Wen Qing's pupils shrank and he dodged backwards, trying to avoid Si Kong's fingers.

Sikong put down his hand, turned sideways, and leaned towards Wen Qing.

Wen Qing opened his eyes wide in panic, and in an instant, Si Kong grabbed his hands and pressed him on the sofa.

"manage--"

Wen Qing only had time to say one word before Sikong pressed his lips down on her.

Sikong held his lips in his mouth, rubbing them gently with his teeth and nibbling them slowly.

Wen Qing's body was stiff with nervousness. Sikong's kiss was different from Yu Xing's. Rather than kissing, it was more like teasing the prey in the palm of his hand.

Apart from kissing, Sikong did not do any other actions.

Wen Qing bent his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and did not use the props.

His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes to meet Sikong's dark eyes.

Sikong didn't close his eyes.

Wen Qing's heart beat faster and she quickly closed her eyes, praying in her heart that Si Kong would come faster.

Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, like a butterfly held in the palm of his hand, flapping its wings.

He held Wen Qing's lips, put the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and hooked the tip of Wen Qing's soft and wet tongue.

Sikong did not keep his tongue tip around, but teased it casually for a moment, then moved to other places, tickling the moist area inside Wen Qing's mouth.

“Hmm…”

The roof of his mouth felt itchy and numb, and Wen Qing couldn't help but let out a faint hum.

Tears flowed out involuntarily, wetting the eyelashes, and the long eyelashes drooped down listlessly.

So pitiful.

Sikong paused slightly in his kiss. He did not feel any sympathy in his heart. Instead, he wanted to hurt Wen Qing even more.

He raised his hand and pressed Wen Qing's chin, forcing Wen Qing to open her mouth, and kissed her more roughly.

Sikong licked Wen Qing's soft mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue hard, pushed and sucked hard, forcing Wen Qing to follow his rhythm.

Wen Qing opened his mouth and his eyelashes trembled even more violently.

Sikong took all her breath away, and her cheeks, lips and teeth were filled with Sikong's slightly cool breath.

He couldn't move his hands and feet at all, the only thing he could do was endure Sikong's kiss.

The soft humming sound and the sticky sound of water echoed in the living room for a long time.

Suddenly, Sikong's kiss gradually slowed down.

Wen Qing felt that his mouth was almost numb from being kissed, and when he felt Sikong slowly withdrawing, he thought it was over.

After a while, the sound of the door being pushed was heard.

The wooden door made a slight sound.

Wen Qing's body became increasingly stiff. He subconsciously opened his eyes and met Si Kong's eyes that were so close to him.

Flashing with evil interest.

The door seemed unable to be opened, and the person outside did not come in but knocked on the door.

Asha's voice sounded outside the door: "Madam, Master."

Wen Qing paused and looked at Si Kong.

Sikong licked his lips, opened his mouth, rubbed his lips, and asked hoarsely: "Do you want to let her in?"

Wen Qing's lips trembled, and he wanted to speak, but Sikong didn't give him a chance to speak. He bit his lip as punishment and whispered, "I haven't cleaned it for you yet."

"Do you want her to come in and see?"

Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, of course he didn't want to.

Sikong looked at him, saw the emotion in his eyes, chuckled, and deliberately said: "Do you want to?"

Wen Qing: "No..."

Sikong slowly raised his head and pressed his fingertips on Wen Qing's lips to stop him from speaking.

He felt the hot and wet touch under his fingers, squinted his eyes, and slowly stroked the warm and moist lips.

"Why is it getting wetter the more you wipe it, mother?"

Wen Qing's cheeks turned red uncontrollably.

Sikong kissed Wen Qing's lips again, touching every part of his mouth.

Asha outside the door didn't know what was happening inside and couldn't hear anything.

She waited timidly for a while, but didn't hear any response. She carefully raised her hand, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Madam, the eldest master."

"The tea has been served."

Asha's voice seemed very close.

Wen Qing knew that Sikong had closed the door on purpose, and he also knew that Sikong could open the door at any time and let Asha see what was happening inside.

Wen Qing's body became stiffer, but his five senses became sharper.

He could clearly feel the shape of Sikong's tongue tip, and feel Sikong's movements and temperature.

He couldn't help but hum softly, and his salivary glands secreted more and more.

This kiss lasted too long.

Wen Qing's brain began to feel a little dazed, her body felt weak and she leaned weakly on the sofa, tears streaming down her face.

When he touched his wet cheek, Sikong paused and slowly stopped.

He stopped kissing Wen Qing's lips and used the tip of his tongue to wipe away the tears. He tasted the salty and bitter tears and laughed softly.

Wen Qing gasped for breath, the fresh air got his brain working again.

Her cool fingers touched his cheek, gently wiping away the tears on his face.

Sikong looked down at him, chuckled and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Wen Qing's lips trembled, she opened her mouth and said slowly: "You, you hurt me..."

He flexed his fingers and gently pulled Sikong's sleeve: "Sikong, you, you don't do this..."

His voice was hoarse and sticky, tainted with a sticky nasal tone, as if he was acting coquettishly.

Sikong chuckled and slowly wiped away the tears and water stains on his face.

He lowered his head, pressed against Wen Wei's slightly red nose, and rubbed it affectionately: "Okay."

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and she felt a little relieved in her heart.

He thought to himself that Sikong still wanted to continue playing.

The next second, Sikong said, "I will be gentler next time."

"I will take good care of you."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled. There will be a next time...

He doesn't want it to happen again next time.

Wen Qing bent his fingers, his hands were so soft that he didn't even have the strength to pinch his palms.

He was so sad that he wanted to cry but couldn't even cry, wondering what kind of perversion this mirror version was.

He really wanted to be the real Sikong.

Sikong took a handkerchief and patiently wiped Wen Qing's face dry, then casually said to Asha outside the door, "Madam doesn't want to drink anymore."

Asha: “Yes.”

Wen Qing sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to move, and obediently let Sikong wipe her face, fearing that any movement would arouse Sikong's desire to abuse her.

Perhaps because new maids were about to arrive, Sikong didn't do anything else to him.

After wiping his face, Sikong put down his handkerchief and poured a glass of water for Wen Qing in a good mood.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup, not daring to touch it, let alone drink from it.

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

"Master, Madam, they're here." It was Lily's voice.

Sikong: "Come in."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, which were swollen and painful.

He lowered his head, not wanting them to see him in his current state.

Then, a hand was placed on his chin and slowly lifted.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a dozen girls about seventeen or eighteen years old standing in front of her. They were young and beautiful, wearing simple clothes.

Everyone lowered their heads, not looking at themselves, let alone Sikong.

Lily stood aside, not looking up.

Apparently some rules were explained before they were brought in.

Wen let out a breath and thought, it would be good if no one was looking at me.

Sikong looked at his slightly relaxed expression and chuckled, "You are the master."

"You have the final say on what can be seen and what cannot be seen."

Wen Qing responded vaguely, he knew Sikong said that on purpose.

First the big stick and then the sweet date.

Sikong casually glanced at the people in front of him and asked, "Do you have any favorites?"

Wen Qing looked at the dozen girls and wanted to say that there was none and wanted them all to go home.

I am also afraid that if I say I don’t like them, their fate will be to become fertilizer for roses.

For a long while, Wen Qing didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Sikong smiled and said, "Since you can't choose, then just leave them all here."

Wen Qing's heart sank.

A dozen girls showed excitement and joy, and bowed one after another: "Thank you, sir."

"Thank you, sir."

…

Lily lowered her eyebrows, with no expression on her face, and whispered to everyone, "Follow me."

"yes."

Watching them leave, Wen Qing didn't dare to be alone with Si Kong anymore. He gritted his teeth and said to Si Kong, "I still have something to do..."

Sikong tilted his head to look at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you going to look for Ji Yu?"

Wen Qing didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Xiao Jiyu, so he simply nodded along with Sikong's words and said slowly: "Xiao Jiyu and I have an appointment to have lunch together."

Sikong's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his eyes: "Really?"

"Do you need me to take you there?"

Hearing that he would not force him to stay, Wen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "No need, I, I can go there by myself."

After saying that, Wen Qing stood up carefully and walked out the door.

Sikong looked at his back, narrowed his eyes, and slowly stood up.

The moment he stood up straight, he appeared directly in front of Ji Yu's door from the reception room.

"Click——" the door opened.

Little Ji Yu stood by the door, looking up at Sikong.

Sikong lowered his head, looked at the child who was only as tall as his knees, and asked directly: "What did your mother ask you for these few days?"

Little Jiyu blinked, counted on his fingers, and said slowly: "Mother asked me not to let water touch my wound."

As he spoke, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he said in a soft voice, "And you want me to be good."

Sikong frowned: "What else?"

Little Ji Yu thought for a moment and said, "Today I have to help my mother get better."

Sikong half closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and asked softly: "Didn't he ask you to leave the castle?"

Little Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, his eyes dodged, and he said slowly: "No... Mother didn't..."

Seeing this, Sikong bent down, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Does mother smell good?"

Little Jiyu nodded: "It smells good."

Sikong asked again: "Do you know why?"

Little Ji Yu looked at him blankly: "Because he is my mother."

Sikong sneered and said slowly: "He is the human chosen by my father."

Little Ji Yu looked at him blankly, not understanding what Si Kong was talking about.

Sikong continued, "You are not the only one who likes him."

"Humans, non-humans... there are countless creatures that love mothers and want to have mothers."

"Ji Yu, who are you?"

Little Ji Yu's face turned pale and his eyes started to turn red: "I, I am my mother's son."

Sikong stopped him and said lightly: "Because he is here now."

"There are many children who are more obedient, more likable, and better behaved than you."

"Ji Yu, once mother leaves here, he won't even look at you."

Little Ji Yu pursed his lips and raised his hand to close the door.

Sikong stopped him and asked, "What did those human maids do to get what they wanted from you?"

Xiao Ji Yu looked at him with red eyes and said nothing.

"They left," Sikong smiled and said lightly, "Ji Yu, mother wants something too."

"If you don't give it to him, he will stay here with you forever."