Chapter 19 Cat Stickers

Yin Jiu considered many possibilities, including belief and disbelief, but he had never thought that the answer would be this.

It doesn't matter to Yin Jiu whether he is misunderstood by someone or not, or whether it is explained or not, as it will not have any impact on him anyway.

Moreover, even if he believed it, it didn't mean that the situation would be favorable to him. People's hearts were unpredictable. Just like when Yin Jiu was a teenager, he always wanted his mother to believe him. Many years later, Yin Jiu realized that his mother might never have doubted him.

This truth is very touching, isn't it? There was no doubt at all, but the illusion of suspicion was created. The purpose is easy to guess, it's just to train him to be more obedient.

Therefore, Yin Jiu didn't really care whether Ning Changyue believed it or not. He was just afraid that Ning Changyue was saying one thing and thinking another. Of course, he thought it was unlikely to be the case, but as long as he thought about such a possibility, Yin Jiu felt uncomfortable.

Until Ning Changyue gave this answer: Should I thank him?

He wasn't sure whether he understood the hint or not, and this answer was not the best one in Yin Jiu's mind, but the tight knot in Yin Jiu's heart was relaxed because of it.

Reaching out and gently touching Ning Changyue's chin, Yin Jiu smiled and said, "You don't have to thank anyone, because there is no such thing. After all, no one has raised me except my parents. Of course, if you want to raise me in the future, it's not impossible."

Ning Changyue nodded, her eyes sparkling, as if she was moved.

Yin Jiu said: "From your expression, I feel like you don't have any good intentions."

Ning Changyue said slowly, "If I raise you, can you stay at home in the future?"

"I didn't realize you still have a heart of your own. Are you trying to lock me up?" Yin Jiu stood up and put on his backpack. "Let's go, little gold master. The rest of the time is yours. But before that, I have to go back to the dormitory to take a shower. I'm sweating so much that I stink."

Yin Jiu himself does not admit that he has a germaphobia. After all, he can tolerate not cleaning his house for a month, but he cannot tolerate not taking a shower after sweating, so every time he gets home, he basically takes a shower as soon as possible.

He was feeling quite uncomfortable at the moment, having just sweated a lot while playing basketball. Now that the sweat had dried up, he felt quite refreshed physically, but psychologically he just felt sticky.

He said that he stank. Ning Changyue couldn't help but lean over and sniff at the crevice of his neck. She didn't smell anything bad, but she could feel the heat penetrating her skin and blowing towards her face.

He was too close, and his breath sprayed on his skin, bringing a shudder. Yin Jiu suppressed his instinct to retreat and asked, "Haven't you smelled enough? Don't tell me you can't smell it."

Ning Changyue shook her head and said a little later: "It doesn't stink."

"It doesn't stink, you like it very much, right?" Yin Jiu said in a teasing tone.

Ning Changyue nodded and said, "I like it."

The tone is very plain and straightforward, as if he is stating the facts. Isn't this a very obvious thing?

Yin Jiu didn't respond to this for a moment, mainly because he was teased again. If it were in another place, he would have pushed the person to the bed and kissed her until she cried, but in public, he could only say without temper: "I'll let you smell it enough when we get home. Now, behave yourself."

He told him to be content, but Ning Changyue didn't think there was anything wrong with him. But compared to this, he paid more attention to the previous sentence.

So when the two of them were on their way to the dormitory, Yin Jiu asked him, "I'll let you plan your schedule for the rest of the day. Is there anywhere you want to go or anything you want to do?"

Ning Changyue replied without hesitation: "Go home."

"Okay, let's go home." Yin Jiu agreed without thinking too much.

When the two returned to Yin Jiu's dormitory, the second and third brothers were both there. They chatted casually for a few words, and Yin Jiu took a quick five-minute shower.

After packing the sportswear he had taken off into a bag and stuffing it into his backpack, Yin Jiu said goodbye to his roommates, then left the dormitory holding Ning Changyue's hand.

Before going home, the two of them had dinner in the school cafeteria.

Yin Jiuxian finished eating, and while waiting, he sent a few messages to his lawyer, asking him to send him a lawyer's letter.

It was a warning. The person who spread the rumor against him was either out of hatred or love. Yin Jiu didn't care which one it was. But now that the person was in front of Ning Changyue, he couldn't let it go.

With a lot of evidence of rumors in hand, it would only take a few words to deal with it.

When it comes to treating his enemies, Yin Jiu can hardly be considered merciful.

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Yin Jiu has said that the rest of the time belongs to you, and you can smell it enough when you get home.

But what he didn't expect was that Ning Changyue would be so thorough. After returning home and washing up, Ning Changyue sat astride his legs and buried her face in the crook of his neck, and she couldn't stay in this position any longer.

Patting Ning Changyue on the back, Yin Jiu said helplessly: "Loosen up a bit, show me your legs."

After saying this, he felt that this statement was a bit ambiguous, so he added: "Let me see if I still need to apply the medicine."

Director Ning then stepped back a little, but did not get down. He just sat back and maintained that posture.

Yin Jiu pulled his silk pajamas down to his knees and gently touched the bruises with his fingers. The skin was not broken, but compared to yesterday, the bruises had spread and looked more hideous. △

Yin Jiu's skin was fair, but the skin under his fingers was several shades whiter than his, creating a color difference that was not drastic but obvious. The legs were perfectly formed, straight and white. When Yin Jiu's eyes fell on them, his eyes darkened slightly.

Ning Changyue wanted to dodge back when being touched vaguely by the fingertips, but there was nowhere to retreat. She could only tense her body, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Last night Yin Jiu pressed him down on the bed. He couldn't see his face, but he looked particularly fierce and scary.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you say you liked it before?" As he said this, Yin Jiuqu scratched the rose-colored kiss mark on his thigh with his fingers twice, and the tense man softened.

Ning Changyue said before that he also liked Yin Jiu to make him feel pain, but Yin Jiu knew that the pain he was referring to was not real pain, but itching.

His ears, lower back, and thighs were all sensitive spots. He couldn't stand it when Yin Jiu touched them, but his expression wasn't one of disgust. It was more like a contradictory feeling of not being able to stand it but wanting more.

Quite cute.

Yin Jiu took the ointment and gently applied it on him with a cotton swab.

After applying the medicine, Yin Jiu helped him pull up his pajamas. His expression didn't change much, but only he knew that he was very irritable at the moment. However, he didn't want to do anything. It was too frequent and it was not good.

Ning Changyue was unaware of anything and nestled back into his arms.

Yin Jiu smiled and said, "You're not going down today, right?"

The arms around his neck tightened a little more, and Ning Changyue expressed his wishes with practical actions.

"Okay, then you hold on tight. I won't catch you if you fall." Yin Jiu said, and stood up and walked towards the study.

The silk pajamas were smooth and frictionless. Ning Changyue tried hard to hold his waist tightly, but still couldn't stop the trend of sliding down.

The person who said he didn't want to answer the call actually held his legs at the first moment and carried him into the study as if he was holding a child.

For the following time, Yin Jiu stayed in the study, as if holding someone in his arms did not affect his work.

Ning Changyue was quiet and did not disturb him. She just lay in his arms and fulfilled her promise.

I don’t know how long it took, but the person in my arms fell asleep.

Yin Jiu's gaze finally left the computer. The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, like a human-shaped takoyaki, clinging tightly to him.

The amazing thing is that even though they were so close and intimate without any gap between them, Yin Jiu couldn't feel any desire at all. His heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, completely soft.

What does it feel like to like someone?

Until this moment, Yin Jiu had a concrete description.

The person in his arms is the one he loves.

He was in a trance for a long time until his cell phone rang, bringing him back to his senses. He didn't want to answer it, but the ringing stopped automatically after the time was up, and then rang again soon after.

Ning Changyue was also woken up by this. After waking up, she did not close her eyes but rubbed Yin Jiu's neck and cheeks with her eyes closed.

It's comfortable, but a little itchy.

Yin Jiu smiled and dodged for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, I'm going to answer a call."

But when he found the phone, he discovered that it was not his call. They both had the same phone, and the ringtone was the default one.

Yin Jiu picked up the phone and said, "It's yours." Ning Changyue still closed his eyes and didn't want to answer it.

"Your aunt's number."

After adding this, Ning Changyue reluctantly answered the call.