Chapter 75 The Spirit of Dedication "Opening Its Mouth"
For the first time, Bai Heng felt that Sang Li was somewhat, indescribably, and made him anxious.
What kind of talk is this?
Bai Heng: "Do you want me to perform surgery on myself right now?"
Sang Li: "Birth control pills are bad for my health."
His tone was very serious.
It seems they are genuinely thinking about this.
Sang Li sighed again: "Shouldn't you know my body well? Am I even capable? By the way, if not, are humans and abnormal beings considered two different species? If a donkey and a horse get pregnant, will they give birth to a mule?"
"..."
Bai Heng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He was so angry he almost laughed.
However, this did not alleviate the heat at all.
As long as Sang Li was by his side, he had no chance to catch his breath.
"You, don't speak yet," Bai Heng said in a hoarse voice.
"Hmm." Sang Li obediently shut her mouth, her hand groping in the darkness, poking his back, then pressing her face against his, "Would it be better to exchange [something]?"
Bai Heng: "Shh."
Sang Li: "Oh, okay."
But Sang Li's last words, "□□ exchange," still lingered in my mind.
How do we exchange them?
Straightforward and explicit.
It made him unable to stop thinking about it.
I tried to calm myself down and took deep breaths, but it didn't work.
It felt like a slow fire was burning inside my body, intensely hot yet burning extremely slowly, every nerve screaming in agony. But just when this flame was about to get out of control, Sang Li would utter a nonsensical remark.
He spoke with such seriousness, as if he were discussing research ethics, leaving no room for ambiguity in his words.
Bai Heng almost split open on the spot.
He felt as if he had been pulled back to earth, or as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. The water was cold, but the fire was still burning. What was worse, her face was still pressed against his shoulder, soft and warm, but his own burning desire had indeed eased somewhat.
Doesn't this mean that from now on, we can only get close to Sang Li?
When one person feels guilty towards another, he can act with impunity.
Of course, I didn't really mean to bully Sang Li.
But he had a better chance of winning against Lu Jin.
Sang Li will also be completely entangled with him for the rest of her life because of this incident.
Isn't this better?
He thought it was absolutely fantastic.
What am I enduring?
It's simply because they think Sang Li is too simplistic and doesn't think things are complicated enough.
I simply cannot take advantage of someone's misfortune.
Sang Li said, "You're tired, you should sleep. I'll make you feel better if I'm closer to you, at least to get through tonight. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet."
ah.
Get a tubal ligation.
He raised his hand to cover his eyes, his voice hoarse: "What exactly do you want?"
Bai Heng knew what she wanted to do, but he always wanted to confirm it himself.
Sang Li hummed in agreement, as if she were thinking seriously, and then said in a frank tone, "I just... hope that if something really happens, I'll be mentally prepared, right? I always know the consequences, and I'm ready to take responsibility for my actions."
She looked so selfless and righteous.
Bai Heng felt that Sang Li even wanted to save the Earth.
Bai Heng turned his head, his breathing rapid as he couldn't contain his excitement: "Are you so sure it will happen?"
Sang Li tilted her head, her tone sincere: "I'm not sure. But your face is so red, like you're about to have heatstroke, your body is burning up, and your eyes look off. I'm afraid you might suddenly have an attack, and I won't have time to react. People always need to be mentally prepared. I'm not inviting you; I'm a good person, and I'll definitely take responsibility for you. We're like family, right?"
For what?
Bai Heng wanted to curse.
He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "He's gone mad."
Sang Li retorted confidently, "I'm very smart."
Bai Heng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked in an extremely low voice, "What about the others?"
"Huh?" Sang Li was confused.
Bai Heng: "What if someone else got bitten by you too?"
Sang Li thought for three seconds and said with certainty, "Then we need to discuss it by category. If it's a bad person, they will die."
Bai Heng: "What about Lu Jin?"
If it were Lu Jin now, would the two of them have already had sex?
Lu Jin will not let go of any opportunity to take advantage of Sang Li!
Sang Li said thoughtfully, "He'll take responsibility, he's a good person."
Bai Heng seemed to laugh in exasperation: "Are we all the same? In your heart, are all those who are good to you equal?"
Anyone can do it?
Does she really not care?
"Ah, you can't say that. I only know the two of you. But, if it's Yu Qi, Tang Lan, or Zhou Fangyang... never mind, let's forget about Zhou Fangyang. I couldn't even bring myself to bite him; it would feel like an insult to an academic expert. If it's Sister Yu Qi, I'd do everything in my power to save her, but if I were to bite her... well, it doesn't seem like it's entirely out of the question..."
Sang Li's tone made it sound as if a real danger had occurred.
Bai Heng was helpless. At this time, Sang Li still had to pick a fight?
Sure enough, it was because of a sense of responsibility.
Everyone is the same.
What if you want to be treated differently?
Can Sang Li give it to me?
Bai Heng's emotions slowly settled in his heart, like a cup of freshly stirred coffee—rich and bitter.
If they're all the same, then it doesn't matter who you're with.
Can anyone do that?
Or is it that Sang Li also treats her a little differently?
There are no exceptions, but there is one difference.
Sour and astringent.
I feel terrible.
Sang Li pressed closer to him, her body leaning in, her nose gently brushing against his collarbone: "Don't worry, it's just the two of us here now. You were bitten cleanly, so my innocence won't be ruined, and no one will know. I won't say anything."
He spoke as if he were comforting a bullied little girl.
Bai Heng turned his head to look at Sang Li and asked softly, "So, do you really want to do it now?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to crack slightly.
Sang Li's cheeks flushed red instantly, like a firework that had been lit.
Her eyelashes trembled, like a cat with its fur standing on end, but it was utterly harmless.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" she said rapidly, punching Bai Heng's chest hard. "I'm just telling you 'allowance.' Do you expect me to take the initiative?"
However, it seems that it was indeed her own initiative.
That wasn't the kind of thing where someone actively climbed into your bed!
It's because of my own glory and greatness!
Bai Heng stared at her intently: "So?"
"So shut up," Sang Li said angrily.
But she still didn't crawl out of Bai Heng's bed.
Instead, she snuggled closer to him and pinched his waist hard, so hard that it seemed she wanted to crush any trace of shyness she had just felt.
Bai Heng gasped, his body trembling as she was pinched.
He chuckled.
But Sang Li felt that he was saying he was in pain.
Sang Li said matter-of-factly, "Serves him right."
Bai Heng's mood improved considerably: "If you keep doing this, I'm really going to bite you."
What he actually wanted to say was, "I'm about to kiss you."
But at this moment, kissing seems more ambiguous and erotic than "sexual intercourse".
Sang Li was currently half-lying on him.
His body wasn't lying completely flat; it was still slightly turned to the side.
Sang Li blinked quietly, neither backing down nor speaking. She simply extended a finger and lightly, without any defensiveness, tapped his chest: "Then you need to calm down first. If you bite me, your condition might worsen. Then you'll just be like a little boy crying for candy, begging me."
Bai Heng: "..."
It's over.
He felt that Sang Li seemed to be quite addicted to this.
Her fingertips slid from her chest to her collarbone, then upwards, landing on her Adam's apple, which, though she was on top of it, was trembling slightly.
Even when the two of them went out alone, he didn't dare to hope that they could share a bed. But now, things were much better than he had expected, so he decided not to hope for anything more.
Moreover, it's not always true that the easier something is to obtain, the less it is valued. This applies to both men and women; he wants to be the special one.
That day, he also heard Tang Lan jokingly say that Sang Li liked the type who "remains unmoved even when a woman is in his lap".
Oh.
Isn't it right now?
If she actually made a move, she would be terrified.
Sang Li lowered her eyes.
He looks so upset.
Or you could just reluctantly take the initiative.
A kiss can be considered a form of sexual exchange, right?
That might provide some relief.
So……
While I was thinking, suddenly...
Bai Heng rolled over so fast that Sang Li didn't even have time to react before he was pinned to the bed!
Then, he reached out and lifted Sang Li's waist, pulling her into his arms in a tender and intimate gesture.
Sang Li suddenly opened her eyes wide.
W-What's going on?!
This was the first time she had close contact with Bai Heng.
Bai Heng pressed against her and hugged her.
She seems unable to move!
Sang Li felt as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he pinned her down in the center of the bed.
She froze, her eyelashes fluttered, and she instinctively asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Bai Heng didn't answer immediately. He scooped her up, her waist dangling in the air, and pulled her into his arms.
Closely packed together.
The final position was him kneeling on the bed, and Sang Li kneeling as well.
Embrace.
Sang Li's mind went blank; she had spoken too confidently.
It's so, so, so, so full!
Don't take on a job you can't handle.
My heart was pounding.
Is this... about to begin?
Bai Heng's chest pressed against her back, burning hot beyond reason. His breath brushed against her earlobe, each breath like a spark that could ignite her heart.
“Didn’t you say,” his voice, like cold metal scorched by fire, teased Sang Li’s sensitive nerves, “that you would take responsibility?”
Sang Li dared not be stubborn. Her heavy breathing was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain. Her mind felt like it was sealed with some scalding paste, half burning and half sticky.
She could still hear the rain outside, pattering against the glass, but her thoughts had already gone awry; the rhythm and temperature were no longer under her control.
She could even feel Bai Heng's every breath hitting her neck precisely, leaving marks little by little.
She had always felt that Bai Heng's body temperature was on the colder side, but at this moment, she felt like she was melting from his burning passion.
"I..." She began, but her throat felt as dry as if it were filled with sand. Her heart was pounding so fast that each breath she took was trembling.
Sang Li tried to move back, but as soon as she moved her shoulder, his hand covered hers. His palm was warm, like a flame that quietly emerged in the night, burning away the restraint that had just been ignited in her.
She panicked.
I'm really panicking.
Bai Heng, on the contrary, found the current situation quite interesting.
He didn't speak immediately. His chin rested on the top of her head, his breathing long and drawn out, like dark clouds both near and far, rolling down layer upon layer with desires and self-control that hadn't yet settled.
He lowered his head and his lips touched her forehead.
Bai Heng's breath lingered on her forehead, as if the kiss had seeped into her very bones.
Sang Li recalled the feeling of walking on mountain paths in foggy weather when she was a child. She felt lost and unable to turn back, as if she had stepped into soft, bottomless moss. Even though it was just a light step, she would sink into it completely.
Bai Heng's hand was still around her waist: "Since you're so dedicated, how about I hold you and take a nap, okay?"
In short, it cuts through all the ambiguity like a knife.
Sang Li stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to breathe.
She wanted to retort, but found her tongue seemed to be stuck on something. Her body didn't move an inch; instead, she moved even closer.
"Um."
"What?"
I said, "Okay."
Bai Heng: "Then go to sleep."
Sang Li: "Are you uncomfortable if you just sleep?"
Bai Heng said gently, "Stay with me."
In the darkness, Sang Li hesitated for half a second.
Then, he straightened his back and put one arm around Bai Heng's neck: "Open your mouth."
Bai Heng's pupils trembled slightly.
But Sang Li seemed to have abandoned all hesitation, her soft lips covering his, slightly parted: "Let me help you."
His body, which had been relaxed, suddenly stiffened, and Bai Heng, as if possessed, followed her breathing rhythm. The intoxicating scent rippled and mingled between their lips and tongues.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and leaned her body against his chest.
It seems that nothing exists at this moment.
He could hear the wet sound of water.
Not long.
Sang Li left him: "And now?"
"I..." Bai Heng hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"Go to sleep."
Sang Li pulled hard, and the two fell back onto the bed.
She snuggled into his arms: "Just stay like this, call me if you need anything."
Bai Heng: "Okay, goodnight."
"good evening."
However, Sang Li felt that she definitely wouldn't be able to sleep.
Bai Heng hugged him too tightly.
His arms acted like a warm barrier, imprisoning her.
The two slept facing each other.
Unlike Lu Jin, who liked to hug him from behind.
However, at first I was nervous, and later I felt sleepy.
She shifted in his arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing unconsciously aligning with his.
She changed her position, and to her surprise, it felt so comfortable. Her nose brushed against his slightly cool skin, and she caught a whiff of the crisp scent of soap, a grassy fragrance, like the mist drifting through the shadows of trees.
She really fell asleep.
Bai Heng, however, did not sleep at all.
His breathing was even, his eyes were open, and his eyelashes cast dappled shadows in the dim light of the rainy night.
So cute.
She curled up into a ball, her breath falling on his collarbone like a cat.
Her hair clung to his chest, carrying a faint scent of shampoo, along with her own subtle, slightly sweet fragrance.
Bai Heng quietly lowered his head, his nose close to her hair, breathing in that faint scent that belonged to her.
It was softer than he had imagined.
He had never slept so close before. He had never imagined that he would crave this unguarded, boundless warmth.
The night is still long.
But he knew he probably wouldn't be able to sleep that night.
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