How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 69 - He was worse than those shameless women (2)
Erik's voice interrupted her thoughts. "What do you want to say to me?"
His voice was as chilly and magnetic as ever.
Bo Li's scalp tightened. She habitually rubbed her ears. "I want to explain something to you."
"What?"
"I think there's a misunderstanding between us," Bo Li sincerely said, "When I praise Theodore, I'm not affirming his talent. After I've seen your talents, no one else's talent can amaze me anymore."
He suddenly asked, "What talents do I have?"
Bo Li paused for a moment in surprise. "Magic tricks, ventriloquism, music, hypnosis… The old trainer said you're renowned for building trap doors and secret rooms, but I think your achievements in architecture are far more than that."
She wiped her cold sweat from her forehead. She almost blurted out that he was a master architect.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and braked in time. He hadn't told her yet that he also dabbled in architecture.
Erik didn't speak.
Bo Li continued to say, "You might think I'm saying this to win you over…. I'm not, really. You're the most talented person I've ever met. You know things that most people can't master even if they dedicate their entire lives to learning it. You're already a master in those fields."
In order to appease him, she racked her brains to praise him.
"You've changed my perception of what a genius entails… Under this circumstance, how can I sincerely praise Theodore?"
He indifferently said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is, don't be angry~" Bo Li turned around and held his hand. "I know your attitude towards mediocre people. I won't praise Theodore like that anymore."
Erik also wanted to ask himself why he was angry.
Just like she said, Theodore was a mediocre person. He had no positive points other than his unusual height.
Although Theodore was one foot and seven inches taller than him, he could strangle Theodore with one hand. Theodore would be hapless without the strength to fight back.
Theodore was tall, bulky, slow to react, and had low willpower. He could easily hypnotize Theodore into killing himself without even using psychological hunts.
So, why did he get angry because she praised Theodore? As soon as he thought of how she treated everyone equally and would generously praise anyone - regardless of their talent, he could barely suppress his anger.
The crux wasn't him. It was her.
As long as he killed her, that swollen pit in his chest would disappear. Everything would return to normal. His thoughts wouldn't be thrown into chaos because of her words.
He stared at her neck and slowly put his hand on it.
She wasn't guarded against him. She slightly tilted her head in response and pressed her cheek against his black leather glove.
He didn't notice that his heart skipped a beat when she drew closer to him.
He just coldly stared at her throat. With just a little bit of force, her breathing, her voice, her body temperature, her heartbeat, her pulse… would disappear without a trace. From then on, Polly Clermont would cease to exist.
She suddenly grabbed his wrist and gently kissed his black glove. "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Her kiss numbed him from his fingers to his spine. He wanted to shove her head away.
At that moment, he noticed her lips - bright red, wet, and so soft. He could see her neat teeth when she opened her mouth to speak. Her lips looked so soft.
He looked at her lips and was possessed by an urge to slip something inside, a finger or a tongue-
That thought startled him. He abruptly took a step back and tilted his head away from her. His breathing had become uneven.
Her lips seemed branded into his eyes. He felt a pang in his temples, and his heart was beating violently.
Puzzled, Bo Li asked, "What's wrong?"
After many seconds passed, his slightly hoarse voice finally sounded in her ears. "... I'm not angry."
Bo Li pretended to believe him. "That's for the best."
Erik turned around as if he was going to leave.
It was only then that Bo Li remembered an important matter and hastily grabbed his hand. She wasn't paying attention and accidentally laced her fingers with his.
Before Bo Li could react, he yanked his hand away. He asked in an unsteady voice, "Something else?"
Bo Li already had a rough grasp of his temper. If she reminded him to not go overboard in his playing and kill those three gentlemen, he would probably get angry again.
She hadn't figured out why he was so angry. It couldn't be that he was going through a teenager's rebellious phase, right?
She had to go back to her old trick of using physical touch to get him to accept her words.
Bo Li stepped forward and hugged him.
Once again, she felt his strong masculine allure. She wasn't imagining it. The muscles on his shoulders, his back, his waist, his abdomen had become firmer. He was no longer a tall skeleton.
"I have another favor to ask you," Bo Li whispered, "I know you're a very sensible person and that you're doing me a big favor by taking charge of the performance… but I still hope you won't scare those people too much in tomorrow's show."
She showed a crafty smile. "I hope they can be conscious to witness their disgrace. It would be letting them off too easily if they faint like Henry. Please?"
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his white mask.
This wasn't her first time kissing his mask, but just like every preceding time, his scalp tingled, and his ears felt hot. He had goosebumps. It felt like something was growing in his chest and causing him sharp pain that wouldn't go away.
By the time he returned to his senses, his hands had pinch her jaw to force her to open her mouth.
She looked perplexed, but was very cooperative with letting him pinch her face.
And yet, her submission only made him angrier. He was always angry lately. This uncontrollable, intense emotion was so out-of-character from his usual calm and restrained self.
He stared at her lips without moving. If he gave into that impulse and put his finger inside, would it calm the anger in his heart? But, it was obvious that it was his tongue and not his finger that he wanted to put in.
Her lips were so soft.
He was worse than those shameless women. Her lips were so soft. Could they hold his tongue?
What made his scalp tingle even more was that she tilted her head and kissed his fingers through his black glove. What was she thinking?
For a moment, he actually felt jealous of his black glove.
Bo Li didn't notice his strangeness and continued to ask, "So you agree?"
His hearing was so acute. He could hear her breathing, swallowing, and even the sound of her saliva accumulating at the back of her tongue.
Those subtle sounds seemed to cause a terrible heat and sharp pang in his eardrums. After a while, he whispered, "... Yes."