Why Are the Psychos Obsessed with a Mere NPC?
Chapter 8: Mad Dog

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Mad Dog

A trail of delicate kisses landed on her neck.

It tickled. Jian Yu whimpered and turned her head away in discomfort.

Her limbs were bound, leaving only her eyes to express her emotions.

But no matter how fiercely she glared at Ling Yanzhi, he just wore a brazenly arrogant expression, completely unfazed.

"So what they said was actually true."

Ling Yanzhi lifted his head, sated, a contemplative look flashing in his eyes.

’Them? Who are "they"? Can’t he say something I can actually understand?’

Jian Yu’s eyes narrowed, her face pale.

’According to the plot, whenever any one of the F7 takes a liking to something or someone, the other guys will fight and scramble for it.’

’To put it one way: one of them starts the fight, and the other six jump in instantly.’

Ling Yanzhi, F5, and F7 were the three in the group who competed the most fiercely.

Photos of Sheng Yue carrying her to the nurse’s office had gone viral, so it wasn’t surprising that Ling Yanzhi showed up.

What was unexpected was his current behavior. It was bordering on insane.

’Even at the height of the drama over the female lead, Ling Yanzhi never went crazy enough to break into someone’s room and start kissing and biting them.’

"I’d much rather have you all to myself than share you with them."

Ling Yanzhi’s voice pulled Jian Yu back to the present.

"Mmph-argh-mmph."

Jian Yu whimpered and mumbled an incoherent explanation.

’Sheng Yue doesn’t even like me! If you’re going to go crazy, at least get your facts straight!’

Ling Yanzhi couldn’t understand her and remained lost in his own world.

He began analyzing the situation methodically.

"You’ve seen those popular posts on the school forums, right? You’re lucky you’re on campus. Those brainless students still have some restraint; they won’t force their way in."

"But once you step off campus, you’ll probably be bullied to death. Oh, you poor thing. Look, the rims of your eyes are red with fright."

Ling Yanzhi raised his other hand. He bent a delicate, slender finger and caressed the corner of her eye with the pad of his fingertip.

The man’s palm was huge. The hand covering her mouth was so large it blocked most of her nose as well.

Jian Yu struggled to breathe. Unable to speak, she held her breath until her eyes welled up with tears, tinging the corners a pitiful red.

"Sheng Yue made you the center of all that attention, then just dumped you here without a second thought for your safety. Tsk, that guy’s no good."

Ling Yanzhi lowered his head and kissed Jian Yu’s forehead. "How about I take you back with me? I’ll hide you away, and I’ll protect you from now on."

His tone was tinged with excitement, but it seemed to carry even more derision for certain people.

Someone like Sheng Yue... to put it nicely, he was cautious. To put it bluntly, he was a fool, just deceiving himself.

He neither understood that striking first gives you the advantage, nor knew how to be flexible.

’What body wash fragrance?’

’A scent that only one person can’t smell is usually their own body odor, but it wasn’t just a bad smell.’

’A scent that even Jian Yu herself couldn’t detect—what could it be but her natural body fragrance?’

Not to mention, the fragrance was rich in the breaths she exhaled while struggling.

Ling Yanzhi slowly, methodically, removed the hand covering her mouth.

His long fingers casually undid a button on Jian Yu’s shirt, revealing a hint of her collarbone.

Jian Yu gasped for air and quickly clarified, "I think you must have misunderstood! Chief Sheng isn’t interested in me at all!"

’If this lunatic finds out he targeted the wrong person, he’ll definitely take it out on me later.’

Ling Yanzhi paused, propped his chin on his hand, and took a deep sniff.

"It’s fine. If he doesn’t like you, it’s enough that I do."

The way he inhaled was lewd and creepy, a complete waste of his handsome face.

For once, Jian Yu felt a pang of shame and anger.

For a moment, she forgot to speak.

"So useless. It took me two minutes to find out what they still haven’t figured out." Ling Yanzhi’s expression was leisurely as his fingers occasionally pinched the soft flesh of Jian Yu’s cheek.

Her porcelain-like face was delicate and frail, looking as if it had zero Attack Power.

Even with her old-fashioned glasses, Ling Yanzhi didn’t find her ugly.

When her glasses tilted, he even helped straighten them.

Jian Yu: "..."

’Listening to his tone... could it be that this isn’t about Sheng Yue?’

She struggled, wriggling her body. "Let go of me first."

"No. My experiment isn’t over yet." Ling Yanzhi lowered his head and kissed Jian Yu’s collarbone.

As if that wasn’t enough, he turned and began adding to the marks on her neck.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned intimate.

’Lunatics are hard to stop once they get going. Anything more I say would just be a waste of breath.’

She appeared to stop resisting, but in reality, she was simply out of options.

Jian Yu mulled it over, closed her eyes, and craned her neck, making it easier for Ling Yanzhi to bite down.

’At least he’s handsome. Otherwise, I’d definitely have to put up one last desperate struggle.’

"Don’t bite." Jian Yu frowned, spoke those two words, and then said no more.

"Mm," Ling Yanzhi turned his head, kissed the corner of her mouth, and hummed an indistinct affirmative.

He discovered that when she didn’t resist, the unusual fragrance became even crisper.

No, it was more... pure.

The ridge of Ling Yanzhi’s brow tensed. His eyes, ears, and even his neck flushed red with heat.

He was handsome—ruggedly handsome, bewitchingly handsome—but Jian Yu couldn’t bring herself to appreciate his looks.

A length of "silk," long and slick, coiled around her ankle, sending goosebumps all over her skin.

The bizarre situation, the dangerous aura—her instincts screamed at her to escape.

’So much for those online comments saying seven of them aren’t enough. Experiencing it firsthand is still pretty terrifying.’

F6’s Soul Beast was a Winged Snake, the creature Jian Yu feared most.

A flying snake, reddish-black in color. The author hadn’t described it in much detail, only mentioning its crimson, vertical pupils, which were terrifying enough to frighten someone into fainting.

From the moment she confirmed Ling Yanzhi’s identity, Jian Yu hadn’t dared to glance at the thing wrapped tightly around her limbs.

"The annoying guys are coming." Ling Yanzhi suddenly grew excited, his expression not at all as annoyed as his words suggested.

He glanced at Jian Yu’s pitiful eyes, wrapped an arm around her waist, and quickly left the room.

Jian Yu let out a soft sigh of relief. The slick, clinging sensation on her body was finally gone.

She lowered her gaze to her wrist. A moment ago, a snake had been there.

’Question the female lead, become the female lead, understand the female lead, and still want to be the female lead. It’s just a snake.’

"Don’t move around. If you fall, I won’t be responsible for you," Ling Yanzhi said in a low voice.

Sheng Yue might only make threats, but Ling Yanzhi was the type to actually go through with them.

Jian Yu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against his chest.

She pressed her lips together. Her long, seaweed-like hair swayed in the wind, sometimes fanning out, sometimes tangling.

The ends of her hair danced before Ling Yanzhi’s eyes, leaving a faint arc in the air.

’Doesn’t he know I’m afraid of heights?!’ Jian Yu shut her eyes.

’A character I disliked when I first learned the plot... after actually meeting him, I still hate him.’

Ling Yanzhi often flew instead of walked, delighting in watching the students below panic as he passed.

He had a truly wicked sense of humor.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air was not pleasant. If she hadn’t taken Professor Lin’s medicine, Jian Yu felt like she might have had a heart attack.

Resting her head against Ling Yanzhi, she clutched her chest and peeked through a tiny slit in her eyelids, daring only to stare at her own wrist.

They arrived at Villa Number Six.

Ling Yanzhi didn’t land. He flew a circle in the air while holding Jian Yu. "From now on, you’ll live with me. Take a look, which part do you like?"

He heard no answer.

Puzzled, he looked down.

He saw Jian Yu’s chin tucked down, her dense, long lashes casting a shadow on her face.

Her skin was a cool white and thinner than a normal person’s. Right now, her eyelids were an absurd shade of red.

Ling Yanzhi frowned, retracted his Soul Beast’s wings, and slowly descended.

The scenery before her suddenly changed. Jian Yu’s thoughts returned, and her legs felt incredibly weak.

Ling Yanzhi had no intention of putting her down, carrying her straight to the master bedroom.

After placing her on the bed, he began kneading Jian Yu’s trembling calves with a look of disdain.

"You’re useless, too."

Jian Yu: "..."

’This is F6? Is this some kind of imposter?’

’He once said that unless it was his chosen partner, he would break the hands of anyone who touched him.’

Unlike Sheng Yue, Ling Yanzhi wasn’t a germaphobe. He’d made that declaration simply because he loathed people getting close to him.

’But now...’

Jian Yu narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t in a situation where she was about to be silenced for good.

’The male leads always have a reason for what they do. Just to compete with Sheng Yue wouldn’t be enough to make Ling Yanzhi act like this.’

’The most unusual event today was Sheng Yue asking her for the link to her body wash.’

’The body wash smells nice, but if I had to guess, it’s probably because I’m carrying the female lead’s scent.’

’Did this mad dog Ling Yanzhi just follow the scent over here?’

[Master, Sheng Yue and Pei Yin are visiting. Grant access?]