Chapter 53...

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Ying Shixue froze on the spot, her face flushed red from her neck to the base of her ears, her eyelashes trembled, and her fingers, which were about to be raised, were pressed back down on the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Song Mingli leaned over him, their noses touching, their lips almost touching. Because he was looking down, his eyelids were drooping and his eyebrows were raised, making his brow bones appear particularly deep and defined.

Their breaths mingled and could be felt. Through that thin air, Ying Shixue could even clearly feel the taut muscles beneath the other's thin clothes and the increasingly heavy and hot panting.

The large hand gripping his waist tightened, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Just as he thought the other's hand was about to lift the hem of his shirt and reach upwards or downwards, a slight stinging pain suddenly shot through his neck. Song Mingli left a mark, his words a suppressed calm:

"You stay in the bedroom for a while, I'm going to take a shower."

Feeling lighter, Song Mingli carried him out of the bathroom, placed him on the bed, pulled the blanket over his legs, rubbed the back of his head, and got up to leave.

Suddenly, a little finger hooked the hem of her clothes.

Song Mingli stopped in his tracks as he was about to step outside.

Actually, that force was very light; if it were applied to someone else, they probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Ying Shixue looked at the wooden floor, which really made her stop talking.

Song Mingli's gaze slowly moved downwards. The hand hooked around his clothes was fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails and delicate palm bones protruding from the back of the hand. Compared to his dark clothes, it was simply exquisitely beautiful.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he turned around.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

Ying Shixue pursed her lips tightly, her hands trembling uncontrollably from the tension.

He said haltingly, "I'm in my early twenties this year."

His taut hand was held in someone's palm. Song Mingli separated his five fingers one by one, and then inserted his own fingers into the palm of his hand.

It was nothing more than a simple clasp of fingers, yet in such a confined space, it inexplicably exuded a forbidden and acrimonious atmosphere that made one blush and their heart race.

Ying Shixue closed her eyes briefly, resigned to her fate, and said, "Hand..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was already pushed down onto the large bed.

The man's voice was low and husky, carrying an indescribable allure and an irresistible pressure.

Ying Shixue gritted her teeth. When her fingers touched the heat, she instinctively recoiled, only to be forced to extend them again a second later.

The sounds of rubbing, sobbing, coaxing, rustling fabric, and the slight creaking of the sturdy surgical board.

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The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking out any sliver of sunlight.

His legs have actually regained some sensation in the past few days. Although he is not yet able to walk on his own, he still has some senses and reactions.

The cup was partially lifted, revealing a beautiful woman with black hair whose skin was as white as if it had been soaked in water. A few strands of her hair were damp and clung to her cheek. She called out another person's name almost tautly:

"Song Mingli!"

He didn't realize that his voice sounded like it was being soaked in water; it was clearly anger, yet even the last syllable was trembling.

"good..."

"Baby, the ice has melted, and I can't help but..."

The expensive cinnabar was wrinkled by a beautiful, slender hand, the fingers opening and closing weakly, leaving only faint white marks.

Soon, the trembling hand that lay limply on the sheet was grasped from behind by another long, strong hand with distinct knuckles, which held the wrist firmly and pulled it back little by little.

He's really gone mad.

In a daze, Ying Shixue thought to herself.

Breakfast was naturally delayed. The maid, who had already received the message and set the table downstairs, looked at the new notice to bring the food upstairs with some confusion.

But that's someone else's business; he just needs to do his job.

A small cart laden with exquisite plates rolled and came to a stop at the bedroom door.

He knocked cautiously on the door: "Sir."

The sound of objects colliding and falling to the ground came from inside the room. Ying Shixue wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself and angrily kicked him.

He had already taken another bath, his black hair was soft and jet black, and his complexion was especially clean and porcelain white. However, he forgot that his leg was not fully healed and was still weak and powerless. He had only stretched it halfway when someone grabbed his slender ankle and the calloused fingers intimately stroked and rubbed his sole.

Song Mingli also changed his clothes again, his hair was pulled back to reveal his full forehead and extremely aggressive facial features. At this moment, he exuded a kind of comfort and laziness after his desires were relieved.

With his legs pulled up, the two of them, one standing and one sitting, raised an eyebrow and looked inside with deep eyes.

The next second, a pillow hit his stunningly handsome face, and there was a knock on the door and a questioning voice from outside.

Seeing that the person was about to explode, Song Mingli knew when to stop and let go in time.

The door was opened, and the maid looked up in surprise.

It was almost noon, but the room was still dimly lit.

However, before he could see any more, he met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

The maid snapped back to reality; the trolley had already been taken by Song Mingli.

The carved door was closed again, cutting off all prying eyes from the outside world.

Ying Shixue's body had not yet recovered. Even though Song Mingli was concerned about not going all the way to the end, he didn't want to rush things like this for the first time. After fooling around like this in the morning, most of his energy had been depleted.

After feeding her a small bowl of porridge and a few snacks, Ying Shixue fell asleep again.

Song Mingli sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him for a while, kissed his forehead, and went to his study to work.

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When Ying Shixue woke up again, it was already 2 p.m.

He propped himself up against the headboard. Song Mingli should be working in his study at this time, the wheelchair...

He searched the room for a while but couldn't find it when there was a knock on the door.

Um?

Ying Shixue paused slightly. Their bedroom was on the third floor, and usually no one would come up unless specifically told otherwise.

He stared suspiciously at the door, and perhaps seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the door was knocked on again.

"Young master, I've come to deliver your meal."

Ying Shixue picked up the call button beside her pillow and said in a cold voice, "Come in."

The door was pushed open in response, and a man dressed in black, wearing a wide-brimmed baseball cap, pushed in the same trolley he had seen that morning.