Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Miss, I am very clean
The moment Ji Siyun woke up, Song Youning couldn't wait to click on the progress bar to check.
The light-colored progress bar moved forward a bit, and the +90% value seemed to be mocking Song Youning's wasted efforts during this period.
Oh no, it's called counterproductive.
Damn Ji Siyun! He was just touched a few times, didn’t he feel good?
Her arms are still sore now!
They were so stingy that they only increased it by 10%!
Song Youning's proud expression control was instantly broken, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
There are only two big words in my mind: Die!
I didn't hear what Ji Siyun said at all.
It was not until her body fell into the tall shadow that Song Youning came to her senses and raised her head. The expensive clothes that Ji Siyun had chosen last night were now wrinkled after a night. The corners of his eyes were red, the corners of his lips were trembling slightly, and his face looked very bad.
Song Youning cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, "You won't be angry about this, right? You're a man, and you won't suffer any loss."
"You don't have to thank me too much. It's just a pleasure to help others."
"Oh, this kind of thing is not a big deal. It hasn't come to the final stage yet. I don't care. You don't have to take it to heart..."
As she spoke, she looked at Ji Siyun's expression, but saw that his face, which had originally been a little flushed, became paler and paler, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Damn it! Such a high rate of progress is really dangerous. She is starting to feel restrained in what she says and does.
Just as she was worrying about what to do next, there was a sudden "thump" and Ji Siyun knelt firmly in front of her.
After I said those words to her, I didn't hear her reply. When I looked up, I saw that her face was dark and her beautiful brows were furrowed.
What she said later, asking him not to take last night's incident to heart, made him even more certain that she disliked him.
She was originally a high and mighty lady, and it would be a blasphemy for a lowly man like him to look up at her even from the gutter.
But he soiled her.
But he couldn't control it. Whenever he thought of her interacting with other people, he couldn't help but want to lock her up at home and keep her for himself, so that she could only see him and could only smile at him.
Song Youning couldn't help feeling uneasy as she watched his increasingly gloomy expression. She quickly changed her tone and complained to him coquettishly, trying to get away with it.
"Besides, I was the one who was tired last night. My hands are still sore."
She stretched out her snow-white wrist in front of him, still wearing the bracelet he had given her. Song Youning shook her arm and complained, "I don't know where you get so much energy from. You held me tightly last night and refused to let go. Look, you pinched my arm until it turned red."
Ji Siyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly lifted her sleeves. Sure enough, he saw several sudden red marks on that jade-white arm.
His drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ji Siyun's voice was so low and hoarse that he seemed to be choking: "I'm sorry, Miss, I..."
He lowered his head and blew gently on the red marks that only looked obvious but did not hurt.
The humid heat brushed against his skin, and goose bumps appeared on the back of Song Youning's neck.
"Miss, does it hurt?"
The young man raised his head, his dark eyes covered with a layer of mist, and looked at her with great distress.
It’s too late to act anymore. Song Youning shook her head and wanted to pull her hand back, but the big hand holding her wrist tightened and refused to let go.
"What do you want to do now?" She said in a bad mood.
Song Youning sat on the sofa, and Ji Siyun knelt in front of her, one taller than the other, just like the relationship between them.
He leaned closer to her, took her hand and touched it to his face, his voice his usual low voice.
"Miss, I'm clean."
Ji Siyun had an extremely handsome face. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and rubbed his cheek against her palm, looking like a male vixen who wanted to seduce people.
"If you want to play, I can play with you."
The rosy lips gently kissed the palm of Song Youning's hand. He raised his eyes, and his wet black eyes looked like a pitiful puppy.
"Don't look for other men, okay?"
"Are they as good as me? Are they as obedient as me? Are they as good-looking as me?"
Ji Siyun kissed her ring finger again.
"More importantly, will they be able to serve the young lady as well as I do?"
"..." Song Youning stared at him silently for a while, then corrected him, "Nothing happened between us last night. Strictly speaking, I was the one serving you last night."
Her bright red lips curled upwards in a beautiful arc, and Ji Siyun's face was a little embarrassed: "Last night... I worked hard, Miss. I have never done this before."
His dark eyes didn't dare to look at Song Youning's expression. He glanced sideways and said shyly, "I have no experience and don't know what to do, but I am smart. I will learn how to serve the young lady."
Song Youning looked at his shy face, and without giving up, he consumed energy again to check the progress bar - a steady +90%.
How can someone be so divided! She can act better than her!
Song Youning took a deep breath and looked at Ji Siyun again. She always felt that his obedience at the moment was a false illusion to numb her, and he was just waiting to kill her with one blow one day in the future.
Do you like acting? Then I'll play with you!
Her desire to win was aroused. It didn't matter whether she lived or died. She had to have a good time today!
She hooked her left index finger on Ji Siyun's bow tie, which had long been crooked, and pulled it forward with force. He was pulled forward and fell forward, and only when his palms were on the sofa beside her did he not fall on her.
They were close enough again that their breaths could intertwine.
The hand that touched his face exerted a little force, Song Youning patted his face and smiled: "Why not play with them, but with you?"
Ji Siyun nodded happily: "Yes, Miss..."
The smile on his lips was a bit malicious, and his soft, white palm suddenly rose and fell, landing on Ji Siyun's face with a crisp slap.
Ji Siyun turned his head slightly, and the fragrance of her body lingered in his nose.
My face feels a little hot, but not painful.
But the fragrance made his heart beat faster.
The thin palm trembled slightly in the air, and the fingertips turned red. Song Youning frowned and asked, "Ji Siyun, who do you think you are?" The young man who was slapped was not angry. When he turned around, his dark eyes lit up with excitement, and even his breathing became rapid.
Ji Siyun held her trembling hand and said hurriedly: "I am the eldest lady's..."
"What is it? A dog?" she interrupted quickly.
"Then you should know better. With your status, what qualifications do you have to control me?" Song Youning questioned him bluntly, "Who gives you the right to decide who I want to play with?"
She grabbed his collar and said viciously, "You are just a dog I raise."
Although she was clearly saying insulting words, Ji Siyun seemed to have heard some sweet words. He blushed with excitement, his eyes shining, and approached her.
The tip of his red tongue licked his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I grew up with the eldest lady, and she knows that I have never had any contact with the opposite sex."
"If the young lady wants to play, I'm the most suitable person."
He raised his hand and gently drew circles on the back of her hand that was holding his collar, smiling seductively: "You know it very well, don't you? I'm clean, convenient, and I know everything about you. I won't cause you any trouble."
Song Youning's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the collar loosened and moved downwards. When the hand passed through the slightly open collar, Ji Siyun's expression froze for a moment.
Song Youning keenly observed this subtle change in expression.
The slender white fingertips touched the buttons on the shirt, and Ji Siyun clenched his hands on the sofa, squeezing the leather into wrinkles and deformation.
One, two, three buttons were unbuttoned. With Ji Siyun's eyes trembling, Song Youning lifted his collar, pointed at the scar on his chest, and said to him viciously, "But the scar on your body will scare me."
The young man's face turned pale in an instant. He opened his mouth in vain but could not utter a word. In the end, he could only close his eyes in sorrow and let the fragrant girl in front of him get up and leave.
…
Song Youning regretted it the very night he made the harsh words.
Her life was in danger, but she actually took advantage of the moment to talk about the scars on Ji Siyun's body.
That was caused by "Song Youning" himself, and was the mark left by the suffering Ji Siyun had endured in the Song family.
Song Youning couldn't even bear to watch TV. He leaned back on the sofa, put one hand on his forehead, and stared blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Is it because she lives too comfortably here, or is it that this twenty-year-old body has affected her mind? It’s Song Youning’s life instinct to keep her emotions to herself, but in front of Ji Siyun, she lets her emotions take over again and again.
In order to stay alive and to go back, she should have endured it temporarily, but for some reason, she always felt subconsciously... Ji Siyun would not hurt her.
Song Youning slapped his forehead fiercely: "What are you thinking about when you're ninety!"
"Click", Ji Siyun came in from the door carrying vegetables, and their eyes met.
Song Youning jumped up from the sofa. Before Ji Siyun could say anything, she ran to the bedroom in her slippers.
"I don't have much appetite. I won't eat tonight."
After she finished speaking, the bedroom door was closed, leaving Ji Siyun standing at the door, his dark eyes fixed on the closed door, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.
The hand holding the shopping bag tightened until his palm ached. Ji Siyun's black hair slightly covered his eyebrows and eyes, making his skin look even paler. His dark eyes peeked out through the loose hair, his gloomy gaze so cold that it was chilling.
Song Youning is avoiding him?
He disgusted her so much! Was she disgusted by even looking at him for a second?
He had said before that she was the one who provoked him and she would pay the price for what she did.
Possess her, hold her tightly in the palm of his hand, and make her cry and laugh for him...
Dark thoughts surged in his mind. Ji Siyun took a deep breath and looked towards the bedroom as if he could see through the door and see Song Youning inside.
Sticky, yet with a touch of tenderness.
Song Youning, who was already lying in bed, was unaware of the terrible thoughts of someone outside the door. He just kept reflecting on whether he had been too lazy recently.
She didn't care about what happened last night. She was an adult and hadn't even reached the final step, so there was nothing to worry about.
Suddenly, the image of Ji Siyun's blushing face and the shy look in his eyes as he looked at her that morning appeared before her eyes.
Song Youning's heart suddenly tightened - could Ji Siyun be having a chick complex?
She sat up straight in bed and immediately looked at the carpet where Ji Siyun often slept.
I can't be alone in the same room with him anymore.
Go back to the Song family tomorrow morning!
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