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Zhou Min endured it passively. His lips could not close due to the gag, and only his tongue could move freely.
Her eyes fell on the beautiful curves covered by the nightgown. She didn't know how long this excessive torture would last. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue and try to explore the source of heat.
This unexpected temptation made Zhou Qiting tremble.
The slender five fingers then grasped the back of Zhou Min's head, pressing her towards the boundless hot flashes. At this moment, she felt the skin on both sides of her head suddenly tightened and rubbed against her ears.
She obediently soothed him with her tongue until Zhou Yiting released his hands and let her head fall back onto the pillow.
Zhou Min's eyes were a little dazed, his hair was messy and he lay on the bed. He breathed in the fresh air deeply, and his red tongue, which he didn't have time to retract, subconsciously licked the sticky lips.
His black hair fell softly from both sides of his shoulders, rising and falling in front of his body with his deep breathing. Zhou Qiting looked down at Zhou Min's embarrassed appearance and felt a burst of spiritual pleasure.
"Now do you know how to use this mouth?"
“Hmm…”
All she got in response were incomplete syllables and tearful eyes that were still out of focus.
As if suddenly remembering something, Zhou Yiting stretched out two fingers, rubbed Zhou Min's lower lip with his fingertips, picked up a wetness, and inserted it into her mouth along the surface of his tongue.
The sudden feeling of a foreign object made Zhou Min want to grit his teeth, but his teeth were still blocked by the gag. He tried to push it away with his tongue, but it was of no use. He could only let Zhou Qiting do whatever he wanted.
Seeing Zhou Min's helpless eyes, Zhou Qiting's mood improved slightly. With a playful smile on his face, he whispered, "How do you feel?"
Zhou Min knew that Zhou Yiting was taking revenge on her for her previous rough behavior of feeding her medicine.
She narrowed her eyes and licked the base of Zhou Yiting's fingers with the tip of her tongue in an ambiguous manner.
As expected, the almost provocative behavior made Zhou Min hear a gasp and feel Zhou Qiting's fingers going deeper.
She could only swallow hard the saliva that kept overflowing to suppress the physiological nausea in her throat.
As he swallowed, Zhou Yiting felt his fingertips being wrapped by the soft flesh of his mouth, and his long-standing annoyance was somewhat relieved.
It was not until the person under him coughed violently and Zhou Min coughed out tears that Zhou Qiting decided to let her go. He slowly pulled out his fingers and wiped them on the chest of Zhou Min's newly changed pajamas.
"When I had a fever, you came into the room with a gun. You wanted to kill me, didn't you?" Zhou Qiting said as he untied the gag strap, held Zhou Min's wet face so that she faced him, and asked softly, "Why didn't you do it later?"
Finally able to close his mouth, Zhou Min bit his lower lip, raised his eyes and looked directly at Zhou Qiting, seeing her satisfied look after playing with him wantonly, trying to read the purpose of her asking this question from her expression.
Zhou Min couldn't understand why Zhou Yiting was interested in a killer's mental journey.
Just as she couldn't understand, in crime documentaries, the narrators always liked to start with the criminals' bad childhood experiences, as if only in this way could the audience understand that sin is not innate.
When Zhou Min watched this type of documentary for the first time, she also briefly recalled her childhood. Even if she excluded the turning point that changed her destiny, her life would probably not be much better.
Poverty is not a breeding ground for crime, but the malice that is everywhere around us is.
A life of hunger, a dilapidated welfare home, a director who will do anything to make money, and other children who exclude her at every turn. In such an environment, can she really grow up impartially relying only on the little kindness given to her by Teacher Xiao He and Zhou Qiting when she was a child?
She often gave up here because it was very difficult for her to look at a piece of stained paper and imagine the original picture on it.
Wrong is wrong. Will the Investigation Bureau forgive her because of her pitiful life experience?
Any single one of her evil deeds would be enough to bring her to ruin. It was just a long-lost moment of mercy towards her target. Was it necessary to take it so seriously?
Or, what Zhou Qiting wanted to know was his feelings towards her as Zhou Min?
But as despicable as she is, she cannot and dare not have any noble thoughts.
Zhou Min began to recall his thoughts at that time, trying to find a reasonable explanation to answer Zhou Yiting's question.
At that time, when I saw Zhou Yiting's sick and weak appearance, I naturally felt pity for her, naturally put down the gun, and naturally wanted to take care of her.
Everything happened so naturally.
But this obviously does not produce a satisfactory answer.
Zhou Min thought further, thinking about his last day at Zhenbang, how decisive he was when he cut off the power supply before completing the mission, and how anxious he was when he found that the fire was spreading towards the elevator floor where Zhou Yiting was trapped.
Huang Peiyi's venting behavior was a variable that he had not anticipated, as was the unclear feelings he had for Zhou Yiting at that time.
The accumulation of variables made the situation out of control, and Zhou Min had to make a quick decision between completing the mission and rescuing Zhou Qiting.
What was her thinking when she saved Zhou Yiting?
Although he was struggling in his heart, his body subconsciously ran towards where Zhou Qiting was, like a torrential downpour, disrupting his long-term plan.
Zhou Min still remembered how sad he was at that time. How could he drop everything and hold her in his arms even though he knew that the fire in front of him could burn him to ashes?
Which answer is more appropriate to say: it happened naturally or I had no choice?
It all seems too unbelievable.
Should I tell her about the feelings that I only realized later?
If Zhou Qiting knew that beneath the rottenness in his heart, there was a heart that loved her, would she also feel disgusted?
That unspeakable feeling is like a rose at this moment, deeply rooted in this heart stuck in the mud to absorb nutrients. The thorns wind from the throat, bleeding all the way, and the moment it opens is the time to bloom.
Rather than receiving disgust after offering your sincerity, it is better to let the flowers wither between clenched teeth.
It's really hard to discern the thoughts of someone in a higher position when looking up from below. Zhou Min tried to interpret Zhou Qiting's expression but to no avail. After a long silence, he chuckled softly and asked in confusion, "You care a lot?"
Hearing the familiar question, Zhou Qiting raised an eyebrow slightly. Looking at Zhou Min's lower canine teeth, which were now a bit annoyingly white and exposed when he smiled, he said dissatisfiedly, "Who allowed you to ask a counter-question? Just answer me directly."
It seems that he really cares.
But why would I care? What's there to care about when it comes to a toy?
Zhou Min closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Then he slowly opened them and said in a frivolous tone with a blank expression: "Because I can't bear to kill you. The thought that you will be the most valuable life to die in my hands makes me uncontrollably excited."
Before she finished speaking, she turned her head and pressed her lips against Zhou Qiting's palm, feeling the cool temperature on her lips and the familiar smell on her nose. She said vaguely, "I just wanted to prolong that excitement."
The air exhaled while speaking made her palm itchy. Zhou Yiting withdrew her hand with a cold face, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.
"Zhou Min, why have you become like this?"
There was a hint of loneliness in her words. Zhou Min looked at her thin back and suddenly wanted to hug her. When he raised his hand, the handcuffs on his wrists made another crackling sound.
The unexpected sound woke both of them from the gentle atmosphere. Zhou Qiting tightened her hands on the bed, and Zhou Min turned his eyes away and stopped looking at her.
Faced with this almost interrogative question, Zhou Min really didn't know how to respond, so he had to ask again: "What should I become?"
What would Zhou Min become if it weren't for those nightmarish thirteen years?
This question, which even Zhou Min himself couldn't figure out, was thrown to the other party.
The person next to me rarely gave a patient answer, but it seemed that he had no answer: "At least it shouldn't be like this now."
Hearing this, Zhou Min laughed.
I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that either.
"Then what do you want me to become?" Zhou Min blinked hard a few times to relieve the soreness in his eyes. "Or, in other words, what kind of toy does Miss Zhou want?"
The teasing in the latter part of the sentence obviously caused Zhou Qiting's dissatisfaction. She turned around, glanced at Zhou Min indifferently, and said coldly:
"I want an obedient dog."
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