Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Coax Him
When Song Jianan was lying on the bed with her knees hugged, crying uncontrollably, Song Yuqiao came back.
He held a stack of books in his hands.
With tears still hanging on her cheeks, Song Jianan looked at Song Yuqiao blankly.
Song Yuqiao paused for a moment, walked a few steps to him, and put several thick books in front of Song Jianan.
Song Jianan looked down and saw some books about flower planting.
Song Yuqiao spoke calmly, as if discussing something unimportant: "I happened to come across a flower exhibition in Country D, so I bought a few books and a few pots of flowers that were airlifted in. They're all newly cultivated varieties, and they're in the greenhouse. You can go take a look when you're free."
Song Jianan stretched out his hand and lightly touched the title of the book on the cover with his fingertips. He was in a trance for a moment. When he looked up, he almost thought that Song Yuqiao had a smile on his face and a gentle look.
Taking a closer look, Song Yuqiao was still as cold as before, with a pair of narrow eyes staring at him steadily, full of oppression in his eyes. No matter whether Song Jianan liked it or not, he had to accept the gift.
Besides, Song Yuqiao gave him a way out, so why shouldn't he take it down?
Song Jianan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, hugged the book in his hand tightly, and forced a smile on his face, his voice still tinged with tears: "Thank you, brother."
Song Yuqiao looked at his forced smile and frowned slightly.
Song Jianan shrank back holding the book.
Song Yuqiao suddenly squatted down, reached into the quilt and grabbed his ankle, and pulled it gently, exposing his slender and beautiful ankle to the sunlight.
Song Jianan didn't know what he wanted to do. He felt inexplicably flustered, but he held his breath and didn't dare to move. His round eyes stared at Song Yuqiao's movements nervously.
Song Yuqiao took out a box from his pocket, which contained a red rope chain.
He took it out and buckled the red rope around Song Jianan's ankle. The silver bell made a crisp sound with his movement.
The skin on the ankles was made even whiter by the bright red color, and the delicate and small ankle bones inexplicably revealed a sense of astringency.
Song Yuqiao's hand still lingered on it, his fingertips stroking it intentionally or unintentionally, making a tinkling sound, and the sound was amplified several times in the silent room.
Song Jianan pursed his lips and tried to pull his foot back.
"I saw that this anklet suited Jiajia very well, so I bought it." Song Yuqiao stared at it for a moment and commented, "It really suits Jiajia very well. It's very beautiful."
Then asked: "Does Jiajia like it?"
He put it on me without my consent and even asked me if I liked it.
Song Jianan pouted and replied obediently: "I like it."
He moved his feet, but they were held so tightly that he couldn't move.
Suddenly, Song Yuqiao lowered his head and kissed her smooth ankle with his cold lips.
It was as if a slight electric current instantly ran through my body, and my toes curled up subconsciously.
He looked at a loss, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Brother..."
After a moment, Song Yuqiao restrained himself and raised his head, loosened his hand, stood up calmly, and looked at the back of his neck.
Song Jianan subconsciously covered the back of his neck, fearing that he would try to bite him again.
Song Yuqiao looked away, bent down, picked him up, strode out, went downstairs, and put him on the sofa.
Wherever the two of them passed, silver bells rang softly and the icy pheromones lingered, blatantly revealing that they had just experienced sex.
However, the servants were all Betas. In the entire villa, no one except Song Yuqiao himself knew that Song Jianan was covered with his pheromones.
But just by looking at the two of them, you can guess what happened.
Song Jianan lowered his head and tugged at his collar, but it not only failed to cover the red spots on the back of his neck, but instead caused the clothes to sag down in front of his chest, revealing the tempting red marks. He only looked back and ignored the front.
He pulled it back and forth a few times, but finally had to give up the attempt to cover it up, which only made it more obvious.
Fortunately, there were few servants in the villa, and they were all at their respective posts, so no one noticed his appearance.
His eyes followed Song Yuqiao, but he didn't know what Song Yuqiao wanted to do.
After a while, Song Yuqiao came over with a medicine box.
It turned out to be to disinfect his wound.
Song Yuqiao moved very lightly.
The pheromone injected into the back of the neck could not be contained and quickly dissipated after a burst of violence, but severe pain still remained in the small wound.
Song Jianan tilted his head and saw his sharp brows that were serious and cautious, and thought blankly.
Song Yuqiao is really competent and can be very meticulous with a lover.
After disinfecting, Song Yuqiao put the medicine box back.
Song Jianan touched the back of his neck which was still aching slightly, and realized belatedly that Song Yuqiao had just given him a book and put an anklet on him to coax him.
He opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.
Thinking of the book Song Yuqiao gave him, he felt particularly complicated.
He subconsciously hid this complexity, not wanting Song Yuqiao to see that he still remembered the past. Although Song Yuqiao might not care.
Song Jianan was already hungry because he hadn't gotten out of bed all morning.
Lunch was ready and they sat down at the table.
Perhaps because of the accident that happened just now, Song Yuqiao was extra patient with Song Jianan. He put a cushion on the stool for him and gave him a small pillow to lean on behind his waist.
Butler Xue was not surprised at all. He was very professional, smiling, and had no intention of prying into his employer's privacy.
Song Jianan couldn't help but blush slightly and continued to eat.
He was very hungry in the morning, so he couldn't wait and stuffed the food into his mouth in big mouthfuls, filling his cheeks up.
Song Yuqiao frowned fiercely, "Jia Jia, eat slowly."
Song Jianan grunted twice in response, without slowing down at all. He finished a chicken leg in two or three bites and was about to scoop up some rice when his bowl disappeared.
He turned around and saw the two bowls in front of Song Yuqiao. He looked up into a pair of cold eyes. He felt guilty and lowered his eyes. He couldn't help but slow down his chewing. He tightened his grip on the chopsticks and said in a vague voice: "Pot... Wo's bowl..."
However, a hand reached out to the bowl secretly under Song Yuqiao's nose.
Song Yuqiao squeezed his hand and said, "Jia Jia, eat slowly, or..."
"I'll feed you."
Song Jianan quietly raised his eyelids.
Song Yuqiao looked at him solemnly, not joking.
Song Jianan retracted his hand and said, "Then I'll eat slowly."
He didn't want Song Yuqiao to feed him. Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Song Yuqiao pushed his bowl back.
When he was eight-tenths full, Song Yuqiao didn't allow him to eat any more.
Song Jianan glanced at his face and could only watch helplessly as the unfinished food was taken away.
After lunch, Song Yuqiao went to the study, apparently busy with work.
Since he was busy with work and had no need to go to bed, Song Jianan thought it was time for him to leave.
He called out to Song Yuqiao.
Under Song Yuqiao's gaze, he couldn't even say a simple goodbye: "Brother, I, I want to go back."
Song Yuqiao looked over with cold eyes, "Where are you going back to?"
Of course he went back to school, where else could he go back to?
Song Jianan was a little confused, but still replied obediently: "Go back to school."
In an instant, Song Yuqiao understood what Song Jianan meant when he said on the phone that he would come back when he got home.
He looked at that well-behaved and innocent face with a cold look in his eyes.
A few seconds later, he raised his leg and walked towards Song Jianan.
As the tall figure approached, a large shadow completely enveloped Song Jianan, making it cramped and oppressive.
Song Jianan watched the distance between the two of them getting shorter and shorter. Song Yuqiao had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were cold and stern.
A moment of fear instantly filled my heart, my breathing stopped, and my fingers gripped my trouser legs. In just a few seconds, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my back.
Song Yuqiao asked: "Jia Jia, didn't you say that you would move back home when I came back?"
Song Jianan was so frightened that he couldn't even form a single sentence: "I...I...don't..."
Song Yuqiao didn't seem to care about his answer. His voice was as cold as ice and stone, and he didn't allow for any rebuttal: "Jia Jia, give up the school dormitory and move back."
Song Jianan suddenly looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. He shook his head and grabbed Song Yuqiao's hand, "Don't retreat..."
Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes, indifferent, "Jia Jia, wouldn't it be better for you to go home and live?"
Song Jianan looked timid and shook his head and replied, "No... not good."
Song Yuqiao asked again: "Then why don't you go home?"
Song Jianan's outstretched hand dropped down and his mouth closed tightly.
Song Yuqiao's eyes were cold as he waited for his answer.
The silent confrontation was like a guillotine hanging over one's head. Time passed so slowly that it was frightening, and one didn't know when the guillotine would suddenly fall.
Song Jianan's cheek was wet, and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, with a slight tremor: "I will come back to live here, can you not check out of the dormitory?"
He heard a faint sigh, and then a hand wiped the tears from his face.
Song Yuqiao raised his chin, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared, revealing an expression that Song Jianan could not understand.
He leaned over and placed a kiss on Song Jianan's lips, "Jia Jia, treat this place as your home, okay?"
Song Jianan murmured, "Okay."
Song Yuqiao: "I'll ask the driver to bring your belongings back."
Song Jianan's eyelashes trembled, "I want to go by myself."
Song Yuqiao stared at him for a few seconds and nodded: "I'll ask the driver to take you."
Song Jianan returned to school, still feeling a little confused.
He just wanted to keep a way out for himself in school. If Song Yuqiao soon got tired of him, he would still have a place to stay.
Song Yuqiao, however, was very bothered by this. He thought that maybe it was to make it more convenient for him to sleep with him, and also to show that he, Song Yuqiao, was a generous financial sponsor who didn't mind his lover living in his home.
This is the path he chose. He enjoys Song Yuqiao's protection and cannot disobey him.
Since he depends on Song Yuqiao, he has to accept all of Song Yuqiao's mood swings.
He was slightly stunned. How long could he stay with Song Yuqiao?
Is one year okay?
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