Ning Xuanyan's words made Wen Yugan silent.
At this time, Ning Xuanyan bit her ear again: "You want to run away after eating me up? Impossible."
Wen Yu: ...
Ning Xuanyan's heart sank slightly when he saw that she didn't react.
Based on his understanding of Wen Yu, she would immediately retort, "Who took advantage of you?" But she said nothing, neither refutating nor agreeing, as if she didn't take him seriously at all.
So the hand that was pinching Wen Yu's waist unconsciously tightened.
"Why don't you speak?"
Wen Yu then slowly spoke: "What did you say? You said you definitely like me?"
Ning Xuanyan: ...
"Who likes you?"
Wen Yu held the rope of the swing, with her legs hanging on the ground, and swayed gently: "You."
Ning Xuanyan was silent.
No matter how he behaves in his daily life, he never admits that he likes Wen Yu.
Even if he had already made up his mind and didn't care which men she had been with and was determined to make Wen Yu his queen, he would not admit it.
He said calmly: "What's the matter with liking or not, it's just a woman."
Very stubborn.
Wen Yu laughed out loud when she heard that, and leaned back slightly in his arms, looking relieved: "That's good, that's good, it just so happens that I don't like you either, and I was still thinking about how to reject you."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
The veins on his forehead twitched slightly, and he pinched Wen Yu's waist tightly against his chest, his tone was hard to tell whether he was angry or calm: "Will you die if you talk to me nicely?"
As he spoke, he took Wen Yu's earlobe in his mouth and licked it slightly, which brought about a sense of itch. Then he bit her earlobe and pulled it out, then suddenly let go and bit it again.
He didn't believe that Wen Yu had no feelings for him at all.
Otherwise she would never allow him to get close to her, hug her and kiss her.
It was like he knew in his heart that he had already fallen irresistibly in love with this hateful woman in front of him, but he was just being stubborn.
Seeing that Wen Yu was silent again, Ning Xuanyan gently pinched the soft flesh on her waist with one hand: "Why don't you speak again?"
"Ask, ask, ask. You have so many questions all day long. Do you have a hundred thousand whys?"
Wen Yu shook her head: "Talk to whoever you want to talk to. If I don't talk, it means I don't want to talk to you. In short, I just don't like you so I don't want to waste my breath..."
Before she finished her words, Ning Xuanyan took off his mask, revealing his charming face.
He held Wen Yu's chin with one hand and lifted her up, then stood behind her and kissed her from top to bottom.
Wen Yu lightly hooked the swing rope with her fingertips and raised her neck, drawing a graceful arc.
After the two of them kissed and chased each other for a while, Ning Xuanyan subconsciously held his breath and stared into Wen Yu's eyes: "Haven't you wasted enough time talking to me?"
Wen Yu looked back at him and said something critical: "But I never liked it once."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
His face froze for a moment.
Wen Yu looked bored and prepared to leave the swing: "I'm going back to my room."
Ning Xuanyan subconsciously grabbed Wen Yu's waist and pulled her into his arms: "Don't leave."
This time the pinch was tighter than any previous time.
Wen Yu turned her eyes slightly to look at Ning Xuanyan behind her: "You pinched me and it hurt."
Ning Xuanyan was startled when he heard this, and realized that he had not controlled the strength. He immediately loosened his palm and supported her waist from behind. His tone became slightly unnatural: "I didn't mean it."
"Yes, it was not intentional. It was deliberate."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
Wen Yu complained, "You must have pinched me until I was blue."
She got off the swing and walked straight into the room. This time Ning Xuanyan did not stop her. Instead, he stood there and stared at her, with emotions flickering in his eyes.
He liked every kiss with Wen Yu, whether deep or shallow.
He didn't believe that Wen Yu wouldn't like it. They were kissing so passionately, so devotedly, and so in tune with each other.
But her words just now, "There was not a single time when I loved you," inevitably disturbed his heart, and an indescribable sense of loss suddenly surged in his heart.
At this time, Wen Yu turned sideways, looked back at him, and cursed directly: "Are you a pig? You pinched me and made me blue, but you are not responsible for applying medicine to me? You are really a piece of shit."
Upon hearing this, Ning Xuanyan moved in front of Wen Yu almost instantly, picked her up, walked around the screen, and put her on the bed.
Liuchun very tactfully presented the medicinal wine, then retreated to the outer room to guard.
Ning Xuanyan had already thrown away his previous sorrow, staring at Wen Yu and couldn't help but smile: "I knew you were teasing me on purpose and said you didn't like it."
Wen Yu sat on the bed, looked up at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Actually, it's because your kissing skills are very bad."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
Wen Yu continued to add fuel to the fire: "They are all better at kissing than you."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
Wen Yu was so angry that she said, "You kiss the worst."
The medicinal wine bottle in Ning Xuanyan's hand cracked with a click, and the medicinal wine began to seep out through the crack and drip onto the ground.
Wen Yu glanced at him and pretended to hug him: "You still have violent tendencies."
Ning Xuanyan: ...
He gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Yu! Can't you say something good about me?"
Wen Yu blinked and said innocently: "Comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away."
Ning Xuanyan closed his eyes and didn’t want to dwell on this issue any more, otherwise he would be the one who would be angry to death. This hateful woman loved to play tricks on him the most.
He said in a stern tone: "Take off your clothes and I will apply medicine on you."
As he said that, he turned Wen Yu over, untied her belt, took off her outer clothes and underwear, revealing her back covered with scars.
Ning Xuanyan: ...
"Damn it!"
Ning Xuanyan stood up quickly, closed his eyes, and threw the completely shattered bottle of medicinal wine aside. His tone was as stiff as ice: "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified, let Liuchun do it."
With that, he strode out of the room, full of resentment.
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