Chapter 60 Satisfaction There are so many of our little babies here....……

He always kept his word. The moment the last word was uttered, Ning Jiu was thrown onto the soft bed, her soft, black hair spread out on the snow-white sheets, looking exceptionally beautiful.

She struggled to get up, but when she looked up, she met Qiao Bolin's darkening gaze. His tie-tying was still elegant, but his long, bulging legs were the complete opposite. She groaned and instantly lost all strength.

"Get out of here..."

The man's body pressed down, and an itch spread from the corner of her eye and lower lip. Ning Jiu bit her lip until it turned red before swallowing her moan, but before she could react, he gave her a light bite, completely disarming her.

"Baby, it's not a good habit to say one thing and do another."

The dampness spread, and amidst the undulations came Qiao Bolin's gentle, soft laughter.

"It doesn't seem like it wants me to leave."

"......"

The tide surged forth, unstoppable. Unconsciously, tears fell from the corners of her crimson eyes, only to be sucked away by the man as soon as they touched her slightly upturned, snow-white neck.

"Ning Jiu, have you ever thought about how much it hurt me every time you said we should break up?"

Her clothes were scattered all over the corner of the bed, and her bedding was soaked with fluids. Ning Jiu was so dizzy from his kisses that she felt him holding her tighter and tighter until he was so strong that he wanted to melt into her bones.

"Do I have to tie your hands before you'll obey?"

Several red marks from women's scratches marred his chest muscles, but he regarded them as the highest reward and kissed them even more passionately.

"Why are you shaking? Are you looking forward to it?"

He deliberately misinterpreted her physiological reaction, forcing Ning Jiu to want to resist. Just as she opened her mouth, he suddenly made her let out a soft moan, like a kitten leaving paw prints on her heart, tickling her heart.

I really want to lock you up.

He grabbed her ankle and easily flipped her over; the dull thud of the belt was particularly noticeable in the quiet room.

"You can only look at me intently, talk to me, and think about me."

She heard wet, hot kisses coming from behind her neck. Her hands were held high above her head by the man, and her mind was clouded by lust. She could barely make out the faint noises coming from the side.

"If you can't do that, I'll keep fucking you until you only have eyes for me."

It must all be a dream.

Ning Jiu thought.

She should have pushed him away, but why did her body feel like it was sinking into a quagmire, letting herself sink with him?

Despite his calm tone, Ning Jiu could tell that Qiao Bolin was genuinely angry.

But the one who was truly kept in the dark was clearly her, so what right or reason did he have to be angry?

"Do you want to do what you did five years ago again?" Her hands were bound, and Ning Jiu had her back to him, unable to see what he was doing, yet a long-forgotten sense of foreboding washed over her. "I've told you, we're not right for each other! I don't love you, and no matter what you do, things won't end well for us—"

"If you don't love someone, then keep loving them."

What is he saying?

Overwhelmed with terror, Ning Jiu tried to crawl away from the bed, but Qiao Bolin easily pulled her back by pressing down on her ankles.

Her slender wrists touched something cold, and with a click, the switch was turned off. She realized what he was going to do and struggled to break free, but she couldn't separate her hands no matter what she did.

"If you don't love someone, then love them. It's not that difficult, Ning Jiu."

His hands pressed down on her lower back, neither too hard nor too soft. Ning Jiu tried to turn over, but her hands, bound by his cold grip, could only barely grasp the sheets in front of her, leaving trails of alluring, ambiguous marks. "Qiao Bolin, you're a complete... um... bastard," Ning Jiu's body trembled with sweat as her body warmed to a scalding temperature, almost unable to believe that Qiao Bolin was serious. "You, how could you just do this..."

“We’ve missed out on so much already, shouldn’t we have a baby?” The more she resisted, the warmer his movements and voice became. “That way you won’t mention anyone else, and when you open your eyes, it’ll be me and the baby with you. No matter how much you hate me, you’ll never be able to completely sever ties with me for the rest of your life.”

The surging emotions, almost overflowing, gradually became clear as he traced the lines of his long, well-defined fingers.

His fingertips, damp with sweat and coolness, traced the lines of Ning Jiu's beautiful back upwards, finally touching her fair and delicate neck. He probed her neck tentatively, watching as his finger marks appeared on her smooth, warm skin.

"You know what? The year you broke up with me in high school, I thought more than once, why don't we just do it and go to hell together?"

His possessiveness had been building up in his chest, and under the stimulation of her few words, it surged to a level that even he found astonishing.

Qiao Bolin's fingers had just tightened slightly when he heard Ning Jiu Bu Chi whimper in pain, and he almost immediately released his grip reflexively.

He wanted to possess her completely, yet he couldn't bear to actually pinch her and hurt her.

"It's better to hate me than to forget me."

My head snapped shut, and I could no longer think.

Ning Jiu's neck was slightly tilted back by the support. She clearly wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word. It seemed that all she could sense and touch was him.

"I can't take it anymore, it hurts..."

Don't you have a heart?

He pressed down on her, a relentless pressure designed to prevent her from escaping.

Qiao Bolin did not listen to her and slow down. Ning Jiu's neck bulged with two beautiful blue veins, and she felt her body being lifted up.

"You can't even bear this much pain? Have you ever thought about how much it hurt me when you suggested breaking up?"

Just as they were about to meet, he suddenly stopped. Ning Jiu opened her eyes, turning her head to look at him with a dazed and confused expression. He grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply. Their voices overlapped in the silent room. She had no time to think anymore; a terrifying emptiness, unlike anything she had ever felt before, washed over her. She needed to be filled. Something seemed wrong with her body. The discomfort intensified with his deliberate teasing. Ignoring the cold metallic texture of his hands, she almost desperately responded to Qiao Bolin's kiss, but he calmly withdrew.

Ning Jiu was left empty-handed, feeling as if a water-drained jar had been emptied, a profound sense of emptiness enveloping her.

"Joe Bolin, how could you be so mean?" She bit her lip until it was bright red, feeling like Joe Bolin was ruining all her senses. "You... if you're going to do it, hurry up."

"Hurry up about what?" the man feigned ignorance.

His question was so direct and frank that Ning Jiu felt embarrassed to say the word.

"If you're not coming, then forget it."

She tried her best to suppress the unbearable urge rising from her lower body, turned over as if to get away from him, but he pulled her back.

"Say you love me."

His expression was clearly that of someone handling documents in the office, yet his fingers moved slowly and deliberately, skillfully turning on the switches of her body.

I don't love you.

Ning Jiu was so provoked that her rationality almost collapsed, but she still refused to admit defeat.

Qiao Bolin's expression finally revealed a slight flaw, and he let out a very soft breath. As the pressure increased, Ning Jiu couldn't resist moving even closer to him, again on the eve of their arrival—

His movements came to an abrupt halt.

It was just... just a little bit short.

Once or twice was fine, but after being pulled away from her at crucial moments so many times, Ning Jiu was so anxious that she almost cried. She even forgot who she was and had no time to think about the so-called right and wrong, winning and losing.

The tide surged higher and higher, almost overflowing my mouth and nose, and I couldn't control it at all.

In those few seconds when he was almost suffocating, Qiao Bolin seemed to be a savior descending, his cool voice hiding a low, husky desire.

“Answer me again, baby,” his voice was like a seductive siren, leading her into an unfathomable depths, “Do you love me?”

"I don't--"

Ning Jiu was speaking when the bed shook violently, her soul was thrown to its highest point, and she was completely caught in the alternating control of the tide and the siren, all her rationality collapsed.

"Do you love me?" he asked again.

"I love you," she repeated over and over, her voice trembling with longing and tears.

"I love you, I love you so much..."

"You only love me?" He was fixated on this point, and his teasing intensified.

Ning Jiu was so bothered by his nagging that she barely paid attention to anything else and almost repeated his words.

"I only love you, I only love you."

"who I am?"

He didn't give her any time to think, and seeing that he was about to use the same trick again, Ning Jiu's body trembled subconsciously, and she blurted out—

"Joe Börlind... I love Joe Börlind, I love him so much, I love him the most, I only love him..."

"Good girl."

The man tensed up as a rewarding kiss landed on his forehead, finally declaring his willingness to give himself entirely to her.

The delayed gratification was too much to bear, and when it was finally made up for, both of them sighed in unison.

As reason gradually returned, Ning Jiu belatedly realized how shameful her words had been. She almost wanted to cover her face with the blanket on the spot, but Qiao Bolin stopped her with his hand.

The bottle contained a lot of water, but it was blocked by the stopper and couldn't flow out.

The lingering heat still clung to the two of them; besides feeling weak and sore, the unspeakable wetness made them feel burning hot all over.

That's ridiculous.

As Ning Jiu thought this, she felt utterly powerless, even struggling to open her eyes. In a daze, Qiao Bolin's palm rested on her lower back, and Ning Jiu watched as he leaned down, his straight nose glistening with moisture, and gently placed a tender kiss on her lower abdomen.

His voice was still low and hoarse, with an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

"There are so many of our little babies here..."

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The next day, Ning Jiu woke up feeling bloated.

A strange feeling of fullness enveloped her entire body, especially her lower abdomen. An uncomfortable moan escaped her lips. As soon as she took a step, desire spread uncontrollably like a bottle being uncorked. Even in her dreams, she could no longer endure it.

The comfortable dream was shattered, and a forced, overwhelming feeling of soreness and discomfort washed over me.

Ning Jiu opened her eyes and realized something was wrong.

Her abdomen was being slowly and steadily pressed by a metacarpal bone with prominent veins.

The intense fullness made it difficult for her to breathe, and the male body, exuding the scent of sandalwood, was inseparable from her behind.

The sunlight outside the curtains had already seeped in, but he seemed oblivious, still lowering his head to kiss the back of her neck, burying his face deep inside and refusing to let go.

......

In an instant.

Ning Jiu really wished Qiao Bolin would just die in bed.

Seeing that he wasn't finished, she endured her aching body and tried to kick him back, but she didn't expect that he had already noticed she was awake. Not only did he miss her kick, but he also grabbed her ankle and lifted her up, catching Ning Jiu off guard, causing her to fall into his arms—

Completely filled.

"Joe Bolin, please don't come again..."

"It's so warm." He silenced her refusal with his lips, easily arousing her desire. Whether it was her imagination or not, her index finger, which was cupping her face, trembled for a moment. "I really want to stay in there forever."

He spoke so earnestly that Ning Jiu could hardly tell whether it was a lewd remark or a genuine expression of his feelings at that moment.

But none of that seems to matter anymore.

They sighed softly, wishing time would slow down at this moment. He felt as if he were burning himself out all night, treating this night as their last. When dawn broke, this feeling did not fade but spread even more intensely.

From morning until noon, Qiao Bolin hardly came out, as if Ning Jiu would disappear along with the only link between the two of them.

When he finally let her go, Ning Jiu lay in the huge bathtub and let the man wipe her down. As the towel gradually went down, she remembered something, and her face, still flushed, turned serious.

"You'll buy me birth control pills, right?"

The moment she opened her mouth, Ning Jiu suddenly realized that her voice was terribly hoarse.

Qiao Bolin didn't say anything, and she didn't hold back either. Enduring the pain, she raised her leg and kicked the man's chest with her jade-like calf, which he had just been playing with.

After a night, Ning Jiu's kick was completely powerless, but he didn't resist at all. He fell down on the steps next to the bathtub, following her force. His thin forearm grazed the cold tile edge and was instantly cut with a horrifying bloody gash.

Bloodstains instantly seeped out in spots of crimson, but Qiao Bolin's gaze remained fixed on Ning Jiu's fair and slender ankles as he asked her.

"Did it hurt? Next time, just kick me in the face; it won't hurt as much."

"......"

Ning Jiu was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She stood up and casually took a bathrobe from the rack in the heated bathroom, letting him put it on her. While he was adjusting her clothes, she suddenly raised her hand and held up the chain, signaling him to unlock it.

Qiao Bolin remained silent for a long time before finally bending down to untie it. The cold metallic sound of it falling rang out, and Ning Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the farce was finally over. Shaking her legs, she walked out of the room and discovered that her clothes from the previous night had been completely torn during their playful antics.

"Are you hungry? Breakfast is ready, and we'll have someone bring your clothes over later."

A man's clear voice rang out from the bathroom behind her. Ning Jiu ignored him, ran barefoot in her bathrobe to the living room, and suddenly grabbed the doorknob—

It remained completely still.

A chill crept up her spine. She could hardly believe it. Looking down, she realized that a password was required to exit through the door from the inside.

Ning Jiu's fingertips trembled as she quickly entered the numbers she remembered for opening the door. The screen flashed red briefly, indicating an incorrect password.

Qiao Bolin had no intention of letting her go out.

She stood there stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. She suddenly turned to look at the man still standing at the bedroom door, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Let me out."

Qiao Bailin did not answer immediately.

His gaze slowly moved down, settling on Ning Jiuxue's white, bare feet, his voice low and deep.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get out?"

His prominent brow bone was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern the expression in his eyes.

"Let's eat first. After we eat, I'll take you wherever you want to go."

"I need to get out now!" Ning Jiu finally couldn't hold back anymore, her voice trembling slightly from the pressure, her eyes reddening.

She stared intently at him and said, word by word, "The sooner you take the birth control pill, the better."

The air suddenly froze.

Qiao Bolin's face darkened almost instantly.

"You really don't want our child?"

"I told you before, I would never forgive you for doing this."

Ning Jiu's voice was firm, without the slightest hesitation.

“Let me out to buy medicine now, and we can part ways amicably,” she paused, as if making a decision, her words slow and clear, “but if you really dare to lock me up here—”

Jobel heard himself ask, "What would you do?"

Even if I did... I wouldn't stay. By then, you would truly be no different from a stranger in my eyes.

The words fell.

The living room was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Although they were silent for only a few seconds, Ning Jiu felt as if a lifetime had passed in a daze.

real.

It's been so long, so very long.

The frozen image finally showed a slight ripple.

Qiao Bolin blinked, and perhaps due to the angle, Ning Jiu saw a fleeting, glistening moisture in the corner of his eye.

She was stung by the moisture in his eyes, and wanted to speak, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"So this is what you really think."

Qiao Bolin finally managed a self-deprecating smile.

You won't get pregnant.

"What?"

Ning Jiu thought she had misheard. Qiao Bolin lowered his eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions in them.

On a table not far from him sat a bowl of steaming white porridge, with red dates and longan added, specially cooked to suit her sweet taste. Now, the white steam blurred his features, and all the careful arrangements seemed ironic and laughable.

"You won't get pregnant because I took the pill."

Qiao Bolin said, enunciating each word clearly.

"The company is currently developing a male contraceptive pill. Phase III clinical trials have been completed, but it hasn't been released to the market yet," he told her. "Don't worry, it won't harm your body."

Ning Jiu was completely stunned.

He just stared at her stunned expression, the last glimmer of light disappearing from his eyes.

Don't you believe me?

After all the emotions have been exhausted, the tone of voice can be so calm.

Calm as if it were a frozen pool of water, mechanically uttering words in a lifeless silence.

"That's true, it seems like I have nothing left for you to trust."

"I can have someone take you for a checkup. If you're still worried, I will—"

I believe it.

Ning Jiu interrupted Qiao Bolin, her voice trembling, but she still managed to squeeze it out from her throat.

"Let me out, let's part ways amicably."

"......"

She had forgotten how she left the George Berlin house.

The autumn weather was quite cool. Before leaving, Qiao Bolin lowered his eyes and didn't look at her again. He simply took a thicker suit from the closet and handed it to her.

The warmth between their fingertips faded away after a brief moment. Ning Jiu took one last look at Xiao Bai in the living room. The little guy sensed that she was leaving and let out a soft whimper, wanting to follow her.

This is the second time.

I couldn't say goodbye to the little guy in person last time, so this time I made up for that regret.

Xiao Bai seemed to realize that this separation was different from usual.

Just moments ago, it was cautiously lingering at the door, but now, the instant the door closed, it suddenly rushed over like a madman and forcefully pushed the door open.

Ning Jiu was afraid of pinching it, so she quickly squatted down and caught it.

The little one in her arms was still trembling, so anxious that it kept burrowing into her arms, its wet nose rubbing against her palm, and finally it simply bit her trouser leg and refused to let go no matter what.

Her large, dark eyes seemed to be glistening with tears, so moist that it made one's heart ache.

Ning Jiu couldn't even pull it by himself, so he could only pin his hopes on Qiao Bolin.

She looked up and met the man's dark eyes.

One second, two seconds.

No one spoke.

Ning Jiu was the first to look away, and just as she was about to exert more force, Qiao Bolin squatted down.

The sandalwood scent on his suit mingled with the cool, pungent aroma he exuded as he bent over. She was momentarily stunned, and before she knew it, Qiao Bolin had already lifted Xiao Bai up in his arms.

When it left Ning Jiu's embrace, it seemed particularly uneasy, stretching its neck frantically and flailing its paws in the air, as if trying to pull itself back into her arms.

The puppy doesn't know what parting is; it only knows that when she leaves, it feels empty inside and wants to stay by her side forever.

Qiao Bolin remained silent, soothing Xiao Bai's emotions. Once the little guy calmed down a bit, he took a step back, and the two returned to the most distant of distances.

The two, who had been passionately entwined just last night, now gazed at each other in silence.

"Goodbye," Ning Jiu said as she stood up.

But George Berlin laughed.

Her finger bones trembled uncontrollably, then she quickly hid them behind her back before Ning Jiu noticed.

He looked at her, his voice so soft it seemed to melt into the wind.

"Really, will we meet again?"

"......"

Ning Jiu did not answer.

A soft thud.

The door was closed.

In an instant, she seemed to truly feel that they had been completely separated on either side of the door, and the world was now clearly divided.

It felt like a piece of my heart had been hollowed out, making even breathing difficult.

Ning Jiu tried to calm herself down and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly noticed a slight dampness on the cuff of her suit.

Drops, glistening, fiery.

But just now, Xiao Bai clearly didn't touch that spot.

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The author's note: In reality, you absolutely cannot go without a condom without the woman's consent.

This should be the last time the young couple in this article had such a big argument.