Ch.137 Male Lead and Supporting Male Lead PK (1)

Translator: Kitty Jiu

He said that he likes her? He minds if she walks too close to other guys?

Ye Peicheng’s sudden confession caused Qiao Moyu to be at a loss. Her lips twitched: “Ah, you are being serious here?”

Looking at her muddled state, Ye Peicheng’s eyes turned lively once again: “What do you think?”

Qiao Moyu shook her head, speaking very sincerely: “I don’t have any experience, I don’t know!”

“Now you have it, and now you know.” Ye Peicheng closed in on Qiao Moyu. Ink-like dark pupils locked on Qiao Moyu, the body also sticking closer. She couldn’t avoid him; her back was already pressed to the wall.

Qiao Moyu truly was inexperienced. In her previous world, she looked like Doraemon. In short, she was round everywhere and absolutely cute.

The people who approached her were almost always doing so for the purpose of asking her to open the light for them. As for confessions, how would that even be possible? In everyone’s eyes, confessing to her would be like a blasphemy against the gods, okay?!

Then what should she do now? Qiao Moyu’s mind turned sluggish, and the distance between her and Ye Peicheng’s eyes grew shorter. She instinctively wanted to push him away, but halfway along her wrists were caught by Ye Peicheng.

Qiao Moyu blinked: “Senior Brother?”

Ye Peicheng felt his temples throb. What senior brother? The reason why he wanted to join her Taoist school was because he wanted to chase her!

He raised her hands, keeping them against the wall above her head. His deep voice was permeated with a signal of danger: “Moyu, I am not joking around with you. I hope that you will seriously consider my words just now!”

Qiao Moyu: “Oh.” She tried to maneuver her fingertips, causing Ye Peicheng to laugh: “Brother Ye, release me first!”

Her call of ‘Brother Ye’ made Ye Peicheng’s throat tighten, but in a moment, he recalled that Xing Yichen was stored in Qiao Moyu’s phone as ‘Brother Yichen”. In comparison to him just being called ‘Brother Ye’, that was obviously much more loving!

Just as he was about to say that, at the entrance, a small head poked out. Luo Luo’s mouth was still stuffed with a cuttlefish ball. His hand clung on the doorframe, his big eyes looking outside at the two people.

When he saw the scene displayed before him, Luo Luo’s mouth dropped open in shock. The cuttlefish ball dropped from his mouth.

“Ng–” The little guy didn’t know whether to feel regret over the food or do something else.

At that moment, Ye Peicheng and Qiao Moyu both turned their heads and looked at him.

Luo Luo saw that he was discovered, so he hurriedly raised his hands and covered his eyes.

Ye Peicheng had let go of Qiao Moyu already. He walked over and picked up Luo Luo: “Luo Luo, why are you covering your eyes?”

After he was picked up, the little guy still kept his lotus root hands in front of his chubby face: “On TV, people always kiss at this time! Auntie said, Bao Bao cannot look at people kissing!”

Qiao Moyu: “…”

She awkwardly smiled: “Luo Luo, people on TV speak nonsense! Your Sect Uncle and I were just practicing martial arts!”

After hearing that, the little guy finally put down his arms. He turned his head, facing Ye Peicheng and asking: “Sect Uncle, do you want to kiss Master?”

Ye Peicheng’s gaze fixed on her, his voice low and carrying deep meaning: “Yes.”

……

The three people returned to their table. This time, Qiao Moyu ate with exceptional seriousness, never raising her head for the entire duration of the meal.

She didn’t understand. How come Ye Peicheng suddenly liked her?

In the original book, Ye Peicheng’s feelings were never explicitly written about, but it was implied that he was waiting for Qiao Ruohuan.

Moreover, he was even a supporting male lead in the book. Aren’t all supporting male leads supposed to like the female lead? Yet, after Qiao Moyu transmigrated, she saw that Ye Peicheng didn’t seem to have even a lick of interest in Qiao Ruohuan!

Qiao Moyu sighed in her heart and wondered what went wrong with the plot.

Near the end of the meal, Qiao Moyu ate without relish. She finally cleaned off the plate and rubbed her stomach. She smiled across the table at Ye Peicheng: “Let’s go!”