The Male Lead Chose To Elope With The Second Male Lead [Bl] Part 5

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I shivered, biting my lower lip without daring to speak.

The next second, Pei Zhi Lin scoffed and lifted me up.

The fear of weightlessness forced me to cling to him:

“Brother? Can you put me down, please?”

Pei Zhi Lin seemed deaf, carrying me until this action ended with me sitting in the middle of the bed.

I struggled to get up, but Pei Zhi Lin forcefully turned me over.

His knee locked my thighs, I was unable to move even slightly, and his hands were even more excessive, holding both my wrists together.

The hot breath lifted the slightly longer hair by my ears: “Baby, you know everything.”

“Don’t think about running.”

I was truly scared: “Brother Zhi Lin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Trying to break free from his shackles, I got the dull “click” sound in return.

The cold touch on my ankle made me shiver.

I turned to look, the chain popping out from under the bed was now completely locking me, locking me entirely in this space.

Pei Zhi Lin, had locked me up.

Had he gone mad?

My breathing became more rapid.

For this letter, would he punish me like Wang Jia Jia? Had all these years of brotherhood been overshadowed by the destined love between the male and female leads? Did he give me hope earlier just to let me despair now?

I struggled desperately, but the difference in our builds was too great. I was no match for Pei Zhi Lin at all.

In the end, I could only give up and yell at him: “Just because I didn’t deliver the love letter to Wang Jia Jia, causing you two to miss out, so you’re treating me like this?”

“I know I was wrong. I can apologize and make amends. Can you not treat me this way?”

I was begging him but got no response. However, the force imprisoning me gradually loosened.

I couldn’t hold back, looking up at Pei Zhi Lin, his lips slightly open, his face full of shock.

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“Pei Zhi Lin, what exactly do you want? Can you give me a clear answer?”

The silence in the air was unbearable, so I asked him softly.

Pei Zhi Lin didn’t answer, left my side, and walked out the door.

What trick was he up to now? Preparing new torture tools?

I glanced at the chain on my ankle but decided to stay.

After a long while, Pei Zhi Lin returned, holding a photo in his hand.

He lowered his head, and I couldn’t see his expression, so I just gripped the bed sheet tightly.

The next moment, Pei Zhi Lin came to the edge of the bed, kneeling on one knee.

The photo fell in front of my eyes.

Eighteen-year-old Pei Zhi Lin stealing a kiss on my brow in the classroom.

He almost pleaded in his tone to me:

“There’s no one else, it’s always been only you.”

“I thought Wang Jia Jia sent you this photo too, and you were going to reject me.”

“Ling Yi, don’t leave me alone.”

Pei Zhi Lin raised his eyes to meet mine, enticing me to share his joy.

The dangerous aura was too strong, making my small animal intuition unable to resist and retreating.

Pei Zhi Lin leaned in closer, just a lift of my head would exchange our breaths.

I took a deep breath: “If I don’t accept, what will you do?”

Pei Zhi Lin just gently backed away.

I was a bit at a loss. Was he giving up?

I panicked, looking for his figure, but saw Pei Zhi Lin’s tensed hand holding the locked ankle, slowly lifting the pant leg to reveal pale skin.

Then, like a beast showing its fangs, he left several marks along the wet path.

It hurt and itched.

I resisted, sat up, approached him, covered his eyes, stopping his actions:

“I won’t leave, I really like you.”

But Pei Zhi Lin got more excited, leaving marks not just in one place this time.

I was tossed and turned until I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found that the chain on my ankle had not been removed.