Chapter 63 Chapter 63 “It tastes quite healthy…
Tsk, male beauty can mislead people.
Wen Qingyang's favorite plots: The superiors bow their heads in humility, the ascetics sink into complete depravity, the rational ones wander and lose control, the favored ones seek but cannot obtain, and the flowers on the mountain top fall from the altar...
Mr. Sui fits the bill perfectly.
With someone like this kneeling in front of her, she naturally felt that it would be unreasonable not to bully him?
She squinted her eyes, her vision not clear.
She saw the pair of straight legs slightly sunken into the carpet, the firm white thigh flesh hidden by the layers of skirt, the fluffy tail stretched out from the corner and fluttered, making the calves look even more slender and smooth, and it bounced slightly with the vibration, pulling the bells on the bony ankles to make a clear sound.
She saw that the silver straps had left deep red marks on her back, and the soft burgundy laces fell on her waist, rubbing against her skin repeatedly, as if created by ambiguous lighting, and the presence of the white Adam's apple straps added a bit of pure desire atmosphere.
Wen Qingyang moved his legs, unable to tell which was softer, his hair or his furry ears. He even wondered if the other person had done any hair softening.
At a certain moment, Sui Yi was choked and started coughing continuously, but he felt a burning gaze from the top of his head to his ankles.
He raised his eyes and met the slightly hazy but still sharp phoenix eyes. He subconsciously turned around and tried to escape.
"Where are you going?"
The man was grabbed by the throat and pulled back. Although Wen Qingyang let go quickly, the feeling of suffocation still took him a long time to recover from the blush. His chest was heaving as if it was about to jump out, and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.
She picked up the water cup on the armrest table and handed it to him along with the tissue and wet wipes.
Sui Yi's fingertips were still trembling, and she lost her grip, causing a lot of water to spill. But he ignored her and only lowered his head to carefully wipe her clean.
Wen Qingyang felt his thighs gradually become cooler. He propped up his chin with one hand and glanced at the wet patch of his skirt spread out on the carpet. He couldn't tell if it was from the previous soaking or the effect just now. He couldn't help but teasingly asked, "How do you feel, Mr. Sui?"
The man was stunned: "Very healthy."
"What?"
"It tastes pretty healthy."
He looked at Wen Qingyang's eyes and saw that they changed suddenly. He suddenly realized what he had blurted out and immediately stood up and stumbled to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
Bells jingled all the way.
Wen Qingyang closed his eyes and felt a little overwhelmed for the first time: Am I asking you this?
The kind of men women like most are those who are pure and wanton, naive and mature. Mr. Sui's obedience to whatever others ask for is good in the past, and his seduction by lowering himself is also good now.
The playability is too high.
There was a rustling sound behind him, probably the bells hitting the bones of his ankles. Although the owner slowed down enough, he couldn't completely stop the bells from jumping and shaking excitedly.
Even he himself doubted whether it was the bell that was ringing or his heart beating...
"come over."
Sui Yi also closed his eyes and stood over obediently.
Wen Qingyang finally saw his entire attire, curled his lips, and waved.
Perhaps he felt it was strange, so he took a few steps and then knelt silently on the carpet again.
"Why are you so bold today? Why not tomorrow?" Wen Qingyang grabbed his jaw with his thumb and dragged him up to the armrest of the sofa. He touched his face with his fingertips and murmured, "Hmm?"
Mr. Sui looked at her intently, and within a few seconds he began to cry.
His face still looked cold, the bridge of his nose and the line of his lips on the lower half of his face were neat and simple, but the eye sockets above were about to be unable to contain his emotions, and he let the tears slide down along the spreading red.
"No, you tricked me here, why are you crying?"
Wen Qingyang spread his hands, picked up his ribbon and wiped the corners of his eyes. He didn't use enough strength, and his eyes became redder the more he wiped.
She glanced at the gold-rimmed glasses scattered on the carpet and wondered who would have thought that this thing belonged to the crying man in front of her?
"Are you still angry?" he asked hoarsely.
"Of course." She put the laces aside and stroked it with her hand. When she was about to pull away, the man's cheek bumped into her palm, and he lingered, unwilling to separate. "I thought I would see the darker version, but I met the weaker version...Okay, just say what you want to say, I want to listen, okay?"
She was in a good mood, a faint smile on her lips.
Sui Yi clearly felt the slender fingers climbing up the back of his neck and pulling at the bow tied to his Adam's apple, but he didn't open it directly. Instead, he just slid one finger in along the pearl and rubbed the rolling area casually.
He felt the pain during the intimate contact, but felt relieved: "I am, please get back together with me."
After saying the first sentence, the rest flowed much more smoothly: "I brought checks and various property transfer contracts, covering most of what I can control, whether it's an island or an RV. As long as you sign and take it, it can be transferred to your name-"
"I didn't mean anything else." He looked up, then lowered his eyes again, half sobbing, half explaining, "An apology should always be sincere. Although you don't like this kind of money-smelling thing, this is all I can give you, and myself."
"Would you be willing to accept it? I'll make more in the future."
Where do you feel wronged?
Wen Qingyang's hand had already touched the earlobe. While thinking about how to answer smoothly, he pinched his earlobe.
A "hissing" sound of gasping burst out and then was suppressed, and the touch also made her realize that something was wrong.
"You, got your ears pierced?"
Her attention was completely drawn to it. She reached out to touch the gemstone earring that was the same color as her shirt, and sure enough, she felt the expected trembling of her subordinate.
I was so focused on the puppy's unique outfit that I didn't notice anything unusual.
"Um."
It is not uncommon for little boys and old men to get their ears pierced, or it can be said that many men understand the importance of beauty when they are young. This awareness often starts with ear piercing and stays with them throughout their lives.
But it is hard to imagine this happening to Mr. Sui.
Ordinary friction can make his skin red, and bumps will take many days to fade. Now he can exchange such pain for beauty, it seems that he believes more and more in the importance of appearance.
"When did you get the shot? Why do I still feel a little swollen?"
Wen Qingyang seemed to see the patterns on the carvings, so he took a closer look and asked curiously.
"It was three days ago. It hasn't fully recovered yet, so it might not be as pretty as it used to be." His lover's breath always felt warm when close to him. He suppressed the urge to dodge, only fluttering his eyelashes and looking away. "It has your initials engraved on it."
I am willing to bear your mark.
I am your property.
Sui Yi felt a sense of satisfaction in offering himself when he thought of this, and felt that his determination to fight at that time was correct.
The opportunity to speak to her face to face was rare, and he was afraid she would gently yet politely leave again. To increase the possibility of her staying, he simply explained, "I didn't mean to not wear the chain you like."
"Yi.Ru's side effects are a bit troublesome. You've long since stopped liking it, so I stopped taking the medication and did some treatments. It's still swollen... I really can't walk with it on. Next time, I'll definitely..."
stop.
Wen Qingyang covered his mouth, too lazy to listen, and just looked at the delicate and small "ww" engraving.
It looks good with earrings, okay.
Her smile deepened, and she hooked her fingers to pry open the man's lips, playing with the tip of her tongue casually, and warned him in advance: "Don't hit other nails! I like soft and natural things. I don't prefer that touch. It's not as beautiful as a lotus blooming in clear water."
It will feel artificial.
Wen Qingyang likes pure natural products, but pure natural products are hard to find.
"I just look at the pictures of those slutty guys out there getting tongue piercings and piercings for fun." She raised an eyebrow, wrapping this request in a gentle shell. "How can they compare to you? I'd feel bad if you did."
Sui Yi looked at her straight in the eyes: "Did you agree, Qingyang?"
He envied Fang Mu's affectionate way of addressing her, and hated himself for being so dull in the love field that he had never dared to find a nickname of his own. But now he was imitating it, trying to hold his heart closer.
Wen Qingyang didn't answer.
She was very busy. She untied the white lace pearl belt and examined the more pink Adam's apple. She vaguely felt that it was different from what she remembered. She then stripped the man's clothes from top to bottom and examined them again. Finally, she focused her eyes on his neck.
Sui Yi's heart fluctuated with her silence, and he was startled by the focus of her gaze. After struggling for a while, he admitted, "Adam's apple. I had a melatonin removal surgery."
Remembering what she said just a few seconds ago, he quickly added, following the beautician's instructions: "This isn't a plastic surgery. It'll feel smooth and look good, really."
Wen Qingyang tapped the part he mentioned and saw red marks begin to appear on the skin, which seemed to be painful and itchy.
She also didn't guess that men could become warriors in order to become beautiful.
This would be even more painful, wouldn't it? I thought piercing his ears was the limit for him. How shallow!
"You don't mind Fang Mu's affairs anymore? You don't mind being a substitute? You don't mind that I have Bai Yueguang?"
Meeting her curious gaze, Sui Yi would be lying if he said he wasn't upset, but he had already come to terms with himself during these days of anxiety: "A gentleman judges deeds, not hearts. You're just too kind. All the mistakes are the fault of Fang alone, and my own immaturity and instability. How can I blame you?"
Wen Qingyang was very interested and didn't worry about any setbacks at all: "What if I lied to you just for your money, but I really love someone else..."
"You didn't cheat on other men." He couldn't help but interrupt, "There are many rich men in the world. You only cheated on me. You must like me."
"Besides, if you can lie forever, it's not really a lie."
"I will beg you to lie to me forever."
Wen Qingyang stared at the moist eyes so close to him and realized that he really thought so, and it was not just an excuse to rush into his arms.
"sorry."
He repeated these three words over and over again: "I prepared dinner and waited for you to come back, but I went to the hospital and met Fang Mu instead. I couldn't control my grievances and said those words. I regretted it a long time ago. Your birthday—"
"meal?"
Wen Qingyang pulled his hand that was kneading his legs out from under his skirt and asked in confusion.
"Yeah. I learned how to cook." Mr. Sui lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the edge of his black lace skirt. "Would you like to try it? It shouldn't be bad."
It turns out there is such a lonely and pitiful past.
It is normal for emotions to accumulate and then explode.
Wen Qingyang flipped through the contract next to them, lost count of the zeros on it, and didn't say whether he agreed or not.
He just said, "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Sui will despise you for being so self-serving?"
"I'll fix everything."
The president answered decisively.
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