Chapter 52 Compromise "Behave yourself, don't you want to sleep tonight?"...
The room had air conditioning on, and I had been thoroughly cleaned. The bed was soft, and there was a soft pad under my waist.
The pumpkin porridge was soft, sweet, and at the perfect temperature. Served in a clean white porcelain bowl, it looked very tempting.
Mu Tingyu was wearing a T-shirt several sizes too big for her, and was lazily curled up in the quilt.
She was exhausted from all the exertion; her whole body ached, and she didn't want to move at all.
My lower back aches, my thighs ache, and I don't even have the strength to lift my arms.
She never imagined that doing this kind of work could be so tiring.
Now that things have come to this, if things really go on until the very end, will she still be able to get out of bed healthy?
She leaned back against the pillows, glancing at the man patiently blowing on the porridge on the spoon by the bedside, feeling incredibly resentful.
That scoundrel.
He seemed tireless, with inexhaustible energy, pressing down on her for three or four hours straight, using a terrifying variety of methods, as if deliberately punishing her, ignoring even her pleas for mercy.
She prided herself on her stamina and physical condition, but towards the end she simply couldn't take it anymore. She tried to kick and thrashed backward, but she was pulled back and pinned down without any chance of resistance, leaving her almost seeing stars.
It was terrifying. The feeling of having your mind go completely blank, as if you were in heaven, but then being pulled back to reality by the non-stop action.
At this moment, the man was completely different from his sexy and fierce demeanor in bed. He calmly lowered his eyes and offered her a spoonful of pumpkin porridge.
Her gaze was unfocused, and she subconsciously opened her mouth and took a few bites.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
—In the end, he was still wearing his pants!
Why?! Why?! This is so insulting!
She angrily rolled herself up in the blanket, turned over, and didn't want to talk to anyone anymore.
The spoon struck the side of the bowl, making a crisp sound.
"Eat some more."
"I can't eat," Mu Tingyu said in a muffled voice.
There was silence on the edge of the bed for a while, then the bowl was placed on the bedside table.
The man's cold scent drew near, and she was easily lifted up and placed on his lap.
Xing Ze kissed her ear and then scooped up another spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips.
"Eat some more, I wasn't hungry just now."
"No." Mu Tingyu turned her head away, her tone listless. "I don't want you to feed me."
Xing Ze's chest rose and fell gently: "What's wrong?"
I hate you.
"You hate me," he repeated slowly.
Did I hurt you just now?
"........"
Mu Tingyu's cheeks flushed.
"Give it to me." She held out her paw. "I'll eat it myself."
Xing Ze said, "Aren't your hands sore? You were shouting the whole time..."
"I can still lift the spoon!" Mu Tingyu interrupted him quickly, her tone tinged with embarrassment and annoyance.
"Mmm." Xing Ze responded, kissed her ear again, but didn't hand her the spoon.
"You were tired just now, let me feed you."
His voice was incredibly soft, seemingly carrying a subtle hint of indulgence.
Just as she was about to refuse, Xing Ze asked her again, "Is it okay?"
"......"
You should know that it's usually hard to get him to say something nice, but when he softens his voice and lowers his stance like this, it's incredibly damaging.
Even the most hard-hearted person cannot bring themselves to refuse.
Mu Tingyu was angry, but she forced herself to turn her head away and remain silent.
Xing Ze held up the bowl and kissed her cheek repeatedly: "Even if I hate it, I have to eat first, be good."
Seeing him like this, she didn't know where to vent her anger, so she nudged him with her elbow without saying a word.
She still managed to eat that spoonful of porridge.
In fact, she couldn't have imagined what it would be like to have food served to her.
From the time she could remember, no one had ever fed her like this, nor had anyone taken such meticulous care of her.
But after living here for only a month, she had almost gotten used to being taken care of.
When a spoon is brought to my lips, I instinctively open my mouth; when an arm is stretched out in front of my eyes, I instinctively hug it.
But in fact, even though she was injured, she was not at all unable to take care of herself.
She finally realized that Xing Ze was being way too good to her.
It was so good that it went awry, changed its meaning, and became like...keeping a small pet.
The porridge was spooned to her lips one spoonful at a time. She didn't have to do anything; she just had to open her mouth, chew, swallow, and wait for the next spoonful.
The man was almost extremely attentive and patient, waiting for her to finish one bite before feeding her the next, always holding a tissue in his hand to wipe away the rice soup that spilled from her mouth.
Soon, the bowl was empty.
The room temperature is a bit low; I wonder if the air conditioner is set too low.
And right behind her was Xing Ze's broad, warm chest, radiating warmth. With his long arms and legs, he encircled her completely in his embrace.
Mu Tingyu felt sleepy again and unconsciously moved closer to the source of warmth, snuggling back and shrinking into the blankets.
The man's warm breath brushed against the back of her ear, and she nestled in his arms, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the blanket.
Suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she looked up in surprise and said, "Hey, isn't this the duvet cover from downstairs?"
"Um."
"Why was the downstairs unit replaced with the upstairs one? What happened to the previous one?"
Xing Ze paused slightly before replying, "It's wet."
Two seemingly ordinary words, but at this moment they sound incredibly dangerous.
Those forcibly suppressed, sensual and erotic images suddenly surged back, flooding my mind.
“........”
Mu Tingyu shrank deeper into the blankets and obediently pretended to be dead.
Xing Ze gently touched her earlobe and said in a low voice, "I went too far. I won't do it again next time."
His voice was low and sounded very gentle.
Mu Tingyu remained completely unmoved.
Men are two different people, one in bed and one out of bed. They talk a good game now, but who knows how they'll torment her later.
But since he had already said that, she could take this opportunity to elaborate.
"Tell me the truth, haven't you been wanting to teach me a lesson for a long time?"
Before he could speak, she pushed herself up and sat up, nimbly slipping out of his embrace and rolling to the other side of the bed. Pointing at him, she said, "You petty man! You knew I secretly ran out but didn't say anything. What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty!"
Xing Ze turned his head to look at her and reminded her, "Your foot isn't fully healed yet, don't move around too much."
Speaking of this, Mu Tingyu remembered that there was something she hadn't asked yet: "But how did you know I went out?"
"I got home earlier than you, did you see Brother Jiang's car on the street?"
Xing Ze looked at her quietly for two seconds, didn't answer, and then leaned down to hug her.
Just as she was about to pretend to struggle, she felt her clothes being lifted up from behind, and a gentle, even force suddenly came from her waist.
Xing Ze's voice rang in her ear: "Does your back hurt? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
Her attention was drawn away, and she squinted her eyes slightly: "Everything aches, it's all your fault, what were you doing just now, and now you remember to massage me?"
Her intention was to make Xing Ze reflect on his unrestrained behavior, but unexpectedly he gently stroked her hair and said, "I massaged you while you were asleep just now."
Really? How come she didn't know?
As Mu Tingyu questioned him, she felt his warm hands gently touching her waist and inner thighs, which quickly relieved the soreness.
She was being pampered and felt quite comfortable; she squinted her eyes, like a cat stretching.
After a while, the cat reached out and scratched the man, announcing.
"My foot is almost healed."
Since sneaking out will get you caught, you might as well just go out openly.
She announced, "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to start classes. I'll be going up and down the stairs by myself and eating by myself."
Upon hearing this, Xing Ze didn't even raise an eyebrow, and flatly refused: "No way."
"If I don't start teaching soon, my volunteer teaching program will be over!"
Mu Tingyu protested, scratching him several times with her paws, looking indignant. "You're so annoying! I've been taking good care of myself for so long, and I'm finally almost healed, but you won't even let me leave the house!"
"No! I need to go out! I need to go out! I'm going to die of boredom at home! Do you know what will happen if I stay cooped up like this? I'm going to starve! I'm going to wither away!!"
"......."
Seeing that the man remained unmoved, she grew anxious and gave him an ultimatum: "If you continue to control me, I won't be with you anymore!"
"......."
Xing Ze stopped massaging her and looked up at her.
"Why are you glaring at me? I'm not afraid of you." Mu Tingyu was well-versed in the art of using a combination of carrot and stick, and leaned in to kiss him. "I'm really bored at home. I promise I'll be careful. I will absolutely, absolutely never get hurt again."
Xing Ze lowered his eyes without saying a word and continued to massage her waist.
Tsk.
Mu Tingyu grew impatient and reached out to pull at his belt.
He finally reacted and reached out to grab her.
She leaned closer, tilting her head to look up at him: "I'm talking to you, why aren't you responding?"
Xing Ze looked down at her, seemed to sigh helplessly, and said, "How are you going to get to class, which is such a long way away?"
"You'll give me a ride," she said, her eyes crinkling ingratiatingly. "Doesn't your bicycle have a back seat?"
"They're all kids, they might accidentally bump into you."
"No, they're very well-behaved. Besides, I'm not a pretty face; do you think I'd break if you touched me?"
"......."
"I promise I'll be careful," Mu Tingyu leaned in and kissed him again and again, "You have to believe me."
Her eyes crinkled into a smile, sparkling brightly. She was incredibly adept at being charming and coquettish, like a melted piece of chewing gum, irresistibly sweet.
Xing Ze stared at her silently for a long time, then finally tapped her forehead, seemingly in resignation.
Then he reached into the other bedside table, took something out, and handed it to her.
Mu Tingyu took it.
It turned out to be my long-lost little cell phone.
She looked at it from both sides, turned it on again, and after confirming that it was fully revived, she casually put it on the bedside table and hugged the person in front of her.
She smiled and said to him, "I like you."
Xing Ze watched her quick change of expression and reached out to pinch her: "You don't hate me anymore?"
“No,” she said sweetly, “I’ve never disliked you. I’ve always liked you.”
Xing Ze chuckled and continued massaging her inner thighs.
After a while, he grabbed the hand that was rustling as it reached into his waistband.
He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "—Aren't you tired?"
The little rascal was in a good mood and blurted out, "I'd like to give you a massage too."
"......."
Xing Ze's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He pulled her hand behind her back and leaned down to bite her lip as a warning.
"Alright, stop trying to seduce me."
Mu Tingyu blinked, then rubbed her finger against the back of his hand in a very suggestive gesture: "What would happen if I seduced you?"
"Tsk."
Xing Ze lightly patted her bottom as a form of reprimand.
"Behave yourself, don't you want to sleep tonight?"
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