Chapter 61 I've always deeply...

The water flowed down his throat, temporarily relieving his parched nerves, but Song Mingli's actions of pinching the back of his neck and forcing him to tilt his head back were too controlling. Eventually, Ying Shixue couldn't help but cough to indicate that he didn't want it anymore.

Song Mingli kissed him tenderly, but his hand gestures conveyed an irresistible force that was completely opposite to his expression: "Drink a little more, or you won't be able to handle it later."

Inside the room, an exquisite music box, used for lovemaking, spun up and down, emitting melodious sounds that masked many subtle noises.

Her clothes had all been taken off and fallen to the ground. Ying Shixue's hips were spread wide open, her thighs flaring at Song Mingli's waist. At the same time, Song Mingli began to slowly move down Xia's neck, leaving one kiss mark after another.

The touch of skin against skin brought an indescribable sensation. Ying Shixue's thin back trembled. Suddenly, Song Mingli exerted force on his hand, and the world spun around him. He regained his senses in a daze, and when his vision refocused, all he could see was the hotel's pale white ceiling.

Song Mingli braced himself with one hand on his side, separating the two of them. He looked at the other's increasingly deep-set eyes and brows with some confusion, his fingers trembling as he tried to touch him. Suddenly, he was turned over, and then a large hand pressed down on his shoulder, pinning him back onto the bed.

His view was extremely limited from that perspective, and he instinctively spoke with some unease, "...Brother—!"

The final note suddenly changed pitch and rose, indicating that there were two notes that were slightly different from the previous one.

Song Mingli leaned down and kissed his ear: "It's okay, it's okay, relax..."

"It's better to meet Cong-lai for the first time..."

In fact, his hands were already crumpled from the windowpane, and Ying Shixue's whole body was tense to the extreme. While taking care of him, Song Mingli kept kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose, and cheeks.

The words whispered in his ear were utterly indecent. Ying Shixue kept her thin eyelids tightly shut, unwilling to open her eyes. Her porcelain-like face was already flushed. Song Mingli also found it extremely strange. He usually cherished and valued her so much, unwilling to let her touch anything dirty. But when it came to this, it was he who bullied her like this.

Or perhaps this desire was too hidden, so hidden that even he only realized it now, that he was just as shameless as everyone else in the world.

But no matter what, Ying Shixue's stiff body gradually relaxed, and even her waist began to unconsciously move upwards, until suddenly she felt light.

He opened his eyes somewhat dazedly. Song Mingli had forcibly pressed his cheek against his, so that they could see every expression on each other's faces.

“I know it’s pointless to say these things at a time like this,” he said. He could clearly see the veins bulging on Song Mingli’s neck and the beads of sweat on them. Surprisingly, he didn’t find them ugly. The first thought that came to his mind was that they were actually very sexy.

“But I’m serious,” Song Mingli said, looking intently into his eyes, his deep pupils filled with intense and unyielding emotions.

"From the moment I first realized my true feelings, I never intended for you to see me simply as an older brother. I will cherish you, protect you, and take care of you. No one in the world will hold a place in my heart higher than you. Just do what you want to do."

Even though I know many times that you've always been an incredibly strong and resilient person, capable of achieving great things without me, I still want you to know...

"I just want you to know that I've always, deeply, deeply..."

Shen Hou felt a sharp pain from being hit by Po Kai. In a flash of white light, Ying Shixue's thin back arched and was pressed down hard. He whimpered and bit his pillow, but he still heard those three words clearly.

I love you.

The world receded like the tide, tears welled up and soaked the pillowcase. Ying Shixue's breath trembled as she struggled to turn around amidst Meng Lie's pounding, and she hugged his shoulders and neck.

I wish I could just turn into rain, turn into wind, and go to the ends of the earth together.

In the distance, the city lights stretch like an endless dragon, and the gentle evening breeze carries the sounds of everyday life as it spirals and soars into the endless sky.

This person, who has occupied nearly half of his short life, the person whose first words upon entering the Bauhinia Villa fourteen years ago, when the gears of fate began to turn, were people who liked him.

Song Mingli gazed at the person beneath him who was already unconscious and about to pass out, and lowered his head to place a tender kiss on his brow.

The first time was entirely to relieve the effects of the drug and because he was too impatient to control himself. After his first taste of the drug, Song Mingli couldn't help but push him back onto the bed.

As the effects of the drug gradually wore off and reason began to return, Song Mingli had already changed the cheese in his arms. Ying Shixue couldn't stand being bounced and thrust into by him, her nails digging into the strong muscles of his back, the force so great that blood seeped through, showing that she was really being ravaged by him.

"You..." He struggled to form a sentence: "You've almost... almost enough—!"

The tone changed at the end of the note, and Song Mingli's action was simply unimaginable. Ying Shixue's head fell onto the soft bed, and a large hand cruelly covered the lower half of his face.

"If you think you've mastered the art of the Shoubu, then tell me."

The sentences in the book were already incoherent, and with his mouth covered, he couldn't speak at all. Ying Shixue reached out to move Song Mingli's arm, but how much strength did he have, and how much strength did the other party have? How could he possibly move it?

Song Mingli even affectionately rubbed his cheek against Ying Shixue's cheek. Ying Shixue glanced at him unintentionally and his eyes widened in horror. For a moment, he forgot everything.

Teda, how is this possible? How did this happen? At the same time, he felt a sudden jolt in his knee. His instinct for danger overwhelmed everything. He desperately pushed the person back to escape.

Caught off guard, Song Mingli was actually pushed back a bit. Ying Shixue's knees were injured, and her hands futilely searched for direction. Just as she was about to touch the edge of the bed, a sudden force came from her calf, and she was firmly pinned to the bed. Then came a long, almost endless ordeal.

At the same time as Bao Fa lost consciousness, Song Mingli touched his tear-stained eyelashes and carried him to the bathroom.

-

As dawn broke, Ying Shixue was still fast asleep, half her face buried in the pillow. Her little face was flushed from sweating, making her look incredibly cute. Song Mingli was in high spirits, propping his head up with one hand and watching him, while stroking his hair and lips.

He was used to sleeping three or four hours a night, but Ying Shixue's body was far from being able to adapt to such high-intensity physical exertion, and he must have been exhausted.

But speaking of which, had Xiaoxue's face ever been this red before? Song Mingli touched Xiaoxue's forehead with the back of his hand and suddenly sat up straight.

I have a fever.

Mo Wen had just finished dealing with a matter and gone to bed a few hours earlier when he was woken up by a phone call early in the morning. He hurriedly grabbed the doctor and ran to the hotel. During the trip, the doctor tripped over the threshold and lost one of his shoes.

Rushing to the scene, the doctor nervously performed a full set of tests, fearing something was wrong, and finally determined that it was just a low-grade fever of 37.2 degrees Celsius.

With a stern expression, Song Mingli fed the medicine and wiped the body, acting as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a serious illness. In his mind, it was probably the same. A male who had just been intimate with his lover had an insatiable protectiveness and possessiveness towards his partner. He couldn't stand the slightest disturbance.

During the doctor's examination, there were a few procedures that required touching Yingxue's skin. The boss's glare was so intense that he couldn't stop himself from glaring at her. Luckily, he managed to stay rational and didn't completely hide her away.

Despite knowing that it wasn't appropriate for the boss to be interrupted at this moment, Mo Wen, under immense pressure, spoke in a low voice: "Boss, those people from last night..."

A cold glint flashed in Song Mingli's eyes. His male instincts prevented him from leaving his partner at this time, especially since Xiaoxue was still running a fever. However, those people had to be dealt with.

Finally, he got up and gently tucked the blanket around Ying Shixue, leaving his coat, which still carried his scent, by the bedside. He then placed the monitor and temporary camera and strode out the door.

-

"Ah!!" The excruciating pain in his wrist caused Wu Kai to kneel on the ground, almost wanting to roll around in agony. His entire arm was twisted in an abnormal position, and cold sweat poured down his body.

He stared at the man with fear through his sweat-blurred eyes, recognizing him as the one who had ultimately intercepted the prize.

The others in the room watched Wu Kai's miserable state with fear and trembling, none of them daring to breathe.

"Who are you?! This is vigilante justice!! You've violated—ah!!"

With his leg bones twisted as well, Wu Kai lay sprawled on the ground, panting like a dead dog.

Mo Wen stepped forward dutifully, holding a document in his hand with black and white text: "Wu Kai, male, 36 years old, from Yuncheng, was imprisoned for five years ten years ago for domestic violence. His wife suffered broken ribs and more than ten other injuries all over her body. During their six-year marriage, she was taken to the emergency operating room by ambulance eight times. His daughter's right foot was kicked, leaving her with a lifelong disability..."

"After being released from prison, I had no stable job or income. I frequented various bars in the city. Over the years, I was taken to the police station several times for sexual harassment and theft. The most serious case was rape, but I was still released on bail after a few months."

Wu Kai's lips trembled as he asked, "Who...who are you?"

"What's going on? How did they even find this out?" Mo Wen ignored him and turned a page of the document in his hand.

"Hu Ping, male, 38 years old, a notorious groper on a bus seven years ago, was arrested by the police..."

"Wang Wuyong, male, 33 years old, former bar employee, was arrested for secretly drugging customers' drinks for a fee..."

"Li Lifeng, male, 37 years old..."

Mo Wen read them out one by one, and with each one he read out, the faces of the people present grew paler. They hadn't slept all night and were completely on the verge of a mental breakdown, extremely tense. By now, they had gone from anger and horror to weeping and begging for mercy.

"I'm using vigilante justice?" Song Mingli pressed on the acupoints on Wu Kai's left arm, which was still unharmed, and suddenly exerted force, causing Wu Kai to scream in agony, his face covered in dirty tears and snot.

"When you use your physical strength to inflict pain on your wife who works hard to support the family, your young and innocent daughter, and other victims, have you ever thought that one day, someone with greater strength than you will do the same to them, listening to your painful pleas for mercy while trampling you underfoot?"

Wu Kai was in so much pain that his nerves were almost numb and he was panting heavily.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please, please let me go! I'm a pig or a dog, I'm useless, please, ahhhhhhh!"

"Who are you? Who are you? You can't, you can't..."

"I can't?" Song Mingli repeated the three words, tightening his grip even more: "Do you believe that I can break all your arms and legs right here today, and even after you leave this door, I'll make sure you have nowhere to turn for help?"

A foul, fishy smell wafted from beneath him. Song Mingli got up in disgust. Wu Kai was writhing like a dead fish, his face contorted in horrified terror: "You can't, you can't do this, you can't do this!" he shouted his last words in despair.

"But when you manipulated a rape case that should have resulted in a sentence of more than five years to only a few months of detention, leaving the girl and her family with nowhere to turn, and the girl's honest father giving up almost all his savings, and her mother kneeling down to kowtow to the judge, weren't you just as smug?"

These words made Wu Kai's eyes turn bloodshot. Suddenly, as if he had grabbed something, he sprang up and shouted, "Do you know who's behind me? Do you know—ah!"

His right hand was mercilessly crushed by the sole of the leather shoe, and for a moment Song Mingli's expression became indifferent.

"I don't need to know who's behind you."

"Because of you, and them, to me, you are all the worst of the worst."

“You,” he said, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, and those he saw lowered their heads in guilt and fear, “you, them, none of you will escape.”