Master 26
He Mian groaned when Song Jing lightly bumped him. He weakly raised his eyelids and looked at Song Jing. Afraid that she would think he was too frivolous, he quickly explained, "Jingjing, no, it's not what you think."
But he did have to admit that he had desire for Song Jing. He couldn't resist her every move, even if she seemed to be deliberately provoking him.
Song Jing sat on him and lowered her head. The long hair beside her ears fell down and brushed across He Mian's neck and collarbone, rubbing it and making him feel a little itchy.
She frowned, a puzzled expression on her face. "But your body is very honest."
Song Jing lowered her head and sniffed the scent on his body. His skin was feverish and still a little hot. In fact, He Mian's body temperature was usually higher than hers, not to mention that he was still having a fever.
"You seem to really like me smelling you, or the way I stick to you." Song Jing's tone was a little muffled.
"Well, I like everything Jingjing does." He Mian slowly loosened his hands around her waist, but still held her. She had never tried to press him under her before, and he was a little worried that she couldn't hold on.
He Mian felt a soft and warm touch on the side of his neck, and his tone was a little breathless. He tilted his head and began to welcome her kiss. He knew he could restrain himself, but Song Jing was deliberately teasing him now, and his body instinctively responded to her every move.
The walls he built were torn down by her long ago.
Her hands, which were originally a little cold, had warmed up. Her slender white hands reached into He Mian's collar. Song Jing's nails were not long, but they were about two millimeters longer than the free line.
His nails gently scraped across his collarbone and the surrounding skin, and He Mian subconsciously tensed his body.
Song Jing poked and pinched his chest, "Why is it so hard? Shouldn't it be soft?"
He Mian took a breath and forced himself to relax. "It's soft now. You can touch it if you like." He was being attentive to her.
"Yeah, yes." Song Jing seemed very curious about his body structure.
"Jingjing." He Mian gathered her drooping hair behind her. "If you want to do it, I can help you."
Song Jing stopped her hand and looked at He Mian with some confusion. Then she screamed and was turned over by He Mian holding her waist.
His whole body temperature was still higher than Song Jing's, and even the breath he exhaled was a little hotter.
He Mian looked at her blinking eyes and paused, "Jingjing, if you don't want to or don't like it, just refuse."
Song Jing looked at him and raised her hand to stroke his eyelashes. The lying position allowed her to lift her calves better. She lifted her right leg up and found his reaction funny. The little cat's patience was really strong.
Song Jing herself didn't know why she was so bold. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be timid, or maybe it was the hormones in her body that prompted her to do such a thing.
But she was not disgusted, and even seemed to be looking forward to it, because He Mian's reaction was so cute.
Her fingertips slid down from the corner of his eye, and when they stopped at the protruding Adam's apple, she poked it with a little force. He Mian swallowed subconsciously.
Song Jing just nodded lightly without saying anything else. She raised her head and kissed He Mian on the side of his face. His face was so hot that she ended the kiss as soon as it touched her.
He Mian pressed her shoulders, found the position of her lips and kissed her. This was not the first time they kissed, nor the second or third time.
Their movements were so familiar and coordinated. In the quiet room, the light from the bedside lamp on the bedside was not dim, enough for them to see each other's faces clearly.
Song Jing put her arms around his neck and stared closely at He Mian's amber-gold eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief the moment she was able to breathe some fresh air. Forget it, why should she worry so much?
At least the little rabbit is still alive.
"What are you thinking about Jingjing?" He Mian saw that she seemed distracted, and thought that she didn't like him kissing her, so he asked her with some disappointment.
Song Jing's hand was still on He Mian's neck, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "I'm thinking of you."
He Mian couldn't suppress his smile. He stared at Song Jing blankly, tilted his head and placed light kisses on her smooth arms, slowly kissing from her wrist to her collarbone, and then slowly moving down.
There are so many delicious things in the world.
The tip of the tongue gently glides across, licks lightly and then suddenly stirs it, feeling the soft and delicate touch, as if trying hard to taste it carefully.
But in fact, He Mian was the one being tasted.
He Mian raised his head slightly, moved his eyes upwards and stared closely at Song Jing's expression, but she tilted her head with half of her face buried in the pillow, making it difficult for him to see what she was thinking. He smiled and held her hands, gently stroking the back of her hands with his fingertips.
The surging warm and unfamiliar feeling made her a little unbearable. Song Jing held He Mian's hand tightly, leaving nail marks all over the back of his hand.
But sometimes she would suddenly hum and laugh twice. She felt that she really had itchy spots all over her body, especially on her waist and legs. Even just a touch made her feel a little uncomfortable.
She didn't want to think about anything now, and she didn't need to think about anything. Song Jing felt as if her mind was blank.
It was the turn of autumn and summer, the room was neither cold nor hot, and there was only a thin quilt on the bed.
But Song Jing was now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She lay on He Mian's pillow, staring at the ceiling in a daze. She needed to relax...
He Mian's words about helping her were really just one-sided help. This person was still wearing the pajamas he had changed into after taking a shower tonight, and the pajamas were still two buttons undone.
After wiping her sweat off, he propped up his head and lay beside her, playing with her hair, circling it around his index finger several times. "Jingjing, is there anything that's bothering you?"
Song Jing gave a long "hmm" and then shook her head.
He Mian smiled happily, let go of her long hair and wrapped it around his index finger again.
Song Jing looked down with drooping eyelashes. She suddenly poked the protruding part of He Mian's tailbone and said something that even she thought was outlandish, "Can you make a kitten's tail appear?"
He Mian followed her gaze and looked behind her. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Sure, Jingjing, do you want to touch my tail?"
He loosened the long hair tangled around his fingers, quickly sat up and knelt beside Song Jing, his tone tinged with joy, "Wait for me for a moment."
He Mian stretched out his hand to cover Song Jing's eyes, as if he wanted to give her a surprise.
After a while, she felt a few ticklish touches on her smooth and sensitive thigh skin. Song Jing raised her hands and took He Mian's palms. "It really works, it's amazing."
Song Jing, who had almost entered sage mode due to the surge of passion and desire, suddenly perked up again.
For a moment, she was like a baby performing cognitive behavior, and her fear of He Mian slowly turned into curiosity.
She reached out and stroked his tail. He Mian's tail was very long and big, with smooth fur. The fur on his tail tickled Song Jing's palm a little.
She lowered her head and looked at his tail, which was swaying slightly in her palm. "Can the ears be transformed?"
The rabbit is larger than many cats, and its ears and tail are larger than those of common kittens.
"I'm sorry, I can't change the ears, but the cat ear headband is still in the room. I can wear it if you like." After saying this, He Mian pretended to stand up and wanted to take out the kitten ear headband he bought for her last time to amuse her.
"No, I'm just asking." Song Jing pursed her lips and pulled He Mian. "But why can't the ears appear?"
"The human body also has ears and nerves associated with them, so it's impossible to create a second set of ears. However, the human tail has degenerated into a coccyx, so the original tail will not affect the normal functioning of this body," He Mian explained to her. However, creating a tail does consume the body's energy and is somewhat painful.
However, He Mian did not tell Song Jing about this because he did not want to make her worry.
"Oh." Song Jing let out a long "oh" and felt that what he said made sense. Her hand was still playing with his tail until He Mian couldn't help but let out a few low gasps. Song Jing then realized that he could feel the presence of his tail, and naturally he could also feel her touching his tail.
She had only wanted to see his tail, so her gaze naturally drifted downwards, but she soon found herself distracted by another part of his body. She tilted her head to look at He Mian; she had been the one to start it all, but in the end, she felt better, while He Mian was still enduring it.
Song Jing moved her body and turned sideways to face him. Her hand touched his abdominal muscles, and her fingertips slowly moved down but finally stayed on his abdominal muscles. However, she felt that He Mian seemed to be so sensitive that he held his breath.
She looked at him and said softly, "What about you? Are you going to continue to endure it?"
"It's okay, I'll be fine after a while." He Mian answered awkwardly. In fact, he knew that he would not be able to recover for a while, but he didn't want to do this when Song Jing was unwilling or when Song Jing was just in a good mood.
"What if I say I want to do it now?" Her dark eyes stared straight at He Mian, breaking his last line of defense.
He will give Jingjing whatever she wants.
"The kitten will obey its owner."
Some kittens are arrogant, some are naughty, and some like to destroy things, but He Mian always obeys her and is always loyal to her.
He Mian once again reached over and hugged Song Jing.
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Her scattered voice was occasionally punctuated by the name of He Mian.
He Mian suddenly stopped and kissed the corner of her eyes, touching her overflowing tears, "Jingjing, can you call me Xiaomian?" He hadn't heard her call him like that for a long time. He really wanted to hear her call him like that again, calling him by his nickname face to face, the name she had given him personally.
"Xiao..." Song Jing opened her mouth, feeling a little uncomfortable but still called out, "Xiaomian."
Hearing her call me that, He Mian suddenly became a little presumptuous. "Jingjing, if you prefer to call me baby, you can call me baby too." He continued with a smile on his face.
"I don't want it." Song Jing rejected He Mian's request.
A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes. Song Jing frowned, but finally called out "baby" out of a soft heart.
As soon as she said this, she was startled again by He Mian. She subconsciously slapped him lightly, then raised her hand and bit the back of her hand.
"Jingjing, don't bite yourself." He Mian pulled her hand out and let her bite him.
Song Jing bit his hand hard.
She didn't know how much time had passed, nor what time it was. Song Jing, somewhat satisfied and somewhat tired, lay on the bed like a puddle of water. She reached out and grabbed He Mian's tail again, wanting to play with it with her fingers. When she touched He Mian's furry tail, Song Jing was stunned for a moment and frowned, "Why is your tail wet?"
He Mian smiled, leaned over and kissed her face, then kissed her ear. He leaned close to Song Jing's ear and breathed out his warm breath, "It's all wet by you, it's all yours..."
"Stop talking!" Song Jing hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth. She knew that his tail was moving all the time when they were doing it just now, and sometimes it seemed to be deliberately stroking across the side of her legs to make her itchy.
Song Jing realized belatedly that she seemed to have dug a hole for herself, and was afraid that He Mian would say shameless words to her with such a serious face.
"Okay, I won't say anything more. Do you dislike it now?" He Mian said with a somewhat aggrieved tone. His tail drooped as he spoke, and both he and his tail looked a little aggrieved.
"I don't like the wet feeling." Song Jing rubbed her hands.
He Mian knew that Song Jing was used to drying her hands and face immediately after washing them. He got out of bed, took out wet wipes and paper towels, held her hands and wiped them carefully. The wet wipes passed through every gap between her fingers, and even every wrinkle on the palm of her hand was wetted by the wet wipes. Then he used the paper towels to wipe her hands again after she had already wiped them with the wet wipes.
After tidying up the bed and remaking it, He Mian finally lay down beside her. He carefully held her in his arms and asked uneasily, "Jingjing, can I hold you now?"
Song Jing lifted her heavy eyelids and hummed. She shifted her head on the pillow to find a more comfortable position. She couldn't help but smile. He Mian had done everything today, but did he even have to ask her for a hug?
He Mian put his face against her forehead, rubbing her head with some happiness but dissatisfaction.
Song Jing suddenly opened her eyes wide and remembered something, "Are you still running a fever?"
He shook his head and said, "I should have withdrawn. It's okay now."
"But why do I still feel a little hot?"
"My body temperature is higher than yours. It's normal to be a little hotter." He Mian explained. While her hand was still on his forehead, he quickly raised his head as a gesture of goodwill and took the initiative to move towards her hand.
"Oh." Song Jing responded, half understanding. He Mian naturally knew his body better. She also realized that since he had been with her all the time, his estrus symptoms had disappeared. Now he looked no different from a normal person.
The room was quiet for a while until He Mian's voice broke the silence.
"Jingjing."
"Um?"
"You can touch other puppies, and you can touch other kittens, but please don't abandon me." He Mian said as he hugged her tighter.
"You were the one who abandoned me first." Song Jing refuted his words in a low voice. He was the first one to leave her life. Even though she had been looking for him for so long, he never showed up again.
"I'm sorry." He said in a panic, trying to explain to her, "I really couldn't appear in front of you openly as He Mian at that time. But I have always been secretly paying attention to you and visiting you secretly."
When He Mian bought this house, he immediately bought the house across from her. The headquarters and the branch office were not far apart, so it was easy for him to come and see Song Jing. Whenever he missed her, he would secretly visit her.
He would also protect her when she was walking home alone from her night shift.
He had secretly spied on Song Jing in many dark places.
"I know you probably won't accept the fact that I'm a little rabbit. Even now, are you still thinking about how to break up with me?"
"But I don't need any official status now. If you don't like me as a partner, I don't mind not having any official status. As long as you can let me stay by your side." He Mian did not use the physical intimacy between them tonight to ask her for a real official status.
There was a nasal tone in his words, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Song Jing was silent for a moment, "I don't look like someone who enjoys such a lot of fun."
She seemed to have lived a very conventional life, with a good family, a decent IQ, a decent education, and a good job. Working alone wasn't exhausting or leisurely, but it did feel a bit lonely.
The little rabbit became her new family member, but disappeared before her eyes.
Now that He Mian is back, he may become her new family member.
"What does Jingjing mean?" He Mian's tone was a little joyful. He hugged Song Jing and couldn't help rubbing her with his face and hands.
Song Jing poked his shoulder with her finger and said, "I still need to test you. As for our relationship, let's keep it a secret at the company for now."
Office couples always cause some trouble in the company, and Song Jing is a shy person. She would rather hide in the laboratory alone for 24 hours a day than be stared at with gossipy eyes.
If the two of them really break up due to friction later, they will be the ones who suffer.
Song Jing took a deep breath. The events of the past few days were really too magical. Even though she was a calm person, she needed some time to digest it. She still had many questions about Xiao Mian and He Mian, but she was a little tired and her throat was a little dry, so she didn't want to talk.
She would ask slowly and clearly when she had time.
"Okay, okay, I'll be very obedient." He Mian touched her face with the tip of his nose. Song Jing's face was rounder than his and felt softer. He Mian lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss her with a soft "boo" sound.
Song Jing also kissed him back, "It's only right to reciprocate."
He Mian kissed her again, "I want one more kiss."
She blinked and grabbed the hem of He Mian's pajamas, "Or do it again."
"Jingjing, this is what you asked for." He Mian narrowed his eyes and let out a low laugh from his throat.
Later, Song Jing felt sleepy, tired and comfortable, and fell into a deep sleep while He Mian was wiping the sweat off her body.
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