"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Heaven knows how uncomfortable it is to be suffocated by a furnace in temperatures of 20-something degrees Celsius.
Song Qi looked down at her with an inscrutable expression, grabbed her wrists with one hand and pressed them above her head, while the fingertips of his other hand gently stroked the skin on her neck.
The movements were gentle, yet they sent a shiver down Su Ping's spine.
Those fingertips were burning hot, as if they were trying to pierce her skin and pinch her bones.
She involuntarily held her breath, watching his every move.
She watched as his hand slowly moved down her neck, past her collarbone, and finally around to the back, gently stroking the back of her neck.
"I can do that too, why don't you give it a try, senior?"
Su Ping didn't quite catch what he said, and stared at him with wide eyes in confusion: "What did you just say?"
But in response, Song Qi suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck.
His teeth were biting hard, making her feel a sharp pain.
At the same time, as if marking sovereignty, his tongue licked the skin on her neck again and again.
This made her tremble.
Song Qi seemed off today, and Su Ping felt it wasn't entirely due to illness or fever.
Suddenly her expression changed, and she realized why he was acting this way.
Was it because she saw the hickeys on her neck?
With a vengeful urge, Song Qi slowly licked and nibbled at the tender flesh of her neck, completely ignoring her attempts to move away as she couldn't take it.
He wouldn't allow other men to leave their marks on this place!
As I kept gnawing on it, it gradually changed its flavor.
Su Ping felt that his body temperature seemed to have risen again, and the hand that was holding her wrist was so hot that it hurt her a little.
When she felt another hot hand groping up her skirt, Su Ping felt her body tense up instantly.
She quickly stopped him, asking, "What are you trying to do?"
Song Qi raised his head slightly, his eyes holding an unreadable expression: "Of course, I'll check if there are any other red marks like this on your body, senior..."
Thinking about his behavior just now, Su Ping felt inexplicably guilty.
If there were other places, would he bite and cover them all up like he did before?
Thinking of this, she squirmed and struggled uneasily: "No, that's on my neck..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qi interrupted him.
He looked up and his gaze returned to her face. She was smiling, but there was something strangely unsettling about her.
"Is the senior about to say again that she pinched herself? Or that it was a mosquito bite?"
Again? What does that mean?
Su Ping was stunned, blinking as she wondered how he knew what she was about to say.
Seeing her look as if she'd seen a ghost, the smile in Song Qi's eyes gradually faded, replaced by suspicion.
This also confirmed my suspicions.
If she refuses to have herself examined, then there must be more than just marks on her neck.
Thinking of this, he felt as if an unnamed hand was tightly gripping his chest, making it hard for him to breathe and making him desperately need to release his pent-up emotions.
By the time Su Ping realized what was happening, Song Qi had already turned her body around.
Because the black bodycon dress she was wearing was elastic, with just a gentle tug, most of her shoulder was exposed.
His fair skin was covered with a dense array of hickeys, which made Song Qi's blood pressure spike.
Who is that man? How dare he do that?!
Su Ping knew something was wrong. Before she could react, Song Qi's lips were already on her shoulder.
The biting and licking were the same, as if he wanted to completely replace the marks on them with his own.
Because her back was to him, Su Ping could sensitively feel his tongue landing on her shoulder.
You can even feel his lips slowly sliding down your back in real time.
Finally, it rested on her shoulder blade.
After feeling her tremble slightly, Song Qi narrowed his eyes, as if he had found something amusing.
Although the shoulder blades in front of him were fair and beautiful without any ambiguous marks, it didn't stop him from leaving his own mark on them.
Su Ping groaned incessantly, feeling that he was deliberately torturing her.
Wasn't he running a fever? Why is the patient still so strong?
Song Qi began to feel annoyed as the neckline of his dress was pulled down as far as it could go.
He sat up, grabbed her wrist, and flipped her over again.
Su Ping felt like a fish on a chopping board, her scalp tingling as she sensed his gaze falling on her collarbone.
Memories of her drunken night with Tu Hengchuan flooded back into her mind, and she knew that she must have been left with many marks on her chest.
She couldn't be touched when she woke up this morning.
Seeing her vacant gaze, as if she were thinking about something, Song Qi's rationality gradually crumbled.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"What are you thinking about? Is that man from last night really that worth remembering?"
With such a huge hat placed on her lips, Su Ping opened her mouth to explain, but he sealed her mouth with a kiss.
Seemingly punishing her for her earlier distraction, Song Qi's actions were far from gentle, even carrying a hint of ruthlessness.
He wanted the only man she would ever think of in the future to be him.
Perhaps because of the fever, he was much bolder than usual and did not intend to suppress his emotions.
She can only belong to him.
Su Ping was so dizzy from the kisses that she couldn't utter a single complete syllable.
Unfortunately, her wrists were pinned above her head, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail.
Perhaps the medicine was working a little, because as Song Qi kissed her, he suddenly felt his head starting to feel dizzy and his eyelids starting to close.
But that won't work!
His kiss on Su Ping became even more intense, as if he wanted to merge their lips into one.
Before long, Su Ping tasted a metallic flavor.
Did Song Qi, that dog, bite her?
Su Ping checked her mouth and didn't feel any pain anywhere. Could it be...?
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Song Qi, who was still deeply immersed in the kiss and had bitten his lip until it bled, and thought he was completely insane!
The pain in his lips gradually brought him back to his senses. As his lips and tongue intertwined with hers, his hand slowly moved up her thigh.
He peeked inside from under the skirt.
The dress she was wearing was form-fitting, which accentuated her graceful figure.
He even had a strange feeling; suddenly he wasn't in such a hurry to take off the skirt.
Although he knew it was daytime, as the clamor in his heart grew louder and louder, he suddenly wanted to disregard everything for once.
After all, he is currently sick with a fever, confused, and doesn't know what he is doing.
As his hand pinched the soft flesh of her waist, Su Ping couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
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