Chapter 64: Dog Training
In the 21st century, Zhang Zihan still likes dogs very much and had a golden retriever when he was a child.
He disappeared when she was in her senior year of high school and her parents secretly divorced.
It's not that Zhang Zihan hadn't looked for him, but she just went around a few of her usual haunts and gave up when she couldn't find him. Her parents also kept silent about it, as if it was some secret that couldn't be told.
Sick? Lost? Or dead of old age?
Zhang Zihan just wanted a result. She couldn't bring the dog to school to raise, nor could she ask her parents to drop out of school for a dog.
Just a dog.
But she was at a loss for a while. Later, she thought about it and realized that she was probably feeling guilty. It turned out that she was just like her parents, people who put their own interests first. Compared to herself, she could give up anything: spouse, children, pets...
So Shen Zijie was nothing to her. It was like losing a dog that she had raised for many years. She felt sad for a while, but now she has another dog, but this time the dog is very disobedient.
Wen Youqing looked at Cui Junji, who was so beautiful under the light, and still didn't want to keep the dog.
But training a dog is simple. If it does something wrong, give it a slap. If it does something right, give it some jerky.
There was a clear "pa" sound of slapping, accompanied by the explosion of fireworks.
Cui Junji didn't even have time to react before his face turned to the side. But when he turned back to look up at Wen Youqing again, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
"Do you know you are wrong?" Wen Youqing took the initiative and calmly looked at Cui Junji, whose eyes were full of excitement.
"I don't know." Cui Junji said and bit his lower lip, as if expecting a second slap.
"Do you want to know?" Wen Youqing gently stroked the reddened cheek and whispered, "You didn't give me any sweetness, but you want a reward. Isn't that wrong?"
Cui Junji chuckled, picked up Wen Youqing and walked towards the bed.
Wen Youqing knew that he wouldn't, so she put her arms around his neck with confidence and waited for him, waiting for his bluff.
As expected, Cui Junji just pressed Wen Youqing on the soft bed, with his arms supporting her side. The red candles were burning brightly, and the warm light was flowing, but it could not dissolve the stagnant and tense atmosphere in the brocade tent.
Cui Junji's fingers, with their usual coolness and unquestionable strength, were trying to penetrate Wen Youqing's slightly open collar. His breath was hot, intertwined into a dangerous breath, spraying on the side of her neck.
Just as her cold fingertips were about to touch the more sensitive skin, she suddenly raised her hand, not to push it away, but to grasp Cui Junji's wrist with precision and force. Her nails accidentally dug into his slightly heated skin, leaving a few shallow white marks.
Cui Junji paused, a deeper interest flashing across his deep eyes. He enjoyed her resistance; it only excites his inner hunter.
"Sister, I'm giving you something sweet~" His voice was low and hoarse as if he was acting coquettishly, but his other hand was still holding her waist with such force that she couldn't move.
Wen Youqing smiled, a smile that even contained a hint of contempt. Taking advantage of the fact that she was half-pressed by him, she didn't retreat. Instead, she tilted her head back and moved her lips closer to his, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
"Cui Junji," she said in a low but clear voice, "If this is what you want, we can stay like this forever. I don't want to enter the Cui family either."
Cui Junji stopped moving. He saw Wen Youqing like this again, no longer the dodder that needed to rely on others for survival, but like a cold blade unsheathed, sharp, cold, and with a clear purpose.
He originally thought that she would gradually learn to be docile and dependent if she stayed in the house, but he was totally wrong. This only aroused his inner paranoia and crazier possessiveness.
He lowered his eyes to look at Wen Youqing's cherry lips, his gaze becoming deeper. "I was the one who begged you to enter my Cui family. I want to be with you openly and honestly."
Seeing his emotions stirring, Wen Youqing gave up her stubbornness. She slowly loosened her grip on his wrist, but it wasn't a gesture of surrender, more like a master temporarily loosening the chains. Her fingertips moved to caress the collar of his shirt, slowly and methodically smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles. Her movements were gentle, yet filled with a sense of absolute control.
"You want me, don't you?" She said bluntly, watching his pupils suddenly heat up at these words. "You don't want a thing to warm your bed, but you want me, Wen Youqing, this person, this heart, all my loyalty and belonging, right?"
Cui Junji's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't deny it. He stared at her greedily, like a dying man staring at his only sweet spring.
Her fingertips rested on his chest, feeling the rapid and powerful heartbeat beneath it, but her tone became increasingly harsh, "Look at yourself, what do you look like? Like a child who throws a tantrum when he can't get candy. You want me just like this?"
She raised herself slightly, her nose almost touching his. Her red lips parted slightly, and the words that came out of her mouth were like a whip lashing at his pride: "You want me to surrender, fine. But you have to prove that you are worthy of my surrender. The matter of Shen Zijie is over. Xunyang has not been as good as before since the fire. You have to lend a hand too."
Her hand slowly slid down, finally pressing against his tense abdomen. She could feel the power waiting to be unleashed, but she wasn't afraid. "Instead of relying on physical strength like you are now, pressing me down on the couch and forcing me into doing things that only annoy me."
Her hand slid down his collar and reached his lower abdomen. Cui Junji didn't expect Wen Youqing to be so bold. He was caught off guard and was pressed down on the bed by her.
Wen Youqing gently grasped Cui Junji's most vulnerable spot, her eyes looking down on him, like a queen disciplining her most untamed fierce dog, "As long as you have the heart, the sweetness will come."
Cui Junji's breathing became heavier. He was completely shaken by these words, and agitated by the situation he was being led by the nose. The humiliation and extreme excitement intertwined and rose, almost overwhelmed his reason. He had never been evaluated so bluntly, even "reprimanded," especially by a woman he was determined to win.
He suddenly grabbed the hands that made him feel like he was in ecstasy, with a frightening strength, his eyes mad and blazing: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Wen Youqing felt pain and frowned slightly, but her smile became more brilliant and flamboyant: "I know."
She moved closer to him, almost kissing his lips, but she missed by a hair's breadth, only their breaths blending together: "Or are you scared?"
This sentence completely ignited Cui Junji. He held the back of Wen Youqing's head, pressed her towards him, and suddenly raised his head to kiss the red lips that kept spitting out provocative words.
Wen Youqing chuckled softly, with a sense of success, and continued to play around with his solid body with her hands. Suddenly, she broke free from him.
Because of the kiss just now, Wen Youqing's lips were rosy, her cheeks were slightly pink, and her beautiful eyes were watery. Cui Junji couldn't bear it for a moment, and just when he was about to pull her to continue, he was pushed away by Wen Youqing on his chest.
Cui Junji paused, staring at her intently, his chest heaving violently. Under the candlelight, his eyes brimmed with passion and unwillingness, ultimately transforming into the most primal lust.
As if detached from lust, Wen Youqing tilted her head and said, "Forget it, I don't like dirty men."
"Wen Youqing!" Cui Junji gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't touched them since you returned to Beijing."
"Oh, then you're so proud." Wen Youqing said sarcastically, "Don't tell me about those perverse theories about men having three wives and four concubines. You just said that you like me and can also have feelings for women other than me. Then your love is worthless. Don't use these words to coax me in the future. I will naturally go out and find a young man I like to have a romantic moment..."
"Wen Youqing!" As the world spun, Cui Junji pressed down on her. Like a puppy, he bit Wen Youqing's mouth, which had just uttered the word "treason," and her slender neck. But he refused to actually bite her. "You really...are going to piss me off to death."
"Should you?"
"Yes! Don't worry, I will remain a virgin for you and live a long life, so that you won't have time to look for other young men." The gnashing of teeth was obvious.
"It's not for me, it's for yourself." Wen Youqing corrected, and finally relaxed her strength, allowing him to press down again and wreak havoc on her, like a ferocious beast temporarily on a leash. Although it has not been completely tamed, it has initially learned to restrain its claws in front of its master.
Wen Youqing's hands caressed his private parts from time to time. The softness of her fingers became her most useful weapon at this moment. She watched him go from sober to decadent, and finally lose control in her hands.
Her clothes were almost intact, and he buried himself in her half-exposed shoulders, quickly calming down the bliss.
Wen Youqing knew she had won this round. She had successfully twisted his desire from simple physical possession into a more complex game that was easier for her to control.
Sexual pleasure is secondary; power and control are fundamental.
Tonight, she didn't let him go beyond the line, but she left a deeper mark in his heart.
This game had just begun, and she already had the upper hand.
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