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◎“Consumer Sexual Relationship”◎
Song Chiyu realized that he had really set a trap for her.
If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that he hasn't explicitly mentioned it once; it's all been her interpretation. After feeling his abs for a few seconds with her eyes closed, Song Chiyu resolutely prepared to withdraw her hand. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand again and moved it upwards.
Her hand, which was pulling back, paused again.
He stared calmly ahead, released her hand, and gripped the steering wheel again, saying, "Reconsider?"
"Don't you know why I'm going to your place?" Song Chiyu's words, which were about to come out without thinking, were swallowed back when she touched his firm yet soft chest muscles.
"I thought I knew, but now that you've asked, I'm not sure anymore."
Song Chiyu was taken aback.
He wasn't as nonchalant as he appeared; he was also testing the waters, trying to understand. He was even more passive. Given his personality, if she wasn't willing, he certainly wouldn't force her.
Her initial desire to confront him vanished instantly.
She silently withdrew her hand from his.
"Have you thought it through?" He turned on the turn signal, ready to turn around and take her back. Song Chiyu gently pushed his arm. "Why are you turning around? Keep driving forward."
His eyelids drooped slightly: "Is that what I meant?"
What do you mean?
He did not answer.
Song Chiyu glanced at his upright and cold profile. If she hadn't been considering that he was driving, she would have teased him a bit.
The car drove into the parking lot.
Qi Yanzhou unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Song Chiyu suddenly pounced on him from the passenger seat. A fleeting look of surprise flashed across his indifferent eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and gazed at her with a calm and profound look.
"What's wrong?"
"If I told you that I still don't like you that much, would you... be willing to do it with me?"
It has to be said that she hit the nail on the head with that question.
Even with my arms around his neck from behind, I could feel him swallowing his Adam's apple.
He didn't answer, but his silence spoke volumes. However, Song Chiyu didn't let go of him. Instead, she rested her face on his shoulder and said slowly and deliberately, "But I also think that Master Qi, who can withstand all the controversy in the face of major issues, is really cool."
She is training a dog.
He knew perfectly well, but after taking a breath, he helplessly closed his eyes and buried his face in her arms that were wrapped around him.
Seeing that he didn't react much, she opened her lips again and gently bit his earlobe.
His tightly closed eyelashes fluttered, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Chiyu's colleague, whom he had met at school before, walking across the drain cover. He watched the other person without saying a word, and the other person, not expecting anyone to be in the car, quickly disappeared from sight.
Song Chiyu bit his Adam's apple in dissatisfaction, "How can you be daydreaming at a time like this?"
Qi Yanzhou was about to explain to her when she suddenly unbuckled the leather belt around his waist in a huff. The air in the car seemed to freeze for a moment. He stared at her silently, but didn't stop her.
She met his gaze, her eyes revealing a defiant, bluffing toughness.
Seeing that he did not refuse, she mustered up her courage and touched the buttons on her trousers.
He remained calm and composed, not even glancing down at her. He kept his eyes fixed on her.
A blush silently crept onto her face, but her hands continued moving. The sound of a zipper sliding down filled the quiet carriage. She leaned close to his lips, "Teacher Qi, you're actually more... than I imagined."
Such words were clearly somewhat harsh to her.
But he didn't show any emotion.
He slowly closed his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, her colleague, who had seemed to have left, had inexplicably returned. His gaze instinctively swept towards her. Song Chiyu, completely oblivious, was preoccupied with all her senses. She had only intended to tease him, but the sensation in her palm stirred up many unnecessary associations within her.
If this were... I wouldn't know how many...
“Teacher Qi,” her voice softened unconsciously as she moved her knees closer to him, “you haven’t answered my question yet.”
He lowered his eyelids, staring at her lips so close to his: "Whether I'm willing or not, haven't you already done it?"
She laughed triumphantly, and kissed his lips, her tongue lingering on his lips.
"I want to hear it from your own mouth."
Without making a sound, he reclined the chair behind him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and took the initiative to suckle her tongue, responding to her kiss.
"Teacher Qi, you are so kind..."
Just this alone is enough to make one's imagination run wild.
Her soft voice escaped from the tip of his tongue, and she couldn't help but lift one knee and eagerly rub it against the hem of his drooping shirt.
He pressed down on her waist.
This made her stick it on even more completely.
She became even more coquettish.
Forcing herself to let go, she lifted her head from his lips and said, "Teacher Qi, let's go upstairs."
What are we going up there for?
She wrapped her arms around his neck without answering, and the way she unconsciously rubbed against him said it all.
He persisted, asking, "Hmm?"
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she still couldn't bring herself to say them.
She nudged him with her chest out: "Why don't you go up there and you'll find out?"
"You don't like me that much yet?" He slowly returned the back of his chair to its original position.
"But you are really handsome."
Qi Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh.
He patted her on the buttocks: "Then get up first, let me take off my pants..."
Before he could finish speaking, she had already realized what he meant.
She deliberately turned her head away from him.
"Sit back a little more," he said, getting up and shifting his position.
She accidentally bumped into something again.
She pursed her lips and moved toward his knees. Once he had fastened his leather buckle, she couldn't wait to open the driver's side door and get out.
Qi Yanzhou did not stop him.
Carrying the travel bag from the back seat, I got out of the car as well. Unexpectedly, my colleague, who had already walked back into the elevator, slowly poked his head out and came back out.
They seemed curious as to why the two of them got out of the driver's seat at the same time.
Qi Yanzhou, seemingly oblivious, led Song Chiyu to the front and pressed the up button. His colleague, who had been observing him closely, suddenly understood why Qi Yanzhou had been distracted earlier. He pretended to scratch his head, hiding his face from his colleague.
Qi Yanzhou struck up a conversation with his colleague, saying, "Just got back?"
My colleague snapped out of her daze: "Oh, you too?"
Qi Yanzhou nodded.
When the elevator arrived, Qi Yanzhou led Song Chiyu inside first, pressed the floor button, and asked his colleague, "Which floor are you on?"
My colleague immediately reported the floor number.
The three of them remained silent for a moment before a colleague broke the silence, saying, "It seems like this is the first time I've seen your wife here."
In his colleagues' eyes, Qi Yanzhou had always been the kind of person who was difficult to get along with. His indifference wasn't the kind of dullness that came from a lack of social skills, but rather a kind of aloofness that emanated from his very bones. No matter how polite and harmonious the conversation was with him, after spending time with him, one would find that it was merely his polite manners and upbringing, and had nothing to do with his thoughts.
Rumors about his sham marriage had been rampant for some time, but he never denied it, and his colleagues never suspected anything. Now, however, it seems that's not entirely true. And no one ever imagined seeing such a tender side in him.
"Hmm." Qi Yanzhou didn't take his thoughts to heart and replied politely, "I don't run into you here very often."
It's normal that he hasn't met his wife.
"That's true." The colleague responded, but still couldn't figure out why the two of them had gotten out of the driver's seat. Just as he was about to ask, Qi Yanzhou suddenly reminded him, "We've arrived."
My colleague quickly glanced at the floor and got off the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Song Chiyu finally lowered her raised hand: "Why didn't you warn me that someone was there?"
I should have known better than to tease him.
Qi Yanzhou looked at her bright red ears and couldn't help but laugh.
He touched it and said, "It's so hot."
Song Chiyu pretended to hit him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his face on the top of her head: "No one will see. Even if someone does see us, they'll be looking at me, so why are you so nervous?"
"I..." She was clearly worried about him, but when she suddenly saw that he didn't care, she immediately stopped arguing.
Seeing that she suddenly wasn't in a hurry, Qi Yanzhou's smile deepened. Looking at the changing elevator floors beside him, he said, "Besides, it's not like you and I are having an affair. What's wrong with sitting on my lap and kissing for a while?"
indeed.
Based on the posture just now, even if you go outside the window, you won't be able to see anything.
Song Chiyu was completely relieved and stopped arguing with him.
Stepping out of the elevator and into the room, Song Chiyu turned around to speak when she heard the sound of his travel bag falling to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her lips.
The snap buttons on her body then made a sound as they were being pulled off.
His long, slender, pale fingers reached past her neckline and gently caressed her under her sweater.
Song Chiyu turned around and leaned against his chest, gently pushing his shoulder as if to accuse him of being unreasonable.
He took off his coat and pulled her down onto the sofa next to him.
The light-colored lace clothes quickly scattered all over the floor.
Song Chiyu covered her chest with both hands, "Let's take a shower."
“I’ve washed it.” He took her arm and kissed it again.
Soon, a pair of trousers appeared reflected in the clothes by the French windows. The person lying on the sofa tried desperately to cover their chest and legs, but he still managed to kiss them all over with his arm raised.
"But I haven't washed yet," she said, somewhat embarrassed.
"It's okay, it still smells good."
"Wait for me," Song Chiyu pushed his face away, sat up, and said, "I'll be there soon."
He straightened up from his knees to let others pass.
Song Chiyu spoke quickly, but still went into the bathroom to shower and wash her hair before coming out. She changed into her summer nightgown, stood in front of the sink, and cautiously looked him over.
He was noticeably calmer than before, and upon hearing her voice, he immediately turned and walked towards her. He took the hairdryer from her and began drying her hair.
She looked at his figure standing behind her through the mirror in front of her.
It turned out he was almost half a head taller than her.
His slender frame was much more robust than hers, with broad shoulders and smooth arm lines that exuded a mountain-like grandeur. And this man was her husband.
This word was both unfamiliar and familiar to her.
She had truly believed that she would spend her life with this person in a close and respectful manner, never expecting that such an indifferent and aloof person would have this side to him.
Qi Yanzhou noticed she was lost in thought, so he raised the hairdryer in his hand, leaned closer to her, and asked, "Hmm?"
She smelled a faint scent of tobacco on him and turned to look at him: "You've been smoking?"
"No." He turned off the hairdryer and couldn't help but kiss her lips. She turned her back and wrapped her arms around his neck. He instantly understood and lifted her by the waist, leading her into the bedroom.
Song Chiyu lay down in the bedroom with unease.
She slowly released her hands from his neck. "Be gentle."
"Are you afraid of this?" He gently kissed her wrist.
Song Chiyu did not deny it.
He kissed her on the cheek again: "Yes, but I won't go in now."
"So what do you want to do?"
He didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head and kissed her lips tenderly. After a while, sensing her fluttering heart, he whispered, "Wait until you ask me for it yourself."
He held her hand, just as he had in the car, putting all the initiative in her hands.
Song Chiyu was initially hesitant, but his obvious patience and gentleness soothed all her unease, and she gradually became bolder. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, sit on his lap, and called out in a pitiful and soft voice, "Teacher Qi."
"kindness?"
“You,” she paused, “can’t be all right now and then use these things to mock me later.”
"What did I laugh at you for?" he asked gently.
"You said I don't like you, and... why are you so wet...?" She found it difficult to say.
He chuckled softly, pulled her face close, kissed her lips, and replied, "It's my pleasure."
A thought stirred in her heart, and even his small knot in her skin felt soothed. She slowly raised her waist and began tentatively trying more.
He held her back and waist, his words conveying a sense of reassurance and restraint: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."
“I’m in a hurry,” Song Chiyu replied.
In the darkness, his gentle laughter rang out, "Then slow down."
Song Chiyu pursed her lips, not in the mood to waste any more words with him. He could see her difficulty, "Why don't you lie down, and I'll do it for you?"
She didn't object, and then discovered that it wasn't as unacceptable as she had imagined. In fact, it felt better than she had initially thought.
It's truly spectacular.
He asked, "Does it hurt?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, saying, "It doesn't hurt."
They even want to try more.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then an indescribable sensation spread from his tailbone to his skull, causing him to hug her even tighter.
He had never had such an extreme experience in his life. Suddenly, he could understand things that he couldn't understand in history books before.
More importantly, he was no longer just her husband in name only.
He couldn't help but hug her even tighter.
Her voice, trembling with tears, urged him to be more proactive: "Teacher Qi~"
He understood immediately.
He gently patted her bottom, "Lift it up a little more."
Song Chiyu immediately cried out as if she were about to cry, "Master Qi!"
"Yes, I'm here." He tried his best to control his emotions and not let himself be infected by her and lose control.
The feeling of losing control was overwhelming. Song Chiyu couldn't help but blame herself for what she had been doing for the past two years. How could she have remained celibate for two years while having such a man by her side? The more she thought about it, the more resentful she became, and she bit him hard on the shoulder. He thought he had hurt her and immediately stopped: "What's wrong?"
“I told you to sleep earlier,” Song Chiyu gestured for him to continue, “Look what you’ve been doing.”
Qi Yanzhou gave a helpless, bitter smile.
She had just said she didn't like him that much, but now she was resentful. He didn't argue, and kissed her lips, asking, "Want to try again outside?"
Where to?
"The dining table?"
Song Chiyu slapped him on the shoulder in an annoyed tone: "Do you even want me to have a proper meal at your house?"
“That desk.”
She did not refute it.
Anyway, she doesn't need it anymore.
When I got to the desk, that feeling became even stronger.
Her sharp, smooth back pressed against the corner of a book on the bookshelf, the faint scent of ink and her hair mingling and filling his nostrils. He completely lost control of his emotions, tightly hugging her neck, and finally collapsed limply into his arms.
"Is that all?" he asked, dropping what he had just taken from his hand.
Song Chiyu pouted and said in dissatisfaction, "Master Qi, you are a scholar, who would carry someone onto a desk like that..."
"What's coming?"
She was too shy to say it.
Qi Yanzhou saw through her intentions but didn't say anything, and carried her to the bathroom to take a bath.
Song Chiyu hesitated about whether or not to go back.
Upon learning of her thoughts, Qi Yanzhou's lips curled into a half-smile. "Miss Song, you're turning your back on me way too quickly."
“If I don’t go back, my mom will start overthinking.”
Qi Yanzhou looked at her meaningfully, clearly wanting to say something, but respecting her wishes, he said nothing.
He was unusually silent on the way back to her.
Song Chiyu realized something was wrong just as she was about to get off the bus. She looked him over and asked, "Are you angry?"
I'm not angry.
But he still responded.
"Then you can come up and sleep here. Tomorrow... leave early, so my mom doesn't see you."
Qi Yanzhou licked his lips, unable to bear it any longer, and slapped the top of her head, forcing her to look at him directly, saying, "Miss Song, do you know what marriage means? It's fine for me to sleep in the same bed with you, but it's strange that we're living apart for a long time."
"But I don't want my mom to have any wild thoughts." Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to all that trouble to come to his place. "Are you going to sleep or not? If not, I'm going upstairs."
"I won't sleep," he replied without hesitation.
Song Chiyu realized she was in the wrong and thought for a couple of seconds before saying, "I know I was wrong, but... you've done everything you could, so one more night won't make a difference. I'm leaving now, goodnight."
After saying that, he ran away without looking back.
Qi Yanzhou watched her retreating figure, his expression shifting from indifference to disbelief, before finally letting out a soft chuckle.
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