Chapter 33 09.07/It was Ergen who drank grape juice on her...
Then the loudspeaker on the wall was cut off, probably because he was about to arrive.
Chu Song stood up and took a few steps towards the door, wanting to go over and open it for him. Just as she reached the door, it opened and she bumped into his arms.
He was wearing a thin nightgown with his belt untied. Her forehead was pressed against his chest, and he held her in his arms with one arm.
His arms and chest were still covered with water droplets from his swim, which now stained her body. It had the refreshing smell of the swimming pool, but it made her feel inexplicably hot.
She pushed his waist, trying to get out of his arms, but the man turned her around, put his arm around her waist from behind, and lifted her up.
Chu Song was startled and patted his arm lightly: "Put me down."
Fan Tingnian's other hand caressed the spot on her arm where it had just touched him, showing her his wet fingertips. He said in the same calm tone, "It's wet, aren't you going to wash it?"
When Chu Song was placed in the rest room bathroom, his body felt slightly hot.
Although the bathroom in the rest room is also large, it is not as big as the one in Fan Tingnian's bedroom and is relatively smaller.
The bathtub is placed on the protruding terrace, and the floor-to-ceiling window is a one-way mirror. Sitting in the bathtub, you can see the surging waves and the white sand beach outside through the close floor-to-ceiling window.
The man behind her had already taken off his bathrobe.
He held her shoulders, bent down and kissed away the water droplets on the back of her neck, and asked in a low voice: "Where do we start taking it off?"
Chu Song was startled and stood forward, but he put his left hand on her waist and hugged her back. He lowered his eyes to glance at her clothes, as if studying the laces of her halter neck.
The temperature in the castle is always maintained at a very comfortable 22 degrees. If you don't go out, you can wear a skirt here even if the weather outside gets colder.
Fan Tingnian hooked his fingers around the tie around her neck and pulled it open. Her skirt suddenly fell down, and Chu Song was caught off guard and covered it with her hands.
The bathroom is bright, with south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows letting in plenty of light. It's morning and the sun is shining brightly.
The man approached from behind, his chest and abdominal muscles completely pressed against her back. Chu Song even felt a little pain from his hard muscles. Her hands covering her clothes were pushed away, and her skirt fell down.
Chu Song's inner garment was the same color as her black skirt. She was pulled by the shoulders and turned around to face him.
He put his right hand around her back, leaned over, and asked in a low voice: "Shall I help you take it off?"
He was clearly already doing it, but he still asked her, first on top, then on the bottom, and then a minute later, he carried her into the bathtub filled with water.
A layer of essential oil foam floated on the top of the bathtub, making it seem less embarrassing, but Chu Song still pressed her face against his shoulder and didn't lift it up.
"Why in broad daylight..." She struggled to find her voice, and her voice seemed soaked with water.
Fan Tingnian lifted her chin, bent down and kissed her: "Because you always ask to turn off the lights at night, I want to see you clearly."
He lifted her up a little, letting her shoulders emerge from the water, then turned over, covering her with ripples on the water. He forcibly lifted her chin with his right hand and kissed her from the front of her neck.
Her back was pressed against the wall of the bathtub, and she shivered as he kissed her lightly. He pressed in front of her, his tall, strong body completely covering her.
Chu Song could only hold onto his arms with both hands and sob softly. He kissed her below the collarbone, and she felt like crying when his lips rubbed against her.
He raised his hand and touched the corner of her eye, as if to signal her to cry, then his big and slender hand held half of her face and let her bite his fingertips. Her crying sound turned back into a low whimper, which was even more pleasant to the ear.
He was very pleased with the sound of her voice. He loved hearing her cry, especially at this time.
His lips moved back, biting her earlobe, and then he grabbed her waist and made her turn over and lie on the edge of the bathtub.
"Would you like some grape juice?" he asked her, looking down.
His voice was deeper and sexier than at night. Chu Song looked back at him and saw that he had taken out the grape juice she often drank from the refrigerator embedded in the wall next to him.
He held her chin, fed her a mouthful, and poured the rest down the back of her neck. The purple grape juice hung on her fair skin.
He lowered his head and kissed her back along the path of her juice.
The grape juice was very cold. Chu Song shuddered at the kiss and grabbed his wrist, sobbing softly, "Fan Tingnian..."
Afraid that her body would be pressed against the inner wall of the bathtub and cause pain, he placed one arm between her collarbone and the bathtub, cushioned it, hugged her, and pressed her into the bathtub.
When using your fingers from behind, the phalanges seem to be in a more accurate position than when you are facing them.
Chu Song raised her head and inhaled, pinching his arm. The man behind her leaned over, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her neck soothingly. Then he lifted her chin with his right hand, asking her not to bite his lips, but to insert his fingertips, pressing the tip of her tongue and making her bite his fingers.
Waves surged, and Chu Song shook her head, trying to stop him, but he had already stopped in advance, slightly moving away from her, and his right arm was placed between her and the inner wall of the bathtub again. Then Chu Song heard the sound of a condom being torn off.
A few seconds later, she was pressed hard against the wall of the bathtub.
With his arm cushioning it, it didn't hurt at all, but she felt an unprecedented pressure behind her.
He lifted her up again, exposing her upper body to the water. He helped her brush her hair aside and whispered in her ear, "The water in the bathtub is very clean. It's running water. It's been cleaned and specially disinfected. It won't do any harm to your body."
Chu Song could feel that the water in the bathtub had been automatically changed twice in the past period of time. The essential oil foam on the water surface had long disappeared, and even the grape juice that had dripped into the water was no longer there.
But Chu Song no longer had the strength to answer him.
He stroked/touched her waist, reminding her that her waist was too hunched and it was not a comfortable position.
After a moment, he bit her ear and asked her how she felt as if he was giving an academic report.
If Chu Song's answer was not what he wanted to hear, he would twist her chin, kiss her deeply, and ask her to answer again in a seductive tone.
The "torture" finally ended when two empty packaging bags fell into the storage basket next to the bathtub.
Chu Song raised his eyelids and saw that the sun had risen again outside the window, and it was obviously noontime.
"You call this torture?" The man pinched her chin and turned her face away.
There were still traces of tears on her cheeks. Fan Tingnian bent down and kissed her, then corrected her: "Your wording is very inaccurate."
Chu Song didn't have the strength to push him away, so she let him kiss her from forehead to cheek.
She explained to him in a hoarse voice: "...This is just an exaggerated metaphor."
"I don't like it." This is a derogatory word, meaning that she didn't like the activity just now, but he liked it very much.
He liked it so much that he even wanted to do it again with her.
But she refused firmly.
"I really can't!" Chu Song raised her voice, a rare moment. Thinking of how he had just drunk grape juice on her, her whole body began to heat up again. "I'm going to die here!"
The man hugged her, his eyes full of affection. He carefully assessed her expression and answered her in a very academic tone: "Women are different from men. Women can have multiple orgasms in a short period of time without causing any harm to their body or mind."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the storage basket beside him, his expression indifferent: "And it's only twice today. Your legs usually start shaking after the third time, and the fifth time is your limit."
Chu Song's cheeks flushed crimson as she glared at him. After a long pause, she managed to utter, "From now on, this activity can only happen three times at most, not five times!"
The man who was pinching her chin raised his eyebrows: "Okay."
He thought she said it could only happen twice at most. Well, it was one more time than he expected.
She had lunch in Fan Tingnian's studio. She didn't come out of the lounge the whole afternoon.
She did nothing in the afternoon and slept in Fan Tingnian's rest room. The bed in the rest room was as soft as the one in his bedroom, and the quilt was also very easy to cover, very light and comfortable.
When she wanted to leave, she even asked Fan Tingnian if she could take one with her.
She slept until five in the afternoon, when the man came to wake her up.
She was so tired that she rubbed her cheek against the pillow and woke up from her sleep. She turned to look at the man sitting beside the bed holding her mobile phone.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was tinged with drowsiness, as if she was half awake.
Fan Tingnian sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to pull up the quilt that had slipped off her body, and said indifferently, "That damn competition group of yours sent you a message again."
Ever since she and Duan Linsheng chatted a little more because of the competition, he has been calling this group the "damn competition group."
Chu Song rubbed her hair and finally regained consciousness. She pulled the quilt and sat up from the bed. She actually didn't quite understand why Fan Tingnian was so hostile to Duan Linsheng.
Duan Linsheng was just her classmate, and apart from the competition, she had almost never talked to him about anything else.
After she asked hesitantly, the man in front of her supported himself on the bed with one hand and leaned back slightly.
He looked at her carefully, as if considering whether to answer her.
After a moment, he glanced at her phone and said lightly: "Your friend said that you like him and he likes you too."
Chu Song thought for a few seconds before she remembered what Wen Yao had said on the phone a long time ago. She quickly explained, "I don't like him."
Fan Tingnian stared at her for a while, as if to confirm whether what she said was true.
After a long pause, he nodded: "Yeah."
"Have you ever liked him before?"
"I didn't like him before..." After waking up, it was a little hot to cover myself with the quilt again. Chu Song lifted it a little and muttered, "It's just that when we were in school, I thought he had good grades and good character, and I admired him very much."
"Then do you like me?" the man who was looking at her asked again.
Chu Song had just woken up and her reaction was still a little slow. To be honest, she and Fan Tingnian did not have a "normal and healthy" relationship. It was the first time she was asked such a question directly, and she was subconsciously stunned for a moment.
In these two seconds of confusion, the man stepped forward, grabbed her neck, and pressed her down on the bed.
The hand he held around her neck was only loose, but his thumb repeatedly rubbed the front of her neck, the oppression still very strong, and he leaned over to look at her.
His tone was low and dangerous: "Why are you hesitating?"
"You just slept with me this morning." He said in a deep voice.
Chu Song was suddenly confused by his extremely aggressive questioning. Of course, she didn't dislike him, but she would have to leave eventually. Moreover, with his family and his status, their relationship would definitely not last long, so she didn't react and say anything at first.
She grabbed his wrist, trying to make him let go of her, her voice soft: "I didn't... let me go first, why did you suddenly press me down?"
"You haven't answered me yet." He half-knelt on the bed and pressed her under him.
He studied her expression carefully, not missing any subtle changes. "Your eyes are darting around. Are you thinking? What are you thinking about?"
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