Chapter 91: Chapter 91: I Saw Mortir Quincy Wanting to Kiss Holly Winslow’s Face
"Hopper" was stunned by his sudden move. When she ca to her senses, her face flushed red. She used the two round plaques to shield her cheeks. "Mortir Quincy, let go of ."
Right then, Mortir didn’t care about the stares from others. He only wanted to hear "Hopper" say "I love you." Still, he didn’t just stand there and let everyone watch. He grabbed her wrist and led her out of the crowd.
Gabe Chaucer, who was standing nearby and hadn’t had a chance to say anything, was left speechless. "..."
Watching the two of them leave the crowd, Pantheon let go of Paul Powell and the others. With the sour grapes of a single guy, he said, "See? Mortir only needs his cousin. He doesn’t need you big lugs getting in the way."
Paul Powell rubbed his nose and tutted a few tis. "TSK TSK. Mortir is choosing his girl over his friends more and more. But if I had a soft, adorable cousin, I’d dote on her just like he does."
Zeke Zane rolled his eyes at him. "Rook, I think you need to get your eyes checked."
Pantheon nodded in agreent. "Definitely."
Paul Powell felt like the two of them were always "targeting" him lately. He gave them both a light punch in annoyance. "You’re the ones who need to go to the hospital!"
Chase Hawkins, who had been silent the whole ti, suddenly said sothing shocking. "I’m starting to think Mortir and his cousin have sothing going on."
Before anyone else could react, he clasped his hands together and said with great sincerity, "Lord have rcy. What a sin, what a sin. How depraved of ."
The others: "..."
Pantheon and Zeke Zane were speechless.
Paul Powell burst out laughing. "HA HA!" Then he shot Chase Hawkins a disdainful look. "Quincy, have you been reading too much smut? Your mind is in the gutter!"
The supposedly depraved Chase Hawkins didn’t acknowledge the first part of the accusation. "Get outta here. My tastes aren’t as heavy as yours. You’re the one reading stuff like *Nine Wives Fell for * and *The Four Heavenly Consorts*."
At that, the other guys all looked at Paul Powell. Pantheon roared with laughter. "HA HA! I never would’ve guessed, Rook! You want a girl on each arm? Does Luna Lynch know about this?"
A blush crept over Paul Powell’s tan face. He retorted unnaturally, "No, I don’t! Stop talking nonsense." With that, he walked away, looking guilty.
...
anwhile, Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy returned to the classroom. Mortir was covered in sweat and was about to grab a short-sleeved shirt from his drawer to change into when he noticed an extra bottle of soda and a note. "Mortir, you can do it! —V.W."
Before Holly could even figure out who it was from, that rascal Mortir, with a cold expression, tossed the soda into the trash can, looking thoroughly annoyed.
Holly Winslow: "..."
Seeing her staring at the trash can, Mortir’s lips curled into a smirk. "Want a drink? Your hubby will take you to buy one later."
The classroom was empty, so he closed the front door, drew the curtains, and stripped off his shirt to change right in front of Holly.
His torso was exposed to the air.
Holly’s eyes widened. She ntally counted... a six-pack. Ahem. She couldn’t resist reaching out and poking one. "Hubby, since when did you have abs?" she asked curiously.
Mortir hadn’t expected her to touch him, and a tingling sensation shot through his body.
Shit!
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. "Abs? Your hubby was born with ’em."
"Want to feel? It’s free."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Who’s afraid of who? If he wants
to touch them, I’ll touch them.’
She squeezed his sowhat hard chest, then poked it again.
The next second, Mortir had her pinned against the windowsill. Her stool clattered loudly to the floor.
The boy lowered his head and kissed Holly aggressively. She instinctively tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to retreat.
"Mmph... This is the classroom."
A few minutes later, Mortir satisfyingly let go of Holly, who was leaning limply against the window. He unhurriedly picked up the white short-sleeved shirt and pulled it on.
He looked at Holly, her face flushed and her breathing slightly ragged, and raised an eyebrow. "Wifey, when we get ho, your hubby will let you feel him up all you want. From top to bottom."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Feel you up my ass.’
Seeing her face turn an even deeper shade of red, Mortir leaned in mischievously and gave her cheek a light nip. "If my wifey is that desperate to touch
right now, then I guess your hubby can reluctantly agree."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She said disdainfully, "I don’t want to touch you! There’s barely any at on you anyway. Go on, get away from ! Mortir! You! Pervert!"
Hearing her "barely any at" comnt, Mortir gave her chest a aningful look. Holly Winslow: "..."
"Mortir Quincy, I’m never speaking to you again!! I’m mad! We’re done!!"
Furious and embarrassed, she pushed him away, squeezed out from her seat, and stord out of the classroom.
...
As evening self-study was about to end, Holly got hungry and had a craving for instant noodles, but that rascal Mortir wouldn’t let her have any.
She wrote a note and passed it to Mortir: "I want instant noodles. No objections. All objections are void."
Mortir turned to look at her, frowning slightly. Holly puffed up her cheeks, her expression leaving no room for negotiation.
After a dozen seconds or so, Mortir gave in with a helpless but fond expression. He ruffled his ssy hair and stated his condition: "Once every two months."
Holly readily agreed.
The mont evening self-study ended, Mortir and Holly ran to the school store. Otherwise, they’d get stuck in a long line.
Because he was matching Holly’s pace, Mortir didn’t run too fast. By the ti they got to the store, quite a few people were already there.
Mortir went to grab the instant noodles while Holly got in line. A few minutes later, they went to the hot water room to prepare them, and finally ended up squatting on the steps to eat.
By now, the steps were almost completely full of students.
Holly looked at Mortir, who was holding his own cup of noodles beside her, and giggled. "HEH HEH. Moira, let
have a couple of bites of your pickled vegetable flavor later."
"Give
a kiss first," Mortir said, tilting his head.
Holly Winslow: "..."
Once the noodles were ready, she took her fork, snatched a mouthful from Mortir’s bowl, and quickly slurped it down. But the noodles were too hot. She opened her mouth, trying to cool them down for a long mont.
Mortir held his hand out by her mouth. "Spit it out."
Holly swallowed. "HEH HEH," she giggled. "I swallowed it."
Mortir: "..."
Seeing her defiant "no way" expression, he laughed in exasperation and gave her a light rap on the head. "Don’t co crying to
when your tongue is covered in blisters."
He picked up a forkful of noodles, bent his head to blow on it a few tis, and held it to her lips. "Here, eat."
Holly’s eyes crinkled into a smile. She leaned in and whispered flatteringly, "Hubby, you’re the best."
Then she ate from his fork.
Mortir chuckled. "You’re pretty great too, wifey. How about you feed your hubby a forkful?"
Holly generously fed him a forkful.
Zeke Zane, who absolutely had to have a late-night snack every day: "..."
A roar from the depths of his soul: ’What did I do to deserve this?’
「Dorm Room」
On the balcony, Valerie Walsh, Jade Sullivan, and Lilian Upton were rinsing their mouths and washing their faces.
Jade Sullivan whispered to Valerie Walsh, "Val, don’t you think Holly and Mortir have been getting really close?"
Valerie Walsh thought back to the scene of Mortir holding Holly that morning. She paused her toothbrushing for a mont, but then rembered their "cousin" relationship. "It’s normal. I’m the sa way with my brother."
Lilian Upton disagreed. "I think they’re way too intimate. My cousin and I never hug and cuddle like that. One ti, I even saw Mortir try to kiss Holly’s cheek."
Just as Holly returned, she happened to overhear Lilian’s comnt. She paused, glanced at the three of them, then looked away and started to wash up.
Lilian and the others hadn’t expected Holly to overhear them talking behind her back. Usually, Holly didn’t co back until just before lights-out.
The three of them exchanged a look and fell silent.
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