[BL, MTL] The Paranoid Villains in the Suspense Novel All Want to Monopolize Me

Chapter 50: Elegant Appetite (23)

　　In the cold and solemn room, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly.

　　He looked at the rich soup in front of him as if it was some kind of deadly poison.

　　Sitting in front of the long table, Du Lin lowered his head, and his beautiful little face was mostly covered by black hair.

　　Only the slender chin and tightly pursed lips showed a sign of rejection.

　　The boy's lips turned crimson due to nervousness and fear, which made Yu Wenzheng pause in his thoughts.

　　He suddenly remembered...the chaotic thing that happened in that toilet.

　　Indeed, as a human predator, he should not have any desire for humans.

　　At that time, he said in an extremely joking tone that he was forcing himself, pinching his lips forcefully, and playing a torture game--

　　But Yu Wenzheng knew better than anyone that at that time, he couldn't help himself.

　　The cold heart will beat slightly warmly, just because of seeing the boy's slightly red eyelids.

　　...can't help it.

　　He actually has uncontrollable emotions towards "food".

　　Yu Wenzheng smiled lowly.

　　This little liar is really the most exaggerated exception in his life.

　　But...he would never tell Dulin such a thing.

　　He couldn't let the little liar find that so-called weakness.

　　Even if that weakness is just a small scar on the heart, it is almost invisible, and the dead skin can be peeled off with a little rubbing--

　　That's not OK.

　　Under Yu Wenzheng's eyes filled with cold amusement, the young man remained silent...

　　Dulin: We have to find an excuse to get through.

　　He paused and said softly, "I, I can't drink today, I have a bad appetite, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable...Thank you, Professor Yu, for your kindness."

　　As he spoke, he lowered his eyebrows, furrowed his beautiful brows, and covered his lower abdomen with his white and tender fingers.

　　It's as if there is really no appetite.

　　When a normal person sees his helpless and fragile look, no matter how hard-hearted he is, he will feel pity.

　　But Yu Wenzheng is not a normal person.

　　Cold, sharp-jointed fingers gently kneaded the back of his neck.

　　There was an emotion of doting and concern...but the action of rubbing the thin Adam's apple over and over again made Du Lin feel a strong sense of coldness.

　　"Can't drink any more?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yu Wenzheng's mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes.

　　He said softly.

　　"Classmate Du Lin, since you like me so much, how can you give up the soup I made for you?"

　　The fingers on the back of his neck slowly moved along Du Lin's slender jawline to his lips.

　　There was still a broken wound there, but after applying the medicine, it has improved a lot. The white powder of the medicine can be seen on the scabbed skin.