Master 22
After getting off work on time on Friday, Song Jing and He Mian went to the nearby shopping mall and supermarket to buy some daily necessities and food. Summer was almost over, and the temperature had dropped significantly.
Feeling exhausted from a week of non-stop work, Song Jing and He Mian had dinner at a restaurant. It was still early when they got home, at least earlier than they usually would have been if they'd cooked and finished their meals at home.
Although they didn't spend much time in the supermarket, Song Jing felt her heels were a little sore when she got home, so she took a shower early and wanted to go to bed as soon as possible.
He Mian helped her organize the refrigerator. Song Jing gathered her clothes and slipped on her slippers, preparing to go to the bathroom. Before she even entered, she turned back, hugged a bunch of bathing items, and leaned against the wall. She said to He Mian, who was standing in front of the refrigerator door, "When you're done, go home and wash up too. I want to go to bed early tonight."
He Mian raised his head and said, "Okay."
He put down the honey jar in his hand, walked quickly to her and bent his waist slightly, "Give her a kiss."
Song Jing hugged the towel and clothes tightly in her arms, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower."
When Song Jing finished her shower and walked out of the still steamy bathroom, He Mian was no longer at her house.
[Jingjing, are you free now? I want you to do me a favor.]
When Song Jing came out of the bathroom while drying her hair, she saw the message from He Mian. She used a hair dryer to dry her hair, which was still dripping with water. When the ends of her hair stopped dripping, she threw down the hair dryer and walked out the door.
He Mian's home password had never been changed, even though Song Jing had previously told him about it. But now he seemed to really think that his home was Song Jing's home, and he seemed to have no concept of privacy for Song Jing.
Song Jing first knocked on the door, put her ear to the door but didn't hear any sound from inside, then she opened He Mian's door by heart, but He Mian did not appear in her sight at the first time.
"He Mian, where are you? I'm here." Song Jing turned around and closed the door quietly, and the phone in her hand vibrated again.
She lowered her head and looked at the message that popped up in the message bar. [Jingjing, I'm in my room. Please come in.]
Song Jing walked to He Mian's room without thinking much. The door was closed but not locked. Song Jing turned the handle and pushed the door open, but there was no light on in the room.
"Hmm? Am I in the right place?" This was He Mian's room. She sniffed and smelled a familiar fragrance. The incense he used in his bedroom was different from the one in the living room. Song Jing was so sensitive to smells that she couldn't be wrong.
Song Jing subconsciously turned around to turn on the light in the room, but she bumped into a wall of flesh. He Mian slipped his arms under her waist and squeezed her belly.
He Mian could smell her rich fragrance, and her long hair made his face wet. "Well, you washed your hair tonight, but haven't dried it yet?"
"I thought you had something urgent to do, and you came here before you even finished blowing your hair." Song Jing said somewhat resentfully.
"You don't just want to hug me, do you? Why don't you turn on the light? Aren't you afraid?" She said as she put her hand on the back of He Mian's hand.
He Mian quickly shook his head, "No, I have something I want to show you."
As he shook his head, Song Jing quickly caught the sound of the bell shaking. Song Jing was stunned for a moment and then turned to look at He Mian.
"I'll turn on the light and dry your hair first." He Mian turned on the lowest light in the room.
When Song Jing saw the scene clearly, she was stunned. She didn't expect He Mian to really wear a collar to show her. The small gun-colored bell hanging in the middle of the collar fell between his collarbones and made a faint sound.
He Mian even combed his hair specially, but he was still wearing the white shirt he usually wore at work, and even wore cuffs, which made the muscles under his arms slightly visible.
He Mian cleared his throat uncomfortably, his tone a little nervous, "Don't you like it? You said before that you wanted to see it."
She reached out and touched the collar around his neck. It was a black leather collar with no other obvious decorations except for a bell.
But such a simple bell collar looks inexplicably tempting under the dim light in the room.
"When did you buy it?" Song Jing asked.
He Mian helped her sit down and replied, "I ordered it online when I got home that night." He straightened Song Jing's long hair and began to dry her still damp hair. "Do you like it?"
"I like it." Song Jing is not the kind of person who beats around the bush. Although it is a bit embarrassing to say it this way, she just likes it.
What's more, He Mian is now trying to please her and make her happy. Naturally, she will give him positive feedback.
He Mian smiled and stopped talking, just quietly blowing her hair. Song Jing's hair was easier to dry, so he carefully picked up strands of her hair and blew them for her.
Sitting in front of the mirror, Song Jing felt the image was somewhat eerie. She was wearing casual purple cartoon pajamas, and her freshly washed face looked rather pale. Behind her, He Mian wore a shirt and trousers, even his hair was meticulously combed. His serious face was accented by that rather amusing necklace.
After blow-drying, He Mian straightened Song Jing's hair. He put his hands between her hair and felt the moisture of her hair. "Your hair is done," he said softly and gently.
Song Jing stood up and gave him a meaningful smile. She spread her arms and jumped onto He Mian's body. "You're so cute."
He Mian hurriedly caught Song Jing, and now the two of them maintained a bear hug posture, his arms holding her steadily. He Mian was stunned when he heard her words. Song Jing actually praised him for being cute. She would also praise him for being cute when he was not a furry kitten.
"As long as you like it." He responded with a smile.
He Mian knew that Song Jing had only known him for a few months, and that nothing major had happened between them to bind them together. For Song Jing, they had grown close to each other over time, but their "love" was only a subtle one.
Therefore, Song Jing's feelings for him could never be as surging as his, and He Mian could fully understand that.
So what he had to do was to make Song Jing happier, make her feel that he would be that special person, make her heart beat a little bit more, and like him a little bit more.
A little bit of love will become a lot. Love also evolves from liking.
Song Jing leaned on his shoulder, "He Mian, you are so nice." Her chin rested on his shoulder and opened and closed as she spoke.
She suddenly realized that He Mian seemed to really like her and had liked her for a long time, just as he said.
To be fair, Song Jing doesn't think she is love-brained, and she and He Mian maintain a relatively healthy relationship.
But she always felt that He Mian's love was a little too strong. He had been taking care of her day after day for such a long time, thinking about her mood, cooking for her, taking care of her daily life, and acting coquettishly at the right time.
"Jingjing, you are very nice too." Seeing that Song Jing had no desire to get off him, He Mian continued to hold her in this position.
Song Jing imitated He Mian's usual behavior and nuzzled into his neck. He Mian also looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, having washed himself beautifully before changing into this outfit. She reached out and plucked the small bell on his collar. The sound was not loud but crisp.
After she had enough fun, Song Jing shook her legs and said, "I want to get off." Then she used her hands and feet to get off He Mian's body.
"Actually, there's something else, but I didn't know if you liked it, so I didn't wear it."
"What is it?" Song Jing asked excitedly.
He Mian took out a kitten ear headband from the bedside and handed it to her.
When Song Jing saw what he was holding, her eyes lit up instantly. "So cute! Is that a cat ear headband?"
She took the headband and put it on He Mian's head, and carefully touched his hair. Song Jing held his face and looked at him left and right.
He Mian sat on the edge of the bed so that Song Jing could observe the kitten's ears.
Even though they are fake kitten ears.
He Mian leaned back with both hands, looked up at Song Jing, and asked her with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Do you like it? If you like it, I can wear it often, as long as you want to see it anytime."
Song Jing climbed onto his body with both hands, placed them on his shoulders through his shirt, and then leaned close to his ear, "I like it, I like it very much, but you can only show it to me." As she said that, she kissed He Mian's face.
He Mian picked up his tie and handed it to Song Jing, "Of course, my master."
Song Jing was startled by his words, her hand holding the tie stiffening a little. She thought her face must be a little red. She was probably just a sucker for people. Although she kept saying she liked him, she was still a little shy. But He Mian was not much better. Not only were his ears red, but his cheeks were also flushed.
He Mian still had that incredibly innocent smile on his face when he looked at her. He always used this seemingly gentle and businesslike expression to do things she never expected.
Song Jing tightened her grip on the tie, and she tugged lightly, pulling He Mian in front of her. She lowered her brows and glanced at his facial features. When she lowered her head slightly, He Mian took the initiative to come forward and kissed her lips.
The two of them are not as immature as before, but as her heart rate and blood pressure increase, Song Jing feels a little unstable. Her hand is still tightly grasping He Mian's tie, and one leg is supported on He Mian's leg as if she is kneeling.
This was undoubtedly a deep kiss. His unique fragrance wafted through her nose. Song Jing blinked and then closed her eyes. She felt a tingling sensation on her lips and lost her strength to steady herself.
He Mian quickly grabbed her waist, but Song Jing pushed him down, and they both lay on the bed. The bell rang with their movements, making a crisp sound.
Under the dim light, the two looked at each other silently for two seconds, and then laughed out loud at the same time.
He Mian's hands were around her back, "Jingjing, I like you so much."
"Yeah." She responded softly, lowered her head and kissed him like a chick pecking at rice.
He tilted his head back and didn't kiss her lips, but instead kissed her more sensitive neck. Song Jing's body was really full of ticklish spots, and when they were intimate, she would often feel sore and itchy where she was touched.
She pinched He Mian's arm and couldn't stop laughing, "My neck is so itchy." Song Jing's breathing seemed to become a little rapid, not knowing whether she had died of laughter or because her face was flushed because of what they had done.
He Mian stopped what he was doing and smiled helplessly.
Song Jing couldn't hold on to the bed anymore, so she simply gave up and fell directly on He Mian. He Mian's shirt had been wrinkled by her, especially on his shoulders and upper arms.
She reached out and rang the small bell again. "It's all your fault for seducing me so late at night. I'm so tired now and don't want to move."
"Then stay here and sleep?" He Mian said.
There was a ready-made big bed and a ready-made "kitten" to sleep with her. Looking at this clean and tidy room with her favorite scent, Song Jing was very excited.
"If you don't like it, you can reject me. I just, just want you to feel more comfortable." He Mian frowned and his tone sounded like he was acting coquettishly.
"Okay." Song Jing agreed with a smile, "Your bed is so soft and feels very comfortable." She patted He Mian's bed.
"As long as you are comfortable, I have a new pillow specially prepared for you. I'll get it out for you." He Mian stood up and took out a new pillow from the closet in the cloakroom.
As he walked, the bells kept jingling. Song Jing pulled his quilt over her face, and she was screaming in her mind: Ah! What is she doing now?
He Mian put on the pillowcase with great interest, then adjusted the position of the pillow, shook the quilt and covered Song Jing before returning to bed.
"Take off the kitten ears. They're not comfortable to wear. And change back into your pajamas." Song Jing reached out and took off his headband.
"It's okay. I can keep wearing it like this if you like."
"I like you better in pajamas." Song Jing said without hesitation. This was not a trick to coax him into changing into pajamas. She really liked the way He Mian looked in pajamas.
Well, actually, He Mian's figure would look good even in a sack. How could Song Jing not like him?
"Okay, wait for me for a moment." He accepted the advice and changed into his pajamas immediately, not forgetting to unbutton the first button of his pajamas.
After all, Song Jing really liked his half-exposed look.
"Can I hold you?" He Mian asked cautiously as he lay back on the bed.
Song Jing didn't reply, but she moved her body and threw herself into his arms, even putting her legs on him. After a while, she said, "Of course."
He Mian couldn't suppress the smile on his face and quickly put his arms around her waist.
She rubbed her head against his chest. Even though her heart was beating a little fast, she was really tired and fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.
He Mian was the opposite of her. He didn't fall asleep until midnight. He spent an hour just looking at her sleeping face.
I really want every night to be like this, I want to be with her every day. Even if it's just as simple as sleeping together.
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Song Jing was awakened early in the morning by her biological clock, as she didn't have an alarm. She subconsciously stretched her arms and slapped them against the other side of the bed. Seeing the unfamiliar sheets, she suddenly remembered that she had slept with He Mian last night.
She herself did not expect that the first time she slept in the same bed with He Mian, they would just cover each other with a quilt and did not even talk about the day. After all, she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
But now the other side of the bed is empty, with only a pillow.
Song Jing rubbed her eyes and rolled around in bed before slowly sitting up. Given He Mian's temperament, he was probably getting up to make breakfast. She put on her slippers and leisurely walked out of the room.
But she realized later that she was the only one in the room.
"He Mian?" Her voice was a little hoarse after she hadn't spoken a whole night.
There was no response, so he was not at home.
Song Jing ran to the kitchen and took a look, only to find that he had already cooked breakfast. "Strange..."
She muttered to herself as she walked back to her room and picked up her phone, only to find that He Mian had sent her several messages.
She frowned and read the message sent by He Mian, with a look of confusion and surprise on her face. He Mian actually went on an urgent business trip early in the morning and would not be back for a few days.
[Breakfast is ready and kept warm. Remember to eat breakfast when you get up.] This was the last message from He Mian, sent twenty minutes ago.
He Mian had occasionally encountered work that needed to be dealt with at night. Recently, a new project was still in progress at the headquarters, and everyone was very busy.
But I've never seen such a rush before. Song Jing sighed and ran back to the kitchen. Fortunately, her thoughtful and virtuous chef He had prepared breakfast for her. She would praise him when he returned from his business trip.
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