☆、Fan 40: Baby, do you want to taste it now? (Qiao Yipian)
Ignoring the man's barely concealed anger, Qiao Yi turned and walked away in her high heels.
But the man grabbed her wrist forcefully, pulled her into his arms, and without waiting for her to speak, bent down and carried her upstairs.
"Are you crazy?" Qiao Yi couldn't understand his actions.
The man ignored her struggles, only glanced at her with his eyes down, placed her on the bed, and rolled over to press himself against her.
Qiao Yi pushed him hard, her eyes full of anger, "Let go, I have to go out."
The string in Song Libai's mind almost snapped. He kissed her lips forcefully, while his hands continued their actions.
"Get away from me, don't force me." Qiao Yi struggled against his restraints, her face flushed red.
Noticing the person beneath him struggling, Song Libai used his legs to restrain her, preventing her from moving around, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Behave yourself, Qiao Yi."
Almost immediately, Qiao Yi's body went limp, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.
The man buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice low and gentle, "Baby, be good."
Soft sounds escaped her lips unconsciously, and the man chuckled, "Baby, this is probably what it means to say one thing and do another."
Qiao felt an intense sense of shame enveloping her, and she clenched her palms tightly, forcing herself to hold back.
Before she knew it, a tear rolled down her cheek, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
She didn't know how this differed from coercion.
She believed that the agreement they reached was based on mutual consent and was pleasing to both of them.
Instead of being here in humiliation, like a toy.
They were manipulated at will.
Seeing the tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, Song Libai seemed to realize something. He gently wiped them away with his fingertips, his voice softening, "You're unwilling, baby?"
Qiao found it funny, really funny. Isn't it too late to ask the person involved if they are willing after the deed has already been done?
She couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking directly into his eyes with undisguised sarcasm. "Finished? Can you leave now?"
Song Libai felt a sudden panic in his heart. He wanted to reach out and grab her, but he felt that she was so far away from him.
They are still together at this very moment, doing the most intimate things in the world.
Qiao Yi looked at her clothes, which had been torn to shreds, while the man was almost fully dressed, and found it even more ridiculous.
She casually changed her clothes in front of him, without any attempt to hide anything, and simply said lightly, "There are twelve more days, which means twelve more times, and then we'll be done."
Treat this as a genuine transaction, without harboring any ulterior motives.
Qiao Yi dressed neatly, picked up her bag, turned around and left, without looking at him again.
She didn't go to see Huo Ling again. The pain in her body seemed to still tell her what she had just experienced: humiliation and disgrace.
Of course, what she didn't notice was that Song Libai's car was following closely behind. He didn't know what he wanted to do; he was just subconsciously following her.
He admitted that he was somewhat flustered, and only when she was in his sight could he feel a little at ease.
He followed her car all the way to the bar where they first met; in his memory, she seemed to love coming here.
Even during these two months, she would occasionally come here to drink some fruit wine, seemingly just for enjoyment, not to drown her sorrows.
She sat in the corner as usual, the only difference being that she ordered strong liquor today.
This shows how bad her mood was, and that bad mood was caused by him.
Song Libai felt a little guilty and sat not far from her, staring at her.
He only saw Qiao Yi chugging down one glass of wine after another, seemingly unable to taste the strong liquor at all.
When he walked up to her, the woman's face was flushed, and she looked completely drunk, yet she still held onto her wine glass.
He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and reached for her wine glass, patiently coaxing her, "Yiyi, how about we go home together first?"
Qiao Yi forcefully broke free from his embrace, reaching out to snatch back her wine glass, muttering, "Let me go, give me back my glass."
Song Libai placed his hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and patiently coaxed her, "How about I take you to drink something even better?"
Qiao Yi frowned, slapped him across the face, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance in her voice, "Who are you? Why should I believe you?"
Song Libai couldn't tell whether she was truly drunk or pretending. If she was truly drunk, she would ask him who he was; if she was pretending, she could easily slap him across the face.
He doesn't argue with drunk people.
He reached out and patted her head, coaxing her in a gentle tone, "Baby, don't you remember me?"
Qiao Yi tilted her head, looking thoughtful, and after a while shook her head and muttered, "I don't remember."
Song Libai thought Qiao Yi's contrasting cuteness was so adorable that he really wanted to devour her.
It's definitely tastier than her sharp-tongued, fierce, and clear-headed self.
He gently pinched her puffed-out cheeks, his voice so soft it could melt water, "Baby, will you come home with me?"
Qiao Yi looked at him and seemed hesitant. After a long while, she shook her head and said, "You can't go with strangers."
Song Libai moved closer to her, very close. He lightly kissed her lips briefly, then pulled away. "Am I a stranger?"
Qiao Yi was startled by his sudden action, shrank back slightly, unconsciously licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, and shook her head.
It tasted familiar; she felt like she'd tasted it somewhere before.
Seeing that she had relaxed her guard, Song Libai reached out his hand to her, "Will you come with me, baby?"
Qiao hesitated for a moment before slowly and tentatively placing her small hand on the man's, only to have it tightly enveloped by his large hand.
"Once you reach out your hand, you can't let go." He took her hand and their fingers intertwined.
Qiao couldn't understand what he was saying, so she just kept her head down in silence, occasionally glancing at the two hands clasped together.
Song Libai felt a wave of tenderness wash over him; this was the first time he had ever seen her so obedient in all the time they had known each other.
The evening breeze caressed him, a soft warmth enveloping him, and his heart suddenly calmed down, making him want to walk a little further.
Qiao Yi gently squeezed his fingers, and only spoke softly when he looked at her, "Aren't we going to get something nice to drink?"
Song Libai chuckled softly, stopped walking, put one arm around her waist, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to try it now, my darling?"
Qiao Yi looked at him expectantly as the man bent down and kissed her pink lips with gentle, soft movements.
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