Chapter 11
Xie Changshi just came out of the bathroom.
She was wearing a soft black silk pajamas, the collar of which was not fastened yet slightly open, revealing her concave cold white collarbone and slender neck.
The damp hair swayed slightly under the light, and a drop of water was about to fall from the top.
After holding on for a few seconds, it finally flowed into the skin with a "plop" sound, wetting the fabric a little.
Rong Jing swallowed uncomfortably, feeling his little fangs itching even more, and the desire to suck in his heart began to surge like the night sea.
So greedy, really greedy.
After careful calculation, he realized that he had not ground his teeth or drunk blood for twelve years.
He didn't miss the boy's eager gaze, like a hungry kitten catching a fish, the thirst in his eyes almost overflowing. Xie Changshi's eyelids slightly closed, and with his long fingers, he pulled off the damp towel and tossed it on the cabinet beside him. His voice was a little hoarse from the night, and he asked, "Didn't you just brush your teeth?"
Unsure whether he was refusing or agreeing with the question, Rong Jing stood obediently at the door and did not step forward. Instead, she replied, "My teeth just felt itchy when I was brushing them."
Then he thought about the past when he often bit Xie Changshi's shoulder to check the quality of his teeth, and he felt that not only his teeth were itchy, but even his heart became itchy and unbearable.
"Do you need me to undress?"
The man asked in the silence.
Rong Jing's eyes lit up, but he felt that twelve years was indeed a long time, so long that Xie Changshi was no longer familiar with such things, and he even asked him whether he wanted to take off his clothes.
Rong Jing gave the choice to Xie Changshi: "It's all fine, I can bite it anyway."
Xie Changshi raised his eyebrows slightly, and without asking any more questions, he said, "Come here."
The night is quiet.
The lights in the master bedroom weren't bright, but rather dim and blurry. Xie Changshi leaned against the dark sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his pajamas undone, though he'd kept them on. He tilted his head back, his taut, slender neckline emphasizing the beauty of his figure. Rong Jing knelt on his trousers, her exposed calves gleaming brighter against the backdrop of the sofa than frost and snow.
It had been a long time since they had done this, and when Rong Jing put her lips on the side of the man's neck, she was actually a little nervous, which was unusual.
He could hear his heart pounding rapidly.
"Why don't you bite it yet?" The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice sounded even hoarse and deep than before.
Rong Jing hesitated for a second, then told the truth: "I'm a little nervous."
Xie Changshi laughed.
He, the one who was bitten, didn't feel nervous, but the one who bit him became uneasy first.
He placed his long fingers on the back of Rong Jing's head, threading them through his short, soft, black hair, and urged him in a low voice, "Bite quickly, and then go rest after you're done."
The warm breath on his skin caused layers of tremors. Xie Changshi's sight hit the light above his head, and the halo spread in circles in his eyes. The strange feeling caused by not being close for many years made the skin on his lower abdomen become extremely tight and hard.
First the soft lips, then the cool little fangs.
The fangs pierced the skin and sucked out blood.
After twelve years, Rong Jing tasted the familiar taste of blood again, and he felt a little dizzy. His palms unconsciously pressed on Xie Changshi's waist and abdomen and curled up slightly. The strength of sucking blood increased involuntarily, and the whole world seemed to start turning upside down.
Until a low groan sounded in his ears, like a bell that suddenly woke him up from his sweet dream. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes changed from blurred to clear.
He stepped back slightly, raised his eyes, and was not surprised to see Xie Changshi's slightly tense face.
As if sensing his inattention, the man slowly opened his eyes. A hint of subtle restraint was etched in his dark pupils, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing. After a few seconds of composure, Xie Changshi whispered to him, "Are you full?"
Rong Jing actually didn’t feel full.
If he were to drink as much as he wanted, he could drain Xie Changshi dry.
He extended the tip of his tongue and gently licked the wound left by the teeth mark, and asked him softly: "Did it hurt you?"
"fine."
Xie Changshi was not being stubborn. In his opinion, the pain of having his skin pierced by teeth was not much different from being pricked by a needle. It was just that Rong Jing might not understand it clearly. Every time he bit the skin on his neck and sucked it, the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, rushing in his veins.
This kind of... magical feeling was enough to make him tremble all over.
"I'll drink it next time." Rong Jing had already prepared himself and took out a Band-Aid from his pocket, using it to cover the obvious teeth marks.
But he did not get up from Xie Changshi's body.
The teeth moved down and bit the man's right shoulder.
Grinding teeth and sucking blood are completely different feelings. The latter requires the teeth to be inserted into the blood vessels with force, while the former is just like a little kitten, rubbing against the skin and bones little by little. The fine pain covers the entire shoulder, but occasionally it will be swept by the boy's soft tongue tip, leaving a wet tenderness.
The wall clock struck twelve, and Rong Jing floated back to the second bedroom. While lying on the bed, she licked her little fangs with the tip of her tongue, savoring the delicious taste of blood.
However, Xie Changshi, who was standing in front of the mirror on the other side of the wall, looked at his shoulders covered with dense teeth marks and raised his eyebrows.
When I returned to the bed, the phone placed next to my pillow suddenly rang.
He lowered his eyes and looked over.
It was a WeChat message from Rong Jing.
Rong Jing’s WeChat account is called Ajing, and his profile picture is a funny Q-version cartoon picture of a little zombie, which is very cute.
A Jing: I decided to make good money in the future.
Why did this idea suddenly come to me in the middle of the night, or after the fact?
Xie Changshi sent him a question mark.
A Jing: I’ll buy you a lot of Band-Aids.
Xie Changshi: “…”
So that's how it is.
…
Around six o'clock the next morning, Rong Jing vaguely heard a sound coming from the master bedroom next door.
He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he didn't take it seriously.
Xie Changshi glanced at the door of the second bedroom, turned around and went downstairs for a morning run, which had been his habit for many years.
After his morning run, he returned home and made a simple breakfast before going to the second bedroom to pick up the sleeping little zombie.
Leaning against the door frame, looking in the mirror and brushing her teeth unconsciously, Xie Changshi reminded her, "I have to go to the company today. Is it okay for you to be home alone?"
Go to the company and be alone at home.
A few key words drove away Rong Jing's sleepiness. He opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look over. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said, "I have to go out today too."
"Something to do?"
Although Xie Changshi didn't expect what could happen to the little zombie as soon as he arrived in Yancheng.
But unexpectedly, Rong Jing said sternly, "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I would earn money to buy you a Band-Aid?"
Xie Changshi: “…”
It turns out it wasn't a joke.
Rong Jing didn't know what Xie Changshi was thinking. He spat out the foam from his mouth, washed his face, and then walked over to Xie Changshi and began to share his plan to earn money to buy Band-Aids. "I've decided to set up a fortune-telling stall like that sister. Although five hundred yuan a fortune-telling seems a bit expensive, there are always people who need it."
"Have you decided where to set it up?"
"Just over there at the mall yesterday."
Xie Changshi was silent for a moment. In fact, he didn't really want to interfere with Rong Jing's daily life. Twelve years ago, Rong Jing was still young, and it didn't seem like a big problem for him to wait at home all day like a kitten. But now Rong Jing has grown up, and he needs his own space and his own career.
But before that, Xie Changshi told Rong Jing everything that might happen: "Maybe there will be no business for the whole day."
Rong Jing didn't care at all, and even said with a sense of righteousness: "Then I'm already with you, right? And you have several band-aids in your medicine box, so it's not too urgent."
Xie Changshi laughed: "Okay, I'll ask Song Qing to prepare it for you and send you over."
Rong Jing nodded.
Changhua Street is a place specially opened up for many businessmen to set up stalls. Rong Jing found a corner, placed the tortoise shells and copper coins on the table, and then sat behind the small table to take pictures for Xie Changshi to see.
Next to him was a small stall selling freshly squeezed orange juice. The owner, a young man in his mid-twenties, glanced curiously at the tortoise shell before landing on the sign that read '500 per divination'. He paused for a moment and then warned, "Your prices are too high. No one will come to you for divination."
Then he pointed to the corner across the street and said to Rong Jing, "There's also a fortune teller there."
Are there any colleagues?
Rong Jing stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look over.
I didn’t see the stall owner, but I saw the backs of the customers who were surrounding the stall in a circle.
Young man: "He told fortunes twenty-one times."
Rong Jing opened his eyes wide: "So cheap?"
The young man nodded: "So you'd better lower the price as well."
However, Rong Jing just shook his head and answered seriously: "It can't be reduced."
Five hundred yuan for a divination is actually great value for money.
Besides, things like fortune-telling...can't be forced, it depends on fate.
Although no changes were made, in order to thank the young man for his kind reminder, Rong Jing took out his mobile phone and bought a large glass of freshly squeezed juice for 18.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Rong Jing received a call from Xie Changshi. He happily picked up Turtle Shell, turned to the parking lot, and got into the luxury car.
There was not only Xie Changshi in the car, but also Song Qing sitting in the passenger seat.
Special Assistant Song saw Rong Jing's excited and joyful face through the rearview mirror, and said with a smile, "It seems that Mr. Rong has gained a lot today."
Rong Jing nodded: "Yes, yes, I drank three glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, ate six starch sausages, three charcoal-grilled chicken legs, six small cakes, and four boxes of stinky tofu..."
He thought for a moment and added, "And two family burritos."
Song Qing: “?”
Huh? Is this the harvest he was talking about?
And how can Rong Jing eat so much with such a small stomach?
While Song Qing was still immersed in shock, he heard Rong Jing's voice with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that the food anchor Sister Liu Liu who I met yesterday didn't come out to set up a stall."
Otherwise he could have eaten several more cakes.
Song Qing: "...Excuse me, how much did you earn today after working so hard?"
Rong Jing took out his phone, glanced at the records, and said confidently: "-402."
Song Qing: “…”
Sorry to bother you.
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