Chapter 264: It must be very hard

"To make it easier for me to touch you, lie down with your head."

"Uh, you...is there something wrong with this?"

This proposal was obviously wrong! Zhuo was offline for a moment and then shook his head to refuse, while Ling looked at him quietly.

Zhuo didn't know why Ling suddenly mentioned this. In short, it was very confusing and he fell into confusion for a while.

In fact, Zhuo had enjoyed the legendary knee pillow before, in fact, for example, during the lunch break in the courtyard... But those were random actions without purpose. Just like when you are thirsty, you need to unscrew the cap to drink a drink, it happened naturally. The key point is to drink the drink when you are thirsty, not to unscrew the bottle cap.

The situation this time was different, very different! So different that... Zhuo suddenly felt that he had misunderstood Lu Mingze. In fact, Lu Mingze had secretly worked on Ling's thoughts during this period of time, and then waited for him to bring the betrothal gifts to take her back... Ling's behavior this time was not a spontaneous and unconscious one, her purpose was too strong!

Ling, who brought up this matter, was particularly calm, which made Zhuo even more confused.

"Are you dissatisfied with my thighs?"

"That's not what I meant..."

Ling looked at him quietly and asked, but Zhuo still shook his head but did not move.

Resting your head on a beautiful girl's thigh, also known as the legendary knee pillow, is generally a popular and ambiguous development in anime. It is no exaggeration to say that it is pie in the sky.

But whether you can agree to it according to your mood and desire is another matter.

If it was a year ago, let alone sleeping with Ling's thigh as a pillow, even if he was caught waking up in the same bed with Ling, Zhuo could calmly say that he was a gentleman and had no ulterior motives - now... he no longer has that frankness. He would probably grow up overnight, and he would not be able to get out of bed in the morning due to extreme overwork... As for who couldn't get up, it was difficult to determine without actual inspection.

Furthermore, knee pillows are not that good. It’s nice to use a beautiful girl’s thigh as a pillow, but as soon as you open your eyes, you’ll meet her eyes, which is very embarrassing.

What's more, Zhuo is no longer the boy who could face Zero frankly. If his body had any disobedient reaction while he was resting his head on his thighs, Zhuo would probably be embarrassed to death.

Zhuo's thoughts drifted further and further away.

"Okay, come on over here."

"Forget it..."

"wash."

"……Um."

Zhuo was about to refuse on the grounds that he was very sleepy and needed to rest, but when he heard Ling call out his name for the first time, he no longer had the strength to resist.

This is probably the legendary aura and pressure that is invisible to the naked eye, or it might be something like Conqueror's Haki.

In short, Ling once again showed her stubborn or obstinate side, without the slightest intention of giving in - using the aura or domineering Haki that she had hidden for a long time, she easily defeated Zhuo's resistance. She patted her thigh through the white loose nightgown, indicating that Zhuo could lie down.

Zhuo Da thought to himself that it was fortunate that Ling usually dressed simply. If he was like Jude Mai just now, wearing a nightgown that was short to the thighs...

Zhuo hesitated and laid his head on Ling's thighs - when he opened his eyes, he saw an M-shaped arc that was not visible on normal days.

After crossing the hill, I awkwardly made eye contact with the person involved.

Come to think of it, even if the things that Rei usually hides are amazing when they are revealed, they are still not significant enough... If it were Eri or Yurina, they would definitely not realize that I was peeking.

"Close your eyes."

"Why." Zhuo blinked innocently, thinking to himself, it was you who asked me to come up, and now you want me to go down the mountain. Don't I have a temper?

"Because I was thinking about something very rude."

“ka mi sa ma.”

"It's not God, it's your eyes that don't lie."

"Is that so..." Zhuo expressed his understanding, then closed his eyes as requested.

Without vision, the body's other senses are immediately magnified.

Behind his head, he felt just the right amount of softness and elasticity. The slender legs had no excess fat, and they were soft in a way that only girls can, firmly supporting Zhuo's head, as if to say that Zhuo's weight would not crush her. Whether it was the perfect height, the faint fragrance emanating from Ling's body, or the pleasant questions, they all weakened Zhuo's resistance in another sense.

Then, at some point, there appeared hands gently caressing both sides of Zhuo's cheeks, and all the strength in Zhuo's body was removed.

People without great ambitions might think that dying like this would be a good idea.

Die in the land of gentleness.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Ling asked suddenly.

"Nothing special." Zhuo closed his eyes comfortably and answered weakly.

"I would like to know."

"..." Zhuo paused and summed it up in his mind, "Every sentence has your name, and every word is full of greed, anger, and ignorance."

"That's something you can't do. You don't have the courage or the spirit."

Ever since Zhuo and Ling became familiar with each other, he was rarely hurt by this girl's straightforwardness. That should be the result of Ling's usual restrained attention.

Hearing it again after a long time, Zhuo was no longer as hurt as he was before...but this statement still made him very unhappy.

"If I really did something like that, what would you do..."

Zhuo muttered in a cold tone. This was his little resistance. Then, he heard a laugh.

Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at Ling, who still had the familiar poker face and no expression.

"What? Don't underestimate me. I'm very powerful now."

He is now a master of all trades, so awesome.

"Then do you want to give it a try?" Ling looked down at him and said.

"..."

Two seconds later, Zhuo turned his face away.

Although I don't know whether what Ling meant by "try" was to try to do something bad or to see who is more powerful - considering the actual situation, no matter which one it is, in order not to make Zero hate him, Zhuo really can't do it. In this way, it seems that Ling is not wrong.

"If you don't have the guts, then don't have the guts. Just take a good rest. If you behave well, it will be easier for me to touch you."

Ling murmured softly, sliding his white fingers across his forehead under the bangs.

Zhuo pursed his lips and had nothing to say.

...It should be considered a consolation.

Zhuo moved his body so that his back was facing Ling and he lay sideways on the sofa.

Ling, whose thighs were pressed by him, didn't care. After he calmed down, he raised his hands and put them on his face again, gently stroking it with a comfortable and gentle method.

Where Zhuo couldn't see, Ling stared at his deep blue eyes in a trance.

"It must be very hard."

"..."

No one responded to Zero's words which seemed to be spoken to himself.

It was not until the automatic sensor in the living room no longer sensed the vibration and turned off the ceiling light in the room, and the surroundings fell into darkness, that a small sound of talking in a dream was heard.

"It's not hard."

(End of this chapter)