Am I not considerate?
Jiang Songhe took a bite, and Jonathan, unable to bear the pain, began to whimper and tremble.
In the gap between the teeth and the flesh, a thin foreign object grinds against the tooth tip with the amplitude of the vibration, making an annoying crackling sound.
Jiang Songhe's hand, which was clasped behind the silver-haired man's head, groped downwards until it found a hot chain along the string-like neck bones. He lifted it with his fingertips, released his grip, and looked up into the dim light.
It was the necklace Jonathan wore for many years, with a stamped letter J on the clasp.
Jiang Songhe hissed heavily through his nose, pulled his hand back to support himself on the pillow, rolled over and removed Jonathan from his body, propped himself up on all fours, and hid him in his shadow. Then he removed the hand that was hooked around his neck and forcefully but slowly led it to the eye-catching circle of silver light.
"Take it off," Jiang Songhe said, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Why?" The palm received a force of resistance. "This was given to me by someone very important."
Who is J?
More important than me?
Just how important is it?
J, Jiang...Am I...a substitute?!
Jiang Songhe certainly wouldn't ask such pretentious and stupid questions if she wasn't sure she'd hear the answer she wanted.
He simply used shadows to confine him, used howls to exert pressure, and waited silently for this person who claimed to want him, to belong to him, to prove and dispel his doubts with concrete actions.
"I don't know how to solve it, and there's no need to."
Jonathan suddenly smiled slyly, and pulled Jiang Songhe down to his neck, whispering in her ear, "Because..."
Being serious with someone who is joking around is the most hurtful thing.
Jiang Songhe did not see the actual actions to prove and resolve his doubts as he had hoped. His emotions of surprise, sadness, resentment, jealousy, and relief twisted together into a tightly intertwined rope, which interacted and sparked a raging fire in his chest.
Before Jonathan could continue, Jiang Songhe pinched his cheek and covered his mouth, shattering the question "Why?" with a muffled groan as he slammed his head into the pillow. Then, she ripped off the necklace from his fair neck and tossed it into some unknown corner of the room.
"Didn't you say you were mine?" Jiang Songhe violently turned Jonathan over, pressing down on his struggling head and neck with one hand, and reaching for the bedside table with the other, pulling open the drawer and taking out a velvet jewelry box.
Using both his teeth and fingers, he hastily pried open the box, took out an identical platinum necklace, and then casually tossed the jewelry box aside, just like the original necklace: "Then it can only be mine."
Jonathan whimpered in the pillow, one arm bent over the mattress and wrapped around Jiang Songhe's forearm, patting his palm pleadingly. Jiang Songhe flipped his palm over Jonathan's long neck, stroked his Adam's apple, and lifted Jonathan's chin.
He then bit one end of the necklace and bent down, letting the silver light fall like a coiled snake into Jonathan's neck. Then, from the other side, he hooked the other end of the necklace, pinched the snake-like male clasp, and snapped it into the female clasp in his mouth.
Jiang Songhe aimed at the most prominent section of the neck bone, placed the buckle with the exposed steel stamp on it, looked up to admire it for a while as if examining a private treasure, then looked down again, opened his lips wide, and without regard for the obstruction line, bit the back of the neck hard once more.
Jonah arched his back in pain, but was immediately pressed down by Jiang Songhe's palm.
"What's wrong with you?" Perhaps the position of being restrained was too awkward and uncomfortable, because Jonah's voice was a little hoarse and angry, with a hint of aggrieved sobs. "I haven't even told you what 'why' it is yet?"
“I don’t want to know.” Jiang Songhe lifted Jonathan’s chin even higher, using two fingers wrapped in silver light to capture his tongue, which might reveal the wrong answer. “All I know is that it’s too late for you to regret it now.”
“Mmm…ge…r mmm…sh mmm…ni mmm…”
Jiang Songhe, caught up in his obsession, was no longer listening.
Jonah sighed twelve times in despair, then ten times in despair, then eighteen times in despair. It was hard to tell whether it was two sighs or tears.
Are you scared?
Fear is useless; as I just said, it's too late.
"【Autosaid】..." The large hand, following the path of the night their relationship progressed rapidly, "is mine."
"【Ian Side】..."【Having a physical body, one must also possess internal organs, and the silky fabric [Amsteropoulos], "is mine too!"
"No one... should... even think about it!!!"
-
"!!!"
Jiang Songhe was jolted awake by a strange sensation. He opened his eyes to complete darkness, and the half of his body that was against the bed felt paralyzed and numb. Helpless, he could only use his waist and hips to lean back slightly.
A sliver of dim morning light squeezed into her field of vision. Jiang Songhe focused her eyes and finally saw a ring of teeth marks with a bloody sheen on her collarbone.
His masterpiece, left on his lips before going to sleep.
Waking up in this state, his mind was extremely confused, with fragments of both reality and illusion appearing one after another, making it even more difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality.
My throat feels a little tight.
Jiang Songhe stiffened his neck and listened to the sounds above his head for a while. Jonathan's rhythmic breathing, transmitted through his chin, reached the top of his head, indicating that he was most likely still fast asleep.
Jonathan's sleeping posture was not as impenetrable as Jiang Songhe's. Jiang Songhe loosened her arms that were wrapped around him, and the distance between the two became loose, allowing them to barely see each other fully clothed.
Having personally confirmed that he had not degenerated into a mad, predatory beast, Jiang Songhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He then pulled his leg back slightly, and as he moved, he was startled to find that the strange heat seemed to have lingered on his clothes. The breath he had just relaxed suddenly rose again.
He carefully rested his head on Jonathan's arm, rolling 90 degrees to the side. Jonathan, probably like him, had half his body numb, and hadn't even noticed that his arm had been dislocated and thrown down.
Jiang Songhe craned her neck to glance at the foot of the bed. Fortunately, she was positioned lower up and shouldn't be caught in the crossfire, thus avoiding any embarrassing situation.
Once half of the meridians in his body had returned to normal and were fully open while he was lying flat, Jiang Songhe clenched the hand on the silver-haired head, laid it flat, and then slowly pulled it out.
With the seal broken, Jiang Songhe quickly and silently rolled out of bed. She turned around to step out, but then turned back, bent down to check that the jewelry box was still in the bedside table drawer as it was, and then darted into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, wearing a bathrobe, a ring, and pajamas, he hurriedly left the room and headed straight for the basement laundry room.
After tossing her pajamas into the washing machine, Jiang Songhe changed into her outdoor workout clothes that she hadn't had time to put away, went downstairs, and started her morning run. Considering that it was Monday and she needed to be well-prepared for the morning rush hour, she didn't go for an aggressive pace or distance.
After leaving the villa area, he wandered around to find the Cantonese dim sum restaurant where he had ordered takeout last time. He bought three portions of the dishes that Jonathan liked, since there was porridge in the takeout containers. He carried the bags and strolled home.
Wasin also got up very early. When Jiang Songhe arrived home, he was practicing boxing in the open space outside the villa.
Bodyguards are indeed physically exceptional; even in the dead of winter, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, they still look radiant. Jiang Songhe felt inferior, raised an eyebrow, told Vasin to finish his fight and go to the restaurant for dinner, then opened the door to the villa.
After placing the food containers one by one on the table in the restaurant and distributing the bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Songhe took out his phone to check the time; it was just past eight o'clock.
Jiang Songhe needs to be at the company by 11 o'clock, which is an hour's drive away. Based on her previous experience of taking her younger brother to school, she needs to process her morning grumpiness, take a shower, change clothes, eat breakfast, and then dawdle a bit more. By this time, Jonathan should definitely be up.
Jiang Songhe washed her hands and went to the stairwell to go up to the second floor. She hadn't gone two steps when Jonathan came down from the second floor to meet her. He was wearing black sunglasses, a black turtleneck sweater, a black motorcycle jacket, and black jeans, looking quite low-key.
"How was it?" Jonathan flipped his sunglasses up from his head to cover most of his face, dramatically twirled around a few steps above Jiang Songhe, then leaned on the handrail with one hand and asked boastfully, "Wasn't I considerate?"
"Hmm." Jiang Songhe chuckled softly, thinking to herself that the level of self-discipline and self-awareness far exceeded expectations, which is indeed commendable.
"Hmm, that's it?" Jonathan curled his lip to one side. "No reward or anything?"
Thanks to Jonathan's self-discipline, there was plenty of time, and Jiang Songhe was happy to exchange a few words with him: "What kind of reward do you want?"
“For example…” Jonathan leaned on the armrest, his feet still in place, and his upper body slid down smoothly, “a good morning kiss would be nice.”
"Heh." Jiang Songhe nodded with a half-smile, took three or four steps at a time, wrapped his long legs around the other two legs that were touching the ground, and stood next to Jonathan. Then he stretched out his arms and leaned on the handrail, surrounding Jonathan in front of him.
"..." Jonathan seemed surprised that Jiang Songhe was so easy to talk to, and opened his mouth but didn't say anything for a long time.
Jiang Songhe's gaze swept up and down between his suddenly closed thin lips and his bobbing Adam's apple. He tilted his head, raised one hand, and leaned closer and closer.
Closer still, a long finger, raised to the side of Jonathan's flushed cheek, flicked upwards, pushing the oversized sunglasses onto Jonathan's head. Jiang Songhe stared at the eyelashes that had parted between Jonathan's tightly closed eyelids, and laughed triumphantly. Then, right between Jonathan's eyebrows...
He flicked my forehead.
Jonathan covered his forehead and let out a muffled howl.
Jiang Songhe forced back her laughter and commented indifferently, "Such a delicate thing."
"Jiang Songhe?!" Jonathan pressed his palm down so hard his eyebrows furrowed, his pupils seeming to shoot sparks. "You're still talking about—"
When pronouncing "say" and "yes," their lips naturally purse, making them look very approachable up close.
Jiang Songhe suddenly changed his mind.
He seized the next good opportunity for a kiss, leaned down and gave their thin lips a quick peck.
"Human!" The spark flickered twice and went out in a flash. "Words...?"
"Heh." Jiang Songhe stared at the bewildered face and chuckled again. He straightened up, released the lock, turned around, and waved his hand.
"Let's go downstairs for dinner."
...
After breakfast, Jonathan was still a little angry because she had been flicked on the forehead and called spoiled. With his nimble hands, Vasin quickly stacked up the empty bowls from the porridge pot and volunteered to wash the dishes.
Of the three, only Jiang Songhe was not yet dressed. He remembered that he should have sent the clothes to the dry cleaners yesterday. The WANTON WU outfit that Jonathan Xixiu wore was still hanging in the dust cover in the dressing room. He would change his route to go to the dry cleaners first, and he would have to leave at least half an hour earlier. So he did not refuse.
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Songhe, dressed in a black suit, came downstairs carrying a dust bag.
The three of them went to the entrance and changed their shoes. Jiang Songhe took the Luman car keys from the storage tray and was about to open the door when Jonathan grabbed the keys and stuffed them into Vasin's hand, saying awkwardly, "He'll open it."
"Don't be silly, he's from the left wing of the Porcelain Country, and besides, he doesn't even know the route."
"Isn't there navigation?"
"Tsk."
"Tsk, what tsk? When you had alcohol poisoning, wasn't it him who safely brought you back?"
"……what ever."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com