Chapter 72 Control: You can control me as you please.
"From now on, I am yours, and you can control me as you please."
"I will do everything you say." A man's soft chuckle came from beside her ear, accompanied by a subtle electric current. "Baby, don't you really want to try?"
Ning Jiu felt a little dizzy. The room was still filled with the steam from her recent shower, and the warm, damp feeling made her unable to tell whether the increasingly clear beating of her heart was due to the stuffy air or something else.
Even though they were separated by a screen... it was precisely because of the screen that the feeling of being both near and far pulled her apart, creating an indescribable sense of confusion.
Tonight seems unusually quiet; even a single word falling to the ground can resonate with an ambiguous, lingering echo.
She was the one giving orders, but the moment she uttered those shameful words, it seemed she was the one whose face turned red first.
At first, he would only utter single words, but later, under his guidance, the sentences he spoke became longer and more straightforward.
His "remote control" was in her hands, and she could almost immediately feel Qiao Bolin's increasingly rapid breathing as he gave her instructions.
He was clearly more satisfied with the subtle psychological pleasure of being dominated by Ningjiu than with the physiological reaction.
Her breathing became erratic, her gasps sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Her usually clear voice was now sexy and deep, carrying a subtle allure, as if the air itself had been ignited.
Even though she could only hear the sounds, Ning Jiu could imagine what Qiao Bolin was doing in bed right now, and what stage he was at, and her ears involuntarily burned.
"Is...is this okay?"
The voice on the other end constantly tugged at her nerves, and even her own body seemed to be acting strangely. Ning Jiu glanced at the time before things got out of control; more than half an hour had already passed.
"It's been so long, aren't you ready yet—"
"It hasn't seen you in so long, it's become a little disobedient, it'll be a while longer."
“Joe Bolin!” Ning Jiu felt as if she had been burned, and for the first time, even speaking became difficult. “If you don’t speak properly, I’m going to hang up.”
Upon hearing this, the panting on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, followed by a very sexy low laugh that brushed against her earlobe, as if he were right beside her.
"Baby, did I not speak properly?"
It's clearly because he's too good at talking.
"You praised it too much just now, and now it's a little restless. If you praise it a couple more times, it will behave."
“Actually, I’m very easy to coax,” Joel Bolton said in an almost seductive voice. “It’s the same for you.”
From beginning to end, someone else was truly in control of the rhythm.
"Say you love me."
"I...love you, I love you so much..."
"Good girl."
A voice filled with lust rang in his ears; Qiao Bolin made no attempt to hide his desire for Ningjiu.
"Only you can quiet it down."
After she fully realized what she had done, she heard the man's heavy breathing on the other end of the line. His hot breath seemed to echo in her ear, and his voice, filled with the ultimate pleasure of relaxation, praised her with a smile.
"Baby, you did so well. I love you so much and I can't wait to see you."
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On the last day of Ning Jiu and Pei Yueli's research trip to San Diego, the local professors and students were reluctant to part and suggested holding a farewell party before they left. No one expected that the party would be held at the very bar Pei Yueli had casually browsed online a few days earlier.
The bar has a relaxed atmosphere. During the day, it looks like an inconspicuous little shop on a street corner. But at night, the warm lights come on one by one, and the shadows of the old wooden beams and brick walls create a lazy and cozy atmosphere. A musician in the corner plays a Latin-style guitar with a light but not noisy rhythm. The air is filled with the aroma of sea salt and rum. Local residents are gathered in twos and threes on the sofas or sitting on the wooden chairs chatting. It's very comfortable.
Pei Yueli had drunk quite a bit and was leaning against the bar, smiling as she clinked glasses with others. Her cheeks were slightly flushed by the light.
Ning Jiu held a glass of lime juice in her hand, listening to her light and cheerful laughter spreading out amidst the guitar strings, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.
Taking advantage of the break, Gu Ji walked over, raised his glass to her and clinked it lightly, and said with a smile, "We're already here, why aren't you having a drink?"
"I'm allergic to alcohol," Ning Jiu mumbled, trying to evade the question, "so I'll just use fruit juice instead of alcohol."
"Your trip these past few days has come to a successful end, haven't it? Thank you for your hard work." Gu Ji didn't ask any more questions and smoothly changed the subject, her tone light, "I heard that the film crew shooting in the snow mountain just finished yesterday. Professor Muller seems to be organizing everyone to go skiing before going back. Are you interested in going?"
"ski?"
Seeing snow in August is already a novelty, and going skiing with her work colleagues would be quite exciting and fun, so Ning Jiu didn't intend to refuse.
Just as I was about to agree, a sudden burst of laughter came from the side.
A red-bearded man, clearly drunk, staggered over, carrying a half-empty glass of beer. His gaze darted back and forth between Gu Ji and Ning Jiu, finally settling on Ning Jiu, obviously thinking that her appearance made her an easier target.
He grinned, revealing a provocative smile, and mumbled a few words indistinctly. Although it was hard to hear clearly, Ning Jiu could vaguely make out a few swear words starting with "f," his tone full of flippancy and offense.
Ning Jiu had expected the docile-looking Chinese girl in front of her to be either frightened or blush, but to her surprise, she raised an eyebrow and maintained her perfect smile.
The next instant, her slender, snow-white middle finger slowly rose, and a soft voice uttered a clear and crisp sentence—
"Go and f*** yourself."
Gu Ji originally wanted to turn away from the man, but after seeing Ning Jiu's reaction, he couldn't help but glance at her in surprise.
Pei Yueli noticed the commotion and stepped forward with a smile to cover Ning Jiu's mouth: "Use polite language, use polite language."
Before she finished speaking, she casually picked up the remaining half glass of rum on the table. Her chestnut brown hair, which fell over her shoulders, shimmered under the ambient light. With a flick of her finger, she mercilessly splashed the rum all over the man's suit pants.
“Oops.” Pei Yueli spread her hands, her tone light as a joke, “Sorry, my hand slipped.”
The red-bearded man's face turned pale and then red, so angry he couldn't speak. A bartender noticed the commotion and immediately came over to tell him to leave. The man could only glare at them resentfully before leaving, suppressing his anger.
As the unexpected farce ended, Pei Yueli turned to thank the bartender, when suddenly her eyes lit up.
Isn't this the handsome bartender she saw on the forum a few days ago?
When she saw only a few blurry photos, she thought this handsome guy was good and suitable to be a model for her new winter collection.
Looking at him up close, he's at least 1.9 meters tall, with defined features and strong muscles. My designer instincts started to kick in again—
Ring ring.
Pei Yueli paused as she was about to take out her business card. She glanced around and realized that it was her own phone that was ringing.
Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, Pei Yueli's head was spinning. She answered the phone without even seeing who was calling, her tone tinged with impatience: "Hello?"
As soon as the camera switched on, the daringly tailored dress, the exquisite makeup, and the several muscular and handsome bartenders behind her were all clearly visible in the frame. Yu Kelin heard himself laughing in exasperation.
"Verona, weren't you looking at projects?"
“The project’s finished, so I need to find something constructive to do—like selecting male models,” Pei Yueli said matter-of-factly, her voice rising without a hint of hushed tones. “Otherwise, how about staying in San Diego to study seagull migration?”
Yu Kelin's voice was even lower: "Where are you now? I'll come find you."
"Who are you to me? You washed-up model, please leave me alone, okay? My schedule is as tight as a limited-edition LV bag; you'll have to draw lots in your next life to work with me!"
Yu Kelin looked at the slightly flushed face on Pei Yueli's face and immediately realized that she had drunk too much. His originally sullen face suddenly showed a hint of helplessness, which looked somewhat incongruous on his sharp face.
“Vera.”
He called her name again, but this time he used a more affectionate term, and even his tone softened.
"You're drunk. Do you have any friends with you? Could you please tell me your address?"
"What's the point of telling you? You're not even here."
At this point, Pei Yueli's mind cleared up a bit, and she realized that something was wrong.
She's not in the rented apartment she shares with Yu Kelin in Paris anymore; she's in Santiago. But what did he just say? He came to see her?
Pei Yueli paused abruptly as she held her phone, observing the background behind his video call. The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed; the snow scene outside the car could only be in Santiago, not somewhere else.
So what he means by saying this now is—
"Miss, are you alright?"
Seeing Ning Jiu alone in the corner, the handsome bartender worried that she might be upset because of the earlier incident, so he thoughtfully made her a special drink.
"I hope you can forgive our oversight. I promise this will not happen again."
His tone was sincere, and his eyes held a genuine sense of apology.
Ning Jiu looked at the drink with its pale blue sheen, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded to accept it.
After the bartender finished handing over the glass, he bent down to wipe up the spilled juice on the bar. She was also about to put down her glass when their movements overlapped. From the video call view from not far away, all that could be seen was their shadows almost touching.
Almost simultaneously, Pei Yueli's low exclamation rang in Ning Jiu's ears.
"Sweet wine, I think I'm doomed."
As she spoke, she shoved her phone into Ning Jiu's arms with lightning speed, like dropping a bomb.
"Yu Kelin has chased me all the way to Santiago! Can you help me deal with him for now? Just make up whatever he says, even nonsense is fine, just don't tell him where we are!"
Before Ning Jiu could react, a phone with its screen lit up was already in her hand.
On the other end of the video, Yu Kelin's cold face was frighteningly clear.
The person in the video clearly noticed the change, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Where's Vera?"
“Vera?”
This was the first time she had ever heard someone call Pei Yueli that.
Even though she felt curious, Ning Jiu didn't forget Pei Yueli's previous instructions and braced herself to ask him.
"What do you need her for?" She tried to make her tone sound natural. "The design team just said there was a slight discrepancy in the color scheme, and she went to the site to check the samples. It seems quite urgent."
"Oh, so you went to check the samples."
Yu Kelin slowly repeated, "I was so anxious that I even left my phone with you."
"......"
He stared at her for a few seconds.
"Ning Jiu, if you were saying these words to Qiao Bolin, do you think he would believe you?"
Isn't this between the two of them? How did it suddenly get dragged into Qiao Bolin's affairs?
Before I could smooth things over, the handsome bartender from the other side of the bar came over with a freshly mixed juice, speaking politely and gently.
"Miss, excuse me for bothering you again. Is it because you didn't like the special drink I gave you? Would you like me to get you a freshly squeezed juice instead?"
"No need, I—"
Ning Jiu was about to say that she didn't drink when her phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang. It was Qiao Bolin's daily voice call.
It's true what they say, speak of the devil, and he appears.
The environment was noisy, and after thinking about it, she realized that answering the phone at this time would only make things more complicated, so she decided to hang up first and explain when she got back.
Just as my finger was about to touch the red button, the video call on the other side of the screen suddenly flickered.
Ning Jiu didn't notice that the phone screen was reflected perfectly in Yu Kelin's lens.
As she hung up the phone, the light and shadow on the other end of the video call flickered slightly. She reflexively looked up, only to be stunned.
The camera on the other end of the video is shaky, with a pure black SUV speeding across the snowfield, and the scenery outside the window is clearly that of Santiago in winter.
Right next to Yu Kelin, a familiar handsome face suddenly appeared in the frame. He held the phone that had been hung up in his hand with prominent veins, and his dark pupils looked at her with a half-smile.
It's George Bolin.
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Author's note: I'm about to get hyped up, baby! [heart emoji]
500 words added to the previous chapter~
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