Chapter 317, Hobbies

“…What…is…so…good…about…this…thing?”

Zhuo couldn't help but ask Ling.

He pushed aside the table in the small living room and used the free space to exercise, while Zero was looking down at him.

The exams were over, and although the holidays had not yet arrived, it was still a relief, with a sense of relief. Zhuo had originally planned to use this time to go for a run somewhere a little further away, and occasionally to push himself, but unfortunately it snowed, so he had to exercise at home.

As a result, for some reason, he received Zero's attention.

Zero came over on his way to build muscle.

Perhaps it was because Zhuo usually went out to exercise and she had never seen a similar scene of herself, so Ling had been watching Zhuo intently since he discovered that Zhuo was exercising his muscles.

The gaze from Ling, who was sitting very close on the sofa, really made Zhuo feel awkward. He worked out his abdominal muscles while glancing at Ling, so Ling nodded quietly and replied.

"I really like to see Zhuo working hard, he's very handsome."

"This look, how... no matter how I think about it, this expression of working out so hard, is not handsome at all."

Zhuo was still exercising. Although he was not completely out of breath, his breathing was quite heavy. He did not think he looked very handsome, but Ling insisted, "It's really great..."

If a sweaty look is also called handsome, then this can only be the filter of love... Zhuo thought to himself. Now that things have come to this, Zhuo can relax and say that Ling likes him, and naturally he can use his own situation to infer Ling.

But then again, he also felt that if he had seen Ling's efforts in the past, whether he was sweating or not, Zhuo would have found it very attractive. In this respect, the two of them might be the same.

There was no need for Zhuo to deny Ling's idea on such a matter, so since she thought this look was good, then let it be so.

When he thought of this, he was about to shift his attention to muscle training, but he relaxed because of Ling's whisper, "Zhuo with a painful face is also good."

All of this was caused by his lover, the former princess, who gave him a puzzled look when he suddenly stopped.

"…So Zero actually has S interests?"

"Hmm? That's not what I meant. What I meant was that the way Zhuo endures it feels... a little tempting?"

"Then you should change your way of speaking to something that is not easily misunderstood... and your explanation is even worse!!!"

Fortunately, Zhuo understood him well, otherwise he would really think that Ling had a hobby in that area.

Ling, who had suffered misunderstanding, hugged the cushion that was always placed on the sofa. When Zhuo lay weakly on the cushion, she kept looking at Zhuo's face quietly, without any further explanation, as if she was thinking about something.

Hey! What are you thinking about at this time?

"I think Zhuo should be a little more self-aware. You look very attractive."

"No, this word has nothing to do with me."

Even if Zhuo was praised like this... from what Ling said, let's just say it was a compliment... Even if he was praised like this, for a boy, it was not a good thing at all, and he would not be happy. So Zhuo stubbornly refuted Ling.

"Yes, please have more confidence."

"Even if there is, it's only for you. It won't be there when others are watching!"

"…So Zhuo is planning to show it to someone other than me?"

Ling spoke to her calmly. Even so, Zhuo could still sense her dissatisfaction.

Zhuo could only smile bitterly and climb up, gently touching her hair. "Of course that's impossible. It's just that your statement is too shameful, and you keep saying it, so I want to deny it... But, since you insist on saying it, then I will take it as a compliment worthy of joy and accept it. Okay, let's skip this topic now."

Although she felt that Ling's habit was quite strange, since Ling thought it was good, she should just treat it as a good thing. Anyway, she should skip this topic and do the important thing - Zhuo convinced herself, then smiled and touched Ling's cheek with her fingers. Unexpectedly, her body shook violently.

"...You really have no self-awareness at all?"

"What kind of self-awareness?"

"That's the kind of self-awareness you should have at times like this."

Lingyong looked up at Zhuo with a timid look, then turned her eyes away as if in a sullen state, and as if to prevent Zhuo from seeing her expression, she put her head close to Zhuo's chest.

No matter how Zhuo said, "You smell of sweat! Ling? Your Highness the Princess? Miss Renata?" to try to get her to leave, she stayed buried in Zhuo's chest and leaned against his body for a long time.

Having said that, it was still quite long, and there was also a conversation between the two of them.

"wash."

"……Uh-huh?"

"I have been noticing your recent efforts, and I am very happy to see the results of your hard work."

"……Um."

"But...it's enough."

"What do you mean by enough?"

"Zhuo is already good enough. And since that day, Zhuo has been too good without any scruples, so you don't have to work so hard."

"Even if you say so, I can't feel it—"

"This kind of washing only makes my heart beat faster."

“…Uh, uh, um…”

Zhuo mumbled meaningless syllables and did not utter complete words.

Even if Ling said so, from the beginning, Ling did not meet Zhuo's eyes. Zhuo could not see her expression, let alone feel her heartbeat. Or rather, this was exactly what Ling wanted, to prevent him from seeing her current appearance.

On the contrary, Zhuo knew that his heart was beating fast because of Ling. Now Zhuo's heartbeat was the same as Ling's, or even faster than hers.

Zhuo was alone and close to his lover at night, and he would have thoughts that Ling would never have. This alone was enough to make Zhuo unable to calm down.

What's more, Zero suddenly came up to me.

So no matter what, Zhuo's heart rate would never lose to hers.

Although these words were not explicitly stated, Zero's hearing should not be a problem.

really.

Ling's cheek was pressed against Zhuo's chest, and she must have buried her face on purpose to prevent Zhuo from seeing her expression at the moment. Then, she seemed to hear Zhuo's heartbeat and blinked repeatedly in a slightly surprised manner.

Feeling that Ling had understood what he meant, Zhuo put his hands on Ling's shoulders and tried to push her away. But Ling continued to lean on Zhuo and had no intention of getting up.

(End of this chapter)