Chapter 17 Mark

This night was a bit difficult for Ning Changyue.

To him, it was very strange.

Abdominal muscles, what abdominal muscles? If this word had not come out of Yin Jiu's mouth, Ning Changyue might never have paid attention to it in her life.

Although Ning Changyue is not face-blind, his recognition of human faces is very low. In his eyes, people actually look similar.

He doesn't care about appearance, let alone abdominal muscles. If it's steak, he might be more interested.

It feels so unfair and wronged.

Tears were streaming down her face, but Yin Jiu kept asking, "Baby, whose abs look better?"

This was simply slander. Ning Changyue was stubborn at first and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Later, I felt really uncomfortable and finally said, "I didn't see it."

Yin Jiu said, "What didn't you see?"

“I didn’t see the abdominal muscles.”

His aggrieved expression was so obvious that Yin Jiu had actually realized a long time ago that he had made a mistake, but he just... didn't want to stop.

People have this kind of bad nature. Especially when they are intimate and are indulged by the other party, it is easy to lose their bottom line.

Ning Changyue cried very hard and even bit people, but in fact, she was just pretending and the bite was not as painful as an ant.

But now that he has begged for mercy, Yin Jiu naturally cannot turn a blind eye.

After kissing away the tears on his face, Yin Jiu asked, "Then tell me, why are you staring at me?"

Ning Changyue: "Tail."

After realizing what he meant, Yin Jiu was a little surprised, then he fell on him with laughter, panting and saying, "No, you stared at my tail and drooled, don't tell me you were gluttonous."

Isn't it a bit weird? Who would be so obsessed with eating a fish tail after watching a mermaid?

Ning Changyue turned her head away and didn't want to look at him anymore.

What I just did seems a bit bad.

Yin Jiu put his arm around his waist and measured him. His frame was too thin. He looked like a teenager who had not fully grown up and needed more growth.

Turning over, Yin Jiu hugged Ning Changyue to himself, and said lazily: "Ning Changyue, you are a little too obedient. Sometimes you lose your temper and try to reject me. Is that okay?"

Most of the time, Ning Changyue was too submissive to him.

This was not the first time Yin Jiu said he was well behaved. Ning Changyue always thought that he liked him to be well behaved, but now he said that he was too well behaved.

Ning Changyue didn’t quite understand. What’s wrong with being obedient?

Be a little better, be a little better, so you won't make the same mistake again.

Ning Changyue hesitated and asked the question in her heart: "You don't like... me to be a little better?"

"I like you, but there's no need to control your nature. Although I often tell you to be good, I'm just trying to make you happy. I don't really think you've done anything wrong. You can be a little more straightforward in front of me and your boyfriend."

Yin Jiu felt that it might be due to her upbringing, Ning Changyue would act coquettishly and have a bad temper, but she had never really disobeyed herself. Hidden beneath her well-behaved appearance was a deep-seated fear.

The first time he was brought home, he walked in by himself, but the second time he was brought home, he stood outside the door, waiting for Yin Jiu to invite him in.

This child actually has a lot of ideas. No one is born obedient. He just does it deliberately.

Ning Changyue had always been pretending to be good in front of him, and the more they got along, the more Yin Jiu was certain of this.

Even when he was angry and bit people, he only dared to lick them lightly.

Yin Jiu hooked his chin with his fingertips and said in a seductive tone: "You bite me every time, why don't you dare to bite me harder? Don't you want to leave something on me to declare your sovereignty?"

Ning Changyue raised her arms and looked him up and down, as if trying to determine whether it was true or not.

"Don't you want to?" The tempting voice was still in my ears.

I want to, how could I not want to.

Yin Jiu's fingertips slid on the collarbone twice, then slowly slid down along the collarbone and landed on the abdominal muscles that rose and fell with breathing: "Come on, choose a position, bite me, harder, I like you to hurt me."

Let him try to refuse, but still dominate him forcefully. This man's desire to dominate is engraved in his bones, but this time, Ning Changyue didn't force himself at all. He opened his mouth and bit his collarbone, nibbling it gently.

"So good."

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Facts have proved that Ning Changyue has a strong learning ability.

When Yin Jiu returned to school the next day, Ning Changyue had not gotten up yet.

At his age, he should have unlimited energy, but Ning Changyue was a little malnourished, with a thin frame and not much flesh on his body.

So even though Yin Jiu bullied someone badly last night, it didn't really get to that point.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can’t bear to.

After gently kissing the sleeping person on the forehead, Yin Jiu went to class.

In the first big class, he sat in his usual seat in the back row.

Throughout the class, people kept turning their heads to look at him.

After a little thought, Yin Jiu knew the reason.

He was wearing a simple white V-neck sweatshirt today. The neckline was very low, so the marks left by Ning Changyue's sucking and biting last night could not be completely covered. He teased her a little too hard, and the rosy marks looked a little shocking.

It was intentional. Since they had said that Ning Changyue was the one who claimed the sovereignty, then they had to let people know that there was an owner.

Of course, this is the superficial reason.

The real reason is that the stray dog ​​has an owner, shouldn’t people be happy?

Since he became an adult, Yin Jiu has always regarded himself as a stray dog ​​and never felt sorry for himself. This is a kind of irony.

So in his opinion, Ning Changyue has never been the weaker party, their relationship is just one of mutual need.

The class passed quickly without him noticing. After class, Yin Jiu sent several messages to Ning Changyue, but she didn't reply. Seeing that she was at home, Yin Jiu didn't bother her again.

It should be said that Ning Changyue, who doesn't like to reply to messages, seems quite aloof at this moment.

At noon, Yin Jiu saw that he hadn't replied to her message yet, so he called him. When he asked on the phone, "Why don't you reply to my message?"

On the other end of the phone, Ning Changyue said slowly, "I'm losing my temper."

Yin Jiu laughed and asked him to be straightforward instead of making wild guesses. Knowing that he couldn't change his mind in a short time, Yin Jiu stopped dwelling on it and told Ning Changyue to eat well.

Afraid that he would not eat properly, Yin Jiu had already ordered the meal in advance and had Lao Li deliver it.

After making sure he had eaten, Yin Jiu started to worry about something else: "Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah." Ning Changyue responded softly.

Yin Jiu apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I won't do this next time. I will try not to hurt you in the future." Although if the time really comes, he may not be able to control himself.

Ning Changyue said, "No."

"Um?"

He said, “I like it too.”

You hurt me.

Yin Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "Ning Changyue, you're a bit too much. What should I do now that I really want to see you?"

There was a beep and the call was hung up.

At this time, perhaps Yin Jiu should stop it, or perhaps he should take the initiative to go back.

But in the end he chose to wait.

Half an hour later, he waited for him at the place where Ning Changyue often fed the cats.

When the man came to him, Yin Jiu smiled and opened his arms: "Come here, boyfriend, give me a hug."

The boy, whose face was slightly red and who was out of breath due to running, ran into his arms without hesitation.

At this moment, Yin Jiu suddenly realized that his deliberate gentleness was actually a kind of pampering.

Ning Changyue also pampers Yin Jiu in her own way.