Should we not go down?
Jonathan was very quiet.
It was too quiet, which made Jiang Songhe wonder if it was because his skills were lacking since he was new to this field.
It's highly likely that the bruise on the corner of her mouth hadn't fully healed, and she didn't realize that the pain triggered an incorrect subconscious reaction, which prevented Jonathan from fully enjoying the pleasure.
Jiang Songhe glanced up, trying to adjust her approach based on Jonathan's immediate expression to improve customer satisfaction.
All that can be seen is a slender, sharply defined jawline.
Jonathan leaned against the wall, one hand outstretched to grip the edge of a cabinet in the corner, the other hand covering his mouth, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
That shouldn't be the case.
Jiang Songhe was eager to confirm, so he gently squeezed her waist with his large hand, while his other hand slid down the curve of her body, bringing her closer to her knee.
It didn't take much force, but it made the person sway precariously, almost sliding down the wall.
The hand that had been gripping his knee immediately shifted angle and rose to support him, while the hand that had been supporting his waist swiftly slammed against the wall and moved down to act as a chair. The sudden fall caused Jonathan to reflexively release his grip, and he pressed down on Jiang Songhe's shoulder as if drawn by a magnet.
Jiang Songhe heard the feedback she was hoping for. Her heart was pounding so loudly that it took her a few seconds of eye contact to realize, combined with the glint in her narrow eyes, that the voice in her ear was actually a sob.
A sudden rush of consciousness went through Jiang Songhe's mind. He belatedly realized that when Jonathan pulled his hair and said "Don't" before he took action, his intention might simply have been rejection, or dislike.
He arrogantly thought that by doing this he could offset Jonathan's grievances by punishing himself, but in the end he just used his physical advantage to act like a scoundrel.
dilemma.
Jiang Songhe slowed down in a panic and looked at Jonathan to find out his intentions.
Jonathan looked as if he had been burned, turned his face away, propped himself up, and created distance.
"..." Jiang Songhe remained completely still, his forehead pressed apologetically against Jonathan's lower abdomen, and he sighed through his nose. Afraid that Jonathan might suddenly lose his support and fall, he first released his grip on his knee and put his head down on the ground.
Just as I was about to retreat, I heard a nasal complaint coming from above.
"Who told you to stop?"
Jiang Songhe was startled, receiving a clear signal. Encouraged, he grabbed Jonathan's hand, wiped the burning tears from his face until they were half-dry, and then placed it on the back of his head, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted with it.
Jonathan refused, and punched Jiang Songhe on the shoulder with his fist.
Jiang Songhe interpreted this punch as a urging, not intending to waste time on details, but also not intending to give Jonathan a chance to escape in dissatisfaction. He straightened his body and knelt forward, his arms overlapping like climbing vines, using all four limbs to firmly encircle Jonathan in his arms.
After pushing for a while, probably something went wrong again, Jonathan began to tremble and resist.
"Okay...okay...let me go..."
Jiang Songhe didn't know why he was also caught up in the moment. His guilt had long been drained by his selfless actions. He ignored the requests and did the opposite of what was expected.
"I said! I told you to let go..." Two legs wriggled in my arms like fish tails, the back of my neck was held in an unfriendly way, one arm tried to squeeze into the tight lock, found a foothold and pried open my chin, "Open it..."
The breathy voice, infused with a melodious vibrato, acts like a potent accelerant with significant side effects.
With her hearing impaired and her desire for control running rampant, Jiang Songhe's mind was filled with only one thought: "Mine, mine, all of it is mine." She ignored the saline solution seeping from between her eyelashes and the tearful murmurs that escaped her conscious mind.
"I'm quick...you let...let...uh...!"
A burning sensation rushed to her throat, and Jiang Songhe's rationality suddenly returned. She coughed twice, not knowing how to deal with it, so she pursed her lips and withdrew, prioritizing catching the trembling figure that had collapsed onto her.
There should be a gentle after-sales service, so Jiang Songhe patted Jonathan's back to help him catch his breath, and then quietly put on his pajama pants and straightened them.
Jonah's breathing calmed down. He arched his cheek against Jiang Songhe's neck, ran his fingers through the black hair behind his head for support, and used his still slightly trembling thin lips to reach for Jiang Songhe's cupid's bow.
Jiang Songhe had something inconvenient to say, so she subconsciously turned her head away. By the time she realized what she had done, it was too late. Judging from Jonathan's expression, she was clearly taken aback by her own reaction.
We'll avoid going back to the pre-liberation era.
Jonathan didn't want to kiss her anymore, his eyes suddenly becoming clear and cold: "You think it's dirty but you still forced it on me. To settle things, President Jiang is really going all out."
“However, if we want to protect my brother and also make up for the losses,” Jonathan moved off Jiang Songhe’s lap, stood on his feet, bent down to wipe the moisture from his lips, and then scratched his Adam’s apple, “this appetizer is not good enough.”
Jiang Songhe swallowed the food, then raised her hand to cover Jonathan's hand, stopping it in front of her neck: "Whatever is enough, I'll do whatever you want."
Jonathan paused for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered in Jiang Songhe's ear.
"I want to have you."
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The ground was a mess, covered in broken glass. Jiang Songhe was worried that Jonathan would cut his bare feet, and he also needed enough time to mentally prepare himself. So, despite the creditor's refusal, he insisted on carrying Jonathan to the bedroom with his legs, which were numb from kneeling.
There was indeed an element of a desperate struggle.
Along the way, Jiang Songhe tried his best to control his posture and gait, attempting to display his boyfriend-like strength with his tall and steady figure, hoping that Jonathan might change his mind.
Once inside the bedroom, Jiang Songhe placed Jonathan at the foot of the bed. Jonathan lazily crossed his legs, raised his chin at him, and with a single word, "undress," his ulterior motives vanished on the spot.
Stand at attention if you're going to be hit; a gentleman's word is as good as his bond...
Jiang Songhe took off her clothes one by one, moved to the bedside under X-ray-like scrutiny, turned her body tensely, and finally sighed silently before resignedly lying down on the bed.
With his forehead pressed against the pillow, he stared at his fingernails, feeling a strong urge to bite them.
Jiang Songhe's inner monologue: "Jonathan, the man I love, this precious opportunity I waited ten years for, this painstakingly crafted transformation project, is ruined because of me. Even if he stabs me in the back, it's only right and proper..._(:з」∠)_"
With this in mind, he steeled himself, buried his face in the pillow, and silently awaited the unknown.
A cool touch swept over me from bottom to top, causing my muscles to spasm involuntarily wherever it touched. Then, warm breath sprayed onto my earlobe, gently nibbling it. The breath then moved to the side of my neck, and a dull pain immediately shot through my skin.
Jiang Songhe clenched his fists under the pillow, gritted his teeth, and stifled a groan in his throat.
The movement stopped at that moment.
“I’m exhausted from working for more than ten hours straight. Lying down and pretending to be dead is too easy for you,” Jonathan said. “Turn around and look at me.”
...
Jonathan reached out and took an exquisite gift box from the hands of a completely black sculpture. He untied the bow, opened the lid, and tossed it aside, dumping all the bottles and jars inside onto the bed.
Jiang Songhe's legs were pinned down, so he could only watch quietly.
Jonathan looked completely at ease. When he tried to tear open the square packaging, he pulled a few times but couldn't. He slapped it at Jiang Songhe and told him to do it himself. Then he went to fiddle with a translucent, exquisite bottle.
Jiang Songhe glanced down quickly and bit his lip. Although he hadn't used it before, based on the measurements he'd just taken, it might be a bit tight. He tore it open, flipped it over, and while Jonathan was focused on his work, he gritted his teeth and did it himself, then breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just barely acceptable.
His chest was pressed down, and he looked down along the porcelain-white arm, taking another deep breath.
Jonathan closed his eyes, frowned, and hunched over, looking like he wasn't feeling well.
Jiang Songhe opened her mouth, but her vocal cords seemed to be severed by the scene before her. She was unsure whether she should follow the principle of not looking at what is improper at this time. She subconsciously wanted to look away, but she couldn't do it no matter what.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Songhe felt a certain part fall into someone else's hands, and his already furrowed brows deepened. He raised his hand, as if to use his fingertips as an iron to smooth out Jonathan's expression: "Should we... just forget about it?"
Jonathan opened his eyes and glared at him, then angrily shoved his thumb into his mouth at the worst possible moment: "Shut up."
Jiang Songhe hesitated before doing so, his movements clumsy and hesitant.
Jonah shuddered, pulling his thumb out as if electrocuted, pressing it against the edge of his chin, and covering it with his other four fingers, shifting his gaze away to continue focusing on the advance and retreat behind him.
The breaths around his ear grew increasingly labored, and Jiang Songhe wasn't much better off. Watching Jonathan stubbornly try to conquer him, he felt a mix of reluctance and physical desire, a state of agonizing tension that could only be described as a living hell.
But he made it clear that what Jonathan should not experience was pain.
With no progress made, Jonathan, sweating profusely, began to act rashly out of spite.
“I, uh, I,” Jiang Songhe grasped Jonathan’s wrist, wrapped her arms around his waist, and patted him tentatively, “Should we…”
"don't want."
"I mean, holding you... I'll come..."
Jonathan stopped talking.
Jiang Songhe was certain that Jonathan had no further explanation, so she pressed his back and hugged him like a baby.
Taking cautious steps, perhaps because of the groundwork laid earlier, Jonathan soon began to provide feedback. Jiang Songhe rested the silver-haired head on her shoulder and actively supplemented her responses based on this feedback.
When Jonah arrived at Mangtengap, Jiang Songhe was still halfway up the mountain, but he didn't dare to make any rash moves.
Unsure whether to continue, he panted heavily, gritting his teeth as he awaited instructions. Jonathan paused for a moment, just like the first time, until he regained some of his senses, then propped himself up and looked down.
Jiang Songhe seized the opportunity to raise his chin and offer his lips, but Jonathan turned his face away and pushed him to the side.
It seems like that's it, and it's over.
Jiang Songhe suddenly felt a little disappointed, but his uncooperative parts were going against him, and his mood was very high. He could only awkwardly look for a blanket to cover himself in the corner of his eye, turn his back, close his eyes, and prepare to cool down with his willpower.
"You're not here yet, come up."
Jiang Songhe blushed, his heart fluttering with excitement. While inwardly scolding himself for being hypocritical, he slowly stepped forward, his knees slightly raised as he passed under Sen's armpit: "I... am very heavy."
The long moon that had just been raised immediately dropped a message: "So, do you want to go or not? Don't go down."
Jiang Songhe bent his arm back to restore Changyue's back, protecting Jonathan's head as he moved forward step by step. Jonathan's eyes were red and wet, he bit his lip to suppress a sound, and his chin would occasionally lift up, his wet, soft hair seeming to melt and spread in Jiang Songhe's palm.
The sudden expansion doubled the difficulty, and Jiang Songhe suddenly felt his mouth dry and his bangs were wet with sweat and fell down. His eyes hurt from being pulled so hard. He licked his lips, closed his eyes and pressed down on the gun.
"Why...is my face...so...unpalatable?"
He opened his eyes again and stared intently. After a while, his eyes felt inexplicably hot. He lifted Jonathan's head and turned his head to kiss him, but Jonathan dodged away and simply raised his arm to cover half of his face.
It was awkward, agonizing, and a little lonely.
Why haven't you given it to me yet? How long will it take? Will you even give it to me at all?
Then panic began.
I want to kiss, I want to kiss, I want to kiss...
Then he started to get irritable.
“【Nice】, how about this, okay?” Jiang Songhe’s five fingers slipped inside Jonathan’s five fingers and pulled him to the top of his head, making his fair face fully face her. “Baby, relax, I’m going to be serious.”
Upon hearing this, Jonah's thin lips parted slightly in confusion: "How could you...?!"
Jiang Songhe glanced at him without answering, changing the subject: "I'm a little bit [Goufast], hmm?"
Jonathan couldn't pull his hand away, so he struggled and protested.
No. [The Five Finger Mountain pushes the earth's crust], [overturning the diamond-like surface of the interior]—a promise must be kept. [Jade-like clouds are visibly tinged with the glow of dawn], [the cries of young beasts, sometimes near, sometimes far, stir the heartstrings].
Pan Chan, shrinking during the day.
Reason was completely washed away by the turbulent weather, and the mind seemed to degenerate as well. The rule of "throwing a tantrum if you can't get what you want" that I never had the chance to practice as a child surged back at this moment.
The thought that the person in front of her was so different from how he had treated her before filled Jiang Songhe with bitterness and hatred. She thought she would never hear words like "I am yours" and "I love you" again. Her obsession with Bihei Will grew even more intense.
"【Yua...Hemachi Mitsu】! 【S, Slo-dang】!"
"Call me by my name."
"don't want."
To gather and carve.
Pan Chan fell, [the mountaineer plucked the brocade cloud and kneaded it into the snow on the tall tree, shaping it into the form of a cub], [the bone peak surpassed jade, attracting him to linger], [his nose parted the frost and silver branches, and he inhaled the cold fragrance], his lips and teeth spoke of a request, but his actions were a threat: "[Kao Mi], I want to hear it, hmm?"
"Jiang Songhe, you...bastard! Enough...I don't want it anymore!"
"you want."
A large hand reached over Jonathan's collar and forcefully turned his chin, trying to read clues, to discern a deadline, from the flickering light in his eyes. Unfortunately, even his own eyes were unfocused, and he couldn't read anything.
Just before he reached the summit, before the daylight completely overwhelmed his vision, he fiercely yet ingratiatingly kissed the stubborn, thin lips.
“Jonathan, baby, I love you, I promise you, you're mine…”
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