MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 34 Insatiable

Yan Ci was still frowning with a slightly downcast look, but upon hearing this, his gaze deepened a little bit, and his jet-black pupils looked straight at the past like an opaque deep pool.

After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his voice was soft.

"Really let me touch?"

Xia Zhinian's face became hot, and the tips of his ears spread a seductive crimson color. He looked away, the hair on the top of his head pouted, and stammered, "Didn't you say you, you are uncomfortable."

In any case, he was stabbed for saving him.

Yan Ci smiled, his eyes overflowed with the excitement of the prey being caught, but he held back, smiled gracefully, and his voice was low.

"I'm uncomfortable, so you...let me touch it?"

"Huh? Look at me."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?!"

The roots of Xia Zhinian's ears were hot, her crimson color spread all the way, she was clutching the corner of her clothes, her heart was beating so fast, she felt uncomfortable being watched by Yan Ci's eyes, she braced herself and gritted her hair, baring her teeth fiercely.

"Just say you don't want to touch it!"

Yan Ci stared at him, the corners of his lips raised, "Touch, touch."

The rice cake dumplings are delivered to your door, how can you not touch it.

"Ding Ling Ling Ling."

"Ding Ling Ling Ling—"

The class bell rang in a hurry, and Yan Ci grabbed his arm through his sleeve and returned to the classroom. There was no one around in the last row, and the teacher was still talking.

Yan Ci sat down, turned slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, handed over the choice to him, and said softly: "Come on, classmate Xia, take a look, what do you want to touch?"

Xia Zhinian: "??!"

Xia Zhinian's almond-shaped eyes widened, "How do I know that touching is useful?"

Yan Ci smiled lightly, "It's useful to touch wherever it is, and whenever Xia wants to get better, just touch it."

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his amber eyes were shocked, "Is it only a small area that can be touched? It's impossible for me to touch your whole body."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips rose, and he couldn't stop laughing, "I don't mind."

"I mind!"

The rice cake dumpling burst into flames, and his face was flushed, "Don't touch it, bear with it!"

"Student Xia, it's not good to go back on your word."

Yan Cixiao's eyes were bent, and a low laugh came from his chest, afraid of teasing the rice cake dumplings, he calmed down, "It's okay, you can choose whatever you want."

Xia Zhinian's earlobe seemed to be dripping blood, his almond eyes were fierce and soft, looking at the smile on Yan Ci's face, he always felt like he had been fooled.

But looking at the bloodstains on his arm, he gritted his teeth and was cruel, his face was very red.

"...Then, right hand."

Yan Ci stretched out his chosen right hand, spread out his palm, his knuckles were as long as jade, with distinct roots.

The hands, which were obviously cold white, showed a little bewilderment.

Xia Zhinian couldn't help but take a second look.

Yan Ci's posture was calm, and he smiled, "Come on, touch it as you want, touch it as you like."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Black sesame glutinous rice **** keep your mouth shut!

Xia Zhinian gritted her teeth, but her ears were completely red, she had no deterrent effect at all, and she was soft and cute.

Yan Ci smiled, shook his hand and urged, "Student Xia, hurry up, it's very uncomfortable."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian bit her lip, and slowly raised her hand, hanging on top of his palm, hesitating to go down a little, then back a little, and looked up at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci didn't urge him, the whole person was extremely patient, waiting gently and smiling at him.

Xia Zhinian hesitated for a long time, and finally, slowly, slowly, put his hand on Yan Ci's, and the palms of his palms touched each other vaguely.

Yan Ci tensed up suddenly, an unspeakable excitement surged from his palms to his nerves, the corners of his lips curled up, and a joyful and crazy dark color flashed across his eyes.

The palm was soft, with a touch of gentle warmth, and the itching, cold, and nerve-piercing pain suddenly disappeared.

His fingertips turned white, he resisted the urge to tighten his grip on that hand, hooked the corners of his mouth, and let the desire in his heart spread unrestrainedly.

This is the first time that rice cake dumpling touches him on its own initiative.

Yan Ci smiled.

Xia Zhinian put his hands on it, but he didn't use any force, they just stuck together in vain, with a big gap in the middle.

The blunt touch on the skin made him want to hide, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he held back, the roots of his ears were hot, and his whole body tensed up.

Looking at Yan Ci, he was immediately taken aback by the happy expression on his face.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

Why do you look like you want to bite someone? !

He subconsciously withdrew his hands, and Yan Ci gathered his fingertips together to stop him from moving, lowered his eyes, and put on a warm smile again, "It's okay, just... a little happy."

He let go of the restraint, and Xia Zhinian's hand was free again, still covering his palm.

White and slender, one size smaller than Yan Ci's, it can't cover everything.

Xia Zhinian's palms felt a little wet, his heart pounded, he looked at Yan Ci with round almond eyes, hesitantly said: "This...is it ready?"

I can't see anything.

Yan Ci murmured, looking down at the dazed rice cake dumpling, the desire in his heart continued to spread, the tip of his tongue touched the roots of his teeth, and smiled softly.

"It's much better now, thank you, Student Xia, for your help."

… Take your time.

Xia Zhinian was shocked by his smile, Ma Liu withdrew his hand, and hid that hand in the palm of the other, always feeling weird, rubbed his hands twice, and put them together on the side away from Yan Ci.

The gauze on Yan Ci's arm fell apart, he went to the infirmary to get new gauze, and came back to find rice cake dumplings to wrap him again.

Xia Zhinian looked at the deep cut, thought of those little bastards, sighed flatly, and was pestered by him.

It was already the end of the third period. He got up late and came over after washing up. He didn't have time to eat breakfast. Right now, his hunger was rampant.

Touching his empty belly, he dug out a few pieces of candy from the hole in the table and stuffed them into his mouth, before lying on the table limply.

Yan Ci stroked his head smoothly, "Didn't eat?"

Xia Zhinian shook his head and tried to shake off his hand, but failed, his chin was pressed on the table, and he sighed pitifully while hugging his stomach.

"It's late."

It was like a convulsion in the head last night, it was Yan Ci hugging him and saying that he was frightened, and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

...so hungry right now.

Although fruit candy is high in sugar, when you are hungry, eating this will not relieve you for a while.

Yan Ci didn't have the habit of bringing snacks either, so he glanced left and right.

The back door was pushed open, and Lao Qin came in with his homework.

"Xiao Xia."

Xia Zhinian straightened up and looked back, Lao Qin handed him the notebook, and smiled kindly, "The writing is not bad, although there is a sentence here and there, but at least there is no mistake in copying, isn't it good?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

If there is no mistake in copying, it can be said to be able to write well?

Lao Qin smiled casually, "If there is one, there will be two. Since I have copied it, I will copy all the Chinese homework tonight and show it to me tomorrow."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

What? !

Xia Zhinian was dazed, and straightened up holding her stomach, "Teacher, I-"

"Xiaoxia's stomach is uncomfortable?"

Xiao Xia's voice was interrupted, her eyes rounded, and she intended to resist the behavior of copying homework.

Lao Qin looked at him twice, didn't give him a chance to speak, and suddenly realized, "Oh, I got up late and didn't eat, right? Wait."

Old Qin sauntered away with his mellow body, not to be refused.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian's eyes were wide open, he just didn't interrupt, with a dazed expression on his face, it took him a long time to react before he came back to his senses.

Good guy.

Once the beginning of this homework copy is started, it will never end... But his handwriting is too different from the original owner's.

There is such a big gap between short-term calligraphy practice, no one will believe it.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips.

Yan Ci didn't know what he was thinking, and looked sideways at him with unclear meaning.

Lao Qin came back after a while, holding a sandwich wrapped in a hard transparent plastic shell, and handing it to him.

Xia Zhinian froze for a moment.

"this is…"

for him?

"You look thin, eat something." Lao Qin smiled, "If you feel unwell, you should report it in time, or you can tell the monitor."

Xia Zhinian sat on the seat, holding a sandwich in his hand, warm to the touch, staring at the sandwich for a long while, with a hint of daze on his white and tender face.

...this was the first time someone offered him something to eat.

He had too many allergens before, and others were afraid that he would cause problems due to his own food.

Yan Ci stared at the young man who was obviously distracted, his gaze was slightly deep. Yuen Long at the front desk smelled it and leaned over, sniffing, with a shocked expression on his face.

"My God, Lao Qin, you still eat this, is this really delicious?"

"It's not delicious, I made it myself!" Lao Qin stared, "You still hate it when I give it to you!"

Yuen Long had a bitter expression haha.

He has eaten this sandwich before, or many people in the class have eaten it. Although Lao Qin teaches mathematics, he may want to be a cook in his heart. He loves cooking and loves to share what he cooks with the class.

At the beginning, everyone was very supportive, but helpless... Lao Qin's culinary skills were really not lit up.

Yuen Long looked sympathetic, the sandwich in Xia Zhinian's hand was still warm, looking at Lao Qin, he tore open the package.

The amber eyes are slightly bright, and the nanny's face shows a smile, like a child who has got a toy, a little cautious and a little curious.

Peel off a corner of the plastic wrap to reveal the tender white bread slices inside.

Fried eggs full of lettuce and bacon slices, and... green peppers and cucumbers?

and some other fillings.

The bright colors are not very pretty, but... it smells good.

He took a bite, and his taste buds touched a hint of sweet and spicy sauce.

…spicy!

Xia Zhinian's eyes sparkled, he opened his mouth wide and bit his mouth, his voice was surprised, "Isn't this delicious?"

Yuen Long: "?!"

What the hell? !

Yan Ci also had a strange expression on his face.

Only Lao Qin was alone, he paused for a moment and laughed out loud, "I just said, it's not my fault."

Yuen Long was confused, "Old Qin, have you changed your method?"

Lao Qin shook his head, "No."

"Then, is that delicious?"

Frightened on Yuen Long's face, he called Zou Ziqian, "Old Zou, tell me."

Zou Ziqian remained silent, weighing his words, "Indeed, not too...well, average."

Xia Zhinian took a bite, and it was delicious, without any sense of reluctance. Yan Ci Yuen Long and Zou Ziqian looked at him together with different expressions.

Zou Ziqian clicked his tongue, "My former tablemate, are you... hungry?"

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his lips were stained with white residue, with a sincere face, "...No."

He really thought it was delicious.

The sandwich was not big, so he finished it in a few mouthfuls and rubbed his belly with satisfaction.

Yan Ci stared at his mouth, his black eyes glide darkly.

After a while, he was handed a tissue.

There was a long lunch break at noon, Xia Zhinian usually went home directly and asked the driver to bring him over in the afternoon, but yesterday Zou Ziqian agreed to bring him a barbecue at noon, so he didn't go back.

There are quite a lot of people in the classroom, some of them ordered takeaway, they were a little naive and didn’t want to eat in the cafeteria, so they ordered them to bring them back, and the room smelled of all kinds of food, so it would not be awkward to have such a barbecue.

Zou Ziqian brought a lot, and there was still a lot left after sharing with the people around him. Xia Zhinian killed them all with his stomach in his hands, and couldn't hold back after eating, so he burped lightly.

…too much to eat.

A little supportive.

Many commuting students didn't go home at noon, and just slept on their stomachs on the table for a while. Xia Zhinian looked around and got down on the table too.

When Yan Ci came back after eating, what he saw was the boy curled up in a ball, lying on the table, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

The side face is pressed against the arm, and some bright red marks can be seen on the edge, the soft hair hangs down, the eyelids are closed, the lips are rosy, the slender eyelashes flutter from time to time, and it seems that they have not slept soundly.

Quiet and quiet, looking a little defensive.

Yan Ci looked at his fair and tender face, inexplicably felt that the hand should feel good, his fingertips were itchy, and wanted to poke it.

After thinking about it for a while, I still haven't started it. I can touch it sooner or later, so don't rush it for a while.

Yan Ci smiled and relaxed his movements.

The weather was changeable, it was still clear in the morning, and it rained again at noon. The raindrops fell on the spotless windowpanes, and the sound was clear and regular.

Xia Zhinian's mind was in a mess, and he dreamed of being a child in a trance.

His parents and younger brother died in a car accident. He recovered from his injuries and was discharged from the hospital and moved into his grandparents' house. There was a small plate on the table with a handful of toffee in it.

He wanted to eat but couldn't reach it, so he tiptoed to touch the edge of the table, but still couldn't reach it, turned to the man standing at the door, and said childishly.

"Grandma, I want candy, but I can't reach it."

The old woman with an old face but well-dressed was standing in the dark, condescending, her voice indifferent.

"You stole three lives from others and haven't paid them back. Candy, are you entitled to it?"

"Go back to your own room and take it with you. Don't come out if you have nothing to do."

The child, who was not as tall as his legs, retracted his hand timidly, and went back to the room with a dull head. Before closing the door, he heard the gray-haired elders talking.

"Why wasn't he the one who died?"

"He has survived to this day with his sick body, and he must have taken the lives of his parents and younger brother."

"That's right, otherwise such a serious car accident would never have allowed him to survive as a sick person."

"Keep away, you will have to pay back what you steal from someone sooner or later."

"unlucky."

The raindrops splashed on the ground outside, Xia Zhinian dimly opened his eyes, sat up, covered half of his face with his hand, took a breath, and took a breath.

...Why, I dreamed about what happened back then.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, lowered her head to look for the candies left in the table hole, only to find that there were only a few pieces of candy wrappers left.

... He had already eaten in the morning.

Xia Zhinian's eyelashes trembled.

"Looking for what?"

Suddenly there was a clear sound nearby.

Xia Zhinian turned his head to look, Yan Ci turned sideways to watch him rummage for some reason, his brows were clear and warm.

"No, I didn't find anything."

Xia Zhinian took a deep breath, finally sobered up, pulled away from the memories, and lay back on the table listlessly, with a soft voice that sounded like he had just woken up.

"Just sleepy."

Yan Ci looked at the place he turned over, took out something from his pocket, put his palm flat in front of him, tapped his fingertips on the table, and smiled gently.

"Either?"

His slender fingers stretched naturally, and a few fruit candies in fluorescent wrapping paper were placed in his palm, which made his skin look colder and paler.

Xia Zhinian froze for a moment, sat up straight, stared blankly at the candies, and then at Yan Ci.

"…Give me?"

Yan Ci shook his hand, casually, "Otherwise, who will it be?"

Xia Zhinian pressed the edge of the table with her fingertips, the content of the dream was surging, she paused for a while, lowered her eyes, and spoke in a very soft tone.

"Thank you, I don't want to eat."

"Eat it yourself."

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, "You really don't want to eat?"

Obviously looking for sugar.

Why don't you want it again.

Xia Zhinian sighed, the hair on the top of his head was limp, he shook his head, and lay down again.

Yan Ci's eyes flicked over him, with deep eyes, thinking that he wanted to peel off his skin inch by inch to see clearly what's inside.

It was still raining until after school at night, Xia Zhinian didn't have an umbrella, looking at the light rain bubbles on the ground, he planned to go out directly, but Yan Ci pulled him back and dragged him under the umbrella.

This is a single-person umbrella with limited space, and the distance is so close that your arms almost brush your arms.

Xia Zhinian was a little awkward and moved to the side.

"Student Xia."

The arm was caught off guard, and the irresistible force directly pulled him back.

Yan Ci clicked his tongue, with a gentle voice, and sighed, "If you run again, I will chase you and open the umbrella, and the wound on my right arm will be drenched in the rain."

"Student Xia has the heart to treat me like this?"

Student Xia: "..."

Xia Zhinian rubbed his nose, and said in a soft voice, "You don't have to follow me, just hit yourself."

He also likes rainy days.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes to look at him, dragged out the ends of his eyes like thin scars and eyeliner, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "That's no good, since classmate Xia is my helper, I don't want to fall ill before my grades improve. I'm so remiss."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian wanted to run even more, but was trapped under the umbrella by a strong force that grabbed her arm.

The raindrops above the head were dripping on the umbrella surface, making continuous noises, and it was quiet under the umbrella. Although there was a constant sound of rain in my ears, I could still hear the sound of the school uniform coat brushing against my arms.

When they arrived at the school gate, they saw Xia's car at a glance, and Yan Ci took the boy over with an umbrella.

Opening the car door, Xia Zhinian looked up, and was stunned after seeing the scene inside clearly.

The elegant and gentle man in the back seat raised his head in response, and smiled at him implying joy, "Niannian, Dad is back, here to take you home."

...This is the original owner's father, Xia Hongyu.

Xia Zhinian paused, reacted for a while before regaining consciousness, curled her fingertips slightly, and hummed from her throat.

"Uncle Xia, Brother Xia."

Yan Ci glanced at the young man beside him, nodded to the two inside, and smiled politely, "Student Xia didn't bring an umbrella, so I'll send him over."

Xia Hongyu knew about the young master of the Yan family, and also heard from Jiang Yuan that Yan Ci had a good relationship with his youngest son and had an easy-going smile.

"Xiaoci, it's raining a lot, get in the car and we'll take you back."

"I have a car to pick me up, I'll wait behind, thank you Uncle Xia for your kindness."

The two exchanged a few polite words, Xia Zhinian got into the car, Yan Ci turned and walked back, and got into the car after a while.

Xia Wenhan was driving in front, and Xia Hongyu looked at his youngest son who was sitting by the window, eyes downcast and silent, and Mr. Xia, who had always been strategizing at the negotiating table, was actually a little nervous now.

The youngest son has just returned home. He has a job and cannot postpone it. He had to go abroad and is only now back.

They didn't get along much, so I asked Xiaohan and learned that they were not too close.

…The youngest son doesn’t talk too much at home.

"Every year."

As if afraid of scaring him, Xia Hongyu called him in a low voice, trying to get closer. After thinking for a long time, he decided to ask the most basic question, and asked gently, "How are you getting along with the classmates...?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian nodded, "Very good."

Xia Hongyu: "...Oh, that's good."

"Lack of pocket money?"

"…No shortage."

"Oh, um, if you need it, tell your parents and your brother, don't be shy."

"…okay."

The topic stagnated, and the stiff breath spread rapidly in the carriage. Xia Zhinian grabbed the corner of his clothes and bit his lips.

Help.

A little embarrassing.

After finally going back to Xia's house, Jiang Yuan was obviously very happy at the dinner table.

The corners of her lips were curled, but Xing's eyes were a little dizzy, looking at her little son who had been lost for more than ten years.

"After more than ten years, our family is finally reunited."

Xia Hongyu patted her on the shoulder and comforted her in a harmonious voice, "Okay, Yuan, we are reunited, and we will not be separated again."

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, looked at the two people opposite, lowered her eyes again, and sighed softly in her heart.

...haven't reunited yet.

He didn't want to steal other people's things, and he didn't want to occupy other people's lives instead.

He came through it, and he didn't know if the original owner was dead or alive, and he didn't know if the original owner would have worn it to him if he was alive.

But according to the original text, whether it is him or the original owner, "Xia Zhinian" is going to die.

Xia Zhinian fell into silence, looking at Father Xia who was so happy opposite him, and Brother Xia who was sitting at the table after the meal, although he didn't say anything, his heart felt a little agitated.

It is still necessary to push the attack and accept the emotion as soon as possible.

Procrastinating for too long is not good for anyone.

But to push feelings, even though he said so, Xia Zhinian saw that Yan Ci and Chu Qingjian had very little communication, so he couldn't think of a way to solve it.

Xia Zhinian was sitting in the classroom with his chin in one hand in a daze. Yesterday, he found time to go to the calligraphy shop again, and paid them to copy Yan Ci's Chinese homework in the original owner's handwriting.

I just sent it to the teacher, and now the dull hair on the top of my head is swaying in the wind, which is particularly eye-catching.

There was constant yelling at the front of the classroom.

Du Bao, the sports committee member, stood on the podium and shouted, "Dragon Boat Festival will be held for three days on weekends, go out and play, do you want to go out together!"

"Keep playing and playing, the end of the semester is coming, and after the exam, I will be a senior in high school!"

"Hey, the study committee member should not learn from Lao Qin."

"I heard that there are make-up classes in the summer vacation of the third year of senior high school. There are only ten days in total, and the three days of Dragon Boat Festival are considered long vacations."

In the hustle and bustle everywhere, Yan Ci tapped on his desktop with his fingertips.

"Where does Xia want to go?"

"I?"

Xia Zhinian came back to his senses, stunned for a moment, his voice was clear and clear.

"I will not go."

Although there is no paragraph in the original text, the original owner did not participate in this kind of activity.

"Class team building, we have to go!" Yuen Long turned his head excitedly when he heard the movement, and gave no room for rejection.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The young man was dumbfounded, and a little speechless, with round almond eyes, Yan Ci smiled.

There was a commotion in the classroom, and the shouts seemed to knock down the ceiling, but the squad leader didn't care. He just turned sideways amidst the laughter and noise, and stretched out his gauze-wrapped arms with a soft voice.

"Student Xia."

"...I hurt."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

"The wound hurts?"

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, thinking of Yan Ci holding an umbrella with him yesterday, his expression changed slightly, "It can't be... it rained yesterday, right?"

The wound on Yan Ci's arm was not too deep, but it was cut by a knife after all, and it was very long. Even though he was wrapped in gauze for the past two days, he would still bleed and stain from time to time.

Now that the weather is getting hotter, if it rains and gets infected...

He looked left and right through the sleeves of his shirt, blinked, "Or else, ask the school doctor to deal with it?"

Yan Ci raised the corners of his lips, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were stained with inexplicable obscurity, and he said with a low voice, "The school doctor can't help me."

"Anyone who can help me is right in front of my eyes."

Xia Zhinian was startled and raised his eyes.

"Student Xia."

Yan Ci said softly: "You are my special medicine."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Xia Zhinian was stunned, for a moment, the bases of his ears were burning, his almond eyes were round, his hair was straight and straight, poking his hair secretly while suppressing his voice.

"I'm not medicine, and I just touched it yesterday!"

Yan Ci laughed lowly, his voice was deep, hiding deep greed.

"not enough."

Far from enough.

He wanted this boy to be trapped in his palm forever.

Nowhere to break free.

He warned himself to draw it slowly, but after holding back for a day, he still couldn't restrain himself from wanting to push forward.

Passing his hand forward, Qing Juan asked softly with darkened excitement under his brows.

"Student Xia, it really hurts."

"Can you...touch me a little longer?"