Chapter 169 Two-Way Control

Luo Qinglin became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He was so upset that he crushed Jiang Yanyu without giving him any chance to reply.

"Jiang Yanyu, before I met you, I had no hands or feet, and my job and savings were all blown by the wind, or fell from the sky?"

"I usually act like a spoiled child and listen to you, just to add some interest to our relationship and keep things fresh. Do you really think I'm the kind of dodder that wants to be free even though I'm helpless and under house arrest?"

In the end, Luo Qinglin felt that Mandarin affected his output and even got so angry that he switched to dialect.

"You are so imaginative, why don't you become a screenwriter and pursue your dream of being in the entertainment industry? I think your head has been hit by a hammer, and you are just bludgeoning!"

Southwestern dialect sounds fierce and menacing. Jiang Yanyu couldn't understand it and could only guess from the tone that Luo Qinglin was scolding him.

The two looked at each other, their eyes wide open, and suddenly fell silent, neither of them saying a word.

Luo Qinglin took a short break, took a breath, and continued arguing, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Jiang Yanyu coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, "What did you mean by the last sentence? I don't understand..."

He said a long paragraph before, but Jiang Yanyu only paid attention to the last sentence?

The anger that had just subsided a little came up again, so Luo Qinglin simply switched to English and continued speaking.

"Mr. Jiang, I have to say that you have such a brilliant imagination, you should go to Hollywood to be a director. It's a waste of your talent and time to just date me."

Luo Qinglin's British accent was not standard. He used rolled tongue on several words, which was more American style. Jiang Yanyu wanted to correct his pronunciation.

Of course, Jiang Yanyu was not a fool with low emotional intelligence. He knew that if he found fault now, Canary would be even more angry.

Jiang Yanyu resisted the urge to correct him, and lowered his voice to ask, "You usually pretend. Saying that you like punishment is pretending, and calling me 'brother' is also acting? Luo Qinglin, you don't actually like doing this, right?"

Not only is the vixen mentally fragile and extremely insecure, she now also likes to nitpick over words, and only listens to the least important sentence out of ten.

Forget it, what’s the point of him and Jiang Yanyu getting angry?

Even if he got angry, Jiang Yanyu would not hear the point and would only become anxious and crazy. She had to ask him to explain everything and coax her.

It's obvious that Jiang Yanyu is the troublemaker.

Luo Qinglin sighed, took off the funny sunglasses on his face and put them aside.

"Come here," Luo Qinglin waved at the man and ordered softly, "I want a hug, hurry up."

Jiang Yanyu stood there, frowned slightly, stared at Luo Qinglin's eyes which had obviously softened, pursed his lips, and slowly walked over.

When he reached the couch, Jiang Yanyu stopped, still feeling awkward. He stood in front of Luo Qinglin without moving, not bending down to hug him.

Luo Qinglin sighed softly, grabbed his wrist, pulled it down, and pulled him on top of himself.

Afraid of hurting Luo Qinglin, Jiang Yanyu leaned on the side with his elbows to support his upper body, leaving some space and just resting his head lightly on the side of his neck.

"Brother, I was wrong just now. I'm not pretending. I act like a spoiled child and listen to you because I want to. I am also happy to do so and I like to do this." Luo Qinglin explained.

Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu's tightly pursed lips relaxed a little, which was much better than the awkward expression just now.

Luo Qinglin pinched his face with both hands, pulled him closer to him, and put his forehead against his. "I don't need to grow up anymore. I am an independent adult and I know what I am doing."

"Going out and working independently is the life Qin Xiaoxi chose, and being with you is the life I chose. Do you understand?" Luo Qinglin asked.

Jiang Yanyu did not answer. The difficulty and uneasiness in his eyes disappeared a little, but he was still worried about something and could not speak easily.

"What else are you afraid of? Tell me." Luo Qinglin touched his face and asked patiently.

Jiang Yanyu looked at those beautiful eyes in silence, and Luo Qinglin did not urge him, but just waited quietly for him to speak without a trace of impatience.

After staring at each other for a while, Jiang Yanyu finally asked, "Luo Qinglin, what do you like about me? What is it about me that makes you love me?"

Luo Qinglin thought he was just simply being upset and nervous, but she never imagined that it had become so serious that she had to question their relationship.

"Like is like, it's a feeling, why do I need a reason? It's not like writing code. I have to list one, two, three and pay attention to algorithm logic." Luo Qinglin was puzzled.

Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu's expression suddenly turned bad, and his eyes dimmed, "You can't say it at all, right? You simply..."

——You don’t love me at all, you just love the me in your imagination, right?

Jiang Yanyu didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear that this sentence would remind Luo Qinglin, making him realize that this was the fact, suddenly wake up, and leave her.

Luo Qinglin sighed, thinking that the fox spirit really had nine tails, each of which was full of emotional factors, and the degree of sensitivity and anxiety was far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Can you really say it? Then tell me, what do you love about me? List them one by one. I want to see how many you can list." Luo Qinglin said.

"Kind, gentle, can cook, hardworking, pretty face, pretty butt..."

Luo Qinglin felt embarrassed and got goose bumps when he heard this, so he quickly interrupted, "Stop, stop, stop! Don't say anymore, it makes me uncomfortable!"

Jiang Yanyu stopped talking, looking at Luo Qinglin disappointedly with an expression that said "You really don't love me".

"Okay, stop looking at me like that," Luo Qinglin glared at him and asked, "If having a beautiful butt... a beautiful butt can be considered a reason, then can't I say that I love you for your muscles and good figure?"

Jiang Yanyu did not reply, and his disappointment did not diminish. It was obvious that he did not take Luo Qinglin's question seriously and did not hear it.

Luo Qinglin sighed, changed his tone to patient, and said softly: "Jiang Yanyu, if you meet someone with the same characteristics as me again, and he has the characteristics you mentioned, will you change your mind?"

Jiang Yanyu was unhappy to hear this and retorted: "There will never be another person who has the same characteristics as you. You are unique."

"What if that happens? Will you change your mind? Answer me." Luo Qinglin said.

"I won't change my mind. I will only love you."

"Then don't you think that this contradicts your insistence on listing reasons? You obviously like these characteristics because you like me, not because I have these characteristics that you like me."

Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was enlightened, and stared at Luo Qinglin in a daze.

"If you like me because of these characteristics, then you can also like anyone with these characteristics. Jiang Yanyu, will you do the same?" Luo Qinglin asked.

The meticulous logic made Jiang Yanyu suddenly realize, and his memories flowed back to a long time ago, when he first met Luo Qinglin.

Does he like the qualities listed?

No, he clearly hated kind and gentle people at that time. He thought such people were hypocritical, stupid, and mentally ill, and he looked down on such people.

At first, he laughed at Luo Qinglin in his heart, wondering how there could be such a stupid person who didn't know how to be lazy at work, was very rigid, couldn't even feed himself, and yet still took care of others.

It was obvious that he slowly accepted these qualities because he liked Luo Qinglin, but in the long river of time, he forgot that the heartbeat only began with the amazement at the first sight.

Her delicate eyebrows softened, her restrained thoughts emerged, and Jiang Yanyu asked anxiously, "If the feeling you like disappears..."

Luo Qinglin interrupted in time, "Will your feelings disappear?"

"No." Jiang Yanyu replied.

"Then I won't either," Luo Qinglin smiled and finally softened, "I love you just as much as you do, and I will never disappear."

After getting the answer, Jiang Yanyu leaned down and wanted to kiss those rosy thin lips, but stopped before kissing, as if he remembered something else.

Luo Qinglin had already closed his eyes and prepared himself, but the kiss was slow to fall, so he had no choice but to open his eyes and urged, "What else are you afraid of? Tell me now!"

"Do you... really like the work I arranged for you, and like my abnormal desire for control? I want to hear the truth, Luo Qinglin, don't lie to me, don't pretend to make me happy." Jiang Yanyu's tone was urgent, and he had to get the real answer.

Luo Qinglin sighed softly and pulled the person in front of him.

"Do you think you can control me?" Luo Qinglin asked.

With tiny breaths stacked up, Luo Qinglin stared at the pair of eyes that wanted an answer, and suddenly chuckled, saying in a charming voice: "Brother, I want a kiss."

Then, the innocent peach blossom eyes changed suddenly, becoming delicate and alluring, like ripples on a winter night, inviting people to fall in.

"Please, brother, kiss me, okay?" Luo Qinglin said tenderly.

"Brother, BB wants a kiss, please."

Although their lips were only a few centimeters apart, Luo Qinglin did not move forward to kiss her. Instead, he used the method of "showing weakness and begging for mercy" to seduce her and induce her to kiss him actively.

His mind was confused and his will was destroyed. He could only hold on for a few seconds before Jiang Yanyu leaned over and was about to give her a kiss.

Before their lips touched, Luo Qinglin suddenly turned his head and let the kiss fall on his cheek.

"Now, do you still think you are in control of me?" Luo Qinglin chuckled and said tenderly, "Brother, is BB in control of you now?"

Whether pretending to be straight or acting coquettishly and showing weakness, they are just insignificant means. What Luo Qinglin wanted was always the everlasting love from Jiang Yanyu.

Luo Qinglin raised his head slightly and leaned close to Jiang Yanyu's ear, "It's never you who controls me, but I who controls you, brother."

His breathing suddenly became heavy, Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin, pulled him away, pressed him down on the couch, and tied him up with shackles.

Luo Qinglin smiled with satisfaction, covered the back of Jiang Yanyu's hand, and did not struggle, "I don't care what kind of filming work or punishment you give me, I just like to see you lose control for me."

"This is how much I want to control you. It's not normal, right?"

Luo Qinglin smiled deliberately and said, "But as long as we are all abnormal, then it is normal."

"Kiss me, brother," Canary moaned seductively, "I am yours, please kiss me, okay?"

Jiang Yanyu stared into those eyes filled with emotion, as if he was back to the day when Luo Qinglin was kidnapped.

It turns out that whether there is medicine or not, Luo Qinglin will do this, using these eyes to confuse him, using the poison that seems to be weak but is actually in control to control him, in order to get what he wants.

"You belong to me alone, and you will never control others, right?" Jiang Yanyu finally confirmed before compromising.

"Yes, I will only listen to you," Luo Qinglin said sarcastically with a smile, "because I am yours."

All the insecurities disappeared.

His canary was never at a disadvantage, only he was.

He was the first to fall in love with Luo Qinglin, the first to use tricks to seduce Luo Qinglin, and he thought he had Luo Qinglin under his control, but in fact he was just being controlled.

It doesn't matter.

Jiang Yanyu thought, as long as Luo Qinglin liked it and wouldn't get tired of it, he was willing to lose control in front of Luo Qinglin.

A large amount of air rushed into the respiratory tract. Luo Qinglin chuckled and consciously exposed the tip of his red tongue outside his lips to moisten his lips, inviting people to kiss him and bully him.

The intimacy that had been missing for several days was finally made up on this day.

The biting made the smell of blood spread, as if the punishment was not enough, the palm was restless, crossing the white cloth, trying to hide in the deep ditch.

The tightly closed door of desire was knocked upon, without hesitation or gentle inquiry for consent.

Luo Qinglin's heart tightened, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking directly into those amber eyes.

There was no pity in his eyes, only a kind of submission that was not quite obedient, as if he was saying: "I am willing to be controlled by you, but I want corresponding bargaining chips."

After looking at each other for a while, Luo Qinglin's tension gradually disappeared, and finally he slowly closed his eyes, silently agreeing.

With his fingers clenched on the fluff on the chaise longue, Luo Qinglin kissed her half-heartedly, his attention focused elsewhere.

"Still scared?"

Sensing Luo Qinglin's nervousness, Jiang Yanyu stood up, separated his lips, and asked in a cold voice, "Don't you eat well and exercise every day just to gain back your original weight? You are afraid of this, what are you going to do when that happens?"

Submission has a price.

Jiang Yanyu was unwilling to give in easily. Even if he accepted the control, he still struggled, and his tone was inevitably cold.

Luo Qinglin softened his voice and begged for mercy, which was his best move, in exchange for the gentleness he wanted. "Brother, hug me. As long as you hug me, I won't be afraid."

Jiang Yanyu knew clearly that Canary was acting, using fake crying sounds to lure him into changing his attitude and not resisting with such a cold attitude.

"Hug me, I want to be hugged, brother."

"Please."

"Please, brother."

As long as Jiang Yanyu remains unmoved, Luo Qinglin will keep "begging for mercy" until he achieves his goal.

Dry heart, dry mouth, depression, itchy hands.

Having heard this kind of pleas for mercy countless times, Jiang Yanyu could not produce any immune antibodies and could not resist this little trick that could be easily seen through. Instead, he felt allergic and itchy all over.

After a long sigh, Jiang Yanyu finally agreed, stood up, carried Luo Qinglin off the bed, and walked steadily to the third floor with him in his arms.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Luo Qinglin asked.

"Well, the lubricant is in the bedside table."

The fingers on Canary's back suddenly tightened, which was a sign that Canary was nervous. Jiang Yanyu turned his head and kissed Luo Qinglin on the forehead soothingly, without stopping.

"Be good, don't be afraid." Jiang Yanyu soothed him gently, finally evoking a smile to coax Canary, who was trying to suppress his nervousness.

As you move up the floors, you will reach your destination.

Luo Qinglin glanced at the bedside table, his cheeks flushed unconsciously, and he asked in a low voice: "When did you prepare it? I don't even know..."

Jiang Yanyu smiled softly and replied, "I've been ready for a long time."

Being gently placed on the bed, sleeping between the soft thin blankets, Luo Qinglin stared at the man's beautiful and slender fingers, swallowed unconsciously, and asked: "Brother, can you hold me and kiss me all the time?"

Jiang Yanyu opened the drawer of the bedside table, squeezed the coldness into his hands and warmed them up, "Okay, I will hold you forever."