With the puppy so limp, how could Chu Huaixu bear to lay a hand on it?
Besides, he never intended to actually beat this person up; otherwise, with his skills, he wouldn't have been so easily intercepted.
"You," he said, leaning against the other person's chest, his tone helpless, "I just can't do anything with you."
Song Ting buried her face in his neck and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not sick, but I miss you so much, young master."
As he spoke, he gripped Chu Huaixu's arm tightly, his voice barely audible, "Young Master, I want to..."
The last two were almost entirely spoken with breathy sounds.
Chu Huaixu was completely stunned.
The little creature he picked up was initially a quiet, aloof person who didn't like to talk to people.
Often, after he says ten sentences, he only gets one "hmm" or "oh" in response.
Later, she became increasingly clingy and possessive of him, even becoming jealous of the puppy.
She even dared to seduce him.
But this was the first time she had ever been so blatantly demanded from him in broad daylight.
So much so that Chu Huaixu didn't know how to react, and with a mix of laughter and tears, he dug the person out of his arms:
"Does he really have a fever?"
"No." Song Ting lowered her eyes, her face flushed red. "I just want you, young master."
"You..." Before Chu Huaixu could speak, his voice was drowned out by a passionate kiss.
“Young Master…” Song Ting’s eyes suddenly deepened, as if countless emotions were surging within them, trying to draw the person in front of him into the depths of his eyes.
He put his arm around Chu Huaixu's waist, picked him up, and placed him on the soft couch next to him.
The latter grabbed his arm and gently pulled him, causing the two to fall to the ground.
Someone accidentally kicked the chessboard on the table, scattering the black and white chess pieces all over the floor.
But nobody cared about that anymore.
Song's eagerness amused Chu Huaixu, who deliberately teased him:
"Why are you in such a hurry? Anyone who didn't know better would think you're some kind of lewd ghost who feeds on souls."
“I was accidentally discovered by some Taoist priest who came from somewhere. I tried to escape, but before that, I couldn’t wait to do ‘that’ with me.”
Chu Huaixu loved reading storybooks, and he read all sorts of different types.
A few days ago, the two of them read a supernatural novel together, head to head, about a beautiful ghost and a scholar.
Since ancient times, humans and demons have been on different paths, and this is certainly true for humans and ghosts as well. If a beautiful ghost and a scholar engage in that kind of thing, it will damage the scholar's spirit, and if this continues, the scholar will surely die.
The beautiful ghost truly loved the scholar and couldn't bear to see him suffer because of her, so she used a forbidden technique to transfer the harm onto herself.
Over time, even a powerful and alluring ghost could not withstand it and was on the verge of its soul being scattered.
The beautiful ghost foresaw her fate, but kept it a secret from the scholar.
He personally prepared a table of fine wine and food for the scholar, and when the wine was flowing freely, the beautiful ghost kissed the scholar and they spent the night together.
When the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, the two embraced and fell asleep. As dawn approached, the beautiful ghost vanished into nothingness in the scholar's arms.
The ending of this story was so tragic that it affected both of them.
Song Ting, in particular, was sullen for several days, looking as listless as a sick quail.
Chu Huaixu even laughed at him for being sentimental.
I never expected that he would be brought up again to make fun of him now.
Song Ting's eyes dimmed, and she paused for a moment.
However, Chu Huaixu did not notice this unusual gesture and kissed Song Ting's bright red lips:
"Good boy, go get the perfume."
Song Ting blushed at the last two words and unconsciously let go of his hand.
They left and returned very quickly.
"Young Master," he kissed Chu Huaixu, "If you are a beautiful ghost, I am willing to let you drain my life essence, but if I have done something wrong, please don't hate me..."
Their breaths mingled, and Chu Huaixu's eyes reddened during the kiss, leaving him speechless.
Her waist was as soft as balm, like a puddle of water.
That afternoon, behind the screen depicting ink-colored mountains and water, the soft couch covered with a snow fox fur blanket creaked and swayed for several hours.
Chu Huaixu was truly like a seductive ghost that devoured souls and could easily take Song Ting's life.
The fur blanket was so dirty it was unsightly, and Chu Huaixu found the soft couch uncomfortable, so he put on his undergarments and leaned against the couch.
His clothes were half-fallen, and his body was covered with crisscrossing marks. Most of them were smears and teeth marks.
You can tell at a glance how possessive the person who left these marks is.
“Little Qingxiang,” Chu Huaixu lazily lifted his eyelids, “I think you’re the monster who came out of a storybook, aren’t you?”
A few hours ago, it was he who took the initiative to grab Chu Huaixu and openly and frankly made his request.
He was also the one who was tirelessly and fiercely causing trouble throughout the process.
But at this moment, it is he who feels ashamed.
He gently squatted down beside Chu Huaixu's feet, rubbing his face against Chu Huaixu's knee in a flattering manner, but he never dared to look up at him.
His face was so red it looked like it had been burned.
Chu Huaixu found it amusing and leaned down to kiss the top of his head:
"Get up! What are you squatting for? Do you really think you're a little dog?"
Song Ting's voice was muffled, but her tone was firm: "I have always been your little dog."
Chu Huaixu laughed uncontrollably, pulled the man up, and kissed him.
As she ran her fingertips across his thin lips, Song Ting tilted her head back, her eyes filled with adoration and devotion as she gazed at him.
Chu Huaixu's heart was full.
“I love you, Qingxiang. I will tell my father and brother about this when they return from the border.”
This was so sudden. Song Ting never expected him to say this so suddenly, and he stood there stunned, somewhat at a loss for words.
“Young Master…you…” He gripped Chu Huaixu’s arm tightly, “Why…how could you…”
Chu Huaixu gently squeezed the back of his neck, soothing him tenderly: "What's wrong, Qingxiang? You don't want to?"
His tone was clearly sarcastic.
Song Ting's eyes were red and swollen, her chest heaving violently, and her breathing became rapid, so much so that the water in her teacup spilled out.
"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. This is something I've seriously considered. Since we're together, this day is bound to come eventually."
"I want to be with you openly and honestly, Qingxiang, do you understand?"
Song opened her mouth, but still couldn't speak. Two lines of clear tears fell silently down her cheeks.
Chu Huaixu kissed his eyes, and the tears fell even more profusely.
Chu Huaixu was almost at his wit's end. He reached out to take the teacup:
"Didn't you say you were going to give me water? Here you go, I'm thirsty."
"..." Song Ting gripped the teacup tightly, refusing to let go, until her knuckles turned white and deformed.
Song Ting's reaction had exceeded Chu Huaixu's expectations.
He had expected the man to be excited, but he never imagined he would be this excited.
For a moment, I was flustered and didn't know how to comfort her.
Although Song Ting was in a superior position in their relationship, he was often the one guiding the other.
Song Ting was too obedient. Even though she "bullied" him so fiercely, Chu Huaixu always felt that he was the one who was bullying her.
Puppies are good at playing the victim and acting cute.
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