I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 18
“Hey.”
“Hehe, Edwin.”
As he turned around and our eyes met, seeing his flustered expression made me laugh.
The thought that Willai would be dropping out soon and those who had been annoying me would disappear made me feel good.
“Get on my back, otherwise, we’ll never get down these stairs.”
He sat down on the stairs as if to offer a ride, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He grabbed my legs, and I held on tight, not wanting to let go.
“Edwin, you know—”
“Yeah, yeah. Keep quiet.”
As we descended the stairs with me on his back, I could feel him sigh. His back against my chest felt incredibly warm, and it was comforting.
“I’ve taken the truth serum. You can ask me anything you want. I’ll tell you everything.”
At that, he stopped halfway down the stairs.
There was no one around. The other classes were in session.
He sighed again and continued down until we reached the first floor, not saying a word the entire way.
I didn’t want to get off, so I held onto his neck tighter, and he moved without complaint.
We arrived at the infirmary, but it was empty. Usually, the nurse should be there at this time.
“What… This is negligence.”
Edwin muttered irritably as he set me down on the bed and went to sign the visitor’s log at the entrance desk.
“Edwin, Edwin.”
“Don’t call me.”
“I’ve taken the truth serum. You can ask me anything you want. Why do I want to be friends with you, anything.”
His hand paused while holding the pen, then resumed writing, presumably jotting down his name and student number.
“Stay still.”
He put down the visitor’s log and came back to me.
“Edwin is really handsome.”
“…”
“Your eyes are really pretty.”
His deep red eyes sparkled like jewels.
“I hate my eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because it resembles my mother.”
His mother had passed away, and after her death, the Emperor lost his affection for him.
The Emperor struggled every time he saw Edwin because he was reminded of his first love, the late Empress.
The weight of his affection led the Emperor to avoid Edwin.
“Aren’t you curious why I’m like this?”
He sighed as he pushed me towards the bed. With his strong push, I slid smoothly onto it.
“No, I’m not curious.”
He was trying to pull up the sheet to my chin, so I grabbed his sleeve again.
“Why do you want to be friends with me? I told you I have nothing to give you.”
He couldn’t hold back, he asked me from the side as I looked into his eyes.
“I like you.”
That feeling was genuine.
I preferred Edwin over Illein in the original story.
But now, filled with a survival instinct strong enough to break through the truth serum, even if it meant making a false confession. I didn’t want a scenario involving a broken ankle and R19 scenes.
“I like you, Edwin.”
“I don’t.”
Edwin said so and let go of my hand.
“The professor will come, stay here.”
With that, he left me alone on the bed and walked out.
I wasn’t sure when the effects of the truth serum had started to wane, but by the time we reached the infirmary, I felt lucid enough to avoid saying things I didn’t want to.
And right now, I feel really good.
Willai, who had been tormenting me, would soon be gone.
Judging by Edwin’s reaction, it seemed right to continue behaving this way.
If he had liked a mysterious and aloof persona, then showing an unguarded and less mysterious side was undoubtedly the best strategy.
“Hehe.”
Somehow, feeling like I had escaped death, even in this haziness, reality felt precious.
I had no idea how long I had been in the infirmary. When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting, and someone was sitting beside me.
Thinking it was Damon, I looked up.
“Hello?”
It was Melias Wignum, so I instinctively greeted him.
“I heard there was an issue.”
“Yes, there was a bit of a situation.”
I thought about my parents’ intentions to marry me into the Wignum family to settle our debts.
Automatically, formal speech spilled out in his presence.
The lingering effects of the truth serum might still be affecting me, as I felt quite dazed.
I wasn’t supposed to reject Melias Wignum; rather, he was supposed to reject me.
With this thought, I looked at him blankly, but he was watching me with clear, focused eyes.
The infirmary was incredibly bright. The bed, the sheets, and even the curtains behind were all white.
The window was so large that, even though the lights were off, the setting sun filled the room with an orange glow.
Melias’s blond hair caught the sunset, turning it a fiery orange, almost like flames. His golden eyes seemed almost hawk-like.
Though his face was expressionless, his eyes were vibrant and intense.
“Try to avoid conspicuous actions.”
“Uh? Oh, yes.”
I responded automatically to his warning-like advice.
