Jealousy (10)
The socializing during the autumn outing almost drained all of Song Shu's energy.
Not only did he have to guard against Shui Lan's approach and protect his chastity, he also had to keep an eye on Bo Wen's three spies to prevent them from tipping Bo Wen off about any abnormality on his part.
Song Shu fell asleep exhausted. He had slept in the carriage for a whole day without regaining consciousness. After getting off the carriage, he took a shower and lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, completely forgetting that the servant had told him that Bo Wen had returned.
This led to the situation that when Song Shu opened her eyes in the morning and saw Bo Wen standing beside the bed in a tuxedo, she thought she was still asleep and had a nightmare, so she wanted to keep her eyes closed and try to have a dream without Bo Wen.
Song Shu's sleep quality was not very good at ordinary times, but the autumn outing was too tiring, and no one would wake him up during those days, so he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
The bedroom was dim, and Bo Wen stood quietly. His meticulous tuxedo outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His back was like a straight line, his facial features were deep and his brow bones were sharp. When he didn't say a word, he gave a strong sense of oppression.
At this moment, Bo Wen was like a large central air conditioner, emitting cool air quietly. Song Shu slept more comfortably and wrapped himself tightly in his quilt.
But Bo Wen seemed to be unable to bear to see him being comfortable. The edge of the bed sank, and Song Shu's face was pressed against by a hand.
The cold and dry fingertips pinched the soft flesh of the cheek. Seeing Song Shu frown, the hand not only did not stop, but also kneaded the corners of Song Shu's lips more wantonly.
Bo Wen's fingers were extremely skillful, and he knew exactly where Song Shu's pain points were. He observed Song Shu's eyebrows and eyes, and when Song Shu finally couldn't help but pat his hands, he chuckled with satisfaction, and gently touched Song Shu's wet and soft tongue along the gap between his open lips.
Song Shu was about to curse. He was not a pig. He woke up when Bai Wen sat down, but he didn't want to move because he didn't know what Bai Wen was going to do, so he pretended to be asleep.
The result was that Bowen touched his face like a pervert and played with his tongue while laughing softly!!
The gay man is next to me.
Song Shu was struck by lightning. He wanted to speak, but his strength was no match for Bo Wen, and Bo Wen was pinching his tongue. He could only open his eyes and look at Bo Wen with tears in his eyes, as if he had just woken up.
——Qikexiu, let him go quickly, his saliva is about to flow out!
The young man's usually cold face like ice seemed to melt, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, his lips and tongue were forced open, and the water between his brows begged for mercy pitifully.
It looked like she was completely under his control.
Bo Wen smiled even more happily, as if he had just realized that Song Shu had woken up. At the moment when Song Shu's saliva was flowing from his lips into his palm, he slowly pulled his hand out.
My whole hand was wet.
Bai Wen stared at the crystal fingertips with his eyes drooping. It was still the same young and handsome face, but Song Shu could feel the strong aura of death from Bai Wen.
Song Shu always felt that Bo Wen wanted to ask him for an explanation. But what did he do to deserve an explanation?
Song Shu was a little reluctant: "Bo Wen."
Bo Wen finally stopped staring at the crystal-clear fingers. Although he smiled faintly, the gloom between his brows was still dark, making it difficult to tell what his intentions were.
He spoke slowly, "When you were little, you liked to play the game of guessing whether someone was asleep or not with me."
"Are you still so childish even when you grow up?"
Song Shu: “…”
Childish big chicken drumstick.
Damn it, he shouldn't have been so smart as to pretend to be asleep.
Song Shu had no words to express his grievances. He turned his eyes away in frustration, indicating that he didn't want to communicate with Bo Wen.
Bo Wen did not embarrass him any more. He stood up and said meaningfully, "Tell me everything in the future. Don't hide anything from me, okay?"
Bo Wen stood in the shadow of the bedroom. Song Shu could only see a corner of his clothes. His tone was as slow and gentle as always, but it always made Song Shu feel depressed.
A kind of depression that can kill you at any time.
Song Shu hesitated: "Okay."
Bo Wen smiled again, and this time his smile was not so perverted. He reminded him to get up, wash up, have breakfast, and then left.
Song Shu touched his face angrily. His face was red from being pinched, and it might not go away for a while.
Bo Wen seemed to be very clear about how much force he should use to hurt Song Shu, so he always rubbed Song Shu's face with soft and teasing force.
This kind of kneading was very frivolous. It was not that Song Shu could not bear it, but his tailbone always felt soft and weak, as if it had been electrocuted, and numb.
The more Song Shu thought about it, the more he felt that Bo Wen was a pervert. He muttered to himself, "Could Bo Wen be interested in me?"
According to the setting, Bo Wen is a friend of his parents. Although he used anti-aging magic, he is already in his thirties or forties and can be his father.
No, no, no, he doesn't want a father who is suspected to be gay.
Song Shu shook his head and slapped his face frantically, trying to shake off these confusing gay relationships.
555: [……]
Is Song Shu really straight?
The relationships in my head can already be cooked up on X-rated websites.
…………
From last night's rage to now's calmness, Bo Wen is like all old-fashioned parents who find out their children are in love early. Their first thought is to break up the couple.
Apart from this, there is one thing that is different about Bo Wen - his desire to control Song Shu is terrifyingly strong.
This may be due to his inexplicable resentment towards Song Shu's parents. He controlled Song Shu just like he controlled the failed and broken friendship of the three people in adolescence.
The vicarious emotion makes Bo Wen's behavior towards Song Shu always a little distorted.
Last night he opened the portraits of Alice drawn by Song Shu one by one and placed them on the table in his study.
There are 48 pictures in total, some of which have dates, and some do not. The painter is very casual, and it seems that the date is written according to his mood. When he is in a good mood, the date is also cute, and when he is in a bad mood, he doesn't even want to write the date.
Bo Wen could see that every painting contained the owner's love and appreciation for the person in the painting.
Anger was like an overturned bottle of water, easily soaking Bo Wen and making him a mess.
When did Song Shu start painting? How long had she kept it a secret from him? And who was Alice?
Bo Wen had no way of answering these questions, which made him doubt himself - was this really a child who grew up under his care?
Song Shu was raised by him, and Song Shu was his property, so how could Song Shu have his own secrets?
Although he was extremely angry, his brain was calm instead. Bo Wen turned the study upside down, trying to find other clues.
But Song Shu hid well and he got nothing.
Bowen's jaw tightened, and his handsome face was twisted into something inhuman. His teeth were tightly clenched, and his sinister eyes were fixed on the firelight outside the window.
Song Shu, who had gone out for an autumn outing, came back, and the deserted old house slowly became popular.
Bo Wen's heart twisted and tightened, and his eyes were like a poisonous snake, with fangs bared and venom oozing out the moment he saw Song Shu get off the carriage.
Why don’t you learn anything else? Why do you have to learn from your father and be a loyal person?
Since you like it, you have to bear the price of the other person's death.
It must be very painful to witness the death of a loved one. Even if Song Shu cried at that time, he would be there to accompany him.
He would hug Song Shu and coax him like he did when they were children until he forgot Alice's death.
Thinking of this, Bo Wen finally smiled for the first time this evening.
The children he raised should listen to him.
………
Song Shu's aftereffects from the autumn outing lasted until the third day.
Although he was just lying down reading, Song Shu was also so tired that he didn't want to move a bone. He fell asleep directly on the soft couch in the study with a magic book at his side.
In addition to the physical fatigue these days, I am also mentally exhausted from being harassed by Bo Wen.
Song Shu was threatened by Bo Wen's deadly smile almost every day. And he didn't know what was wrong with Bo Wen. The food that was originally to his taste suddenly became something he didn't like, and he even added coriander, which he hated the most.
Coriander, the enemy of mankind, the hatred of Song Shu.
It’s okay if you don’t like the dish, but why do you put coriander in it?
It was obvious that Song Shu would coldly pick out the coriander in front of Bai Wen every time they ate, but Bai Wen seemed to be blind and still looked at him with that dead smile on his face that asked for a beating.
Song Shu was almost dying of pain from eating coriander every day.
If you don’t eat well, you won’t sleep well either.
It turns out that this world will never be better with Bo Wen around.
Song Shu slept until the evening. When it was time to go to bed, Shui Lan came to the study to find him. When she wanted to help him back to the bedroom, he was still sleeping soundly and naturally rested his head on Shui Lan's shoulder without reacting.
Shui Lian had a typical teenage body shape, and Song Shu almost crushed her. But Song Shu was still asleep, so he naturally didn't realize how outrageous his behavior was to Shui Lian.
The young man was not weak in physique, with healthy pale skin covered with a thin layer of muscle. Shui Lan had not yet fully grown, and Bo Wen had been training them to be fair, young and thin. Naturally, Shui Lan could not bear the weight of an adult.
"Father…"
A kitten-like cry.
Shui Lan was pushed back onto the couch by Song Shu, breathing rapidly. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of Song Shu, which was elegant and sweet.
Ever since he was sent to Song Shu for training, Song Shu had never touched him.
This type of touch refers to large-area contact between the bodies.
Like now, Song Shu's sleeping posture was originally not good, and his clothes were messed up after sleeping for a whole day. The piece of clothes on his chest alone was almost fallen off, but Song Shu didn't realize it at all.
The temperature is always lower in autumn, and Song Shu's sleeping posture is bad, which causes the parts of him that are not covered by the quilt to be exposed for a long time, and he is always cold. It was fine before he touched Shui Lan, but now he almost pressed Shui Lan under him, and his cold parts touched the young and warm body of the boy, and he sighed and pressed against it.
Shui Lian was almost unable to move under Song Shu's pressure, her fair face flushed, and her clothes came apart as she struggled. Their hands and feet were entangled together, and Song Shu seemed to treat him as a large warm baby, and she didn't want to let go once she got close to him.
It was the first time that Shui Lian was hugged like this by someone else. He wanted to push away, but his strength was no different from tickling to Song Shu.
They were so close that Shui Lan could clearly count how many eyelashes Song Shu had.
Their skins were pressed against each other without reservation, and her heartbeat seemed to resonate with Song Shu's. The premonition of losing control became stronger and stronger, and her brain kept sending out danger warnings. Shui Lian's body was so stiff that she was about to spasm.
"Father, wake up, go back to the bedroom..."
This time the volume was much louder than last time, but Song Shu still did not respond.
He didn't dare to push Song Shu, or perhaps he didn't want to push Song Shu. In any case, by the time he reacted, Song Shu was already very close to him in a daze.
Shui Lian gritted her teeth and used all her limbs to support Song Shu's body.
This time it worked a little, and Song Shu was pushed up by him. But before Shui Lian could stand up completely, he fell back onto the couch again due to exhaustion.
The fur of the monster on the bed was warm and thick. Shui Lan was sweating all over and her breathing was unstable. She fell into Song Shu's arms. The winding silver hair and black hair were ambiguous, as if two mating snakes were tightly entangled.
But this fall finally woke Song Shu up.
Song Shu lowered his head and saw Shui Lan's face flushed and she was gasping for breath beneath him. He was so frightened that he instantly came to his senses.
“………”
555: [Some people have impotence but still have lovers, and they still take advantage of others. It's really terrible.]
Song Dou'e was wronged.
There was an eerie silence in the study. Shui Lan stood up silently, her messy silver hair falling beside her flushed cheeks. Her disheveled clothes looked as if she had been molested by a lecher.
You Qi Shuilian covered her clothes tightly and said awkwardly, "Father, it's time to go to bed."
Song Shu: “…”
Now it’s even harder to describe how I feel.
Song Shu was still not used to dealing with these awkward situations. He turned his eyes away and said, "You go out first. I can walk by myself."
Shui Lian nodded while covering her messy clothes. Song Shu, who had been shot in the knee, took another deep breath: “Finish your clothes before you go out.”
So Shui Lian began to tidy herself up silently. The whole time, Song Shu was so cold and indifferent that he looked like a scumbag who played with a beautiful boy and didn't pay for the room.
He is such a scumbag.
Song Shu closed his eyes and pretended to be still asleep to alleviate the guilt he felt towards Alice.
He comforted himself that although his male virtues were gone, at least his virginity was preserved.
555: [Hehe.]
………
Shui Lian tidied her clothes, took a deep breath and wanted to leave quickly, but she almost bumped into Qing Xiao who was standing at the door.
Shui Lan's heart, which had been beating too fast just now, almost stopped, and her brain went blank for a moment.
Qing Xiao lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes hid the unclear emotions in her eyes.
I don't know if she had been standing here from the beginning or just happened to come here to wait for him.
This place is not far from the study, and the door of the study is not completely closed. If Qing Xiao has been standing here for a long time...
Will Qingxiao see it?
Meeting that pair of pure and charming eyes similar to those of Ellis, Shui Lian felt a little frightened, as well as an abnormal, twisted and secret sense of pleasure as if for revenge.
He knew that it was not directed at Qingxiao, but at Ellis, but from the moment he began to compare the two, this eye contact was no longer innocent.
Shui Lian's cheeks were still abnormally red, and his hair was messier than before he went in. He knew that he was not in a normal state, so he subconsciously avoided Qing Xiao's gaze on him.
The dim light outside the study was enough to cover Shui Lan's affectionate eyes.
The atmosphere started to become weird at this moment.
Fortunately, Qing Xiao didn't seem to notice and just asked, "Is father awake?"
"He's awake. He can come back later..." Shui Lian realized how hoarse his voice was just after he opened his mouth. He hurriedly tucked the strands of hair on his cheeks behind his ears in a panic, trying to cover up the obviousness. "Father said he would go back to his bedroom by himself."
Qing Xiao nodded and changed the subject, as if the strange atmosphere just now was just a trivial episode.
But Shui Lian was still a little worried. It was the first time that he was caught by someone so close to Song Shu when he came out of his study. After all, he was not very mature and was not able to control his emotions well when dealing with some things.
Shui Lian spoke with some difficulty: "Did you go near the study just now?"
Qing Xiao's eyes were innocent. "No, what's wrong? Brother."
Shui Lian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly again, "No, I just want to tell you not to come near here casually in the future. Just leave anything to your brother."
In a place where Shui Lan couldn't see, Qing Xiao tightened her fingers, but still followed Shui Lan's smile, leaned close to Shui Lan's arms, and whispered: "I know, brother."
Qing Xiao pursed her lips as Shui Lan embraced her soothingly.
My brother smells like my father.
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