Chapter 58 Passively enduring fierce demands...

The moment the words left his mouth, Song Mingli realized the mistake he had made, but it was too late to take them back.

Ying Shixue opened her eyes, which had been half-closed. Her face was fair, her hair was black, and her skin had a slightly moist glow under the light.

He began to recall the time when he was still in the manor, with his hands still chained. Even when Song Mingli was conscious, he was mostly restrained and polite.

But many times when he was in a dazed and unconscious state, he could feel himself being held in someone's arms, with a large hand across his waist, slowly and gently stroking and kneading his locked left hand and lower back from bottom to top.

This process can take several hours.

He didn't know at first because he was too weak during that time, and he was in a coma for more than ten hours a day. When he was woken up in the middle of the night, the other party took care of feeding him, wiping his body and washing him.

Because of his leg injury, he rarely had time to be alone in one place. Until one time, when he was changing clothes in the bathroom, he accidentally dropped them on the floor and they got wet. Song Mingli went out to the wardrobe to get a new set.

He was placed on the sink and stared blankly at the opposite wall, somewhat bored.

When the towel fell off my shoulder, I glanced back and noticed in the mirror that my back, down to my waist, was covered with countless finger marks, teeth marks, and hickeys.

The marks varied in age, with the most severe ones on the back of the neck. Some were faded in color, while others were still bright red and fresh, the result of repeated additions day after day, marking their own mark on the jade-like skin.

He was completely unaware of it before.

It's clear that this was a restrained result; the marks weren't on his chest or thighs, and the force was controlled, leaving only red marks instead of bruises. This is probably because his skin is thin and easily leaves marks.

Through the mirror, he could even vividly recall how Song Mingli, in a state of obsession, madness, and deep repression, bit his skin inch by inch.

I really want to bite it.....

I want to kiss you...

I want to...

He'll probably cry...

The appearance of this last thought almost caused his pupils to distort slightly with excitement. If this were in primitive times, it would be the cruel desire and anxiety of a powerful, insatiable male beast to completely and utterly mark and possess his chosen one and only mate.

But his partner is too weak and lacks vitality; he simply cannot withstand a violent confrontation. Moreover, he has basic worldly understanding and knows how much his chastity leans towards tyranny and control.

His darling might cry herself to death, her slender white fingers taut and limp, until she no longer has the strength to push him, scold him, or struggle to crawl away.

Although she will eventually be grabbed by her slender ankle and pulled back, and then soaked even more.

If you don't make thorough preparations beforehand, Ying Shixue might be half dead after one match.

Everything was weighed down beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water.

But this kind of suppression is terrifying. Just when the volcano is about to erupt, it is forcibly suppressed. No one knows when it will erupt again. Perhaps a small spark can ignite it. The energy accumulated over many years will explode into a terrifying scene. The flames alone can lick people to death.

With a jerk of his hand, the toothbrush cup crashed to the ground with a sharp, clattering sound.

Ying Shixue couldn't pick it up, and at the same time he heard footsteps outside.

His instincts as a small animal in nature made him vaguely understand how terrible Song Mingli was at this moment. He had been forced to separate from his partner for seven years, and his partner was scarred and his reason was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, even the most basic reason could tell Ying Shixue the answer.

We must not let Song Mingli discover that we already know about these markings.

Just before Song Mingli stepped in, he pulled the towel back over his shoulders and wrapped it up properly, still looking as bewildered and lost as he had at the beginning.

After the tall man entered, the originally spacious space seemed a bit cramped. He bent down to pick up the toothbrush cup, stood in front of him, and pinched his chin to carefully check if he had broken it anywhere.

The distance was too close. Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, but then she remembered something and forcibly held back, letting him look at her from head to toe again.

His exposed porcelain-white skin trembled slightly. The two of them, one standing and one sitting, were still taller than Song Mingli. Due to the height difference, he couldn't see the expression in the other's eyes.

He felt a gentle rub on the back of his neck; he knew it was the spot covered in countless hickeys. The man's voice was deep and husky: "You just knocked over the toothbrush cup?"

"Hmm," he nodded, his voice soft and still moist from his shower, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies: "I was just checking to see where you went, and my arm accidentally bumped into you."

The hand covering the back of his neck was burning hot: "I went to the bedroom closet and got some more clothes."

He didn't leave for more than 90 seconds the entire time.

The steam from the water vapor gave Ying Shixue's cheeks a lovely pink hue. He already had a beautiful complexion, and this made him look even sweeter and more appealing.

She nuzzled her cheek against the inside of his forearm, the soft, delicate touch traveling from her skin to her heart: "I think I still miss you a little..."

These words and actions clearly boosted Song Mingli's mood significantly. From his angle, the young man's hair was jet black and his figure was slender. The oversized neckline of the towel allowed him to see half of the other man's upper body, with a little bit of his cheek flesh squeezed out, making him look dependent and clingy.

He sighed with a secret satisfaction, his hands resting close to the sink, their breaths mingling.

"Why are you so clingy? Hmm? You can't stand being apart from me for even a little while..."

"If you want to stay with me so much, how about I put you in my pocket and carry you with me everywhere from now on?"

The sounds of intimate kisses filled the air. His waist was embraced, and his upper body pressed against another person. He had only the sink as a support, and his arms instinctively wanted to grab onto something to lean on.

However, he was stopped by Song Mingli as soon as he made a move. His upper body was unsupported, so he could only move closer to him. His body was moving forward more and more, and he had no feeling below his waist. The fear of falling while suspended in the air made him uneasy.

But soon he couldn't even touch the sink anymore. Suddenly, he felt a lightness on his body, and before he could even exclaim, he was silenced. Song Mingli simply picked him up with one hand and kissed him.

When their chests are pressed so close together, a man's possessiveness reaches its peak. He cannot even accept his partner touching anything other than himself. Anyone who gets close will be driven away with hostility, and even inanimate objects will be unbearable for him.

His breath was taken away, and with no foothold, he could only cling tightly to the person holding him, passively enduring the fierce demands.

He felt a jolt on his body through the haze, and he roughly knew what the other person wanted to do.

After all, even if we don't go that far, there are still many other tricks.

......

The showerhead gushed down, the sound of water drowning out other subtle noises.

Tears streamed down her delicate, pointed chin.

His fingers trembled, his legs shook, his waist was stretched to the limit, and he was ruthlessly suppressed.

"No, really no..." he gasped, gripping his fingers, his tears kissed away. "You can do it..." a low, coaxing voice whispered.

Finally, the two of them took another shower.

Song Mingli wrapped him in a bath towel, then carried him to the bed.

He didn't actually have the habit of falling asleep easily. He was so sleepy that he tried his best to tug at his sleeve and asked him for clothes in a hoarse voice.

Without clothes, he heard the person say, his whole body pressed against a hot yet extremely confining embrace, "You'll have to get used to it slowly."

He couldn't remember anything after that, but the many lessons he learned, including being soaked in tears, taught him a lot.

So, if he had never told anyone about his whereabouts, how did Song Mingli know?

His cell phone and computer were confiscated, and Song Mingli had full authority to view and modify them. When he finally received them, he didn't make any other guesses. His clothes and accessories every day were also selected and matched by Song Mingli.

He had complained many times about his partner's obsession with buying him a bunch of elaborate and flashy clothes and accessories since he was a child, and then dressing him in them one by one.

He had no doubt that if Song Mingli hadn't had to go to work every day and maintain a calm and positive image, thus limiting his performance, this person would have definitely made him wear a bunch of random things.

In short, it would be easy for Song Mingli to tamper with the things around him, such as installing a locator.

The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant at this moment. The two of them were still in the same warm posture they had been in at the beginning, with Song Mingli's hand still hanging in mid-air as he picked up some food for him.

If all else fails, just keep them locked up.

For a fleeting moment, a dark thought of self-abandonment flashed through Song Mingli's mind.

Ying Shixue calmly lowered her head and took a bite of the cabbage he had picked up.

The bok choy was sweet and refreshing. He slowly finished what he had in his mouth and looked at Song Mingli: "More..."

His appearance was so normal that Song Mingli paused for a moment and then put another bite on his plate.

Perhaps because it was rare to see Song Mingli so embarrassed, Ying Shixue couldn't help but smile and beckoned to his finger, "What's wrong with you?"

His voice is actually very pleasant to hear, but he usually has a cold face, which makes people only dare to admire him from afar and not dare to get close. At this moment, he softened his tone and deliberately lengthened his unique voice, making it sound incredibly beautiful.

After a moment of silence, Song Mingli said frankly, "I put a locator in your phone."

“Not just your phone,” he continued, “your watch, your cufflinks, your car, they’re all there.”

Without further pretense, she said, “I can’t stand you leaving my sight and my range of perception. I know my mind has become twisted, not just now because there are still unknown dangers that haven’t been resolved, but for the rest of my life. I may never be able to get rid of this mentality of wanting to know your location and what you are doing at all times.”

He calmly gazed at Ying Shixue, his face exceptionally handsome and his clothes impeccable. If he were outside, he would surely attract a lot of attention and admiration for his youthful talent. It seemed that such twisted and intense emotions did not come from his mouth at all.

Ying Shixue listened quietly to what he said, her eyelashes drooping, and she said "Oh".

Song Mingli raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything else, Ying Shixue tilted her beautiful face up and stretched out her slender white arm to him.

"I want to go back to my room and sleep."

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