Chapter 29 09.04/Is your fiancée scaring you?
She didn't drink too much this time. Before going to bed at night, she used her last bit of consciousness to find her phone to set an alarm for herself, hoping to wake up early the next morning and go back to her room, but the man grabbed her wrists and pressed her down. He then held her wrists and pulled her hands above her head.
He easily turned her over, let her lie on the bed, and stroked her waistline upwards with his right hand.
Due to the difference in size and strength between the two men, it was easy for the man to control her and make her unable to move.
Pulling herself away from the exhilarating lovemaking, Chu Song began to belatedly feel the terrifying presence of the man on her body.
She lowered her voice and carefully called the person behind her: "Fan Tingnian..."
After a long moment, the man behind her hummed in a deep, hoarse voice. He leaned over and nuzzled her temples. "Why, do you want to do it again?"
"No, no!" Chu Song dodged to the side and refused strongly.
He pinched her chin from behind, gently rubbed her cheek with his index finger, and said slowly: "I thought you called me because you weren't satisfied yet."
"It was a great pleasure, it was a great pleasure." She began to talk without thinking.
Maybe he hasn't had enough fun yet!
In this position she could still feel the curve of his body.
Chu Song's forehead seemed to be sweating. She pulled her hand back, hooked her fingers around Fan Tingnian's wrist, and said in a negotiating tone, "Let's go to bed..."
She tilted her head and finally saw the expression of the person behind her. His brown-green eyes flashed with some scattered light, and his gaze fell straight on her face, from her eyes to the tip of her nose, and then to her lips.
It seemed that if she escaped a little, he would grab her ankles and pull her back under him.
"Will you come tomorrow?" he asked again.
Why did you make an appointment for tomorrow just after today?!
Seeing Chu Song frown, Fan Tingnian stroked the skin on her wrist and changed his words: "Come and watch a movie."
"..." Chu Song would never believe the lie of watching a movie again, "...I need to rest tomorrow..."
She glanced at Fan Tingnian's indifferent expression, which had remained unchanged for eight hundred years, thought for a moment, and added, "You need to rest, too."
The man's eyes slightly tilted, as if tinged with a hint of joy: "I'm glad you care about me, but I'm fine."
When Chu Song shrank into his arms, he touched that arc again.
He is indeed fine.
But Chu Song was not feeling well, she was very not feeling well. Although the experience was good, her waist and legs ached, and there was no place in her body that was not tired.
She was too sleepy and didn't want to think about when to get up tomorrow or whether she would be discovered if she left Fan Tingnian's room. Anyway, no one usually came to his bedroom.
She yawned and closed her eyes, wanting to sleep. The man hugged her from behind, locking her in his arms. He lowered his voice slightly and whispered in her ear: "Who is that man who always chats with you?"
Chu Song was about to fall asleep when she heard a faint male voice. It was a bit scary. She was startled and woke up: "What man?"
Ever since she left the work group and no longer had those miscellaneous colleagues, she has rarely talked to others on WeChat.
Recently, it’s been Wen Yao, Xiao Ai, and the others, as well as the competition group… She thought about it, frowned slightly, and muttered, “Are you talking about the person I sent WeChat messages tonight?”
"Yes," the man said slowly, "that's the guy you were texting with during dinner and while walking."
Chu Song remembered, nodded in his arms, and explained: "He was my former classmate. I had something to ask him today. He occasionally sends messages."
The man hugged her gently and continued, "Can you delete him?"
"Why?" Chu Song asked subconsciously.
"Because I'm your fiancé."
“…” Chu Song didn’t react for a moment. What a mess.
She was really tired, rubbed her head, and explained more clearly: "He's not just a classmate, he's preparing for a competition with me now, and even if he's just a classmate, you can't delete him casually."
She felt that Fan Tingnian might not understand the relationship between classmates, so he said that.
"But you are the only one in my WeChat." She heard Fan Tingnian say again.
She turned around in surprise, then saw Fan Tingnian, who seemed to remember who had registered the number for him: "And Wan Ting."
His face was a little cold, and he looked at her seriously: "If you don't like it, I can delete Wan Ting as well."
No, no.
Chu Song's eyes were filled with astonishment. She felt that Fan Tingnian probably didn't know that humans were social animals.
She was no longer sleepy in an instant. She felt that Fan Tingnian's idea was very dangerous. Although she would finish her work and leave in less than two months, the two of them were close now, and she should talk to Fan Tingnian about some interpersonal and social issues.
She calmed herself down, organized her words, and spoke slowly and seriously, "You don't need to delete Wanting Butler. Chat apps are social apps, and there should be a lot of friends you need to stay in touch with."
"If it weren't for talking to you, I wouldn't use this software." His eyes were indifferent, as if using this software was a grace to the software.
He glanced at Chu Song's expression and thought she might like this app: "But if you like it, I can also buy a chat app, so that only you and I can chat in the future."
No need, no need!
Chu Song's eyes widened. "No, no, you can't use it and affect others."
The man thought for two seconds, and seemed to feel that it was wrong to affect others: "Okay."
Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "So your account can have many friends, and my account can also have many friends, my classmates, colleagues, these are all necessary connections and social interactions."
"So you chat with a lot of people every day?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Like the man who participated in the competition with her and was in the same competition group as her.
He still remembered her friend saying that she liked that man and that man liked her too.
Chu Song thought about it and nodded: "Yes."
She felt that Fan Tingnian seemed a little unhappy, but because he was afraid that she would be unhappy if he refuted her, he just stared at her and said nothing.
After a long while, he slowly approached, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, and reminded her: "In my family education, you can't think about other people when you are married."
After a brief silence, Chu Song was almost asleep. When she heard his strange words again, she didn't understand what he was saying. She just replied casually, "I know...I'm going to sleep soon."
She felt that someone like Fan Tingnian might need encouragement, so as she was about to fall asleep, she whispered to him, "You have the best upbringing."
Fan Tingnian didn't sleep.
A ray of moonlight poured in from the window, fell on the end of the bed, and tilted out a corner of silver. The salty sea breeze blew in from the window, and the sound of waves like white noise could be heard.
He half leaned against the headboard, picked up a strand of hair from the person next to him with one hand and wrapped it around his fingertips.
He hoped to keep her here and live with him forever. She said she liked it, and he liked it too.
Chu Song didn't set the alarm, but she still woke up very early the next morning. Maybe her body knew that she couldn't stay in Fan Tingnian's room too late, so she didn't sleep as deeply.
When she woke up, she wanted to touch her phone to check the time, but found that her right hand was tied to the head of the bed again.
It was no longer the bathrobe belt that was stained with water last night, but a beautiful and delicate silk ribbon, dark red in color, with soft and smooth fabric, which bound her right wrist.
She was startled, moved, untied the silk ribbon with her left hand, sat up on the bed, and the person next to her also woke up.
The man slowly opened his eyes, and when the sleepiness in his eyes dissipated, he first glanced at the silk ribbon that had been untied and thrown on the bed.
Chu Song was fishing out clothes from under the bed. When she turned around, she saw his look. Then she thought of everything that happened last night. She was really a little scared of Fan Tingnian now.
No one will help the other person recall the details that they forgot after drinking, and then ask again and again if they remember them, and touch her neck and say, "I hope you remember everything about me when you are sober."
"What's wrong?" The man keenly noticed the emotion in her eyes.
Chu Song fell into deep thought and did not answer. Fan Tingnian restrained his expression and asked, "Are you coming tonight?"
Chu Song recovered, shook his head slightly, put on his clothes, and reached over to grab his phone from the bedside.
Fan Tingnian looked at her and said, "What if I go to your place?"
Chu Song seemed frightened: "Of course not!"
The man's expression didn't change, but there was a hint of hurt in his eyes, as if she had said something particularly hurtful.
It was just one night we didn't sleep together.
Chu Song felt the situation was a little out of her control. She thought seriously for two seconds, ignoring Fan Tingnian's expression. She threw back the quilt and got out of bed. As she put on her coat, she continued, "Just focus on your work today. I can't accompany you to paint the plaster statue. I have to do my own work on the second floor."
After she finished speaking, no one responded. She looked up at the bed and saw Fan Tingnian leaning against the headboard with a listless look on his face. His dark grey nightgown was wide open, his chest muscles were slightly bulging, and there were inconspicuous scratches on them.
Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she looked away, finally checking the things on the carpet under her feet to make sure she hadn't missed anything: "I'm leaving first."
Chu Song had been busy with the second set of design drawings the entire day, and even missed his lunch and dinner times. He had lunch at the staff cafeteria at 2 p.m., and for dinner, he asked Xiao Ai to bring him a pastry and didn't go to the cafeteria.
I was busy until ten o'clock in the evening and finished revising the side view of one of the drafts.
Xiao Ai stood up and packed her things: "Can we do the rest tomorrow? Sister Shuang said we can give her the first draft on Friday."
Today is Monday, and there are still four days left.
After completing this set of pictures, the design of the large furniture in Fan Tingnian's studio was basically completed. What remained were various decorative ornaments and non-essential practical components to fill the entire studio.
After a long day in front of the computer, Chu Song felt very sleepy and his head ached. He finally confirmed that everything on the computer had been saved before turning it off and sorting the various files on the desktop. "Then come over early tomorrow? Complete the revisions and organize all the drawings into folders before the night after tomorrow."
Xiao Ai nodded: "Okay."
Zhang Zhang also responded: "I will come early tomorrow too."
Chu Song was the last one to leave the workshop. He returned to his bedroom on the third floor, took a long hot bath, came out, blew his hair, and lay down on the bed. It was already eleven o'clock.
She glanced at the messages in the group chat with Xiao Ai and the others, and finally scrolled through the news. She couldn't hold it any longer, so she turned off her phone, pulled up the quilt and prepared to go to sleep.
She didn't sleep deeply, but she woke up once after twelve o'clock. She heard footsteps outside, but she thought it was the servants, so she didn't pay attention. She was so sleepy that she fell asleep again in a few seconds and slept until dawn.
The sketch was actually completed a few days ago, but the modification of the size took some time, and some of the design dimensions did not look good after the changes, so the drawings had to be redrawn. So the next day I still stayed in the workshop almost the whole day and modified the drawings until very late.
This went on for two days, and at night she heard footsteps in the corridor outside the door again.
The castle was very safe, and Chu Song had never worried about his personal safety, so he never thought of himself as anything other than a servant.
The last day of work finally ended. At around nine o'clock, I packed up all the drawings and sent them to Shuang. The work came to a temporary end and I could rest for a few days.
But Chu Song went to bed late that day. After taking a shower and lying on the bed, she flipped through several social apps to check for messages that she might have missed in the past few days. At twelve o'clock, she was still replying to Xiao Ai's questions about the drawings on her mobile phone, so this time she really heard the footsteps outside the door.
The first time she heard it, she still didn't pay attention to it. Until the second time, she was sure that the footsteps were lingering outside her door.
The moment she realized this, she was startled, pulled the quilt to sit up, and her hair stood up.
She leaned against the headboard, listened carefully again, then took a deep breath and turned on all the lights in the room.
Her voice trembled: "Who is it? Is there anyone outside?"
No one answered. Chu Song's fear intensified again. She raised her voice and asked again, "Is anyone outside?"
"It's me." Someone finally answered.
The moment Chu Song heard Fan Tingnian's voice, he jumped out of bed without thinking, ran over and opened the door. When he opened the door, he saw the man standing outside, breathing rapidly, still in shock.
Her voice was still trembling: "I was scared to death, is it you? It was you yesterday?"
The man was wearing soft dark blue pajamas. His eyes fell on her face, swept across her, and then looked at her chest which was constantly rising and falling with excitement.
It was soft there, but he shouldn't be thinking about that right now.
He retracted his gaze and asked in a lower voice, "Are you scared?"
She almost lost her soul just now. This castle is actually hard not to remind people of ghosts. Without thinking, she even took the initiative to pull Fan Tingnian's pajamas with her left hand: "It's so scary, it scared me to death. I was almost asleep when I heard footsteps."
Fan Tingnian lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand that was grabbing his clothes.
After a moment, he took her hand in his right hand and held it in his palm: "Did you get scared? Then do you want to kiss me?"
Chu Song looked up at him.
The man's eyes swept over her face. His eyes were still beautiful, and his tone was serious and gentle: "To comfort you."
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