[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 8

Under Shen Zhou’s burning gaze, Luo Ning felt confused. His lips were wet. He remembered Shen Zhou watching him drink milk last night. What was going on?

He leaned closer. “Why are you looking at me?”

“Do you want to drink milk too?”

His voice was soft, brushing against Shen Zhou’s heart like a feather. With his beautiful peach blossom eyes blinking and his full lips slightly pouting, it stirred an impulse to kiss him.

Shen Zhou’s eyes darkened, deep as a lake. He felt like Luo Ning was tempting him again. He extended his finger and poked Luo Ning’s forehead to push him away a bit. “No need.”

His fingertip brushed against Luo Ning’s lips, like a grinding motion. The milk mustache disappeared, making his lips even more rosy, like pure cherry blossoms. Shen Zhou felt the soft touch under his fingertip, as if a burning warmth was being transmitted.

Luo Ning’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a tingling sensation. After Shen Zhou’s finger left, he instinctively licked his lips and looked up in confusion. When he met Shen Zhou’s deep eyes and the underlying aggression in them, his ears turned red. It was as if he suddenly understood the meaning.

He quickly lowered his head, pinching his fingers, a slight smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were sparkling like a pool of clear water. He looked a little intoxicated.

Luo Ning was a bit excited. He had unexplainable feelings for Shen Zhou, and now that Shen Zhou was staring at him like that, his cheeks were heating up.

“I, I’ll go to bed first,” Luo Ning stammered, pulling the blanket over himself like an ostrich digging a hole to hide.

A hint of smile flashed in Shen Zhou’s eyes. Later that night when he was half-asleep, he heard something fall. He turned his head and saw a figure tumble to the floor and roll over, as if feeling uncomfortable. The bed on Shen Zhou’s left side sank again.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. He grabbed the corner of the blanket. Thinking of that soft face, he hesitated for a moment but couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch it. It was indeed soft, just like the big cat he used to raise.

This time, lying next to Shen Zhou, Luo Ning was no longer awkward. He leaned obediently against Shen Zhou, his eyes slightly squinted, revealing a hint of mischief.

He clung to the man’s arm, enjoying himself. He noticed that the man hadn’t woken up yet. He moved closer quietly and pressed his body against him.

Then, as if by accident, his arm adjusted its position, landing on the man’s abdomen. He could feel the toned muscles, though he couldn’t tell how many abs there were. Luo Ning’s eyes lit up. He subtly leaned against the man’s shoulder, snuggling comfortably and inhaling the faint cool scent coming from him.

Just as Luo Ning was enjoying the moment like a little kitten, the person beside him suddenly moved. Shen Zhou’s muscular upper body sat up. His large hand playfully ruffled Luo Ning’s hair, making it messy. “You can’t sit still in the morning. Aren’t you going to work?”

“Ugh.” Luo Ning covered his fluffy hair, which was sticking up everywhere. He frowned and made a little noise, trying to smooth it down. He couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow and lifted the cow-eared hood off Luo Ning’s head, then leisurely got out of bed.

Luo Ning was teased, and his face turned red. In an instant, all his romantic thoughts flew away.

While busying himself in the kitchen, he could still feel his hair slightly sticking up at the back of his head. Feeling that Shen Zhou was watching him from the kitchen door, Luo Ning moved his eyes and pretended to casually grab an apron. He walked over and said, “Shen Zhou, could you help me tie this? I got flour on my hands.”

Luo Ning’s peach blossom eyes widened slightly, becoming a bit round like a puppy expecting something. Shen Zhou lowered his eyelids, took the apron, and wrapped it around Luo Ning’s waist. He could feel how slender that waist was. This action felt like pulling Luo Ning into his arms.

He chuckled softly, and just as Luo Ning’s earlobes turned red, his finger suddenly poked Luo Ning’s nose. There was a bit of dough on it. With Luo Ning’s innocent expression, it looked both confused and cute. A flash of joy appeared in Shen Zhou’s eyes.

The ambiguous atmosphere was immediately shattered. Luo Ning let out a yelp, knowing that he had been teased again. He shot a fierce glare back, but it was no use. He looked like an angry kitten puffing up its fur.