Chapter 320: As if Transparent
"I think Zero should pay more attention."

"What are you focusing on?"

"yourself."

"…Do you think I don't take good care of myself?"

"Of course that's not what I meant. What I meant was—"

"It's because I like Zhuo that I want to follow Zhuo's likes, so I can't control my thoughts."

"Well--"

"Or do you want to see me show no reaction at this time? Is that better?"

"Stop, stop, I know I'm wrong. You said that even though you knew you didn't mean it..."

"...Zhuo is the same. He knows that I can't even speak a word to others, but he still says that."

"I'm sorry I was wrong."

Zhuo had thought that Ling might have deliberately seduced him because she knew that he would never make a move. But the honest Ling would never do such a thing. In other words, what Ling said was her true thoughts and feelings, so it was so touching. This was even more terrifying.

Perhaps she noticed that Zhuo was trying hard to endure it, so Ling no longer hid her face. She looked up at Zhuo with the same clear eyes as before.

“You don’t have to be patient.”

"Don't add fuel to the fire at a time like this - damn it."

"I do trust Zhuo. But seeing you struggling like this actually makes me feel good, and warm inside..."

"Zero, you really do have that kind of interest, don't you?"

“It’s the feeling of knowing you’re loved.”

Hearing Ling's usual calm tone mixed with gentle sweetness, Zhuo couldn't help but stare at Ling's face, only to see her looking up at him. "Although I have been to many places and met many people, I know that it is rare to find someone like Zhuo who thinks seriously for the other person and respects the other person's ideas. So knowing that you are in pain and entangled but still enduring it is a manifestation of respect for me, which is why I feel this way."

Precisely because he values ​​Ling so much, he doesn't want to do anything she doesn't want to do, and he doesn't want to fall hastily to the last step - Zhuo's feelings were clearly conveyed to Ling. Under this premise, Ling still hopes that Zhuo can ask for something from him.

I don't know if this is the influence of Zero's long-term "to become a useful person" or her own will. Anyway, this is Zero now. She feels happy when she sees Zhuo's tangled expression when he respects her and endures; at the same time, she hopes that Zhuo can ask for something from her.

Looking at Zhuo who was speechless for a moment, Ling gently pulled out one arm and stroked his cheek again.

"I really think it's great to like Zhuo."

Although Ling's face still couldn't show any expression, his deep blue eyes were full of ripples as if he was about to cry, and he looked at Zhuo wholeheartedly. Zhuo couldn't bear it any longer - he pressed his lips on Ling's soft, smooth and white cheek.

Zhuo felt that cheek, which was much smoother and softer than his own, and poured all his love into it - despite saying so, he still kissed it very lightly.

It was originally just an unexpected and uncontrollable action, but what was unexpected was that on the cheek that was originally as white as ice and snow, a blush gradually spread out, centered on the place where the kiss was received.

"Uh... that's okay, I just kissed her on the cheek."

He kissed her face on impulse, and the place he kissed turned red as if it had an allergic reaction. Zhuo regretted it only now. Could there be any bloody development of physical incompatibility between the two of them? After he finished speaking, Ling's frozen cheek finally moved, and with a speed that Zhuo could see the afterimage, it hit his chest with a "dong". Hiding himself.

“…I don’t think this question should be asked after you’ve done it.”

"Um... I really couldn't help it. I'm sorry for taking the initiative—"

"That's not it. How could I hate what Zhuo did to me? Although I told Zhuo not to do weird things to my shoes, I wouldn't be really angry if Zhuo really did that."

Because she buried her nose in her chest, her voice sounded muffled, as if she had buried her nose as well. Having said this, Ling slowly raised her head as if to prove her words, then sat up straight, looked at Zhuo for a moment, and then lowered her eyes. Then, she gently put her lips on Zhuo's cheek. Then she leaned close to Zhuo's ear, who was also frozen.

"Why would I hate Zhuo's kiss?"

“I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die—Ahhhhhh—”

What is this? Is this a contrast, or is the impact of true feelings so strong that it is really terrible.

Zhuo was rolling around in his heart, and at the same time, in order to relieve the itch in his heart, he kissed the soft and white cheek again.

Then, Zhuo forced the desires circling in his heart into the cage of reason, and simply hugged Ling's petite body again to enjoy her adorable appearance.

"Well, that's all for today. No more kisses."

"No? Okay."

"I can't control myself anymore. I've reached my limit. I know this is embarrassing."

“…I can feel it without you having to say it.”

"Well - stop talking, stop talking..."

Zhuo didn't want to let his instincts control his actions, and he didn't want to do things right away, but there were always some things that he couldn't suppress.

Now he was hugging and enjoying Zero's soft and petite body, also because of this impulse.

Despite this, Ling, who knew all these things, had no inclination to resist. Rather, it could be said that it was because she knew Zhuo's impulse that she sat so obediently in Zhuo's arms and let him do whatever he wanted.

Zhuo could predict that if Ling said so, she would probably go straight to the last step and she would not stop him. But because Zhuo wanted to cherish Ling in the future, he could not allow himself to continue.

Instead, to accommodate the helpless impulse, he loosened the shackles a little.

Zhuo sniffed the inexplicable sweet scent on Ling's body, which was even stronger now, and slowly put his lips against Ling's neck.

The slender neck seemed to be almost transparent, so white that you could see the blood vessels inside. Just by brushing his lips over, Ling's petite body trembled slightly. But she did not dodge or push away, but just grabbed Zhuo's upper arm and trembled slightly, as if she felt itchy.

His lips slowly slid across, and when they reached the side of the hairline behind Ling's neck, Zhuo inhaled the inexplicable breath into his nose, and then bit it gently. Of course, he didn't use force like he was sucking blood.

However, with just a light touch, Ling's body tensed up all of a sudden. But she didn't move, or rather, she seemed to have become a piece of frozen wood, tightly holding Zhuo's arm, tacitly agreeing to Zhuo's actions.

Another look that Zhuo had never seen before almost knocked Zhuo's rationality away. In order to control himself, Zhuo finally took a light breath on the part of his neck that could be covered by his school uniform.

Looking at the only spot of color on the snow-white skin, Zhuo felt guilt, love, excitement, and a slight sense of superiority and conquest.

Fortunately, Zhuo has a clear understanding of himself. He is just an ordinary, shallow person.

Zhuo raised his head and saw Ling's tense little face with her teeth clenched tightly, as if she had just fought desperately with someone. Then she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with hazy eyes - but she seemed to have no awareness of it, and still faced him with a calm expression, completely unaware of what his eyes were like now.

"It's clear that you don't need to ask for my opinion this time."

Even her calm words seemed weak, and her deliberately tense face seemed a bit too tense.

Zhuo wanted to laugh out loud.

She tilted her head and looked at Zhuo with a puzzled look on her face.

Zhuo tried hard to resist the urge to pick her up and bring her to the room. He said "I'm going to die" and, careful not to suck on her again, buried his face in Ling's neck again.

(End of this chapter)