Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The Strange Him
Heavy rain poured down and rumbling thunder exploded in the night sky.
Song Youning suddenly opened her eyes. Amidst the lightning and thunder, even though all the lights in the house were turned off and only the strong light from the lightning outside occasionally illuminated the room, she could still tell that the bedroom she was in was a completely unfamiliar environment.
In the last second, she was still staying up late in her study to deal with work, but she yawned, and in the next second, she was sitting here, and she had even changed her clothes - it was the childish pink pajamas full of lace bow elements that she had not worn for a long time.
Song Youning appeared inexplicably in an unfamiliar environment, but her expression did not show any panic at all. She sat quietly there, observing her surroundings calmly.
It was raining heavily outside, and the air conditioner was on, so she couldn't tell exactly what season it was. However, thunderstorms this severe usually occurred in the summer. But the part where her memory was lost was when she was looking at information about a company she was considering working with, and it was early October.
Could it be that she lost her memory due to Song Zhiyan's conspiracy?
Song Youning frowned and lowered her eyes to look at the pajamas on her body - this style of clothes was in line with her aesthetic taste before she was twenty years old.
Does amnesia also affect aesthetics?
Lightning flashed across the night sky again, illuminating the house and the balcony outside the house facing Song Youning - there seemed to be a figure kneeling there.
"Beep--" The power supply to the house, which had been briefly cut off due to a thunderstorm, was restored. Bright lights came on, and Song Youning finally saw the thin figure outside the house.
The heavy rain pressed down on the ground, causing a mist to rise. The young man knelt in the mist with his head lowered, his black hair hanging down, and the lower half of his face that was not covered was pale but exuded a feminine beauty.
A thin figure was kneeling in the heavy rain, his white shirt was soaked by the rain and turned translucent, sticking to his body. Even from such a distance, Song Youning could see the purple scars under the translucent fabric.
Who is it?
She stood up and walked to the door. The moment she opened the sliding door, cold wind blew in. The heavy rain fell on the ground with a biting chill and splashed on her calves. Song Youning subconsciously took a step back.
It’s so cold, it’s not even summer.
Hearing the sound, the young man kneeling in the rain raised his head. Even though Song Youning was used to strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but gasp.
I was far away and couldn't see clearly just now, but now that I'm closer, I can see the dense scars on the young man's body. The old wounds have healed, and the newer ones are still oozing blood with the rain.
Perhaps because he heard her gasp, the young man raised his head and saw a face that was so delicate that it could be called beautiful.
Such a beautiful face, but at this moment, her eyes are red, her face is pale but with an abnormal blush, and her lips with beautiful lines have a kind of sadistic beauty.
Damn it, when did she start liking this?
As Song Youning was in silent self-doubt, the young man looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, I'm sorry. I will finish your homework as soon as possible next time."
Homework? What homework?
How could she have gotten the homework when she graduated from college many years ago?
For the first time, Song Youning felt her head was a mess, but although she didn't understand anything about the situation, she didn't show it on her face. She stared at him for a long time and said "hmm" lightly.
Ji Siyun drooped his eyelashes, not expecting Song Youning to let him go.
There was no reason for Miss Song to torture him. No matter whether he did well or badly, as long as she wanted to torment him, anything could become a reason for her to vent.
Suppressing the hatred surging in his heart, Ji Siyun's gloomy eyes reflected a cold light as he waited for Song Youning's new round of punishment.
But I heard a light "hmm" from above my head, and then the footsteps gradually moved away.
The fists clenched at my sides gradually relaxed - was she just going to let me go like that?
In less than two minutes, the footsteps came back. Ji Siyun lowered his head with a sneer on his lips.
Sure enough, how could she let him go? It turned out that she was just going to get the "toy".
He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come. The raindrops that were hitting his body painfully were suddenly blocked by something. A scent of jasmine tea came over him. What Ji Siyun waited for was not the expected whipping, but a soft and dry towel. His body became stiff in an instant.
Song Youning held an umbrella in one hand and wrapped a bath towel around the young man with the other. Even through the towel, she could feel the scorching heat coming from his body.
"Can you stand up?" Song Youning's tone was filled with concern.
nausea.
There's no one else here, so who am I pretending to be so compassionate to?
The handsome young man lowered his head with a sinister expression, but when he raised it, he looked obedient again. He nodded calmly, "Okay."
The cold wind blew, and Song Youning rubbed his arms, which were covered with goose bumps from the cold. He held up an umbrella to shield him from the pouring rain and said to him, "Then come inside. It's so cold here."
Perhaps it was because he had been kneeling for too long and his legs were numb, or perhaps it was because of his injury, but in any case, the young man had a hard time getting up. He forced himself to stand up, raised his legs slightly, and in an instant he lost strength and fell to the side.
Knowing that Song Youning standing next to him would not be able to help him, the young man subconsciously fell to the other side, closed his eyes and waited for the pain of falling, but was suddenly held by a delicate hand and leaned against a soft and fragrant body.
The young man opened his eyes in disbelief, like a puppet filled with cement, and turned his head little by little to look at the girl who was supporting him.
The sudden close distance made the young man's body extremely stiff. The warm fragrance from her body filled his face, and he forgot to react for a moment.
"He looks thin, but he's quite heavy." Song Youning complained to himself. His pajamas were already soaked by the rain when he tried to pull the handsome young man. He simply threw away his umbrella, took the young man's arm and hung it on his shoulder with one hand, and put his other hand around his waist and led him into the room.
Wow, what a thin waist.
How could she... There was confusion and bewilderment in the young man's narrow eyes.
How could she touch him, or even put her arms around his waist.
She had always disliked him, hadn't she? She despised his lowly origins, treating him like dirty trash, unwilling to even touch him, so she preferred to punish him with a whip.
Song Youning struggled to help him into the house. He was soaked and could feel his scorching body temperature through his wet clothes - he had a fever.
She really didn't have the strength to take him to another room. Song Youning gritted her teeth and helped him into the bathroom and sat him in the bathtub.
After she had done all this, she saw the other person's bewildered expression. Combined with his wet appearance, he looked like a little stray dog shivering in a rainstorm.
She couldn't help but touch the young man's wet hair.
The handsome young man's chest rose and fell rapidly, and crystal water droplets streaked down the scars. He was steaming all over, and his voice was low and soft: "Whatever punishment you want to give me, Miss, I can bear it."
Song Youning: "..."
After a strange silence, Song Youning silently turned on the hot water faucet and turned to leave.
A moment later, Song Youning came in with a bathrobe in her arms. She placed the new clothes next to the bathtub and said to the young man who was stunned, "Your clothes are wet. Wear this. Come out after washing and warming up."
After saying that, she turned and left again, closing the bathroom door.
Hot steam rose from the bathroom, and the handsome young man's lips curled up into a self-deprecating smile.
The good thing just now was just an illusion. She still disliked him for being dirty, so she asked him to wash himself before leaving.
The young man stood up from his knees and slowly took off the shirt that was stuck to his body. The flesh under the cloth was swollen and white due to blisters, which looked very scary, but he seemed to feel no pain. The hot water washed over his body, rubbing his pale skin vigorously, and the blood diluted by the water flow slid down his cold white skin.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Song Youning sat on the edge of the bed and began to think again.
Just after sending him in, Song Youning clearly saw that it was her own face in the bathroom mirror, but she couldn't remember why she was there, nor did she remember why the other person was so seriously injured - and it seemed that the injury was caused by her.
What on earth is going on!
Could it be that Song Zhiyan wanted to set her up?
Song Youning stood up suddenly and was about to lock the bedroom door when he suddenly remembered the unlucky guy in the bathroom who had a high fever.
"Forget it, a fever can kill people." Song Youning opened the door and decided to take a gamble that Song Zhiyan would not move so quickly. She had never been to this house before. Fortunately, the designs of the villas were similar, and she found the medicine box in the living room on the first floor.
After getting the medicine, Song Youning quickly returned to his room, locked the door, and turned around, only to be almost frightened.
The young man had finished his shower and was standing silently behind her.
"Why didn't you make any sound?" Song Youning thought to himself that he was nearly thirty years old after all and couldn't stand being scared.
"Sorry, miss." The young man lowered his eyes and knelt down again.
With a thud, Song Youning felt pain for his knees.
"..." Song Youning remained silent for the umpteenth time tonight, "Get up."
The young man raised his head cautiously, his wet hair half covering his eyes, making him look even more feminine and beautiful. His long, straight, thick eyelashes fell densely under his eyes, making him look very gentle.
But Song Youning felt that when he looked at her, she felt like she was being stared at by a cold, poisonous snake.
"Miss, I'm sorry." The young man tore off his bathrobe with both hands. His cold white chest muscles were cleanly outlined, with red whip marks imprinted on them. He looked pitiful yet had a kind of enchanting beauty.
"I have already washed it, you can continue, miss, without getting your hands dirty."
Song Youning's hair stood on end.
She never remembers liking to play this!
The young man's sacrificial appearance made Song Youning's scalp tingle. She squatted down, stared at him for a while, and asked, "How much money did he give you? Are you going to die?"
"What?"
Doubt suddenly appeared in the handsome young man's dark eyes. Due to the high fever, his pale cheeks were flushed, and his dazed look made him look a little dull.
"Oh, forget it." Seeing that he looked only about twenty years old, Song Youning decided not to discuss this kind of issue with the misguided teenager. She handed him the fever-reducing medicine she had just found downstairs and said, "Take the medicine first."
The other party was still looking at her stupidly. Song Youning's hands were sore from holding it up. She was about to ask him why he didn't take it, but she saw the other party suddenly approach.
The beautiful face that was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous had an unspeakably docile expression. Her wet eyes stared at Song Youning intently. Her lips, which had turned strangely red due to illness, slowly opened and took the two fingers holding the pill into her mouth.
The moist and hot mouth wrapped around Song Youning's fingers, and the slippery tongue licked the fingertips carefully to find the pill.
Song Youning subconsciously loosened his hand and pulled out his fingers.
"Gudong."
She saw the other person swallow the pill just like that.
Song Youning stared at the water stains remaining on his fingers, then looked at the well-behaved and ignorant young man.
The young man lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes hid the resentful pride in his eyes.
She must have been disgusted after having her fingers licked by him.
Stop pretending to be concerned, and tear off the false disguise as before to expose your viciousness.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Song Youning's tone was surprisingly calm.
The young man raised his pale face, fragile yet overly beautiful, and said, "Miss, I'm sorry for staining you."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and waited for her rage.
This is just a new game she has been preparing for a long time. As a qualified toy, he must cooperate in order for her to have fun, right?
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