The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 65

Jiang Yi was feeling a little bit flustered.

Just a little bit, he emphasized to himself repeatedly.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the window outside. Though the noise wasn’t loud, Jiang Yi instantly sat bolt upright, hands folded neatly on his lap. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead to his cheek; it was itchy, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard before wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Then, he stared intently at the “Jiang Cheng” on the screen. He watched with a gaze that was almost envious, even though the character was his own avatar. If he could, he wished he could replace that digital figure and truly stand by Duke Felix Cheng’s side—to kiss him, or to do anything else.

But that was impossible.

Jiang Yi sat cross-legged in his computer chair and leaned back; his oversized hoodie fell over his face, the dog ears on top drooping dejectedly. This state of despair lasted exactly one second. Soon, he was hunched over the computer again, sliding the mouse to find Felix.

He still hadn’t managed to coax the angry Duke back.

Whether the Duke’s earlier kick had been too powerful or the system had hit another bizarre bug, his avatar was now walking in a strange, bent-over posture. Jiang Yi tilted his head. What on earth is this? I can’t go see the Duke looking like this.

He pulled up the action list and commanded “Jiang Cheng” to perform a standard backflip. The movement was fluid, but once it was over, the awkward posture remained.

He didn’t forget to type, either, constantly hitting the keys to send: “Your Grace, where are you?” So, on that short cobblestone path, “Jiang Cheng” went along backflipping, practicing Tai Chi, and doing high-kicks. all while calling out in a pleasant voice: “Your Grace, where are you?”

“Your Grace, where are you?” “Your Grace, where are you!” “Your Grace, where are you?”

Hiding in a corner, Felix Cheng found the voice incredibly noisy. It started off normal, but as it went on, the tone became windier and windier, sounding almost like a song. He followed the sound along a path lined with wildflowers and stopped behind a ruined wall.

The voice was getting louder. Felix hesitated before gripping the edge of the wall with both hands and carefully peeking his head out, his messy, long hair spilling down. Caught in the warm breeze blowing from behind, Felix saw a very lively figure.

The man possessed a radiant smile that few people had; when it bloomed on his lips, it felt as though golden sunlight had instantly filled the deserted path. He stood there tall and straight, like a young, vibrant poplar tree.

But.

Felix stared at his excessively flailing limbs and quickly looked away, retreating behind the wall. Is this man doing a tap dance? It was so… crude.

An elegant gentleman of the nobility could not abide such uncouth dancing. Moreover, this wasn’t even traditional tap dancing; he suspected it was a “modified” version. No, it was a “degraded” version. The constant jumping and falling made the man look like a frog in a pond, croaking as he leaped.

Is this guy really a nobleman from a distant land?

There were too many suspicious things about this tutor. Felix lowered his head in thought, resting a finger near his chin. He needed to carefully weigh the difficulty of exploiting Jiang Cheng. If a moment of carelessness made his freedom unreachable, he would be very angry.

“Your Grace, so you were here.”

A clearly smiling voice suddenly reached Felix’s ears, startling him into pressing back against the wall.

“Your Grace, if you keep hiding from me, I shall be very sad.”

The pleading voice was intentionally softened. In a daze, Felix felt “Jiang Cheng’s” warm breath brush against his ear as the man propped his arms against the wall, effectively trapping Felix in that small space.

“Go away,” Felix said. Felix: Beep-beep.

“Your Grace, I am always mindful of my status. Please forgive my rudeness this time.”

“Jiang Cheng” lowered his head and bent his right knee slightly, making Felix’s gaze rest on the top of his head. His thick hair looked incredibly soft and fluffy. But a moment later, “Jiang Cheng” lost his balance and leaned forward; his knee slid between Felix’s legs, pressing against the wall.

The two were suddenly much closer.

“Oh, Jiang Cheng,” let out a soft cry of frustration as his forehead grazed Felix’s cheek. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I am so sorry, Your Grace.”

Felix lowered his lashes and observed him calmly. The man’s mouth was full of apologies, said over and over, yet what was he actually doing?

“If you can forgive me, I will do anything you ask.”

Anything? Though this man was foolish, annoying, and occasionally crude, Felix was somewhat satisfied to hear those words. Without a doubt, in this absurd world, Jiang Cheng was the only “special” existence in his heart.

Felix suddenly grabbed “Jiang Cheng’s” collar, his fingertips tracing the intricate buttons for a moment before he looked up and pulled the man down forcefully.

“Ah.”

“Jiang Cheng” let out a light cry. His footing was unstable, and he tumbled straight into Felix’s embrace, his body thudding against him.

It must be momentum. “Jiang Cheng,” thought.

His head tilted, and his slightly parted lips pressed against Felix’s neck. It wasn’t just a casual graze this time, but a deep, forceful kiss.

A real kiss.

“Jiang Cheng’s” breathing grew ragged; he felt as though he could never leave this spot. If he went just a bit lower, perhaps he could bite open the Duke’s collar, kiss the collarbone, and reach even further. That would surely make them both very happy.

“I am so sorry, Your Grace,” Jiang Cheng murmured, his lips lingering. He struggled to offer the apology even as he clung to Felix stubbornly, tentatively increasing the pressure of the kiss.

“That’s enough.”

Felix gave the man’s head a light, dissatisfied pat and pushed the clinging tutor away. It was too much; it was already enough. This brief moment of physical contact was sufficient for him to leave this wretched place.

“Your Grace.”

“Jiang Cheng” seemed to be speaking with his hot breath. He stared at Felix in a daze, rubbing his reddened lips with a clenched fist.

“I said, that’s enough,” Felix repeated. Suddenly remembering the man couldn’t hear him, he took the man’s hand and wrote a few words in his palm with a fingertip:

 Take me away.

Having his palm traced by those soft fingertips left “Jiang Cheng” in a state of dizzying euphoria until he realized what those words meant.

Good heavens! God Almighty! Duke Felix Cheng wants to elope with him!

Ah, eloping. What should one do when eloping with a Duke? No, first, he had to think about where to go.

The Duke liked warm places. There would need to be a large flower room filled with colorful blooms and many trees, so the Duke could see the birds when he woke up. Oh, and he had to prepare a vegetable patch to grow the greens the Duke loved to eat. Most importantly, he needed to find a high-paying job, or perhaps become a pirate, in short, the Duke must have countless riches and jewels.

The Duke wants to elope with me! “Jiang Cheng” couldn’t stop the silly grin on his face.

“Hey, idiot.”

Felix watched “Jiang Cheng” for a while and spoke up anyway, even though the other person heard nothing and would only say strange things.

“Apologies, apologies, Your Grace.” “Jiang Cheng” shifted bashfully, clasping his hands. He looked up with a flushed but still handsome face. “I wanted to ask… is there anywhere Your Grace would like to go?”

Good question. Felix affirmed him in his mind. Then, he pulled a thick book from his ceremonial robe, skillfully flipped to a bookmarked page, and showed it to “Jiang Cheng.”

The book depicted a forest. The final illustration showed ancient, towering trees; the vast forest was shrouded in gloom, and a raven perched on the nearest high branch, staring at the reader with pitch-black eyes.

“Jiang Cheng” recognized the place.

The Kreegan Forest. The legendary resting place of the Dark Wizard.

The final bell of the cathedral rang out, its echo slowly fading into the distance, signaling the end of morning prayers. The worshippers left with smiles on their faces. The sun reached its zenith, and the golden light, like melted honey, was spread gently over every corner of the town.

The bakery run by the elf was always eye-catching; its roof, which seemed to be inlaid with shards of glass, glittered in the sun. Approaching it, the air was thick with the warm scent of freshly baked bread and the sweetness of marshmallows, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

Felix Cheng’s footsteps came to a silent halt.

To facilitate his escape from the cathedral, he was no longer wearing the heavy, dignified robes but a simpler outfit. A white shirt with a ruffled collar, combined with exquisite detailing, made his tall, slender figure exceptionally striking. The layers of soft lace at the collar were like blooming petals, gently framing his sharp jawline and softening the coldness usually found in his brow.

“Jiang Cheng” had even re-combed his hair, using a light-colored ribbon to tie it loosely to the side, bringing it over his shoulder. He looked like an elegant scholar.

Felix liked this outfit, so he didn’t mind the fact that “Jiang Cheng” had suddenly “produced” the clothes. He had always known this guy used magic. He didn’t ask because he wanted Jiang Cheng to explain it to him personally.

“What are you looking at?”

Following Felix’s gaze, “Jiang Cheng” noticed the bakery filled with various sweets and understood instantly. His Duke really did love all kinds of desserts, especially the cloyingly sweet ones. The Duke always had a strong palate.

“Does Your Grace want to eat some bread?”

Felix didn’t respond; he just watched.

“I understand. I’ll go buy some soft and delicious bread for Your Grace right away.”

Having said this, “Jiang Cheng” walked cheerfully into the bakery, paid the elf a few gold coins, and came out clutching an assortment of sweets.

“I didn’t know what Your Grace would like, so I bought a bit of everything. Please, have a taste.”

Clutching the bread, “Jiang Cheng” now smelled delicious too.

Felix offered a faint smile. As he took a breadstick, he stepped forward and pressed a kiss against “Jiang Cheng’s” cheek.

He was going to enjoy his food in freedom.

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