Chapter 391, Before going to bed on the sofa
"...Zhuo, you won't be kneeling on the sofa all the time, will you?"

Zhuo remained sitting on his knees until Ling came back. Ling came back from behind the sofa and expressed confusion at Zhuo's posture.

Zhuo didn't know what the consequences would be if he looked directly at her... Honestly, in terms of "ignoring the people around him", although Ling was not as good as Eri who took off her miko clothes in front of him, her behavior of deliberately walking two steps around behind the sofa to change clothes was not much better. Because the rustling sound alone was enough to make him feel uneasy, he didn't look at her now. However, Ling took the initiative to get into his field of vision, and even got close to him.

Just as agreed, Ling was wearing a white nightgown, and this look made Zhuo's eyes waver.

As expected, her good figure makes people wonder where to look. Although there is no ravine on her chest like in the anime plot, the suspender nightgown itself divides the layers from below the chest, and the shadow below the neck is just right, emphasizing that what is contained is real.

A pure white nightgown is difficult for most people to pull off, but it is nothing compared to Zero's own skin color.

The fabric of the nightgown was not transparent, so the body lines could not be seen. However, since Zhuo Ben knew something about it, his male instinct made him have bad thoughts.

Perhaps Ling still had some conscience. Even though he stood very close to Zhuo with his white legs, he did not bend down intentionally so as not to make people turn their backs on him - but it was still so stimulating that it was difficult for people to look directly at him.

In fact, the intimate contact in the swimsuit revealed more, but now this homely look combined with the delicate and seductive nightgown is even more intense, launching a fierce attack on conscience and reason.

“…Um.”

"You can lie down and wait."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Why do you feel that way..."

It's too hard to lie down and wait in the place where the girls change clothes a few meters away. It's not that I hate it, it's probably quite enjoyable, but considering what's going to happen next, it's better to keep a rational health bar.

Ling made a sound that sounded both embarrassed and helpless, then reached out for Zhuo's cheek, and placed his slightly cool white palm against the side of his cheek.

“…Does it look good?”

"It looks good."

"You can tell without even looking. Can you please look at me?"

After hearing this, Zhuo looked at Ling cautiously, then widened his eyes.

Ling had already bent over and looked up at Zhuo. Her snow-white skin had a hint of pink, revealing from the inside out that the expressionless owner herself also had shameful things to do.

As soon as their eyes met, Ling lowered his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and ran away... Then he climbed onto the sofa on one knee and pressed his body against Zhuo's.

"…It's not that I don't have feelings. I'm also trying very hard to tease Zhuo."

"No, no, where did you read the word tease in a book? Forget it."

"But Zhuo, your birthday is coming soon, right?"

"Is there any connection between this and this?"

"Legal age for marriage?"

"This kind of thing should be taken to heart," Ling murmured softly with a bit of dissatisfaction, then climbed up the sofa with his other knee and pressed his entire body weight on Zhuo.

With his feet half numb, Zhuo couldn't catch Ling's impact... Maybe even at his best, Zhuo couldn't catch Ling who did it on purpose. Zhuo felt the decisiveness of the impact on his body, and thought so... and fell backwards.

Because of the soft sofa and cushions, Zhuo didn't suffer any extreme impact, but his back still hurt. He frowned, looked up at Ling, and then regretted it.

The clothes and posture were extremely bad. The beautiful scene in front of him was obviously not good to stare at. Zhuo avoided his sight, and Ling rode on him, staring at him straight.

Honestly speaking, Zhuo didn't mind being ridden on top. This girl was like an ant, very strong but light in weight. But considering the current location, he hoped to move her away as soon as possible.

However, Ling leaned down further and pressed himself tightly against Zhuo's chest, not looking like he could be pulled away.

"… Miss Zero, Ms. Renata? Could you please move aside for a moment?"

"..."

"I said..."

"…I know, I did it on purpose, don't worry."

"That's even worse!"

"We've already met each other anyway." Hearing Ling say this, Zhuo trembled and staggered to his feet. Ling, who was clinging to his chest, raised his head and looked at Zhuo.

"...Well, I think even if this is the case, the time and place aren't quite right...I mean, you don't have to force it."

"...Do you think I'm reluctant and forcing myself to do this?" Ling asked back calmly.

"Not really."

"...I didn't intend to do anything...I thought Zhuo would be happy this way. I want to do my best for you. I don't have any other thoughts...The best result is to make Zhuo unable to leave me."

"Then your goal has already been achieved!"

Ren once said something like “Zhuo doesn’t need me at all now.”

Zhuo's dependence on Ling is obvious. If he can't live without him, Ling would have done it long ago.

If he wants to be more dependent on her, there will be no room for improvement. Even if there is room for improvement, it will definitely develop into a desire to monopolize Ling. It's not that he thinks it's not okay, but Zhuo feels that it's not good. Zhuo doesn't want to restrict Ling and make her his appendage. Only a free-living Ling is what he wants. In addition, he must avoid losing control of his rationality.

"... Zhuo has started to take things easy recently, which is unfair. I've been thinking about the future, and even if Zhuo has his own plans, I hope to speed up the progress."

"This……"

“So, sometimes it’s necessary to let you know my hard work… filled with inner pain, distress, anxiety, yet comforting bitterness.”

As she whispered, Ling moved her lips closer to his. Her feelings were so strong that Zhuo felt happy and accepted Ling's kiss.

This time, it was a rare occasion that Ling came up to him, and Zhuo let her do whatever she wanted.

To be precise, if Zhuo didn't support his body with his hands, he might fall down, and any movement would bring very bad consequences, so he was unable to move; with his waist unstable and being treated like this by Ling, Zhuo was filled with shame and anxiety all over his body.

Ling had never done it before, so her movements were a little unfamiliar. But she was a mixed-blood with a strong learning ability. She kissed Zhuo's cheeks repeatedly, and watched Zhuo's anxious and embarrassed expression change quietly.

Her body temperature was getting higher and higher, which Zhuo could feel. His eyes became moist, and even her expressionless look seemed charming. Beauty really could do anything.

Seeing Zhuo's reaction, Ling seemed to be very satisfied and rubbed against Zhuo's chest and narrowed his eyes. Zhuo was almost going to collapse.

(End of this chapter)