Chapter 39 Violent: Temperature-sensitive collar and bite stopper. ...
Around 7 p.m., Ji Jiazhen got out of the car outside the gate of Hengrui.
The sunset had just ended, and there were still faint shadows on the horizon. The wind felt like soft silk on my skin, a slight coolness that couldn't dispel the heat inside.
She was unusually relaxed, dressed casually in a tank top, shorts, and flat shoes—doing whatever was comfortable. She looked down at her phone screen, occasionally smiling, and typed a few words in response.
On the other end of the phone was Wen Siyu, whose patience was wearing thin. She had been keeping him occupied for two hours, from five o'clock to seven o'clock, and would occasionally send him a flirtatious message that ignited his desire.
He was getting impatient and texted her saying she was too slow. Ji Jiazhen replied that as long as he was fast, and then deliberately added, "Are you fast or not? It's been so long since we did it together, I can't remember."
Wen Siyu stopped typing and started sending voice messages, so she put the receiver to her ear.
"Then make it last longer today, and remember that."
You could tell his current state just by his voice. After listening, Ji Jiazhen kept her position, looking straight ahead, and tapped the screen with her thumb. The four-second voice message played in her ear again.
She didn't reply; she lowered her hand holding the phone to her side and turned off the screen, looking as if she was thinking.
As she got on the elevator, she looked at the numbers flashing on the small screen, tapped her index finger twice on the side of her thigh, and finally dialed Fang Wei's number.
Do I have work tomorrow?
"There won't be any for the next three days, but that doesn't mean you can condone his behavior."
Fang Wei's voice was flat, and this calm tone made Ji Jiazhen ask in surprise, "Hmm?"
He asked about your work schedule this morning.
Ji Jiazhen swallowed back what she was about to say and replied with an "okay".
She knew that Fang Wei understood, understood the purpose of Wen Siyu's question.
The phone call ended, and the elevator doors opened.
Wen Siyu seemed to have been waiting at the door the whole time. He opened the door as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, looking like he had just finished showering, and stood by the door waiting for her to come over.
Ji Jiazhen deliberately slowed her pace and asked him, "Cold shower or hot shower?"
Wen Siyu made no attempt to hide the desire in his eyes, "Which kind do you want to wash?"
She walked up to him, with no distance between them, pressing her body against his, and said, "Let's see what you can do."
Wen Siyu tried to put his arm around her waist, but she suddenly pushed him away. He took two steps back and watched her close the door behind her. He didn't do anything else, just looked at her and guided her inside, waiting for her to do something on her own initiative.
Ji Jiazhen was quickly drawn to the items on the table. After she saw what they were, she smiled, raised an eyebrow, and picked one up.
"Have you been hanging out in circles these past few months?"
Wen Siyu embraced her from behind, crossed his arms in front of her, buried his face in her neck, breathed her breath into his chest, and then gently exhaled with reluctance.
"I learned it from you."
Ji Jiazhen turned her head upon hearing this, "I don't have that fetish."
Wen Siyu kissed her chin, then the corner of her lips. She tried to back away, but he pressed her back down, and they completed a passionate kiss in a neck-to-neck position. Midway through, she lifted the corner of his shirt, and he sensibly took off his shirt.
"You can have fun with Xu Xiyan, but when it comes to me, it's considered having no hobbies?"
"Was that just a game between me and him?"
Ji Jiazhen sensed the change in him behind her and placed her hands on the table.
This means it's ready.
Wen Siyu must have understood, but instead of taking action, he took two steps back, pulled out a chair, and sat down casually.
Hearing the noise, Ji Jiazhen frowned and turned around. "What's going on?"
Wen Siyu raised his chin and pointed to the rope on the table. "The treatment he received must be given to me once as well. If only he gets it, does that mean he's no longer the special one?"
He shook his head and said no, "That Frenchman has to do it on me too."
Ji Jiazhen crossed her arms and looked down at him disdainfully, "You want to compete in this too?"
The curve of Wen Siyu's lips was rather cheeky; he was almost childish enough to shout out the words "I'm going to compete!"
Ji Jiazhen took a step forward and sat on his lap, putting her hand on his shoulder as she pondered, "I have to give you what they have, and it seems I've also given you what they don't have. Does that make you special? Are you?"
Wen Siyu put his arm around her waist and asked her to sit up a little higher, his hand resting lightly on her back.
"Besides me, have you ever given so many others this many chances?"
That means he must be a special case.
Ji Jiazhen nodded, looking like he thought what he said made sense. "Treat others fairly. I'll give Zhuang Yan a chance too. I can't just give you special treatment."
Wen Siyu said no, “You said it yourself, he’s not good at it.”
She was pinching his earlobe, and he seemed to enjoy it, looking completely satisfied.
"You think you're so great?"
Wen Siyu chuckled, reached out a hand to her chest, and gently rubbed it twice. "Then don't scream later."
Ji Jiazhen's competitive spirit kicked in. She pinched his abs, got off him, picked up the rope on the table, and wrapped it around his back. Instead of tying him up like she did Xu Xiyan, she tied the rope around his front twice and tied it to the back of the chair.
"Don't shout yet."
As she stood up, she accidentally knocked over a wine glass on the edge of the table, spilling red wine all over Wen Siyu, leaving a dark patch on his abs.
Ji Jiazhen was quite pleased with his disheveled appearance. She took out her phone and snapped two photos of him. After taking the photos, she admired her masterpiece. "I heard from Fang Chengmu that people in your circle think you're very aloof, like someone who's detached from worldly affairs. Tell me, if others see these photos, how will they view you in the future?"
Wen Siyu tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"I wish everyone could see it."
Ji Jiazhen moved closer to him, touched his cheek with her hand, bent down and almost touched his forehead, guiding him to say, "What do you see?"
He refused to answer, instead staring intently at her lips, which were so close to his own.
I miss you, I really miss you.
But the rope bound him to the chair, preventing him from moving. Every inch he struggled forward, the rope sank deeper into his flesh, causing a stinging pain. Yet he continued to exert his strength, leaving red rope marks on his chest and arms. His wrists, which she couldn't see, broke off from their grip too violently.
It hurt, but he didn't have time to care.
How can I get Ji Jiazhen to kiss me first?
This is a problem.
He said, "See... I'm your dog."
Then, Ji Jiazhen's forehead touched his, the tip of her nose brushed against his cheek, and her lips pressed against his.
At that moment, all the pain vanished, and as he gazed into her eyes, the world seemed to unfold before him.
Yes, the world was before him.
The cure for pain is a lover's kiss.
*
He felt the moisture on her tongue and took the initiative to entwine with her.
She has a pair of deceptive eyes; the slight curve makes it seem like she's always smiling. Sometimes you can't tell whether her feelings are genuine or feigned.
Fortunately, she never closes her eyes when she kisses.
He didn't close it either.
Her eyes showed a subtle change at this moment. Normally, they would look at you with emotion, whether angry or happy. Only at this time did they look at you simply, without any other motive. If you were observant enough, you could see her true feelings through them.
Wen Siyu searched and finally caught a glimpse of it in a certain moment:
Oh, it was all an act.
Ji Jiazhen didn't understand why he was kissing so intensely all of a sudden. She moved away slightly, looked down at him, and asked, "Can't you hold back anymore?"
A feeling of unease welled up in his chest, and Wen Siyu avoided her eyes. More than anger, he seemed to feel wronged. He wanted to retort defiantly that he could hold back, but he was truly on the verge of exploding.
He turned his head, kissed her wrist, and whispered, "Touch me."
Ji Jiazhen rubbed it twice through the thin fabric, and Wen Siyu's scalp tingled instantly. He lowered his head, and his body trembled slightly.
"Don't touch it." He stopped her.
I felt even worse after she touched me.
Ji Jiazhen laughed as she untied the rope: "It would have been better to just get straight to the point. All this fuss is just making you suffer."
Wen Siyu didn't respond, feeling that the matter was indeed shameful; he had turned a flirting affair into something like torture.
The first thing he did after breaking free was to pick up Ji Jiazhen, carry him on his shoulder, and take him to the bathroom to get down to business, while also washing off the alcohol on his body.
*
Steam rose, the sound of running water was loud, and the bathroom was shrouded in mist, creating a hazy atmosphere.
Ji Jiazhen's hair was wet and stuck to her back, the contrast between her black hair and fair skin was striking.
Wen Siyu smoothed her hair down to her left shoulder, stared at her back, and suddenly spoke.
There's a saying: "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed."
Ji Jiazhen turned around, caught a glimpse of his shoulder, and said, "Are you picking me?"
He shook his head, his thumb brushing away the water droplets at the corner of her eyebrow. "What I mean is, you are that land."
She didn't understand how this was related to land again, and asked, "How does this relate to what you said earlier?"
"over you."
He was the inferior horse that kept turning back. After the grass was all eaten, he was unwilling to leave, guarding that land and waiting for the next crop to grow.
The focus is not on the grass, but on the land.
He could see other green grasses every few steps; they were vibrant and fragrant, but he had no desire to taste them because he disliked the soil that nourished them.
The only thing that could make him willingly wait was this piece of land.
Ji Jiazhen had no time to pay attention to his convoluted explanations. Her body temperature made even hot water seem less effective, and she felt cold when it was poured on her back.
A drop of water fell from Wen Siyu's hair and landed on her shoulder, the droplet rippling on her skin.
"Did you remember?"
This sentence is a continuation of that voice message, revolving around her question of "Is it fast or not?"
Ji Jiazhen didn't answer; she didn't have the energy to.
Wen Siyu lowered his head, rested his chin on her shoulder, pulled one arm out to hug her, and stopped, saying, "Why are you hiding?"
Ji Jiazhen refused to admit defeat and replied in a deep voice, "Continue."
The transparent glass was covered in condensation, blurring the view. Wen Siyu raised his hand and wiped it to clear the view. He then asked Ji Jiazhen to look up.
Opposite the glass door is a mirror.
The water droplets couldn't be completely wiped away, so the details in the mirror were unclear, and the vague outlines fell into her eyes, creating a unique feeling.
She asked him, "Wen Siyu, how long has it been since we last did it?"
"Ninety-eight days."
"Why do you feel like you haven't done it for 980 days?"
Wen Siyu chuckled in her ear: "Not ready yet? It's only just begun."
*
Wen Siyu didn't want to give her a chance to catch her breath. Ji Jiazhen's legs were weak from standing. She kicked his shoulder to tell him to wait a moment, pulled the blanket over herself, and said she was thirsty.
Wen Siyu tied a towel around his waist, went to pour her water, and came back with a plate of blueberries. He fed her one and then handed her the water.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, and touched her leg under the covers, pinching her calf muscles.
This set of movements was quite effective, and Ji Jiazhen instructed him: "Thighs."
He switched hands, and when she said this area was sore, he would pinch it; when she said that area was swollen, he would pound it.
"Paper tiger".
Ji Jiazhen lifted her eyelids to look at him, and snorted softly, "I don't have a break period, unlike you, who held back for three months."
These words struck a chord with Wen Siyu. He took the plate, lifted the blanket, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her in front of him. "Stop eating, continue."
Ji Jiazhen pressed her knee against his chest and tilted her head slightly towards the door: "Give me my bag."
Wen Siyu leaned forward and bit her lips before getting up. Ji Jiazhen kicked at empty air and pointed at his back, telling him to wait.
The bag was thrown onto the bed. Ji Jiazhen reached out and grabbed it, tapped the foot of the bed with her toes, and gestured for Wen Siyu to sit there. As soon as he sat down, she kicked him. The bed sheet slipped, and she almost knocked him over.
She took something out of her bag, then beckoned to him with her finger, telling him to come over.
Wen Siyu looked at the object, which was about the size of her entire hand.
The metal and leather texture has a heavy-duty design with irregular yet smooth lines, like a broken water blade. The four protruding tips at the top and bottom are like canine teeth, and the top shines with silver light.
She commanded, "Put it on."
"What is this?"
Before his question was answered, she slammed something onto his face without saying a word.
"Anti-biting device".
Ji Jiazhen looked at him from all sides as he put on the anti-bite device, and was satisfied from beginning to end, feeling that he was born to wear this thing.
But when Wen Siyu refused to cooperate, he reached out to take it off.
"This is something dogs wear."
Ji Jiazhen blocked his hand, nodded with a smile, and deliberately stretched her hand out in front of him to see if she would be bitten.
They really treated him like a dog.
"I won't wear it."
If I wear it, I can't kiss her anymore.
It's pointless not to kiss her; if he doesn't kiss her, he's no different from a human masturbator in her presence.
“Your aunt saw the teeth marks from last time, and she ordered me not to indulge you.”
His aunt warned him similarly, quite harshly, saying that if he stayed, he wouldn't see Ji Jiazhen for a week. She could take him to Egypt or Brazil for filming, or throw him to the North or South Pole; in short, he wouldn't see her at all.
Wen Siyu poked her neck, her shoulders, her chest with his fingers, poking every exposed part of her body, and asked, "Be reasonable, will I stay today?"
Ji Jiazhen slapped the back of his hand: "You beast, you can't be trusted. We might not be able to keep you here for a while."
He still took off the bite stopper and threw it on the ground. The thing was a bit heavy, and it made a dull thud when it fell on the carpet.
"I'm just leaving my mark here."
He lowered his eyes to look at a certain spot under the blanket, his gaze meaningful, a mischievous glint in his smile.
Ji Jiazhen tried to take the cup, but he interrupted her.
...
The overhead light shone on them, casting gray shadows on the wall that overlapped seamlessly.
After a rustling sound, Wen Siyu slowly pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands and fed her the remaining water in the cup.
"You're really wasteful, you drank half and spilled the other half."
Ji Jiazhen found him really annoying, and called him sick, saying he talked too much. The next second, he was pulled onto Ji Jiazhen's lap, kissed by Ji Jiazhen, and whispered in Ji Jiazhen's ear, "I know my limits."
He remembered what his aunt said, but whether he followed it or not was another matter.
He will not give up leaving his mark on her.
This is a marker.
She was aroused and confused, leaning against him and humming softly. Hearing his almost breathy laughter, she remembered something else.
But then he made a new move, kissing her while picking her up. She turned to face him, kneeling beside him.
Ji Jiazhen scolded him for being impatient: "Have you never eaten meat in your eight lifetimes?"
Wen Siyu remained silent, watching as she took out another novel gadget from her bag.
"Where did you get all this junk?"
Ji Jiazhen couldn't sit still, so she put her hand on his shoulder and swayed as she replied, "It's custom-made. This is truly the first time in my life. You should be secretly happy."
So, this is...?
Ji Jiazhen showed him the side with the embroidered words.
Temperature-sensitive collar.
A bell hangs from the bottom of the leather collar, and the words on the collar are:
【Puppy】
puppy.
The white letters, in Wen Siyu's eyes, felt like burning heat. This time he didn't refuse, letting Ji Jiazhen put them on for him, his gaze fixed intently on her.
The collar was on, and a kiss followed. Ji Jiazhen watched as the bells tapped crisply against the tattoo on his collarbone. Soon, the leather began to fade, the dull black gradually turning reddish. She raised her hand to touch his neck; it was burning hot.
"I like this."
Wen Siyu said.
She propped herself up and kissed his tattoo, echoing his words.
"I like this."
*
Ji Jiazhen didn't know exactly how many times it happened; there was a period in between when she was completely unconscious.
Wen Siyu did indeed keep her word and did not leave any obvious marks; what was shocking was the area around her thighs.
The storm in the room didn't subside until dawn.
Ji Jiazhen was physically exhausted, but after a nap, she felt very energetic. Wen Siyu, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in the moment and showed no signs of drowsiness.
The two sat facing each other, sharing a cigarette afterward. She was wearing a trendy T-shirt from Wen Siyu, which looked quite stylish and comfortable.
She asked Wen Siyu to buy her the same one, and Wen Siyu pointed to a walk-in closet, saying that everything in there was hers.
She said she wanted to get a tattoo, and Wen Siyu said he would find someone to design a pattern for her as soon as it was light.
She talked a lot more, saying things she would never have told him before, about the people she met during her three months abroad attending film festivals, about what happened while filming in Italy, and how unpalatable the light meals she ate at work were.
With each response Wen Siyu made, he moved a little closer to her. When they were as close as they could get, the cigarette burned out, and they kissed silently, as if whispering sweet nothings.
He enjoyed hearing her say these things; it made him feel that she had completely opened her heart to him, no longer limited to a purely physical relationship.
Looking into Ji Jiazhen's eyes, he felt that not all of her words were feigned.
He wanted to ask her when she would start to like him even a little.
Ji Jiazhen spoke first.
He held her knees in his hands, her calves pressed against his abs, and she was half-encircled in his arms, feeling his breath as she tugged at the collar around his neck.
"Now tell me why the car accident is related to me."
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Author's Note: Over 4000 favorites and 1000+ comments! Thank you everyone! I'm holding a giveaway!
I'm planning to do an extra chapter as a bonus when we reach 1000 units of nutrient solution (or maybe a giveaway, you choose!).
P.S.: Wen Siyu is a straightforward person. Come and laugh at him! Everyone else uses specially made ropes, but he used hemp rope. How could it not wear out?
Finally, here's the synopsis of "Cold Gun Rose," please save it!
I finally finished writing it after more than two months TT
(May be revised)
The following is the text:
Collaboration with "The Violent Butterfly"
prying up the corner of the wall/micro-highway/he
Cold and aloof photographer X cynical playboy
*
On a summer night, a rain had just fallen, extinguishing the heat in the wind and bringing a touch of coolness.
Halfway through the kiss, Xu Yanning frowned, turned her head away, and pushed Lu Chaoyang's shoulder: "Don't try anymore, I really don't feel anything."
She got out of the car and walked into the damp night. The man remembered the sigh he had heard when he passed by her room last night, and couldn't help but shout at her back, "Are you lying to me about your frigidity, or is it just targeting me?"
Xu Yanning was too lazy to go back. She lit a cigarette as she walked, and heard the sound of Lu Chaoyang's engine leaving, sounding annoyed.
She muttered "idiot" under her breath, and the car parked beside her suddenly rolled down its window, revealing a man sitting in the shadows looking at her with interest.
"Lack of libido?"
"Try me."
Xu Yanning stared at those eyes full of mischief and remembered that this person was Lu Chaoyang's good brother.
*
On snowy days, the clash between cold and heat causes condensation to form on the windows, obscuring everything and leaving only a white expanse.
Song Huaiyue had two fingers bitten between Xu Yanning's teeth as he talked on the phone with Lu Chaoyang while showering her with kisses.
When the call ended, several teeth marks were visible above his knuckles, and his fingertips were damp. Xu Yanning's voice trembled as he threw his phone to the ground.
"Aren't you afraid that Lu Chaoyang will find out that you're having an affair with me?"
"Don't put it so harshly, what I have for you is love."
*
She mistakenly thought I only wanted to do straightforward things with her.
I said I loved her, and she said it made no sense.
Until the foot of the snow-capped mountain, prayer flags fluttered in the wind.
I said, Xu Yanning, I saw your soul.
She said, "Song Huaiyue, this is love."
Yes, we are love.
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The female lead is genuinely frigid, and the male lead is truly skilled at treating frigidity^^ (not in the sense of a doctor treating frigidity).
The male lead is virgin in body and mind; the female lead and the second male lead have some inappropriate behavior, but it hasn't gone all the way.
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