Such moments are like dreams, moments so wonderful that even dreams dare not dream of them.
Song Ting then quietly closed her eyes, pretending that she was still asleep.
Chu Huaixu's fingers unconsciously caressed his wrist bone, an intimate gesture that stirred Song Ting's heart.
At this moment, his heart was like a calm lake tossed with a pebble, and ripples gradually spread outwards.
My heart was beating faster and faster, more and more uncontrollably.
Mingyu.
He silently recited Chu Huaixu's words in his heart.
The sound of jade chimes blends with the clear melody.
Song Ting's courtesy name was given to him by Huai Xu based on his own courtesy name.
So even their words are connected together.
This person gave him his name.
His life also belongs to this person.
Mingyu.
He silently repeated the name once more.
With each recitation, my heart rate increased by three points.
Chu Huaixu opened his eyes at that moment and looked down at Song Ting.
—This person seems to have moved slightly just now.
"Awake?" Chu Huaixu asked tentatively.
Song Ting kept her eyes tightly closed, but her eyeballs rolled restlessly beneath her eyelids. She was clearly pretending to be asleep.
Chu Huaixu found it amusing and deliberately bent down, slowly moving closer to Song Ting's face.
As he drew closer, Song Ting's eyes darted around more and more rapidly.
Just as their foreheads were about to touch, Chu Huaixu finally stopped.
He stared intently at the person so close to him, his warm breath brushing against Song Ting's face like a feather.
For Song Ting, this was undoubtedly the most exquisite form of torture, making him unconsciously stop breathing.
My heart, however, started pounding wildly, abnormally fast.
After a long time, so long that Song Ting was almost ready to surrender, Chu Huaixu suddenly stretched out a finger and gently poked Song Ting's eyelid.
Her eyes darted around beneath her fingertips, their movement as rapid as her heartbeat, while the man's faint, cool fragrance wafted between Song Ting's breaths.
"If you don't wake up soon, my lord, I'm leaving."
As he spoke, his fingertips traced a path down Song Ting's body, from his eyes across his high nose bridge to his dry lips.
This person's heart was clearly cold, an iceberg that he could never melt no matter how hard he tried, but now, because of the high temperature, it has been warmed up.
As his fingertips left his lips, Chu Huaixu withdrew his hand and, as he had said, made a move to stand up.
The next moment, a hand gripped her tightly: "Don't go!"
Song Ting opened her eyes, half expectant and half pleading.
Chu Huaixu hadn't really planned to leave. In the dead of night, where could he go? He was just forcing the person pretending to be asleep to wake up.
Upon hearing this, she readily sat back down, smiling at the person: "You've finally decided to wake up, sir?"
Song Ting also felt that her act of pretending to be asleep was childish, and guiltily looked away.
But he couldn't bear to look away from Huai Xu, so he quickly turned his gaze back and stared straight at the person.
"Alright, stop looking. Lie down a bit more and make room for me. You're driving me crazy, I'm sleepy," Chu Huaixu said impatiently.
Song Ting didn't want to sleep. He felt that Chu Huaixu was too gentle at this moment, so gentle that he felt like it was a dream, and if he fell asleep, this gentle Huaixu would disappear.
"Young Master, please kiss me." He held Chu Huaixu's hand, his fingers gently digging into his palm. "It hurts..."
He might really be quite ill today; he cried out in pain all night.
Chu Huaixu bent down, staring intently into the man's eyes. His unique, cool fragrance dazzled Song Ting.
"Is my lord still half asleep?"
Song Ting pursed her lips and repeated, "It hurts..."
"Then bear the pain." Chu Huaixu's voice was devoid of any warmth. "It's all your own fault, sir."
He broke free from Song Ting's grasp, but before he could make a further move, an arm hooked around his neck and pulled him down forcefully.
Their bodies were forced to press tightly together. Song Ting rolled over, trapping Chu Huaixu beneath her.
"You bastard—" The words were swallowed by the other person before they could finish. "Ugh..."
A burning hot hand gripped his waist, rendering him unable to move.
The smell of wound medicine filled the room, mixed with ambiguous desire.
Chu Huaixu was forced to endure the kiss, but he was a man of temper, resistant to gentle persuasion but not to force. Since Song Ting had made him suffer in silence, he was determined to retaliate.
He gradually took control of the kiss.
Song Ting, however, was indifferent. He was like a lamb offering its neck to be slaughtered, willingly sacrificing his own soul.
When the kiss ended, both of them were drenched in sweat and almost couldn't stop.
If Song Ting hadn't still had a fever at that moment...
"When... did this mole appear here?" Chu Huaixu's shirt was wide open, and Song Ting's fingertip gently touched a tiny cinnabar mole on his chest.
Chu Huaixu didn't care at all: "I don't know, maybe it's been there before."
Song Ting insisted, "It didn't happen before."
Chu Huaixu hadn't noticed where the new mole or scar was on his body. Hearing this, he glanced down and said nonchalantly:
"So what if it grows? What's the big deal?"
Song Qing's tone was somewhat downcast: "I don't know either."
These words made Chu Huaixu laugh in anger: "What, do you think I need to inform the Commander and get his permission before I can grow a mole?"
"That's not what I meant," Song said, her tone tinged with regret.
Chu Huaixu, however, seemed not to have noticed at all, and coldly said:
"I was foolish before and went to Yunyu with you a few times, but that was when I was young and impetuous. Please don't act as if you know me or my body very well."
Song Ting blinked slowly, her expression even more hurt.
At this point, it's not advisable to provoke the person too much, since we still need to use them. That's why he didn't let Song Ting continue burning.
Since this person wants to play the sentimental game with him, he should at least give them a slap and then a treat. If he goes too far, the other party might turn on him without hesitation.
But Chu Huaixu just couldn't control himself. Every time he saw this person acting like he knew him very well, he couldn't help but try to put the other person down.
“Some guests thought that having a mole on the eye was beautiful, so I asked someone to remove a mole from my eyelid.”
He touched his left eye, where there was indeed a new mole. Song Ting had noticed it the night they reunited on the pleasure boat.
Then he touched his chest, "Some customers like to have moles on their chests, so I put one there."
"People like us don't own our bodies; they depend entirely on the guests' preferences."
"Liar." Song Ting was indeed stung by these words.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could kill that old, vicious woman a thousand more times, yet his kiss on the small red mole on Chu Huaixu's chest was extremely gentle.
"You didn't...you didn't even let them see it..."
“Who says there aren’t any?” Chu Huaixu chuckled. “I don’t have guests I don’t like, but I always have guests I like.”
"My lord, I live in such a place every day, who do you expect me to remain chaste for?"
His tone was contemptuous, and it was unclear whether he was laughing at Song Ting's self-deception or at himself.
Song Ting released his mouth, forcefully pinched Chu Huaixu's chin, and instead silenced that incessantly chattering mouth that only made him sad:
"I don't believe it! And you can only belong to me, you are mine..."
He completely forgot about the small red mole of unknown origin, and grabbed Chu Huaixu to vent his resentment and anger...
The latter's eyes darkened, and a strange smile appeared on his face when Song Ting didn't notice.
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