Chapter 111 Don't Go

"Aren't you hiding from me?" This sentence accurately hurt Ji Siyun, instantly waking him up from the chaos of his impulsiveness.

His body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a trace of embarrassment and pain flashed in his eyes.

Originally, he just wanted to take one more look at her from a distance, but when he saw that the man had ill intentions, he simply couldn't stand by and watch. Now that his impulse had passed, huge panic and self-loathing overwhelmed him like a tide.

He didn't dare look into Song Youning's eyes, fearing that he would see the expected disgust and disdain in those cold eyes.

Ji Siyun subconsciously avoided her gaze, his jawline tensed, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, but he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't answer her questions, nor did he have the courage to face the situation that followed. However, he couldn't just let her leave alone while she was still drunk.

In the confusion and anxiety, his eyes caught sight of the empty wine glass on the table.

At this moment, he absurdly began to hate the effectiveness of the medicine - why was there no effect yet?

If he lost consciousness now, could he temporarily escape this suffocating confrontation?

Would it be possible...for me to stay with her naturally?

Once this thought arose, it wrapped around him like a vine, becoming the only clumsy life-saving straw he could grasp at the moment.

So, under Song Youning's scrutinizing and cold gaze, Ji Siyun's body shook violently. The hand that was originally supporting her became soft and powerless, and even the whole person seemed to have lost his bones, and fell uncontrollably towards Song Youning.

His hot forehead rested on the slightly cool crook of her neck, and his hot breath seemed to spray on her skin deliberately, with a faint smell of alcohol, but his movements were filled with a subtle tenderness.

"Ugh..." He let out a vague, painful groan, as if even supporting himself had become extremely difficult. His voice was sticky and nasal, "My head... I feel dizzy... I feel so uncomfortable..."

He began to tear his collar clumsily, the buttons broke, revealing his beautiful collarbone and a small red chest. His eyes were blurred and distracted, and he looked completely confused and at the mercy of others.

He even tried to rub his hot cheeks against her slightly cool skin, like a large dog seeking comfort but with poor acting skills.

Song Youning was stunned at first by his sudden and overly deliberate "drunken" state, and then he curled up a subtle smile.

No one knew better than her whether the wine had been spiked. The so-called "drugging" was simply a play she wrote and directed herself.

She arranged for that man to appear, and she deliberately put drugs in the wine glass for Ji Siyun to see, in order to force him to show up.

For this drama, she had cooperated with Meng Jiaxin for days, staged a high-profile marriage drama to stimulate him, and even came to the bar alone to get drunk tonight. It can be said that she had put a lot of effort into it.

Unexpectedly, this old-fashioned hero-saving-beauty plot actually tricked him out.

Seeing him with his eyes tightly closed and his eyelashes trembling, yet still unable to conceal his nervousness and stiffness, and seeing his ears reddened from his forced performance, Song Youning's anger at being avoided was strangely replaced by a mixture of amusement, helplessness and a hint of inexplicable sourness.

He would rather escape in such a lame way than face her simple question. Is it because he feels guilty, afraid, or... something else?

Song Youning was silent for a moment, but ultimately didn't expose him. He simply adjusted his posture, bearing most of the weight he was deliberately pressing on him. His tone was emotionless, as if he were genuinely treating a drunk: "You can't drink, but you're still robbing me?"

Ji Siyun made a vague "hmm" sound, as if in an unconscious response, and buried his face deeper, greedily absorbing the scent from her body. However, in his heart, he felt a hint of humble joy and deeper torment because she did not push him away immediately.

Song Youning said no more. He half-supported and half-carried the troublemaker who was beginning to lose consciousness. Amidst the surprised or ambiguous looks of the people around him, he calmly led him out of the bar.

He booked a suite directly at the hotel front desk, and from the elevator to the corridor, Ji Siyun acted even harder.

He almost hung on her, his head rubbing restlessly against her neck, his breathing hot, continuing to tear his clothes, his mouth making intermittent, meaningless moans, occasionally interspersed with a vague, sobbing "Miss", as if he was in great pain.

Song Youning bore his weight and these small movements with an expressionless face, only occasionally when his hot breath passed by her ears, her slender fingertips would curl slightly.

Finally entering the room, Song Youning used almost all his strength to throw him onto the soft big bed.

Ji Siyun was sunk deep in the mattress, his cheeks flushed abnormally, as if he felt very hot. He pulled at his clothes impatiently, mumbling something, his long eyelashes trembling, looking like he was completely controlled by drugs and alcohol, at the mercy of others.

Song Youning stood by the bed, arms folded across his chest, looking down at his clumsy yet desperate performance.

Since it was just a show performed for Ji Siyun, there was naturally no possibility that there would be any real "stuff" in the glass of wine. At most, the alcohol content was a little higher.

Ji Siyun's current appearance is 90% fake, maybe a little bit is due to the alcohol, but just one glass of wine is definitely not enough to make a person lose consciousness.

She wanted to see how he planned to end this scene after putting so much effort into it.

Ji Siyun was deeply sunken in the soft mattress. The touch under him made him dazed for a moment, but his brain was extremely clear - no, it was too clear that he realized that she was standing by the bed, and her eyes might be on him.

He heard the subtle sound of fabric rubbing against each other and felt her gaze lingering on him, feeling both uneasy and a little bit of base expectation.

He knew it was mean, that he was taking advantage of her soft heart, but he greedily wanted more.

Now that he had taken this step, with the drug's effects as an excuse, could he be a little more reckless? A little closer to her?

Ji Siyun continued to perform hard, unbearable moans escaping from his throat, and his fingers tore at his already messy shirt more wantonly, deliberately letting the fabric slide down to reveal more of his beautiful collarbone and firm chest. His skin was flushed with an alluring pink due to alcohol and deliberate holding of his breath.

He calculated the angle carefully, making sure that his ready appearance would be fully visible to her.

He even lifted up a corner of his shirt as if unintentionally, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles.

He tried to use this straightforward, almost sacrificial way to show off his appearance, which might be his only advantage, like a clean commodity waiting to be priced in the market, eager to attract the attention of buyers.

As Ji Siyun moved, he secretly glanced at Song Youning with moist eyes, hoping that she would be moved.

However, the approach, questioning, and even ridicule he expected did not come. He only heard a very light, almost inaudible sigh, followed by the sound of footsteps.

She was about to leave, and panic seized him for a moment.

Ji Siyun almost instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of her clothes with such force that his knuckles turned white, as if it was a life-saving piece of driftwood.

“Don’t go!”

Song Youning stopped walking as he pulled her. She slowly turned her head and looked down at him. There was no warmth in her eyes, only a quiet scrutiny.

Ji Siyun tilted his head back, forced to meet her condescending gaze. His overly handsome face was now covered in an abnormal blush, his dark eyes were filled with mist, and his long eyelashes were wet with tears, sticking together in clumps, making him look even more fragile and pitiful.

His voice was filled with tears, and he spoke in a pleading tone, "Miss... don't go..."

Song Youning let him grab the hem of her clothes without moving. She only raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was no emotion in her voice: "Why can't I leave?"

This sentence was like a small hammer, gently shattering Ji Siyun's last bit of shaky self-esteem.

Yes, why should she not leave?

Because of his despicable calculations? Because of his ridiculous disguise? Or because of his appearance that she probably didn't even care about?

The wave of self-loathing surged in his heart, almost drowning him. Trying to use his body to keep her was dirty and despicable.

But what can he do?

Apart from his rather attractive appearance, what else could attract her to stay for a moment?

He was terribly afraid of her leaving him, terribly afraid of being abandoned by her in the endless darkness again.

The huge sense of shame and the deeper fear intertwined made him cry even more violently.

As if he had grabbed the only life-saving straw, Ji Siyun not only did not let go of her clothes, but instead, in this position, he slowly supported his body and sat up.

Then, he did something that made him feel extremely humiliated, but unable to control himself - he carefully used his burning hands to hold up Song Youning's cool hand hanging by his side, and gently placed it on his burning cheek.

Like a puppy longing for its owner's caress, trying hard to please but afraid of being rejected, he closed his eyes and rubbed her tender palm lovingly and humbly, and his hot tears wet her skin.

"I feel so bad... Miss..." He looked up at her with tearful eyes, his voice broken and full of begging: "Help me... Please..."

Big tears like broken pearls rolled down his cheeks. The delicate-looking young man even cried beautifully. He bit his lower lip hard, showing an extremely pitiful expression, trying to get her pity.

Song Youning still maintained that arrogant attitude, letting him hold her hand and rub it against her palm. No emotion could be seen on her face, she just watched his performance quietly.

Seeing that Song Youning remained silent, Ji Siyun made up his mind, and his other free hand began to tremble as he began to unbutton the remaining buttons on his shirt, one, two... until more of his beautiful skin was exposed.

While he was making such an almost inviting gesture, he continued to shed tears and murmured repeatedly, his voice broken: "Don't go... Miss... Don't go..."

Ji Siyun seemed to be using all his strength and offering everything he could, just to ask her to stay for a moment.

The longer she remained silent, the more his heart sank.

Until Ji Siyun undid the last button, extreme shame and self-loathing made him cry so hard that he could hardly see Song Youning's cold face. Finally, he heard her voice.

"You asked for it."

His crying mind had no time to react before a pair of slightly cold hands pressed on his naked chest, pushing him back with an irresistible force.

The world was spinning around him, and his back sank back into the soft mattress. His upper body, which had just barely held up, fell down again.

Ji Siyun opened his eyes blankly, and through the hazy light of the water, he could only see the outline of Song Youning's figure looking down at him, and her eyes that looked particularly deep in the dim light.

Those clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything were now like the surface of an ice lake, without any warmth or emotion.

There was no disgust, no anger, not even inquiry, only an almost cruel calmness and alienation, as if examining an object that had nothing to do with him, or in other words... an insignificant existence that was about to be disposed of.

This frozen gaze seemed to pierce through all his lucky disguises and humble expectations. Even though she lowered her head, and her cherry lips with fragrance pressed against his trembling lips, giving him the kiss he had been waiting for for a long time, his tears fell even harder.

The cool, irresistible kiss was different from any other touch he could remember. It lacked any warmth and instead of bringing comfort, it was like a red-hot blade, piercing his already fragile heart.

He cried so hard that his whole body was shaking, his chest heaving violently, like a man about to drown. Even the most basic breathing became difficult for him, let alone responding to her kiss.

Tears poured out, soaking her temples and her scattered hair. Her pale face flushed a sickly red due to extreme lack of oxygen and emotional excitement.

There was still the salty wetness of his tears on Song Youning's lips. Feeling his resistance, she paused and then raised her head unhappily.

She still maintained her bent-over posture, looking down at him, watching him crying and trembling under her, looking in a miserable state.

Those beautiful eyes were now red and swollen, filled with tears, like broken stars, filled with pain and despair that was almost overflowing, but he didn't dare to look at her again.

Her brows were furrowed slightly, but she was determined to teach him a lesson. Even though her chest was swollen and sore from his tears, Song Youning still pretended to be ruthless.

Her voice was still flat, no emotion could be heard in it, but it carried a kind of indifference, as if his heart-wrenching collapse at the moment had nothing to do with her.

"Not willing?"

These three words made Ji Siyun's crying suddenly choke. He tried hard to hold back his tears and shook his head. His trembling throat was hoarse and a little eager to please: "I do... I do, Miss..."

He seemed afraid that she wouldn't believe him, or rather, afraid that this only chance to get close to her would disappear. He suppressed the sobs that almost tore him apart, and used all his strength to grab her wrist that was supporting her side of him, his fingertips cold and trembling violently.

He raised his wet face and tried hard to give her a flattering, submissive smile, but the smile was distorted by tears and looked particularly pitiful and humble.

"I do... Miss..." He repeated, his voice weak but urgent, as if he was swearing, as if he was begging, "Anything is fine... Whatever you want..."

His attempt to show weakness and fawn did not win her sympathy. Instead, his jaw was suddenly pinched hard, forcing him to keep looking up at her.

He looked at her and curled his lips. His gaze was like that of a queen high above, looking down at the most humble servant at her feet. There was a hint of impatience and cold mockery in his tone: "I've been back these days." She opened her red lips slightly, and her words were clear, but they lashed his heart like a whip. "Have you forgotten what I taught you before?"

Tears burst out again without warning, more violently than before.

He seemed to have been stripped of all his disguises, leaving only the most primitive helplessness and obedience. He shook his head vigorously, his hair sticking to his wet cheeks, and a whimper like a small animal came from his throat.

Under Song Youning's still indifferent gaze, he trembled, but with an almost sacrificial piety, he raised his head and once again pressed his cold and wet lips against her red lips with a mocking curve.

That night.

The young man's sobbing continued intermittently until midnight.