My Arch-Nemesis is the R-Rated Male Lead - Chapter 5

Zhou Li was completely unable to control the scenes appearing in his mind.

And they were strange.

Perhaps through Lu Rong’s perspective, he saw part of a man’s neck, the prominent Adam’s apple bobbing as hot sweat gathered on flushed skin, sliding down and dripping onto a patch of snow-white flesh, leaving a faint blush where it fell.

Beyond that, the sensation became a tight, numbing, wet heat, his knuckles being swallowed and bitten.

The scorching warmth slowly melted those cool, slender fingers.

Although none of the fantasies in his mind were explicit, their half-hidden ambiguity was enough to make his heart pound.

Almost instinctively, he called out coldly, “Lu Rong!”

Everything in his mind vanished instantly.

The tension in his neck released, and he realized he had broken out in a light sweat.

Lu Rong, startled by his shout, suddenly realized what shameful things she had just been daydreaming about—and that she had even unconsciously fantasized about that bastard Zhou Li!

[My brain is filthy—ahhh! How could I possibly fantasize about Zhou Li using his hands on me?!]

Zhou Li felt his hands burn: “…”

[It’s not my fault. His fingers are just so long. I only made the mistake every lustful girl makes, OvO.]

Zhou Li clenched his fists and silently exhaled. “Get out.”

“Hey! I didn’t say a single word, and you’re already scolding me and telling me to leave.” Lu Rong was about ready to die of anger thanks to Zhou Li. As expected of her sworn enemy—truly infuriating.

Zhou Li turned away, thinking: You didn’t say anything, but your brain said plenty.

Seeing that he was really about to go, Lu Rong hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. “Wait! The elixir my father gave you!”

Zhou Li looked at the fingers clutching his sleeve and saw two fingertips stained with black paint.

The ones in his dream were slimmer and cleaner.

But in the dream, he’d only seen that bit of her fingernail, so he couldn’t tell right away if they matched.

“Rongrong!” A cheerful voice called out from nearby.

Lu Rong turned around and saw Lin Zetian. A look of joy appeared in her eyes: “Senior Brother Lin!”

Lin Zetian was her and Qiu Ling’s senior brother, only a year older than her. He was exceptionally kind and warm-hearted, and took good care of her and Qiu Ling. Over time, the three of them had become good friends.

Lin Zetian approached the two and first politely bowed to Zhou Li: “Venerable Jian.”

Zhou Li was unfamiliar with the person before him. In fact, he was practically a stranger. In the entire Xuan Yang Sect, he only knew Lu Rong among his peers.

Lin Zetian glanced at the sleeve Lu Rong was clutching, his gaze pausing slightly. Lu Rong didn’t notice and asked him happily, “Senior Brother Lin, what brings you here?”

“My master asked me to deliver a spirit pill to Venerable Jian.” Lin Zetian took out a bottle of medicine and respectfully handed it to Zhou Li.

Zhou Li’s gaze was now fixed on Lu Rong.

[Senior Brother Lin is so much easier to get along with, unlike Zhou Li, who always has a cold face.]

Zhou Li’s expression darkened further: “No need.” He coldly withdrew his hand again, turning away indifferently.

“Fine, no need then,” Lu Rong snorted, pouting.

His injuries wouldn’t heal because of his own actions.

Actually, Lin Zetian wasn’t surprised that Zhou Li refused.

“Rongrong, that’s how Venerable Jian is. Every time I come to deliver something, I don’t even get to see him. I only hear ‘No need.’ Today, at least I’ve seen him. Venerable Jian is indeed as aloof and refined as the rumors say, handsome and dashing.” Lin Zetian’s eyes were filled with fervent admiration for Zhou Li.

Lu Rong quickly said, “…Alright, stop talking.”

Lin Zetian chuckled: “Alright, alright, I forgot you and Venerable Jian don’t get along.”

“Good to know.” Lu Rong placed her hands in front of her. “Why does Elder Lin always give him spirit pills?”

Elder Lin was notoriously stingy, rarely handing out elixirs and paying little attention to Zhou Li’s affairs.

“My master said Venerable Jian just broke through and might need them, so he sent me to deliver this.”

Lu Rong grew thoughtful. Both her father and Elder Lin had given elixirs. Did Zhou Li suffer a serious injury during his breakthrough?

Could it be because he helped her break through?

She knew that the higher one’s realm, the more easily it could be disrupted by the smallest factors.

Seeing she wasn’t speaking, Lin Zetian waved a hand before her eyes. “Rongrong, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. Give me the medicine. I’ll take it in for you,” Lu Rong said.

“There’s a barrier outside Wuhui Tower. How will you get in?” Lin Zetian asked, puzzled.

“I have this.” Lu Rong shook the bracelet on her wrist, Bailidun, which could ignore any barrier and conceal her aura and tracks.

Lin Zetian handed her the medicine bottle, still a little worried. “Aren’t you afraid Venerable Jian might accidentally kill you?”

“He wouldn’t dare.” Lu Rong wasn’t afraid at all; after all, it wasn’t the first time she’d used the Bailidun Technique to get to Wuhui Tower.

Zhou Li didn’t kill her. He just ruthlessly dragged her out.

“Take it easy,” Lin Zetian said as he handed her the elixir, then asked, “A’Ling asked me if I’m going to the Spring Banquet tomorrow. Are you going?”

“Yes!” Lu Rong had long wanted to go to the Spring Banquet to see just how handsome the men there were.

This would also give her some material to draw.

“Then let’s meet at our usual place tomorrow,” Lin Zetian said and flew away on his sword.

Lu Rong waved to him, feeling a little uneasy. Her father had said that one could only go out after reaching the Golden Core stage.

If he found out she’d secretly gone out to play, he would definitely arrest Xue’er.

Xue’er was actually a little rabbit demon, and Xuan Yang Sect, as the number one immortal sect, shouldn’t have any demons.

In fact, in this world, the demon race was weak, and the various immortal sects couldn’t tolerate the existence of any demons.

Lu Rong hadn’t realized that the little rabbit she rescued was a demon until it transformed into human form.

However, Xue’er’s spiritual power was weak, and sending it away would be dangerous. She had kept it a secret for a long time, but her father eventually found out.

Her father always knew how to handle her. Instead of killing Xue’er, he used it as a form of punishment. Whenever she misbehaved, he would take Xue’er away.

Over time, she no longer dared to joke about such things.

Given the current situation, she could only hope that Zhou Li’s cultivation truly would improve.

She carefully put away the two bottles of medicine and used her Bailidun Technique to head straight for Wuhui Tower.

Zhou Li sat by the window, polishing his sword, while the crisp air around him began to fill with the sweet scent of peaches.

His hand paused, and sure enough, Lu Rong’s voice appeared in his mind.

[Why is this place still so gloomy and cold? Aren’t you afraid of catching rheumatism?]

[Zhou Li’s bed is really big—perfect for him and his future partner to roll around naked in.]

[Wow, still polishing the sword. That hilt is really thick and long. Hehehe… it could be used for anything.]

Zhou Li tightened his grip on the sword hilt. With a flick of his wrist, sword energy slashed toward the sneaking figure.

Lu Rong had only planned to drop off the medicine and slip away, but she hadn’t expected him to catch her.

Instinct kicked in, and she almost ran, but when she turned around, she saw his dark, stormy expression.

She remembered something she still hadn’t verified and was just about to test it.

[Your clothes are so tight. Trying to seduce people. I’m going to strip you later…]

A cold hand suddenly pressed down on her head. Forced to look into Zhou Li’s ink-black eyes, her mind stalled.

Every thought dissolved into stunned blankness.

He… touched my head?

She stood frozen. If not for the brush of his sleeve at her nose and the chill of his breath, she would have doubted the moment was real.

Zhou Li cut off her dirty fantasy about him just in time, a small knot in his chest loosening.

Zhou Li reached out again, grabbed her without an ounce of mercy, and hauled her out.

“Ah—?” Lu Rong dangled like a little chick, legs swinging. “I can walk back on my own! Don’t carry me!”

This dress is seriously strangling my chest!

But Zhou Li had always enjoyed rejecting her pleas. Once again, she found herself tossed back into Zhuiyu Tower.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she was ready to start cursing in her mind—

[Damn Zhou—]

But Zhou Li had already mastered the trick. He lowered his head with lazy precision, his sharp gaze locking onto her.

She froze again. Her throat bobbed nervously like a tiny quail. Lips pressed together, she weakly stuck out a finger to push him back a bit.

“Heh.” Zhou Li let out a cold, satisfied laugh at her deflated expression. Straightening up, he turned and walked away.

But when he returned to Wuhui Tower, he found a certain someone who had slipped through the cracks.

Two bottles of medicine sat quietly on his bed, with a note underneath.

[They’re for you, hmph!]

***

“Rongrong?” Lu Rong was pushed back to her senses by Xue’er. She had actually been stunned by Zhou Li just now.

This was truly a first.

Mainly because he had never been this close to her before, let alone suddenly touch her head and stare straight into her eyes.

Had he awakened the bloodline reserved for restrictive-novel male leads and started radiating charm to seduce women?

Or was he deliberately trying to scare her?

Thinking of Zhou Li’s infuriating expression, Lu Rong was sure he was doing it on purpose.

“Damn it.” She stomped back to her room, sat down at her drawing table, and immediately began furiously sketching a hundred nude portraits of him as a gift!

Lying down, standing, even kneeling!

Lu Rong had never realized she could draw this fast. By the time she snapped back to awareness, she had already finished three or four pictures from different angles.

Without exception, every drawing was naked, each pose more seductive than the last.

“…Am I sick?” Lu Rong muttered.

She set down her brush, lay flat on her back, and crossed her arms, simmering with frustration.

She should have known better than to secretly bring him medicine, only to be intimidated by him afterward.

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm down, but the bright red 99% progress bar in her mind reminded her that the question of Zhou Li’s middle finger length still hadn’t disappeared.

It seemed she absolutely had to give an answer.

“About twelve centimeters.” She had seen the way Zhou Li gripped the sword hilt earlier, and his middle finger took up half its length.

Estimating the size, she couldn’t help thinking—if his fingers were that long, wouldn’t his…things be ridiculously long too?

But as the male lead of a restricted novel, he was bound to have some extraordinary traits.

[Answer close, but not the correct answer.]

Lu Rong thought to herself that since this was a restricted-novel system… was it demanding something even more lewd?

“Can it reach the deepest part?” Lu Rong ventured.

[Congratulations, host, you answered correctly. System repair has reached 99.5%.]

Lu Rong felt proud. As expected of her, she could answer even a question like that.

[Random drop: a golden cheat ability—allows you to see through the male lead once, for five seconds.]

X-ray vision?

Lu Rong wondered if she’d misread it.

Was it the kind that let her see someone completely naked through their clothes?

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Author’s Note:

Later, Baby Rong will discover that the quantity is also incredibly high.