51.Beadecentboyfriend
Just ten minutes after I sent it, a message came in on my phone.
Deng Shilang didn't really want to check it out, because his father would either express dissatisfaction or scold him seriously, and would definitely make some demands on him regarding his work.
At that time, the message rings kept coming. Yao Ling raised her head from his lap, motioning him to check his phone. He didn't look at the phone but only at her, his warm breath falling on her collarbone and his hair brushing against her chin.
His hands simultaneously reached into her clothes, his palms moving from her raised and increasingly prominent ribs to her raised breasts, gripping the softest breast flesh. He kissed the back of her neck and brushed aside the soft hair that was clinging to her neck.
The message ring was still ringing, but Yao Ling found it too noisy. Even though he was caressing and kissing her, it was easy for her to find his phone by the sofa. She raised it to the ceiling with one hand and fumbled for the buttons.
Deng Shilang noticed the movement and kissed her neck lightly. He turned his nose to her face and asked, "Do you want to help me look?"
"No, turn it to mute." Yao Ling pushed the mute button.
Deng Shilang was a person who was used to keeping privacy, so he was a little disappointed when he heard her answer.
She was just that kind of girlfriend, not particularly concerned with the details on his phone, neither asking nor checking, seemingly without possessiveness. Her influence on him was that no matter how close two people were, there was always a boundary between privacy, and even if there were privileges in a relationship, one would only access the other person's phone with their consent. So, subconsciously, he accepted this and rarely checked on the other person.
Now that they were together again, he suddenly wanted her to see, so he said, "Help me see what he said."
Yao Ling didn't care whether he saw it or not, but if he wanted her to, she would. He didn't want to let go of her breasts, so he kneaded them slowly, gathering them together and releasing them, kneading them until she felt sore and swollen as she unlocked and pressed the password.
The first time he typed it, it was his birthday, which was wrong. The second time he typed it, it was her birthday, which was also wrong. The third time he changed it to the password he used in the past, it was still wrong.
Deng Shilang noticed she'd pressed the key three times. He pulled his hand away from her chest and, grasping her slender fingers, pressed the numbers on the screen one by one. The screen popped open instantly. The password wasn't difficult; it was a combination of her and his birthdays.
After unlocking, he continued to indulge in what he wanted to do. Her nipples had already become slightly erect from his touch, and they seemed to lift slightly and resist the external kneading. The areola was softer and smoother than the skin, and his fingertips couldn't help but circle around it.
Yao Ling was so distracted by his touch that she didn't have time to think of the password. Because she was too swollen, she switched to holding the phone with one hand and reached in with the other to stop him. "Do you want me to see it or not? You're so sensitive, I can't see it like this."
Deng Shilang smiled and said, "You can concentrate on everything. You just kissed me when I was on the phone, but now you don't allow me to touch you."
She covered his broad hand with hers and gently pried his fingers apart in a soothing manner, "Wait a moment."
"Okay, look." He put his hand on her chest, neither pinching nor touching, and said in a hoarse voice.
Yao Ling stretched out her hand, swiped into WhatsApp, and began to read the messages. The first scolded him for not working hard, the second scolded him for not respecting the dinner Jiang Si had carefully prepared for him, the third scolded him for not spending Christmas with her, and the fourth scolded him for being too obsessed with present excitement and ignoring the future, saying he was simply not motivated to make progress and was wasting his time on trivial matters.
As she read, she could imagine the tone of voice on the other end, and then thought of how he had been severely punished for his depression after the breakup, saying, "It was all scolding you."
Deng Shilang had anticipated this and had no reaction, accepting the accusations as usual.
The moment it was marked as read, another message came in. Perhaps because Jiang Si had warned him in advance, Deng Yonglian didn't dwell on his past relationship issues. Instead, he emphasized that he would be twenty-five next year and should not make any more mistakes. He should take his career and new relationship seriously.
Yao Ling held her phone and repeated the last message in a flat tone: "Since you're in Milan, remember to buy a Christmas present for your mom. She loves Via Montenapoleone. If you have any questions, ask Rosalie. Remember to be a decent boyfriend. Otherwise, I will fucking kick you." She realized the inconsistency later and said, "I should have used a British accent."
After listening to this, he lowered his head and bit her earlobe, restraining himself and said, "You still read this sentence out loud, I have no shame."
Yao Ling originally didn't feel anything about those words, but suddenly he made her want to laugh. Then she couldn't control her laughter and had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. He took her hand away and bent down to kiss her, blocking her happy smile.
When she said wait, she really meant it. Following the kiss, she let his hand slip inside her clothes and caress her. Luckily, she had just eaten and was still strong, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to resist his shameless demands for revenge.
Afterwards, Deng Shilang carried her back to bed and said, "Lingling, I need to work while you sleep."
"I know, you go ahead and get busy until you have Christmas holiday." Yao Ling reached out and stroked his chin.
"Okay, good night." He pressed his palm against the back of her hand, against her face, very tenderly.
It's morning in Hong Kong, and Deng Shilang has to go to work. Yao Ling hasn't fully recovered yet. She has a stuffy nose and no longer has a fever, but she still needs to rest.
Deng Shilang wouldn't disturb her sleep, so he settled into her study to deal with some work group matters. Leaving Central in such a hurry had its price. Before Christmas, he had no choice but to adapt to the time difference and live a mixed-up life in Milan.
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