Wild Crazy Male Lead's Forced Love, You Don't Want, I Want!

124: High Cold School Prince Forced Love 8Wen Ci knew Shen Mo was following her.

Starting last week, whenever she went to the convenience store after school, she would always catch a glimpse of his familiar figure through the gaps in the shelves.

When she went to the library on weekends, Shen Mo would ”coincidentally” appear in the adjacent reading area.

Even yesterday, she had only casually mentioned wanting to drink the milk tea from that shop on the east side of the city, and today during lunch break, that very milk tea appeared on her desk.

At this moment, Wen Ci stood under the cherry blossom tree at the school’s back gate, deliberately slowing her steps.

Through the glass reflection, she could see Shen Mo standing in the shadows of the corner, his gaze fixed on her back like a shadow.

”Wen Ci!” Zhou Yang, the Class Monitor for sports, jogged over, holding two tickets. ”There’s a concert this weekend, and I have an extra ticket. Do you want to come with me?”

Wen Ci’s peripheral vision caught the figure that suddenly straightened, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly: ”What concert is it?”

”It’s that band you shared on your Moments last week.” Zhou Yang scratched his head, his face a little red. ”I just happened to get tickets and thought you might like them...”

”Really?” Wen Ci took the tickets with a surprised look. ”I love them! Thank you!”

She deliberately raised her voice, ensuring every word reached Shen Mo’s ears.

Sure enough, a slight thud came from the corner, like a fist hitting a wall.

Zhou Yang smiled brightly: ”Then, Saturday afternoon at five, I’ll pick you up?”

”Okay, my home address is—”

”Wen Ci.” A cold voice interrupted her.

Shen Mo had appeared behind them at some point, his eyes behind his glasses terrifyingly dark. ”The Class Monitor is looking for you.”

”Ah? Now?” Wen Ci feigned surprise.

”Now.” Shen Mo’s tone was unquestionable.

Zhou Yang visibly flinched: ”Then, then I’ll go first, Wen Ci. See you Saturday.”

Shen Mo’s gaze was fixed on the concert ticket until Zhou Yang hurried away.

Wen Ci nonchalantly slipped the ticket into her pocket: ”Is the Class Monitor really looking for me?”

Shen Mo didn’t answer. He suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that she gasped.

He dragged Wen Ci through the empty corridor, kicked open the door of an empty classroom, and pushed her inside.

The sound of the door being locked echoed clearly in the silent classroom.

”Give me the ticket.” Shen Mo’s voice was frighteningly low.

Wen Ci leaned against the edge of the podium, tilting her head to look at him: ”Why? This is mine.”

Shen Mo advanced step by step until Wen Ci’s lower back pressed against the hard edge of the podium.

He reached into her pocket, pulled out the ticket, and tore it into pieces right in front of her.

”What are you doing!” Wen Ci feigned anger, reaching out to snatch it.

Shen Mo grabbed both her hands and held them above her head. With his other hand, he took off his glasses and tossed them aside.

Without the barrier of the lenses, the possessiveness in his eyes was startlingly raw.

”You’re not going.” His breath, smelling of mints, brushed Wen Ci’s face. ”Don’t smile at him, don’t accept anything from him.”

Wen Ci struggled with her wrists but couldn’t break free: ”Why not? You’re nothing to me.”

This sentence seemed to trigger a switch.

Shen Mo’s gaze suddenly turned dangerous. He released one hand, pulled off his school uniform tie, and in a few quick motions, bound Wen Ci’s wrists together.

”Shen Mo!” Wen Ci was genuinely a little panicked this time. ”What are you doing?”

Shen Mo didn’t answer. He just caressed her wrist, where red marks had appeared from the tie, his actions so gentle they starkly contrasted with his gloomy expression.

”Do you know what I think about every day?” He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. ”I think about your scent, your voice, the little dimples that appear when you smile.”

Wen Ci held her breath.

Shen Mo’s face was so close, she could count every one of his eyelashes.

”I want to lock you in a place only I know.” Shen Mo’s lips almost touched her earlobe. ”I want you to only look at me, only smile for me, only...”

His voice hitched, and he suddenly released her, stepping back two paces, tearing open the top button of his shirt as if he couldn’t breathe.

Wen Ci looked at Dr. Shen, who was usually calm and composed, now in such a disheveled state, and her heart rate accelerated.

She deliberately wiggled her bound hands: ”Shen Mo, are you confessing?”

Shen Mo’s eyes darkened: ”What if I said yes?”

”That’s too rough.” Wen Ci pouted. ”Who confesses while tying someone up?”

Shen Mo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly knelt on one knee and pulled a velvet box from his pocket.

When he opened it, inside was an exquisite silver chain with a small lock pendant.

”Wen Ci.” He looked up at her, his gaze obsessive and fervent. ”Be my girlfriend.”

This was not a request but a declaration.

Wen Ci looked down at the pendant and suddenly smiled: ”What if I say no?”

Shen Mo stood up, grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him: ”Then I don’t need you to like me.”

His thumb pressed against her lips. ”I just need you to belong to me.”

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was devoid of gentleness, more like a ritual of claiming ownership. Shen Mo’s teeth scraped against Wen Ci’s lips, and he tasted a hint of blood but refused to let go.

Only when Wen Ci went limp in his arms from lack of oxygen did he reluctantly release her.

”It hurts...” Wen Ci complained softly, her eyes reddening.

Shen Mo’s gaze softened instantly.

He untied his tie, tenderly kissing the red marks on her wrist: ”I’m sorry.” But this tenderness was fleeting; he gripped her chin, warning,

”But don’t challenge my patience again.”

Wen Ci leaned against his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat: ”Shen Mo, you’re really too much.”

Shen Mo’s body stiffened.

”But...” Wen Ci suddenly stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, ”I like your ’too much’.”

Shen Mo’s pupils contracted sharply. He held Wen Ci tightly, with such force that it felt like he wanted to meld her into his bones and blood.

”Say it again.” His voice trembled.

Wen Ci smiled and pushed him away: ”No. It’s time for class, Class Monitor.”

She turned to leave, but Shen Mo pulled her back into his arms.

He carefully put the necklace on her, his fingertips lingering on the lock-shaped pendant for a moment.

”Now you’re locked by me.” He whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a morbid satisfaction. ”Forever.”

After school, Shen Mo walked Wen Ci home as usual.

But today, he insisted on walking her all the way to her front door.

”You don’t have to...” Wen Ci stood downstairs at her apartment building, a little hesitant.

Shen Mo’s gaze darkened: ”I’ve already spoken to your aunt and uncle. Are you hiding something I can’t see?”

Wen Ci hadn’t expected him to have already spoken to her parents, but then again, it made sense; he was Shen Mo.

The eldest young master of the Shen family, known to everyone in Jing City, and her parents in this world were no exception; they were even eager for more connections between them.

”No...” Wen Ci bit her lip. ”Alright.”

In the elevator, Shen Mo stood behind Wen Ci, his hands braced against the walls on either side of her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

Wen Ci could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

”We’re here.” Wen Ci took out her key and opened the door.

Shen Mo’s gaze swept over a pair of men’s slippers in the entryway, and his face instantly darkened: ”Whose are those?”

”My dad’s.” Wen Ci couldn’t help but laugh. ”You wouldn’t think...”

Shen Mo didn’t answer. He simply strode into the living room, inspecting every corner like he was surveying his territory. Only after confirming there were no suspicious traces did his expression soften slightly.

”Sit down, I’ll go make some tea.” Wen Ci put down her school bag and walked towards the kitchen.