Chapter 176
Song Yun shook her head: "I can eat it."
After he finished speaking, he buried his head and ate quickly, his thin, slightly swollen pink lips visibly darkening in color.
Song Wenxi gives her money every month, and also sends her jewelry and clothes from time to time, asking her to take care of her brother.
Jiang You said calmly, "From now on, we'll eat separately. You're putting a lot of pressure on me."
The man paused, looked at her, and like a child who had done something wrong, quickly lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "I understand."
After Jiang You finished eating the noodles, he lay down on Song Yun's bed, his dark eyes staring unconsciously at the ceiling, his hand rubbing his stomach to help him digest.
I'm so full! The beef noodles came with tiger-skin eggs, bean curd skewers, tofu puffs, and several times more beef than usual.
A bowl of beef noodles that costs 12 yuan, with this extra amount, would probably cost 40 or 50 yuan.
"Youyou," the seat next to her sank down, and a pleasant, faint fragrance wafted over along with her soft voice.
"Lying down immediately after eating can cause indigestion, bloating, stomach pain, and other discomforts. We should engage in light activity, such as a slow walk downstairs."
"I don't want to move."
The person next to him remained silent for a moment, then left.
A moment later, she came over again and said softly, "Take some digestive pills, it will make you feel better."
Jiang You sat up, ate, and then lazily lay back down. Just as she was about to touch her stomach, a hand beat her to it: "I'll do it."
She paused, then cautiously added, "Didn't Youyou say she didn't like sports?"
She turned her head and looked at him sitting to the side.
His round, brown pupils, both expectant and evasive, sparkled, making it impossible to refuse any of his requests.
Her soft "hmm" had barely escaped her throat when a hand, as smooth and translucent as white jade, covered her.
Jiang You couldn't help but chuckle softly, seemingly amused by his impatience. Song Yun's face flushed red like a boiled lobster. His hand remained on her stomach, reluctant to leave, yet remembering his sister's words: a man should be reserved; playing hard to get is more romantic.
He should listen to his sister; she's a woman and understands men.
But I can't bear to part with it.
I can't bear to leave, not even for a moment.
Jiang You closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as his hand spun clockwise. He didn't know if twenty or thirty minutes had passed when that large hand slipped inside his clothes.
She opened her eyes, and the other person's hand froze, not continuing. He was waiting, waiting for a signal.
Jiang You closed his eyes; this was a tacit agreement, a signal that further action was possible.
The owner of the hand clearly got it, or rather, got it way too well.
Their breaths mingled, and the seemingly innocent boy shed his disguise, revealing a dangerous side. He was now a young man, and his kisses were passionate and intense, as if he wanted to devour the girl beneath him.
"Wait, wait a minute," Jiang You said, opening his eyes with unsteady breathing.
He paused, noticing her unfamiliar gaze.
The suffocating atmosphere of madness and danger vanished in an instant, as if it were Jiang You's illusion.
She looked at Song Yun with downcast eyes like a frightened fawn, her eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows beneath her eyes, pleading timidly, "You can't do this, you can't treat me like this, Youyou..."
He took her hand and gently rubbed it against her androgynous, exquisitely beautiful face. Her nose was flushed, and the corners of her mouth curved down into a delicate arc. Her soft, nasal voice sounded like crumpled cotton.
"Youyou, please, I want to continue, have pity on me..."
Jiang You realized what was happening and withdrew his hand from the porcelain-like texture: "No, I meant condoms. Do you have any?"
An artistic genius can make innocence and twisted madness coexist; clearly, the girl only encountered Song Yun's innocent side.
Song Yun blinked, then smiled sweetly and shyly at Jiang You as if her anger had been rekindled: "Yes, of course."
"Opportunity favors the prepared mind," was a phrase his sister said to him when she helped him put on the mask.
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