Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Are you dissatisfied?
The man whose hair she grabbed had dark pupils. He looked up at Song Youning with a sinister look, red at the corners of his eyes, and flames seemed to be burning in his dark pupils.
This expression clearly shows dissatisfaction.
Song Youning glanced at him with a sarcastic look on his face: "You don't accept it?"
The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
"No."
"sorry."
His apology was completely insincere. Song Youning sneered and reached out to the stunned little curly-haired boy beside him, saying in a cold tone, "Give me the wine."
The seemingly easy-going guest suddenly changed her expression. The little curly-haired girl quietly moved to the side and immediately handed over the bottle of wine when she reached out her hand.
The bottle of wine in her hand was newly opened and heavy. Song Youning lowered her eyes to meet those gloomy black ones. The corners of her rosy lips curved into a cold arc. She said, "There's no sincerity."
The man looked at her without flinching. "What does it mean to be sincere?"
She put the cold wine bottle against his lips, and she deliberately used force, and her red lips were squeezed and deformed by the bottle mouth.
"Drink this bottle of wine."
The man's lips were pursed into a sharp arc, his eyelashes drooped to cover his eyes that were surging with dark currents. Only his slightly trembling fingertips revealed his uneasy emotions at the moment.
He remained silent, as if resisting.
When the bottle was put into his mouth, the man turned his face away. Song Youning sneered and raised and lowered his palm.
"Snap."
The loud clapping made the box quiet instantly, and everyone looked over.
The man kneeling on one knee in front of Song Youning had his face knocked to one side by the blow. In the dim light, it was hard to see what had happened.
It's normal for a place like this to have difficult customers and anything can happen, as long as it's not excessive.
Everyone present was an old hand, and they could tell at a glance that it was just a newcomer who wasn't very good at making customers happy, so he got slapped in the face, which was no big deal.
Anyway, there will be compensation afterwards.
Li Yi and Zheng Zhilin just wanted to ask what was going on when they were pulled back by the others who were surrounding them to continue playing. The room became lively again.
After slapping him, Song Youning pinched the man's chin and turned his face over.
She didn't actually use much strength, but perhaps it was too humiliating to be slapped in front of so many people. The man frowned, his dark eyes filled with tears, and he looked pitiful, yet stubbornly beautiful.
Song Youning, however, seemed to have no mercy on women and pressed the back of his neck to pour wine into his mouth.
The man raised his neck and was forced to swallow the wine. His Adam's apple slid quickly, and the liquid that he couldn't swallow in time flowed out from the corner of his mouth and slid down his neck into his collar.
“Cough cough cough…”
She poured it in too fast, and the man couldn't finish it in time. He choked and struggled to push her hand away, coughing from the alcohol.
Song Youning threw the half-empty bottle of wine to the ground and looked at the man who was bent over and coughing non-stop. Half of his face under the mask was covered with tears. It was unclear whether they were caused by choking or when he was forced to drink.
The lower half of the face that was exposed was cold and pale, with tears dripping down the neatly-defined chin. The red lips were stained with wine, and the soft red lips looked very tender, like blooming petals, decadent and beautiful.
The man coughed, his long eyelashes soaked with tears, forming dark clusters.
So pitiful.
Song Youning's voice softened a lot: "Get up."
When he stood up, his legs seemed a little weak, and his tall body tilted. He squeezed in between Little Curly and Song Youning and sat down next to her.
The little curly-haired boy was pushed away by him and glared at him angrily, but the other party only left him with the back of his head, and the whole person was stuck to Song Youning as if he had no bones.
What the hell? He had been so reluctant just now, but after being slapped, he actually moved forward.
The little curly-haired boy cursed in his heart with disgust: "Slut."
Having tried to please Song Youning for so long but still failed to get close to her, the little curly-haired boy sat on the other side of Song Youning unwillingly.
He picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to Song Youning's mouth, his voice very sweet: "Sister, I'll feed you."
Through Song Youning, the new man looked at him with a cold look, emitting a heart-pounding malice. The little curly-haired boy's hands trembled, and he glared back in defiance.
Is it reasonable to steal his customers?
He put down his fork, pinched Song Youning's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Sister, he is so fierce."
The little curly-haired boy has a baby face, and his twinkling doe eyes make him look even younger. He looks really adorable when he acts like a good boy.
It looks exactly like a poodle doll.
Song Youning stared at his furry curly hair and felt a little itchy.
The little curly-haired boy noticed her gaze and lowered his head slightly to move closer: "Sister, do you want to touch it?"
Song Youning felt that this curly hair should feel like sheep wool, elastic and warm.
She wanted to verify her guess, and just as she raised her hand, a big hand reached out from the right and grabbed her restless palm.
Song Youning glanced over with dissatisfaction. The man pursed his lips, and his expression could not be seen under the mask, but his dark eyes were intertwined with sinisterness and morbidity, revealing a fierce and sharp look.
Their eyes locked on each other, neither side giving in.
His red lips smiled with a somewhat devilish charm. He leaned close to her ear and blew hot air at her: "What's so good about touching hair?"
"I have something better to touch here."
The man pulled Song Youning's hand along the hem of his sweatshirt and pressed her slightly cold palm against his abdominal muscles.
The little curly-haired boy at the side saw him intercepting the customer and touching his abdominal muscles without even asking the customer to touch his abdominal muscles. He was so angry that his eyes widened and he wanted to curse.
The skin under her palm was burning hot, rising and falling with her breathing. Song Youning glanced at the man whose ears were already red but who was still pretending to be indifferent, then turned to the curly-haired boy and said, "Go play with them."
The little curly-haired boy who was chased away stood up, glared at the man angrily, and walked away reluctantly.
Only Song Youning and the masked man were left in this corner.
The tall man seemed to have rickets, his whole body pressed against her, his head resting on her shoulder, blowing hot air that smelled of alcohol into her neck.
Song Youning felt a tingling sensation in her neck, and half of her body went limp. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her face to the side and warned him softly, "That's enough, Ji Siyun!"
The man wearing a mask and sticking to Song Youning was Ji Siyun. Song Youning recognized him from the moment he entered the room.
She was wondering in her heart at the time: I didn't tell anyone that she was coming here, how did he know?
Did Ji Siyun install a surveillance camera on her?
Song Youning was unhappy that he was being monitored wherever she went, and she was even more unhappy that he disturbed her rare opportunity to go out and have fun, so she deliberately targeted Ji Siyun when he pretended to be a male model to serve her, to see how long he could endure.
Ji Siyun seldom drinks, and given his current status, no one dares to force him to drink like she does. But people in high positions just kneel down at her feet, crying as they let her pour the wine into their mouths.
Seeing Ji Siyun in tears because of being bullied by her, Song Youning softened her heart again.
And Ji Siyun obviously knew that she had softened her heart.
He was always taking advantage of the situation. He had been drinking and had just cried. His black eyes under the mask were wet, and there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
His red lips opened and closed slightly, and his voice was hoarse.
"Did the young lady recognize me?"
Song Youning snorted, "I could smell the dog odor on you as soon as you walked in."
Ji Siyun seemed not to hear that she was scolding him, and instead laughed softly.
"I didn't expect the young lady to like me so much that she can even smell my scent."
Song Youning rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be so self-indulgent."
Zheng Zhilin and the others were having a great time. The hand hidden in Ji Siyun's sweatshirt pinched him and said impatiently, "What are you doing here? You're getting in the way of me coming out to play, okay?"
Ji Siyun took advantage of the situation and hugged her waist, his tone full of sourness.
"Am I not fun? Why did the young lady come out to play?"
The touch under her palm was hot and firm, and the skin on her abdomen twitched slightly with her breathing, tensing slightly under her touch as if it had life. Song Youning's hand moved restlessly upwards, and she raised her chin and said words that were completely opposite to her behavior.
"I'm tired of it. It's not fresh anymore."
He held down the rebellious hand through her sweatshirt, and the other arm around her waist tightened slightly.
Ji Siyun's hot breath fell into her ears with a hint of smile.
"Really? Then what are the young lady's hands doing?"
He leaned on her shoulder, raised his head slightly, and looked at her with a pair of misty and affectionate eyes. Amid the noisy music, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it had a hook.
"Are they more obedient than me? Are they prettier than me? Do they have better figures than me?"
The lights in the box were dim, and the two of them were sitting in the corner. No one paid attention to what was happening here. Ji Siyun gently held her earlobe in his mouth, and his hot and wet tongue scraped the small piece of slightly cool skin.
"Do they scream as beautifully as I do?"
His fingers drew circles on her hand through her clothes. Ji Siyun let go of the small piece of flesh that had turned slightly red from his sucking, and his voice was filled with blatant seduction.
"Will they have me to serve the young lady?"
Where on earth did he learn these things from!
Song Youning felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her delicate face flushed. She tilted her head to one side and whispered, "Ji Siyun, you've grown. In the past, you should have chased them away at a time like this. Now you're still in the mood to chat with me."
The fingers that were drawing circles on her arm paused, and Song Youning tilted her head, unable to see the suppressed emotions in Ji Siyun's dark pupils.
Just drive them away? He wanted to kill all the men who were hanging around her!
The moment Ji Siyun learned from Assistant Fang that Song Youning was coming to the bar tonight, terrible thoughts kept pouring out of his head.
He wanted to lock her up and make sure she could only see him!
If it weren't for the fact that Song Youning hated strong people, he would have gone crazy when he walked in and saw that man sticking to her!
Thick black malice mixed with pain crawled in his eyes. The corners of Ji Siyun's mouth rose into a twisted arc, and his eyes were full of crazy desire, as if he wanted to destroy everything.
But his voice was completely the opposite, calm, and even sounded a little weak and aggrieved.
"After all, with my status, I have no right to be jealous. If I keep acting naively, I'm afraid I'll annoy the young lady."
This was an extremely servile statement, but in reality, he was just interrupting her good fortune.
He is obviously a petty and vindictive person. He looks at Curly as if he wants to kill him, but now he starts to pretend to be magnanimous.
You must have been furious!
Song Youning smiled faintly and patted his face.
"I'm glad you know."
Ji Siyun grabbed her hand and rubbed his masked face gently against her palm, like a puppy seeking favor, his black eyes sparkling, hiding some kind of desire.
“Are the customers satisfied with me?”
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