Master 21
He Mian's hands were still so warm that Song Jing blinked several times before she adjusted to the sudden darkness.
When she finally saw the scene in front of her clearly, she finally saw He Mian's face clearly.
Song Jing has been working here for so long and has never encountered a sudden power outage. The company is not in a situation where it has no power supply. Perhaps there is a problem with the circuit somewhere in the office area.
But when she looked towards the window, she found that there seemed to be no light in the entire company area, so it was probably not just a local circuit failure.
He Mian lowered his head and looked at her hand on the back of his. He silently pulled his hand away and placed his hand on Song Jing's hand, then held her with a little force.
Song Jing glanced up at him, then leaned over and looked him in the eye. "Are you feeling unwell?"
He Mian licked his lips and nodded awkwardly, "A little bit, I feel like I can't breathe." He spoke truthfully with heavy breathing.
"Don't be nervous, I'm still here too. Will you feel a little less scared?" Song Jing didn't know how to alleviate the symptoms that were probably related to psychology, but she thought that having one more person in the dark environment would make her feel a little more relaxed.
"Yeah, it feels much better." He Mian couldn't help but move closer to her. Now both of them sat back on the sofa, his arms and thighs pressed tightly against her sides.
"Are you only afraid of dark indoor environments? Aren't you afraid outside at night?" Song Jing suddenly remembered that He Mian also went out at night and looked fine.
"There's light outside at night, so it's fine." He Mian paused, took a breath, and relaxed. "It's just that the dark, enclosed space is a little uncomfortable."
He parted his lips slightly and took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay, stop talking and take it easy." Song Jing picked up her phone and turned on the flashlight. "It's so bright."
Illuminated by the extremely strong light from the phone, Song Jing subconsciously whispered, "There's a light source. Take it easy."
"Would you like some water?" She wanted to pull her hand away from He Mian's hand and pour him a glass of water.
But He Mian used some strength to grab Song Jing's hand and prevent her from breaking free. Under the light of a little light, he shook his head at Song Jing and said, "No, just stay with me, okay?"
His tone was a little urgent, and it sounded inexplicably pleading, as if she was about to let go of his hand and leave him.
"Okay." Song Jing thought that he might be a little scared due to psychological effects, so she continued sitting next to him.
Then Song Jing stretched out her other hand and placed it on his hand, so that her two hands were holding one of He Mian's hands. However, his hand was much bigger than hers, and neither of her hands could completely cover He Mian's hand.
He Mian looked down at her hands, then silently placed his left hand on the back of her hands.
"What are you doing? It feels like you have to put it in my hand." Song Jing nudged him with the back of her hand, but he tightened his grip a little. "Are you a cat? The cat's paw is on top."
He Mian didn't answer her, but leaned his head against hers. Song Jing raised her eyes to look at him but still couldn't see his expression clearly.
There was a sudden silence in the air for a few seconds.
"Jingjing."
"Um?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Song Jing's body stiffened. This was an area she had never explored before.
It's a bit strange to say, they have been secretly dating for quite a while, they have held hands and hugged each other, and they have even studied dozens of hugging positions, but they have never kissed.
Song Jing felt a little embarrassed to bring this up, but He Mian had never mentioned it before, and the two of them were not to the point where they couldn't help but want to kiss.
After a while, she replied somewhat stiffly, "Okay." She turned her head away and looked up at He Mian, then closed her eyes, and her drooping eyelashes seemed to tremble nervously.
The expected touch on her lips did not occur, but a warm feeling came over her face. In reality, he pecked her lightly, and then kissed her a second time, and a third time...
Song Jing opened her eyes feeling a little bewildered. She thought He Mian's request for a kiss was a request for a kiss, but she didn't expect that he just kissed her cheeks a few times.
She could feel the blood flowing faster through her facial veins, and the swelling on her face made her feel uncomfortable. She shone the light from her phone toward the ceiling, but only a tiny ray of light reached the seats where they were sitting. It was so faint that it wasn't enough for them to see each other's faces clearly.
If there was a call in the office right now, she thought her face would be very red, and He Mian's earlobes would definitely look like they were dripping with blood.
Thinking of this, Song Jing raised her hand and pinched He Mian's earlobe.
He glanced at her hand out of the corner of his eye, then placed a light kiss on the palm of her hand. His expression was solemn and pious, as if he was afraid of defiling something.
"Can I kiss you again?" He frowned, and his tone became particularly gentle.
This time, Song Jing just nodded slightly. She tilted her head and waited for him to kiss her on the face again.
Just like before, He Mian kissed her several times in a row. Just when he thought that the kiss he mentioned was complete, she felt that He Mian's head seemed to tilt, and then a warm, wet and soft touch came from the base of her ears and the side of her neck.
She subconsciously let out a "hmm" sound through her nose, and her hands unconsciously climbed onto his shoulders, grabbing them hard with her fingertips.
Song Jing's ears were not that sensitive, but this part of her skin had hardly ever been touched by anyone other than herself, and the strange touch made her feel a little uncomfortable. She unconsciously shrugged her shoulders and stepped back a little.
He Mian's breathing seemed to become more rapid. Seeing Song Jing's reaction, he was stunned and then hesitantly said, "Jingjing, don't you like me doing this? If you don't like me, I won't do it."
Song Jing's discomfort was not because she disliked it, she was simply shocked.
He Mian raised his head and looked at her with shining eyes. In Song Jing's eyes, his appearance was inexplicably pitiful.
Song Jing gripped his shirt a little tighter. Hearing his tone, she quickly shook her head, "No, I don't mean to dislike you."
She relaxed a little and closed the distance between herself and He Mian.
She tilted her head as if to face He Mian, and asked softly, "Do you still want to kiss me?"
"I do." He Mian replied as softly as she did. Song Jing's neck and ears were exposed in front of him. He lowered his head and deepened his movements.
It was more like licking than kissing. He put his arms around Song Jing's waist. She was dressed casually today, and the loose T-shirt covered her figure, but his arm was now pressed against the back of her waist through the fabric.
It feels like being licked by a kitten, but there are barbs on the kitten's tongue, so being licked by a kitten is a bit painful.
Song Jing felt a little itchy because of He Mian. She felt like her whole body was full of ticklish spots and she couldn't help laughing.
Song Jing couldn't stop laughing as she spoke, her palm resting on He Mian's shoulder, "It's so itchy."
Hearing her say this, He Mian stopped what he was doing, then buried himself in her arms as if he had let go of some strength, and seemed to be rubbing against her neck.
Song Jing leaned against the armrest of the sofa, stunned for a moment, then followed his posture and touched his back. Her fingertips brushed across the butterfly bones, and she poked the skin on his back intentionally or unintentionally.
"Jingjing, touch me again, okay?" He Mian said bluntly.
He knew that Song Jing would not refuse him. This was just a small request to her. As long as he asked, Song Jing would agree.
He put his face against Song Jing's neck. Although he was in Song Jing's arms, it was actually Song Jing who was being embraced.
He Mian enveloped her completely with his warmth, and then rubbed his face against her skin.
"Are you still jealous?" Song Jing asked him, placing her palm on the other side of his face. He Mian's face didn't have much flesh on it, and it didn't feel soft to the touch. She could only feel his jaw resting in her palm.
"Then I will touch the kitten secretly without letting you know. That way you won't feel sad." Song Jing rolled her eyes. This was the best solution she could think of.
Although she didn't know when He Mian would appear in their office, she also didn't know that He Mian actually came to see her on purpose every time.
He Mian's clear breathing sound reached her ears. He held Song Jing's hand and said dully with his head lowered, "Patrick my head."
Song Jing's hand, which was stroking the side of his face, moved upwards along the curve of his face and touched the side of his head.
She glanced down and found that he seemed to be smiling. Was he so happy?
But she actually felt a little happy, or excited, because she liked doing this kind of action with He Mian.
Sometimes she would lie in He Mian's arms, pressing her lips against his chest to calculate his heart rate.
Song Jing thought, is this what love is?
When he said he would touch her, Song Jing really only touched her twice and then stopped.
Seeing her stop what she was doing, He Mian stood up slightly and looked back out the office window. The company had not called yet.
Fortunately, most people had already left work at this time, and I don’t know if there was any unlucky colleague who was using an instrument in the laboratory when the power suddenly went out.
"Will you feel tired holding you like this?" He Mian asked her.
He didn't want to let go, but he was afraid that Song Jing would be unhappy if he was held in his arms for too long.
How nice it would be if Song Jing could hold him all the time. He wanted to stay by Song Jing's side forever, to absorb her scent, and to have her touch him.
Song Jing shook her head and said, "It feels okay." Fortunately, the weather has been cooler recently and the air conditioning in the office has not completely dissipated. Song Jing didn't feel very hot hugging each other like this.
He Mian felt happy again after hearing her response. He couldn't help but move closer to her and gave Song Jing a light kiss on the neck.
Song Jing raised her hand and pinched He Mian's chin to lift his head up. She ran her index finger under his chin to bring He Mian's face in front of her. Her eyes swept downwards. Song Jing was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered her head and pecked his lips.
But she seemed to peck a little too hard, and her teeth hit her upper lip, which caused a slight pain and numbness.
Song Jing tilted her head in confusion. Could it be that her sense of space was too poor, so she would always be crooked when kissing?
He Mian unconsciously used some strength in his arms around her from behind. The dim light shone on his face, but it made his eyes clearly visible.
"Jing, Jingjing."
"Hmm?" Song Jing couldn't quite guess He Mian's mood, but he seemed to be suppressing his joy.
Song Jing found He Mian's look somewhat amusing. She smiled and lowered her head to give him a kiss.
But both times it was just a brief visit.
Her eyes quickly caught the movement of his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he swallowed. She felt hot all over, even the palms of her hands seemed to be hot. She poked He Mian's Adam's apple with her fingertips out of some curiosity.
Song Jing doesn't usually wear makeup. At most, she applies some moisturizing and sun-protective skin care products and moisturizing lip balm.
Just now, when she finished eating the cake, she wiped her mouth and reapplied lip balm. Now her lips seemed to be shining under the bright light.
He Mian watched her eyes blinking, and then her fingertips touched his Adam's apple. He Mian couldn't help but let out a light gasp.
He freed one hand to hold Song Jing's wrist and lowered his head to deepen the connection between them.
The soft touch came, and the mint lipstick was a little bitter. The office with only two people in it was so quiet that the only sounds were their breathing and the sound of sucking between their lips and teeth.
He Mian had heard that a bad first kiss could leave a bad psychological mark on the other person, so he hadn't taken that step. He was afraid that if he didn't do it well enough, it would make Song Jing feel uncomfortable or even disgusted.
So even though he stared at her rosy lips and wanted to kiss her countless times, he held back.
Apart from being happy to accept his hugs and petting, Song Jing didn't seem to be interested in other intimate behaviors, so he didn't dare to take it any further.
He had been thinking about how to kiss her for the first time. He Mian wanted to leave Song Jing with the best memory.
But he didn't expect it to be like this, and he didn't expect it to be Song Jing who kissed him first. He Mian was very flattered, although he guessed that Song Jing was just emotionally and physically aroused, and her body instinctively moved closer to him, even actively kissing him.
Because He Mian was afraid that the rubber band would be too tight, he did not tie her hair tightly, and now her hair is a little loose.
He held Song Jing's face in his hands, his slender fingers running through her hair, his fingertips feeling her body temperature. Her breath almost drowned He Mian.
His master fell in love with him again, in a different way, even though she had no idea that He Mian was her little rabbit.
He Mian didn't want to end his intimacy with her, but Song Jing seemed to be almost out of breath. The smartwatch on her left wrist kept vibrating, indicating that her heart rate was too fast.
He thought his heart rate had already exceeded the speed limit, and He Mian ended the kiss reluctantly.
Song Jing exhaled and then began to grab fresh air. "You are a fish, right? You don't need to breathe?" she asked with a smile.
He Mian hummed, "Maybe. It can be a small fish, a cat, or a dog."
He lowered his head and touched Song Jing's nose with his nose.
When a kitten rubs its nose against its owner, it is acting coquettishly, expressing possessiveness and asserting sovereignty.
He Mian had a pleasant scent on his body, which Song Jing liked very much. She raised her head and rubbed her nose against his. Just when Song Jing wanted to kiss the side of his face again, the phone in the office rang.
The office was suddenly filled with light and was bright.
The sudden bright light made Song Jing close her eyes instantly. He Mian covered her eyes with his hands to let her slowly adapt.
After adjusting to the returning light, Song Jing raised her hand and removed He Mian's hand. Then she quickly grabbed his collar, pulled him closer, kissed his cheek, and then pushed him to stand up.
"The phone rang. How long have we been here? It's getting late, let's go home." She wanted to check the time on her watch, but what caught her eye was a flashing red heart - the sign indicating an abnormal heart rate. She subconsciously touched her chest to feel her pounding heart.
"Okay, I'll clean up here first."
He Mian finally released the embrace between the two of them with some reluctance, distanced himself from them, turned around, tidied up the things on the coffee table, and packed up everything he wanted to take home.
Song Jing also picked up the phone on the table and turned it off. She lowered her head to check the items in her bag, then suddenly looked up at He Mian with some seriousness, "Can I ask you a question?"
He Mian stopped what he was doing and turned around to face Song Jing. "What's wrong?"
"That's right..." Song Jing clasped her hands together uncomfortably. She hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask, "The fear of darkness you mentioned before, was it something you had in your childhood or acquired?"
He Mian thought seriously for a few seconds and said, "It's the day after tomorrow."
"Ah, then, is it convenient for me to know?" Song Jing just thought that if she knew some of He Mian's past, even if it was unpleasant, she would be able to make him feel more at ease in the future. "If it's not convenient for you to tell me, you don't have to tell me."
Noticing He Mian's embarrassed expression, Song Jing quickly waved her hand, "It's okay if you don't tell me."
"Jingjing, I will tell you, but I need to find a suitable time. I can't tell you everything now, I'm sorry." He Mian lowered his eyebrows. It was not that he found it difficult to speak, but this was related to Xiaomian's origins. He couldn't really explain it to Song Jing now, and he didn't want to make up lies to deceive her on such an issue.
He Mian held her hand and squeezed her palm. "But don't worry, it's not a big deal. You were probably just frightened in a closed and dark space."
As he said this, he took the opportunity to act coquettishly towards Song Jing and put his head on her shoulder.
Song Jing nodded silently and was held in his arms for a while. She happened to be standing facing He Mian's desk.
Looking at the desk with many strange ornaments, Song Jing pushed He Mian's shoulder and said, "Hiss, I suddenly remembered something."
"What's the matter?" He was still reluctant to leave her.
"Didn't you ask me to help you get a USB drive once before? I saw a collar in your drawer."
"Collar?" He Mian forgot for a moment that he would put these things in the drawer.
"Yes, it looks like a kitten collar. Is that the one you gave to that Maine Coon cat?" Song Jing pointed in the direction of the drawer. "It's in that drawer. Can I take it out?"
He Mian nodded obediently and finally let go of her hand. Then he smiled sincerely and said, "Okay, all my things are yours. You can use them as you like without asking me."
"You're such a smooth talker." Song Jing said to him jokingly.
Then she ran to the desk and took out the small collar from the drawer. There was a small bell hanging on the collar, but the bell could not ring. It was just a simple decoration.
Song Jing hooked her index finger on the collar and held it in front of He Mian. "Here, this is it. It looks very small. It should be for cats."
He Mian sometimes can't help but buy cat supplies, like a climbing frame and various small toys for his cat, even if he doesn't need them right now. Song Jing once gave him a collar, and he stumbled upon a similar one and bought it.
"Yes, it's for the cat." He Mian said honestly.
Song Jing suddenly gestured to He Mian while holding the collar, "It feels very cute."
"Jingjing, do you want to see me wearing it?" He Mian looked at her and had already guessed what she was thinking.
"Is it okay? But you can't wear this, it's too small. I like bells that make sounds, the kind that make crisp sounds when shaken. The kind that looks a bit like a clavicle chain." Many images suddenly came to her mind.
Maybe because they had just done something too intimate, even Song Jing was a little bolder tonight, so bold that she was not shy when discussing such a topic.
As a couple, you must gradually become familiar with each other's sexual preferences.
He Mian's first impression on her wasn't very good, and his appearance and personality were quite different. As a result, he looked very different in Song Jing's eyes, so different that she found He Mian very cute.
He Mian took the kitten collar from her hand and said, "Sure, as long as you like it."
Song Jing hadn't been shy at first, but seeing his serious expression, she felt a little uncomfortable and interrupted the topic, "Let's go home, it's really getting late."
"Yeah." He Mian took her bag and after turning off the power in the office, they went to the parking lot together and headed home.
Song Jing always thought that He Mian was just joking with her, but He Mian took this matter seriously in his heart. After all, an obedient kitten cannot disobey the orders of its owner, so he can do whatever Song Jing wants to see him do.
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