"Dong. Hao. Yang." Dong Qingzhan squeezed each word out from between his teeth in a voice made of shards of ice.

Dong Haoyang ambiguously lifted his eyebrow, his expression one of a spectator watching a play.

Dong Qingzhan felt like he was about to fly into a rage, he really wanted to take a fist to that insolent face!

But with the man in his arms, Dong Qingzhan could only stand there and grind his teeth.

After figuring out what had been going on, Dong Haoyang winked encouragingly at Dong Qingzhan.

Dong Qingzhan's anger rose.

"I'm just here to remind my late student to go to my office." Dong Haoyang's peach blossom eyes twinked unreadably. "Well, or you could continue. I can move the cla.s.s to tomorrow."

Before Dong Qingzhan could get angry, Dong Haoyang had disappeared again.

His strange laughter could be heard from far away.

Dong Qingzhan narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Sooner or later he will teach his so-called older brother a lesson!

As Dong Qingzhan was gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth, the person in his arms had struggled out.

Hi, cheeks were red, and his eyes were wet.

...... And his lips were still bright red and delicious.

Dong Qingzhan's nose and face suddenly became very hot, and the hot feeling suddenly rushed up in him.

He swallowed a mouthful of water to moisten his dry throat, which felt as if it would start to burn at any second.

Dong Qingzhan resisted the impulse to press the person back into his arms with great difficulty.

Tilting his head slightly, Dong Qingzhan said arrogantly, unable to conceal the joy in his eyes, "I know you love me. Although I am not so sure I love such a peasant like you that much, I can put up with it."

Dong Qingzhan looked at the poor boy, who had not quite recovered his senses yet, and forced himself not to smile. "In the future, you'll be my wife!"

"Although it doesn't matter if you disagree or not, I'm polite, so I'll ask for your opinion. If you agree, give a nod."

Duan Jingzhe still hadn't recovered yet. He looked at Dong Qingzhan with misty, blank eyes.

The corners of Dong Qingzhan's mouth curled up. He placed his hand on Duan Jingzhe's soft head, and pressed down slightly, making him nod his head.

Watching Duan Jingzhe's head nod, Dong Qingzhan couldn't stop his laughter. He coughed to hide his joy and put a serious expression. "Since you nodded, then you'll be my wife! When we go back to the s.h.i.+p, we'll have a wedding!"

"Well, since I'm your husband, I have to be responsible for you. In order for you to finish your studies, you still had better go to that d.a.m.n Dong Haoyang's cla.s.s now."

Dong Qingzhan put on a blank face, and turned Duan Jingzhe around, and pushed him forward two steps.

And Duan Jingzhe nodded subconsciously, slowly moving towards the door.

Looking at his back, Dong Qingzhan's heart itched again. Finally, unable to stand it, he pulled the man back, kissing his wet red lip deeply, and then, still not satisfied, rubbed his lips a few times.

Still desiring very much to continue, the two people reluctantly parted.

Dong Qingzhan disccontentedly licked his lips. After thinking for a while, his eyes brightened. They still had tons of time in the evening! Dong Qingzhan entered the bedroom somewhat impatiently, putting the two single beds together.

He couldn't wait for evening to arrive.

"Professor Zhang!"

" Oh, Xiao w.a.n.g*, you're back!" Professor Zhang greeted the young teacher somewhat absent-mindedly. Xiao Wu had gone to the students' management department to check again but hadn't found anything new. Professor Zhang was somewhat anxious.

(*小[xiao] before a name is just a diminutive that older/respected people use to call younger/subordinate people. And Xiao Wu is his a.s.sistant. )

When Mr. w.a.n.g saw Professor Zhang's expression, he laughed. "Professor Zhang, look at your present appearance. It screams "absent-minded". Is it because there's a genius in the academy?"

Professor Zhang was now very sensitive to the word genius. As soon as he heard the word, he jumped. "What genius?" How do you know?"

Mr. w.a.n.g laughed. "During the theoretical exam, I was proctoring, so how could I not know? Anyhow, the student is really something! He actually earned full marks on that difficult theoretical examination. Without even knowing anything else about him, his memory and diligence would throw other students on the streets. I wanted to tell you at that time, but later I realized that such a clever student would definitely perform well without me, so I didn't bother to disturb you."

As Teacher w.a.n.g continued to talk, Professor Zhang's face became darker and darker.

"You always pay special attention to those students who get very high test scores in theoretical knowledge, and this one's got full scores, so you must be really happy." Mr. w.a.n.g did not see Professor Zhang's expression, and smiled and said, "Now the student must have become your disciple. What do you think of him?"

He thought that Professor Zhang would be happy to answer, but who would have known that it would bring on such a painful hail of insults and criticism that he was stunned by the intensity.

"Who let you make your own decision and not tell me! I haven't heard of a student with a theoretical test full score at all! "