Master 19
The air grew sticky. He Mian was stunned for a moment, then couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He frowned and pressed the corners of his mouth. "Really?"
"Isn't it too fast?" Song Jing was not an impatient person, but she didn't want to drag things out. The two of them met and ate together every day. Even if there was no spark, it would eventually fly. Coupled with the influence of her recent menstrual hormones, she felt like her brain was infected with a virus, constantly telling her that she could agree to give He Mian a try. It wouldn't be a loss anyway.
"Not fast, not fast." He Mian murmured softly, reaching over and hugging her, "I have liked you for a long, long time."
Song Jing raised her eyebrows. They hadn't known each other for very long. Even if He Mian fell in love at first sight, it wouldn't have lasted more than a quarter. Why did he sound like she was a scumbag who had let him down for years?
But she didn't know that He Mian had really liked her for a long, long time.
He Mian froze for a moment before quickly releasing his hand. "Can I hug you?"
"You just hugged me, why are you asking now?" Song Jing was a little adorable because of his expression. She shook her arms, "Huh?"
He Mian hugged her again carefully. In fact, he had no confidence in this relationship. He did not take advantage of the previous relationship between Song Jing and Xiao Mian to get close to Song Jing and win her feelings.
But maybe she really just wanted to give it a try. If Song Jing later realized that she didn't like him at all and only agreed to be with him on impulse, she might dump him.
But it doesn't matter, even if it is like this, He Mian will try his best to make her like him more. And Xiao Mian's identity may be his last trump card.
Song Jing leaned on his shoulder, feeling a little dizzy. She didn't know how to describe this feeling. Her body leaned on He Mian's shoulder uncontrollably. His shoulder was very solid and his body was a little warm.
His muscles seemed to be more developed than she had imagined. Except when he was wearing pajamas, where it was easier to see the outline of his body, he usually wore thick clothes that covered his flesh completely.
Of course, Song Jing was not a sex-hungry ghost who would pay special attention to He Mian's figure, so when her body touched his through several layers of thin cloth, she realized that his figure was indeed very good.
But because He Mian's hand was still injured, Song Jing didn't dare to move. She just stood there stiffly, allowing him to hold her.
He Mian soon noticed that her movements were a little stiff. He thought she was resisting his embrace, so he quickly loosened his arms.
He arched his brows and spoke in a tone that sounded aggrieved. "Am I uncomfortable holding you, or do you just not like hugs? Then I'll take my time."
"It's so comfortable to hug you." Song Jing spoke faster than her brain could think. But when she said it, she felt that the words were a little strange. She covered her mouth and said, "Well, oh, I was just afraid that I would move around and touch your hand."
"I'm glad you don't hate me." He Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and his earlobes unconsciously flushed.
When they were leaving Song Jing's house, He Mian stopped at her door and asked, "Can I hug you again?"
Song Jing bit her lip and nodded, but this time she put her arms around his waist before He Mian. His waist was so thin... Song Jing's mind was full of this at that time.
"See you tomorrow." He Mian leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Warm breath blew out. Song Jing didn't know whether it was He Mian's lips that brushed her ear or He Mian's face that brushed her ear. She just felt something soft passing by the edge of her earlobe. Song Jing couldn't help but shiver, and was made a little dizzy by He Mian again.
"Well, good night."
Song Jing leaned against the door, raised her head, and took a few deep breaths. She felt a little hot-headed. It seemed that she had agreed to He Mian's request for a relationship on a whim. But at the moment, it didn't seem like a bad choice.
Song Jing touched her hot face and tried to cool herself down. It was all because He Mian looked so tempting. Well, that must be the case.
She patted her face again, brushed her teeth, washed her face with cold water, ran to the bed, rolled around twice to calm down before falling asleep.
He Mian's reaction was even more intense than hers. He didn't get much deep sleep the entire night. Although cats sleep more than ten hours a day, his body is that of a sleep-deprived person, so a few hours less sleep wouldn't have much of an impact on him.
He scanned the photo he and Song Jing had taken at the dog cafe and used it as his screen saver. He framed the photo and placed it next to his bed.
This is the only photo he has with Song Jing.
He thought that in the near future he would have countless photos with her.
Song Jing went to the company with He Mian today, but she hesitated before getting out of the car in the parking lot. After thinking for a long time, she said to He Mian seriously, "I think after we enter the company, we will still be the same as before."
"What's the same as before?" He Mian wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of her mouth with a tissue. On the way to the company, Song Jing was so hungry that she ate some baked cookies he made to fill her stomach.
"Just, just pretending not to know each other like before. You can't cuddle in the company."
He Mian was stunned for a moment, even wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand stopped for a moment. Then he smiled bitterly and said, "So, are we having an underground relationship?"
Song Jing touched his chin and nodded.
"Okay, I know I may not be able to show it to you. You don't want others to know about our relationship." He Mian put away the tissue.
"I will pay attention at the company and won't make you unhappy." He continued to chat in a teasing manner.
"I, I didn't mean that. We just got together, so we need some time to adjust. Let's wait until things are stable and our relationship is established before we talk about it." Song Jing looked at the person who was half a head taller than her and seemed to be deliberately acting coquettishly with her. She couldn't stand it, but she just fell for it.
"Okay, I'll be obedient." He Mian took her hand and hooked her little finger.
Song Jing pulled her hand out of his, drew a circle in his palm with the tip of her index finger and scratched it.
He Mian really likes her strange little actions, such as pinching his palms and poking his muscles. Such a small action can coax him into submission.
"Okay, work hard and make money! See you tonight." Song Jing closed the car door and said goodbye mercilessly.
He Mian stood behind her and sighed slowly. His life was being controlled by Song Jing.
After get off work, apart from He Mian looking more clingy, there doesn't seem to be much change in the lives of the two.
The only change was that they both took a bath earlier. It was hot in the summer and Song Jing didn't like being held. After taking a bath and staying in the air-conditioned room, she didn't mind He Mian holding her.
He Mian seemed to really like being close to her. They had just gotten together and were at the stage where they would blush just holding hands, but they never got tired of hugging each other.
For example, He Mian, who was now sitting on the sofa in her house wearing silk pajamas, asked her emphatically in an extremely gentle voice, "Can I hug you?" He Mian blinked at her with an exceptionally innocent look.
Song Jing knew that he was just trying to be cute with her. How could he, who looked so serious, be so good at acting like a spoiled child? She had no way of refusing and could only nod slightly.
After getting her permission, He Mian immediately moved closer to her and put his arms around Song Jing. Song Jing was not short and had a healthy and well-proportioned figure, but compared to He Mian, there was still a size difference between the two. He knew what position would be the most comfortable for her.
He Mian quickly adjusted his position so that Song Jing could lie more comfortably on him.
Song Jing didn't know why He Mian liked hugs so much. When she huddled in his arms, she could always feel the movement of his muscles. Although she had seen muscular men before, she had never touched one before. She leaned against him and her hand happened to fall on his chest. Song Jing quietly poked He Mian's chest with her fingertips.
How could He Mian, a person with such keen senses, not know that it was Song Jing's little action? He was very happy to see Song Jing do this, because it at least showed that she still liked him a little bit.
As long as she doesn't resist close contact between two people, it means that she at least doesn't hate it.
"I like it very much." Mao Mao's emotions are very direct. He Mian didn't dare to hug her too hard but also didn't want to hug her too lightly. He just held her neither too hard nor too lightly, with his face against the top of her head, and whispered.
"What do you like?" Song Jing, who was not in the situation, asked casually.
"I like you so much." He Mian said bluntly, and leaned close to her to smell the fragrance on her body, which was the scent of his master.
"You...why do I feel like you are so comfortable in the love field? You have said this to so many people." Song Jing snorted.
"No, I only told you." He Mian suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have told Song Jing about his past relationship history. Song Jing looked indifferent on the surface, but he knew that she was also very possessive inside. He felt a little wronged and quickly proved his innocence to her, "I'm clean."
Of course he had to keep his chastity for Song Jing.
He Mian choked up, realizing that there seemed to be nothing he could do to prove his innocence. They didn't have many friends in common, but they did have a common boss. "I can even show you my phone."
"Okay, I'm just saying it casually." Song Jing originally came with the intention of casually chatting up a love affair.
Although it may sound a bit heartless, in fact she has no plans for their future.
It is still uncertain whether He Mian will be her final partner.
He Mian still looked a little hurt, and his hand around her waist subconsciously used a little force. Song Jing took the initiative to move closer and smell his scent. "You smell so good, what kind of shower gel do you use, or are you secretly wearing perfume?"
"Do you like this smell?" He Mian immediately put away his aggrieved expression and asked her happily. Keeping the scent she likes on his body is also a major rule to attract her.
"It smells good, I like it." She leaned against his neck and sniffed again. He Mian's body temperature was indeed higher than hers. Even leaning against him, Song Jing could feel his warm body temperature. Even his neck seemed like a heat source emitting heat.
Song Jing raised her head slightly and saw that He Mian's earlobe was red.
She suddenly had some bad intentions and raised her hand to pinch his ear. Her fingertips, which were a little cold from the air conditioning, stroked his earlobe. She didn't want to touch such a sensitive part, and He Mian took a breath uncontrollably.
"Your ears are so red." Song Jing said bluntly, and moved closer to smell his scent.
"Hmm." He replied solemnly, and then responded to her previous question, "It should be the smell of shower gel. If you like it, I will always use this scent."
Song Jing raised her head and looked at He Mian who was speaking seriously. He was obviously two years older than her and had a calmer temperament, but Song Jing didn't know why she felt that He Mian looked very cute now. She slowly raised her hand and touched his head. His hair touched her hand, and the feeling was somewhat strange. She moved her hand down and touched He Mian's face.
Then I couldn't help but scratch his chin like I usually do when petting a cat.
If He Mian was a little rabbit now, he would have been purring with comfort, but his human body couldn't allow him to have such a reaction. In order to show that he really liked Song Jing touching him like this, He Mian took the initiative to turn his head and put his face in Song Jing's palm.
Song Jing didn't expect that He Mian enjoyed such a touch so much. It was as if she had developed some uncultivated wasteland deep in her heart.
Her thumb gently stroked He Mian's jawline a few times. His skin was very good, even the skin on his face was very smooth.
Her heart seemed to be pounding. The rapid heartbeat caused her to lack blood supply and her head felt a little dizzy. It felt like there were butterflies flying in her heart and stomach, making her heart feel a little sore and itchy.
Is this the so-called heart-throb feeling?
Song Jing didn't seem to understand, but she knew that she was very happy to be with He Mian now.
She looked at his face with a smile, "You look like a kitten, oh, no, it should be a big cat."
Song Jing waved her hand and made a big gesture. He Mian must be a big cat for a man as big as him.
He Mian was stunned, then realized she was just speaking metaphorically. He tilted his head and placed a light kiss on the palm of her hand, so light that Song Jing didn't even feel his lips brushing against her palm. "As long as you like, I can be anything."
But he was indeed a cat, her little rabbit, and her He Mian. But He Mian didn't know when she would know his secret.
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