Chapter 69: The stamp is amazing! The baby turned into a little fountain. ...
Ning Jiu could probably guess that Qiao Bolin's company name and WeChat name were related to her.
But she didn't want him to define his life as an empty and meaningless word.
“No matter what, I will never be your whole life,” Ning Jiu said to him. “Just as I can never stay in your house forever, we each have our own lives to face.”
The thought of why he had become so sensitive and insecure made her lower her head, bite her lip lightly, and her original determination began to waver again.
"What you should be doing now is focusing on getting better, instead of putting all your attention on me—"
“Ning Jiu, have you ever thought,” Qiao Bolin gently interrupted her, “that with you here, there is no possibility for me to truly become a better person.”
"......"
According to psychology, for such somatic reactions caused by excessive emotions, patients should indeed stay away from the source of the stimulus to allow the nervous system to return to a homeostatic state.
But there is another way.
That is gradual desensitization, allowing the patient to face the object that triggers strong emotions within a controllable range, and rebuilding their sense of security little by little.
If it were her patient, Ning Jiu would probably be able to analyze all of this very calmly.
But now they are facing Joe Bolin.
Is she going to gamble?
Can she gamble?
"Dr. Ning."
Just as I was thinking, the door clicked shut.
Ning Jiu felt a warm breath brush against her ear, making it itch. She tried to pull away, but a strong arm grabbed her slender waist, cutting off her escape route.
"I believe you, Dr. Ning."
Having just finished a meeting, Qiao Bolin was dressed impeccably in a suit, his tie was pulled tight, his shirt collar was crisp, and the jade-white cufflinks on his sleeves gleamed slightly under the light.
The coat clung to his shoulders, making his broad and straight shoulders even more prominent, and the luxurious fabric barely brushed against her skin.
"You've cured so many patients, you can cure me too, right?"
He was asking to become her patient.
No, he was tempting her to agree, to make her admit to him that he was her patient.
I should have known.
She should have known what he was thinking.
But why is it that when the words of refusal come to mind, they just can't get out?
Joel Berlin's kiss landed on the inside of her wrist.
The hype is climbing little by little, like a spark, with an irresistible momentum.
He meticulously licked along her pulse, occasionally teasing her with the tip of his teeth, and sometimes holding that patch of skin in his mouth while subtly observing her reaction with his eyes raised.
Ning Jiu's pain sensitivity was low to begin with, and after being teased like this, her wrist was already red, and a thin layer of tears was forced out of the corner of her eye, blurring her eyelashes.
"Stop...we're talking about serious matters..."
"We're doing serious business too, Dr. Ning."
The man naturally picked up where she left off, his tone incredibly serious. If you ignored the hand that was leading her to adjust her glasses, his words actually seemed quite believable.
"Dr. Ning, I will become your most obedient patient."
Qiao Bolin finally released his lip from biting her wrist.
Ning Jiu had just caught her breath when she saw him straighten up, and that oppressive feeling returned.
"So, please give it a try. Don't abandon me. Help me get better, okay?"
He said he was the most obedient patient.
But what kind of patient is the most obedient one who pins the doctor down and kisses him passionately against the wall?
Ning Jiu never expected that the scenario that existed only in her imagination a dozen minutes ago would actually come true.
Qiao Bolin's suit was still impeccably tailored, and he looked impeccably dressed. His high, straight nose would inevitably bump against his nose during the kiss, and this time the cold frame of his glasses bumped against it along with his nose, the coolness seeping into the warm, delicate skin. Ning Jiu let out a soft hum, feeling his light, intermittent pecks.
"Pick it off for me now, okay?"
Taking off his glasses was, of course, to allow for a deeper kiss. Ning Jiu was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she unconsciously did as he said.
The moment she took it off, it was as if some indescribable valve had been opened. Her shirt was torn and disheveled, a few buttons rolled to the ground, her breaths mingled, her lips glistened with moisture, and her body was so weak that she could barely support herself.
The marks she had painstakingly concealed with powder were covered up again by him with several new ones. He carried her to the bed, her chest heaving with emotion. Just as she reached out to loosen his neatly tied tie, she suddenly felt her hand go empty—
Qiao Bailin took the glasses back from her.
He knelt on the bed, his legs slightly apart, the fabric of his suit trousers creased between his knees, revealing the faint outline of his muscles.
Why won't Dr. Ning take my request seriously? Is it because I haven't done enough?
The silver-rimmed glasses rested on his nose again, and the reflection in the lenses gave Qiao Bolin a sudden air of coldness, making him seem unapproachable. His expression was indifferent and serious, as if he were genuinely asking her about her condition.
The most absurd thing is that there was still a trace of her lipstick on the corner of his lips, and there were several scratches on the back of his hand that were clearly left by the woman's struggle.
The visual impact of these two things overlapped, and Ning Jiu felt her brain buzzing, unsure of how to respond.
"Oh, I see. You feel my sincerity isn't enough." A look of sudden realization crossed his face. "Then I'll have to try harder."
Ning Jiu felt a chill as her body was restrained. Her silk clothes slipped off, and her skin trembled slightly in the cool air. Her ankles were being dragged towards him.
This wasn't the first time they'd done this; they were both usually infatuated. But today, Qiao Bailin was clearly different from usual.
The shirt and suit jacket had only a few creases from bending over, otherwise they were still neat and tidy. His movements were steady and practiced, yet he always managed to touch the spot most prone to trembling, suddenly applying force when she relaxed.
Ning Jiu's fingertips trembled from his actions, but his expression remained focused and almost calm, as if he were performing some kind of precise ritual.
"What a good baby, you've been wearing the jade pendant these past few days."
As he unwrapped the trembling gift in his arms, Qiao Bolin's carefully maintained composure finally cracked when he saw the delicate, snow-white skin with that hint of jade-like whiteness.
His lips followed the path of her breath, biting down on the jade pendant at her collarbone. The light-colored cufflinks gently rubbed against the girl's trembling skin, bringing an unbearable discomfort that was impossible to ignore.
"We finally have the same color."
The silk of the tie glided seamlessly over her lower abdomen, and Ning Jiu felt his passion, holding her breath instantly.
Ever since Qiao Bolin discovered she was wearing a jade pendant a few days ago, he's been biting it quite a bit while doing it, but today...
Do you remember the experiment we did in high school?
He gently pulled on the jade pendant around her neck, leaving a red mark on her delicate skin. Ning Jiu was forced to tilt her head back slightly and felt Qiao Bolin help her sit up, switching their positions.
"From now on, you'll be in control of me, hmm?"
Two thin lines bulged slightly from the veins on his neck. Ning Jiu looked at Qiao Bolin beneath him and, understanding what he meant, swallowed hard.
To control... Joe Bolin?
She hasn't tried this position before.
His spine leaned downwards like a cat's, and the jade pendant fell to his lips due to gravity. Even though there were still lipstick marks left from the passionate kiss on the corner of his lips, it did not affect Qiao Bolin's indifferent academic temperament.
Whether intentional or unintentional, the edge of the fan-shaped jade pendant lightly grazed the man's prominent Adam's apple. The apple, which was already subtly bobbing at his throat, paused for a moment, then began to roll more violently, causing the small mole to dazzle the eye.
There was something that first became apparent: an unmoved attitude.
“I can grant your request, Mr. Qiao,” Ning Jiu said, biting her lip harder involuntarily. She felt she had really lost her mind, actually joining him in this game. “But look at the way you are now…”
She hinted, "Shouldn't we take a little more initiative?"
"Oh, I see." The well-dressed man smiled politely. "So Dr. Ning prefers proactive patients."
How exactly did George Blaine learn to speak like that without a teacher?
Ning Jiu felt a little uncomfortable under his burning gaze. Just as she was about to pull away from straddling his lap, he suddenly grabbed her waist and held her firmly, making her unable to move.
“Actually, we can be more direct, baby,” he said, having taken off his suit jacket at some point, the top button of his shirt slightly undone, vaguely outlining the contours of his collarbone and pectoral muscles. “Whatever you say, I will do it.”
"Then take them off one by one and show them to me."
Originally, she was just dissatisfied with Qiao Bolin's attitude of controlling everything, but unexpectedly, after she blurted it out, the man actually did it.
He took his clothes off, and he did so slowly and deliberately, with utmost refinement.
That restrained yet methodical movement suddenly reminded Ning Jiu of when Qiao Bolin was in school; he always acted the same way.
When taking off his coat during breaks, he would first smooth out the wrinkles on the cuffs, then straighten the hem and hang it on the back of the chair. He was a very methodical person, but now, watching him do the same thing, he seemed to have an almost suffocating slowness.
He carefully removed the tie with his distinctly slender fingers and unbuttoned the cuffs.
One, two, three... until the smooth shoulder line and taut arms are revealed, a few light blue veins emerge along the bone lines, bringing a warm undulation under the dim light.
Ning Jiu forced herself not to be tempted by the beauty and turned her head to look at the other furnishings in the room.
The person being ignored was naturally dissatisfied. The dull thud of the belt being unbuckled suddenly broke the silence. She knew something was wrong, feeling the pressure on her waist suddenly drop downwards—
Their breaths were tangled together by the rope, inseparable.
"Dr. Ning, may I become your patient?"
"Does Dr. Ning like me wearing glasses? Can I wear them every time I have an appointment?"
"Baby, Ningjiu, will you love me forever?"
Every word this person uttered sounded like a request for her opinion, but it was clear that he had already anticipated her response.
The slightly tilted frame and the fogged-up lenses made of sweat.
He saw through everything she had just been thinking, and Ning Jiu was surprised that he understood her to this extent.
Sweat dripped down his chest, and although Qiao Bolin was looking up at her, Ning Jiu had the illusion that she was being pulled down by him.
She felt as if she were sitting on a small boat that was rocking and swaying. Occasionally, she could still hold the oars to keep the boat in the right direction, but once the wind and waves suddenly rose, the steering wheel was in the hands of another person. Her mind was stimulated and went blank, and she could only keep responding to him.
"I can do it, um... I will love you."
This was clearly not the correct answer, and the situation became even more volatile, so Ning Jiu quickly changed her mind.
I will love you forever...
The wind and waves tossed her about, and she trembled as she desperately sought a kiss from Qiao Bolin. The higher they climbed, the gentler his voice became.
"I felt that Dr. Ning responded to me; she was so warm and welcoming."
He patiently returned the kiss, and in the midst of the dizzying spin, the small boat was capsized in the storm, sinking into the deep sea of desire.
"Now it's my turn to repay Dr. Ning."
The two fooled around like that from afternoon until evening. When they went from the room to the desk, Ning Jiu even thought that Qiao Bolin must have gone crazy.
The cold desktop was covered by the man's suit jacket, the documents were swept aside, and dark stains gradually seeped into the fabric.
Ning Jiu couldn't help but refuse whenever she thought about what she would think when she came to this office in the future.
"No...not here."
The office's floor-to-ceiling windows blocked out the light, but it was, after all, a place for work, and the latter's idea was clearly contrary to that.
"From now on, I'll be able to smell your scent every time I go to work."
The humid heat enveloped everything, and in the end, just one gentle kiss from Qiao Bolin was enough to make Ning Jiu's body tremble uncontrollably.
"Great! The baby has been stamped here."
"Could you please stamp a few more times?"
The bright red marks covered the girl's snow-white skin, and from a distance, they did indeed look very similar to a stamp.
The glasses frame brushed lightly against her flushed face. Qiao Bolin looked focused, as if he had discovered a new pleasure, and leaned down again to kiss her tenderly.
"How amazing! The baby turned into a little fountain after the stamp was applied."
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Author's Note: I wonder if you've noticed, my little ones, that Xiao Qiao actually really enjoys cosplaying in certain situations. I'll be writing about that in later side stories, for example, as Dr. Ning, Teacher Ning, or Student Ning...
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