26 Beg Me
◎“It turns out she was such a beautiful and vibrant person.”◎
Song Chiyu felt that she had been deceived by him.
Biting her lip in embarrassment and annoyance, she said, "You—"
"Hmm?" He withdrew his long, slender, pale fingers, his gentle tone as cool and dignified as ever.
"If you're going to do it, then do it. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?" Song Chiyu said, blushing.
"What are you doing?" He seemed not to understand what she was talking about, still maintaining his calm and composed demeanor, while his fingers, which were positioned in front of her, had already slipped inside her collar.
Without the obstruction of pajamas and breast pads.
The sensation of his fingers and skin became increasingly clear; she could feel the thin calluses on his knuckles and the warmth emanating from his skin. Song Chiyu still found it hard to believe he could do such a thing. In her memory, this man was always guided by rules, rational and self-disciplined. She gripped the pillow tightly, pulled her legs together, and spoke with difficulty, "Teacher Qi."
"Hmm?" Judging from his voice and expression, it was impossible to tell what he was doing. It seemed like they were talking about something so serious that it couldn't be more serious. In fact, his slender fingers were tentatively pinching a bright red nipple, accompanied by his pensive lowered eyelids, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
"Don't..." Song Chiyu grasped his hand through his clothes: "If you're going to come, just come."
She had always assumed that their relationship, like their marriage, would be routine, predictable, and devoid of any romance.
Such teasing only makes people feel embarrassed.
"What do you mean by 'coming straight ahead'?" He slowly leaned down, getting closer to her body little by little, and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her front.
Song Chiyu couldn't bring herself to say it.
She touched his waistband and gestured for him to come directly to her.
Qi Yanzhou lowered his head and laughed.
"Do I look like that kind of clueless, unromantic man?"
Before Song Chiyu could answer, he gently kissed her lips.
"kindness?"
"Hmm." Song Chiyu absentmindedly covered her eyes with her arm, as if if she didn't look at him, all the excitement and sensation would disappear.
"Do you mind if I turn on the light?" Qi Yanzhou asked.
Song Chiyu immediately lowered her raised hand. "No way, if someone sees this from outside, I'll be in big trouble—"
"How could anyone see?" He hadn't even realized he was already in front of her. "I'll just turn on a nightlight, okay?"
His gentle voice made Song Chiyu nod as if possessed.
"You can only turn it on to the lowest brightness setting."
But she didn't know that the dimmer the light, the more alluring her fair and delicate skin became, reflecting a pearly luster beneath her half-open dress. His cool and deep gaze quietly settled on the curve of her half-exposed skin.
Song Chiyu secretly peeked at him through the gap in her arm.
He was so calm, his handsome, aloof face revealing no emotion whatsoever, which made her feel insecure. She raised her arm, wanting to block him.
He held her hand, snapping out of his reverie as he looked at the curve of her clothes peeking out from under her nightgown. "What's wrong?"
"Don't look at me like that." She broke free and stretched out her arm to turn off the light next to her, but unexpectedly, she moved her half-open clothes, and the curves that were originally half-concealed were suddenly revealed in front of him.
His gaze deepened, yet he showed no sign of urgency, calmly supporting the other side of her nightgown: "Miss Song."
Song Chiyu didn't detect anything amiss in his gentle voice and was still struggling to find the switch next to her.
"kindness?"
Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?
"What do you want to kiss?" Song Chiyu turned her head and followed his lowered gaze to her front. Her face flushed red and she blurted out, "No."
"Why?" he asked gently, "You made me do it all."
Then don't ask her!
Song Chiyu, not knowing what was wrong with him, covered her eyes and looked away: "Then why are you asking me?"
"I just want to know why it doesn't work."
“I feel embarrassed,” Song Chiyu replied.
“Okay,” he said, closing her loose clothes again, pulling his fingers away from hers, buttoning her clothes up again, and turning off the night light beside her. “Goodnight, Miss Song.”
There wasn't a trace of frustration or exasperation at not getting what one wanted.
He was even gentle, and his words were full of respect for her.
That's it?
Song Chiyu remained dazed for a long time, and he had truly fallen asleep. Even though they were on the same quilt, there was no transgression. He could hear the increasingly steady breathing of the other man.
Now it was Song Chiyu's turn to be unsatisfied.
No, his indecisiveness kept her awake, but he himself fell asleep.
Song Chiyu leaned closer to him, wanting to see if he was faking it or not, but as soon as she got close, he woke up, as if startled, and leaned back slightly. "What's wrong?"
"You...you're really asleep?"
"Hmm," his gentle voice still clearly lingered with sleep, "What else?"
"You, can you sleep?" Although she didn't know what it felt like for a boy to be holding back, she could vaguely guess that it must be uncomfortable.
"Hmm," he said, his eyes still closed, as he moved closer to her. "Can't you sleep?"
Song Chiyu pursed her lips.
nonsense.
How could she, a mere mortal who eats grains, compare to him?
She reluctantly tugged at his pajamas, tilted her head back, and leaned closer to him: "Give me a kiss."
"What are you kissing?"
"Where were you trying to kiss just now?" Song Chiyu asked, barely suppressing her anger.
“Ah,” he replied with a sudden realization, “but aren’t you embarrassed?”
"Just turn off the lights."
“But I want to look.” His warm lips gently brushed against her ear: “Like cherries on a jade plate, so beautiful.”
Song Chiyu never imagined that she would be described in such a way in her lifetime.
"If you want to kiss, then kiss; if you want to turn on the lights, then turn on the lights. Why are you making so many demands?"
He slowly propped himself up, and while turning on the light, added casually, "The overall shape is also very beautiful, even rounder and fuller than I imagined."
"You still have imagination?" Song Chiyu blurted out.
He pictured her in a cheongsam in his mind, "It's hard not to imagine."
The dim lights came on again.
Song Chiyu covered her eyes with one hand, her constantly swallowing revealing her tension and restraint. Yet he still had to comment, "Just like your lips, they are sweet."
"No comment."
"I know." He lowered his head again.
Song Chiyu was getting a little overwhelmed by the kisses.
Without realizing it, she grabbed his clothes and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Huh?" He looked up, feigning ignorance.
She didn't speak, but wrapped her arms around his neck, straightened her back, and gently swayed against his waist and abdomen.
Turn your head away and use gestures to signal him.
"What do you want me to do?" he pressed.
Song Chiyu pinched him with her thigh in an annoyed tone. "Say it," he replied.
Without further ado, Song Chiyu kissed his lips.
He didn't move after she kissed him, secretly enjoying the feeling of being taken initiative by her. "Want to kiss me?"
Song Chiyu vaguely knew what was wrong with him.
He wasn't utterly shameless; he was simply confident of victory. He knew that once he stopped, she would come after him anyway.
never mind.
She stopped arguing with him, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.
He then closed his eyes and put his arm around her waist.
But he remained restrained; he stopped when she stopped, and showed no intention of chasing after her to kiss her again.
Song Chiyu said irritably, "What exactly do you want?"
“I want to hear you say it yourself,” he said, his deep eyes revealing a confident calm: “I want you.”
Song Chiyu pursed her lips.
She had intended to turn a blind eye to his confidence in winning, but his blatant suggestion made her somewhat unable to tolerate it. "Actually, I didn't want it that much."
"Really?" He didn't believe it.
“Yes,” Song Chiyu replied decisively.
"Then go to sleep."
"I won't sleep." She became stubborn, "I want to hold you like this."
He looked down at her exposed, rounded breasts.
He leaned down in front of her instantly. "I don't mind, I'm just worried about pressing down on you."
"I don't care." Song Chiyu said this, but her hand quietly slipped between his chest and unbuttoned his pajamas.
His physique was far more impressive than she had imagined.
Thin yet strong, the mere sight of skin-to-skin contact with it is enough to evoke all sorts of fantasies.
But neither he nor Song Chiyu spoke; she wanted to see how long he could keep up the act.
Qi Yanzhou noticed her little actions, but did not stop her, seemingly very confident in his self-control.
She hugged his neck, arched her slender back, and naturally rubbed against his skin.
Her voice was low, soft, and gentle: "Teacher Qi~"
He remained calm: "Hmm?"
"Your muscles are really well-developed~ I thought you were only good at teaching and educating people."
"Hmm." He remained unmoved.
Song Chiyu tilted her head back and kissed his lips.
She pressed her lips against his and commented, "Teacher Qi, your lips are so soft~ When your family members were scolded by you and dared not utter a sound, they certainly never imagined that your lips could be so soft."
Qi Yanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
The veins on the back of her hands and shoulders, which were supporting her, were clearly visible.
She held his tongue in her mouth and gently sucked on it. "Teacher Qi, I don't usually want to say anything about these kinds of marital obligations, but it's pointless for you to make me beg you."
She tilted her head back and licked his tongue. "Right?"
Qi Yanzhou lowered his eyes; her drooping eyelashes were both aloof and alluring, like those of a fairy. His Adam's apple bobbed again, and he deliberately raised his head, avoiding her lips.
"Teacher Qi, why are you hiding?" She sat up as he chased after her, her half-open shirt slipping off her shoulder, and she generously showed him her face.
He avoided eye contact instead.
Song Chiyu wrapped her arms around his neck, sat on his lap, and kissed him on the lips: "Teacher Qi, if you want it, just ask me."
His Adam's apple bobbed again as he looked up.
Looking into her eyes, his gaze was cold and resolute: "No."
“But—” she said, sitting down firmly against his waist and shifting her position slightly, “You’re so hard.”
Before he could speak, she explained, "I meant muscles."
He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
It was only at this moment that Song Chiyu realized that he was not as calm as she had thought. A hint of slyness appeared in her gentle almond-shaped eyes: "Teacher Qi, I thought you really didn't want it."
She touched his lips with her delicate index finger.
Her rosy lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue as she looked at him. "Want to make a bet with me? Who will be able to resist?"
He swallowed hard, dodging her fingers, but his gaze remained fixed on her, a hint of resentment in his eyes.
Song Chiyu placed her fingertip between his teeth: "You dare not?"
"What are we betting on?" he asked calmly.
"I haven't decided what to bet on yet, but do you want to bet?"
"Bet." He braced himself with his hands behind his back, as if he were not under her control at all, and had always been the one in control.
"Okay." She laughed, put her hands on his shoulders, puffed out her chest and pressed her nose against his, and started swaying to herself.
The veins on the back of his hand suddenly stood out.
Suddenly I realized what a beautiful and vibrant person she truly was.
He suppressed the urge to bite down and closed his eyes tightly, but his senses remained. As she softly called out "Teacher Qi," he could clearly feel something repeatedly grinding against his lips.
"Teacher Qi, didn't you just praise them as cherries on a jade plate? Now that they're almost in your mouth, why aren't you eating them?"
She was teasing him.
Qi Yanzhou opened his eyes and stared intently at her.
Her feelings suddenly became even stronger.
She released her pent-up desire in his waist and abdomen, then leaned exhausted on his shoulder: "Teacher Qi, don't say I didn't give it to you, you were the one who said you didn't want it~"
"Song Chiyu." This was the first time he had called her that.
"Hmm~"
"When she's in a bad mood, she just keeps holding me like this while we sleep."
"I don't really care, I'm just worried about making you uncomfortable," she said gently. "But I won't torture you, just tell me what you want."
"No." He held her as they lay down to sleep. "Goodnight."
**
Qi Yanzhou is a truly patient person.
He just held her around the waist without making any sudden movements. At first, she was still trying to compete with him, but later she got too sleepy and fell asleep without realizing it.
I hadn't slept long before I was woken up again by the sound of firecrackers outside the window.
He groggily opened his eyes and saw that the man was getting dressed with his back to the bed. He got up and asked, "What time is it?"
He didn't expect her to wake up.
While buttoning her shirt, she gently leaned down and explained, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
She believed her and closed her eyes: "Where are you going?"
"If you need anything, just let me know. I'm going outside to check." He gently kissed her forehead. "I'll be back when you wake up."
"Mmm." She turned over and fell asleep again.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside the window.
The courtyard was quiet; no one seemed to be up or afraid of waking her, so no sound was made.
She stretched and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, changed her clothes and went out.
As soon as she stepped outside, the people who had just come in from the outer courtyard brushed the snow off their clothes and looked at her. Song Chiyu didn't know where everyone had come from, but the atmosphere was clearly strange, so she silently turned around and tried to hide inside.
Thankfully, Qi Yanzhou's voice rang out in time, greatly rescuing her from the predicament: "You're up?"
From this statement, the others knew that it was at his behest. They exchanged subtle glances and then greeted her with smiles.
Song Chiyu also forced a response.
Qi Yanzhou walked straight towards her. "Have you eaten?"
She shook her head.
“Perfect timing, let’s eat together.” He took her hand and walked into the hall.
As she entered, she ran into an old lady walking from the other side. The old lady stared at her meaningfully, clearly very dissatisfied with her, but said nothing and walked up the steps with her head held high.
Just then, Li Li and Lao Song finished their tour of the back room and came out of the passageway. The room looked like it had just been built, which greatly eased Song Chiyu's embarrassment.
Li Li readily greeted the old lady, saying, "Your courtyard is really big."
The old lady looked impatient, but still patiently replied, "Yes."
"We should use half of that land in the back to grow vegetables; it would be a bit wasteful to use the whole land for vegetables."
"Unfortunately, I don't know how to grow vegetables, I can only grow some flowers."
"It's alright, the flowers are pretty too," Li Li reassured her.
The old lady's expression was subtle. She responded with a sound of agreement and went inside without looking back.
Song Chiyu stepped forward and took Li Li's hand, "Mom, you've started commenting on other people?"
“I’m telling you, this old lady is a sly pervert,” Li Li said, turning her back to him. “I don’t know what the custom is this year, but the girls have to get up at four o’clock to prepare breakfast and snacks. This year, we hired a cook, but this old lady still made the girls get up at four o’clock.”
"Why are you getting up?"
“They just sit there doing nothing.” Li Li covered her lips and said, “You don’t know, when I got up to go to the bathroom this morning, I saw so many people sitting in the hall without saying a word, it scared me.”
Song Chiyu was at a loss for words. She didn't know what kind of rule it was, but in her opinion, it was just a hassle.
Fortunately, she didn't marry Qi Yanzhou out of love, and Qi Yanzhou wasn't like Xie Yunjin, who acted aloof all the time but never uttered a word when it mattered. Otherwise, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't argue with this old lady and, in a fit of anger, file for divorce.
The benefits of this kind of marriage become apparent in crucial moments.
However, she could understand why the old lady wanted to match Qi Yanzhou and Yinghong. Yinghong was indeed the most suitable person for this family, and any outsider would likely cause conflict.
"What are you thinking about?" Qi Yanzhou asked calmly as he stepped forward.
"Luckily you're sensible, otherwise—" Song Chiyu patted his shoulder: "Marrying into your family is such a blessing."
[Author's Note]
Ahhhh, I'm late!!! [Please][Please] Thank you everyone for the food!
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