Chapter 78: The Bad Kid…
Winters in Vanke City are always bitterly cold, with the wind howling and swirling snowflakes. The villa is designed to be well-lit, and although it is daytime, the heavy curtains are all drawn to block out the sunlight, making the interior private and warm. By the fireplace, a match is burning and popping sparks, but these sounds are quickly drowned out by other small noises.
Ying Shixue's usually meticulously styled black hair was now disheveled, with a few strands clinging to his face after being damp with sweat. His cheeks and neck had a pale, porcelain-like appearance after being soaked in water. He was kneading a crumpled dough ball in his hand, and the thin bones in his fingers were taut from his fingertips to the back of his hand. If you looked closely, you would see that his whole body was trembling slightly.
Song Mingli slowly and deliberately bit his ear, neck, and collarbone, leaving red marks. When he stopped, he raised an eyebrow and asked leisurely, "Why did you stop?"
Ying Shixue bit her lip hard to prevent herself from making any strange noises, struggling to control her breathing: "You...you've had enough...that's enough."
His bite marks on her lips were so deep that they were starting to swell and become red and inflamed. If he continued to bite, the skin would probably break.
Song Mingli clicked his tongue lightly, and an arm crossed from his waist to his chest, his large hand pinching his chin. His index and middle fingers easily parted his lips, which were being tortured by their master, and then he reached in and stirred the soft tongue inside.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Like his height, which is far above average, Song Mingli's fingers are also very long, with distinct, slender, and powerful knuckles. Due to years of exercise, there are thin calluses on the fingertips, which can reach very deep inside the skin. When the fingers scrape over the delicate skin, they leave a very indescribable tactile sensation.
Song Mingli's fingers mimicked that frequency, repeatedly thrusting against his mouth. The identical movements gave Ying Shixue an extremely absurd yet arousing feeling, and physiological tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
That's when Cao made him cry again.
Her butterfly-like eyelashes were wet, and saliva that she couldn't swallow in time stretched into a shiny silver thread down the corner of her mouth. Ying Shixue's body slid lower and lower, and she almost had to use her elbows to support herself on the table.
My original intention was to get out of position and move away to feel better, but unexpectedly my waist became even more so, as if I were being soaked in a box and stretched out even more.
Song Mingli was clearly pleased. He subtly gasped and then exhaled, whispering a laugh in his ear, "Baby, weren't you going to make me dessert? It seems like it's not finished yet."
Ying Shixue has been quick at learning things since elementary school, and he is also very dexterous. He can usually complete complex puzzles and desserts in one go, things that would take most people several attempts.
But almost half an hour has passed since the beginning, and the tray on the table where the dough should have been placed is still full of crooked and misshapen pieces. Various models and tools are scattered all over the table. He has been stripped naked, and his soft apron has not covered any of the places that should have been covered. The white porcelain table surface where Ying Shixue's arm had just been supporting her is now covered with a misty outline of water vapor.
The sensation of fingers that didn't belong to him invading his mouth was so vivid that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, only letting out sobs and whimpers. Even so, his cries were broken and intermittent, making him look like he had been bullied terribly.
Song Mingli showed no sign of letting him off the hook, relentlessly teasing him with the grinding stone. His gaze swept across the table before returning to his focused expression: "Why are all the ones you made today like this? Did you not put your heart into it?"
Ying Shixue was forcefully pulled upright by him, and Song Mingli continued, "That won't do. Good children don't shirk their duties; only disobedient and lazy ones..."
"Yes, kids like that usually get punished."
Ying Shixue was almost driven to the brink of collapse by him, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string. Song Mingli turned his face towards him, looked into his beautiful eyes that were unfocused and lost, and gently kissed the corner of his eye: "Why are you crying like this?"
His tone was gentle and compassionate, as if he wasn't the one who had caused the person's condition.
The more tender and affectionate the kiss, the more ferocious and brutal Xia Shen's movements became. Song Mingli sucked and rubbed the earlobe between his teeth, the body in his arms trembling uncontrollably. When they brushed past each other at a certain angle, Ying Shixue's pupils suddenly contracted, her back suddenly stretched backward to an almost broken angle, her neck arched high, and then she began to struggle violently with all her might.
Song Mingli keenly sensed something, and with a forceful pull, he wrapped his arms around his slender waist, pressing his lover tightly into his embrace: "Is it here?" Then, using the same angle as before, he thrust hard into him.
Ugh...! The doubled sensation of the chopsticks flashed through his limbs and bone marrow like lightning, every nerve ending was being whipped in the most cruel way. Ying Shixue almost lost his voice. For several seconds, his consciousness was cut off and his vision went blank. Then he was forcibly awakened. The storm was fierce and turbulent. Finally, Xiao Fu twitched weakly in the next second.
"Can't."
Just as they reached their climax, they were abruptly stopped. The intimate words spoken between lovers were so cruel and inhumane. Ying Shixue's inner thighs convulsed. Song Mingli gently kissed his water-soaked cheeks: "Your body is too weak. If you ejaculate too frequently, you won't be able to take it."
“Not just today, but every day after this, you can’t do it on your own in secret. And even at times like this,” he shifted suggestively, and sure enough, he heard a sobbing sound that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, “you can’t come out without my permission.”
Bastard, tyrant, despot, beast, pervert... Ying Shixue cursed him with every name she could think of, but Song Mingli showed no shame whatsoever, and even listened with great interest: "Keep cursing."
Bastard...bastard...
In short, no matter how much he cursed, he ended up getting a good scolding. Breakfast was naturally delayed. Song Mingli carried him to the bathroom and carefully washed him. After drying him off, he wrapped him in a small cashmere blanket to make sure he wouldn't get cold. He then held him on his lap and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
He had just cried so hard that his eyelids, nose, and chin were all red, and he wasn't in good spirits. He only ate a couple of bites before pushing the food away.
Song Mingli frowned as he looked at the food that had just been taken down to the next level, belatedly realizing his mistake and feeling regret.
Ying Shixue had a thin frame and was very thin, with her wrists and ankles being extremely slender. Sometimes when he held her in his hand, he would worry that if he used too much force, he might break her wrist.
"Would you like to eat a little more?"
Ying Shixue was still angry with him, so she turned her head away and ignored him.
Song Mingli softened his voice even more: "I was wrong, baby, I shouldn't have bullied you like that... Please forgive me this time, okay?"
Ying Shixue still refused to pay attention to him, so Song Mingli hugged her, kissed her, and coaxed her. He finally managed to coax her into eating a little more, but she refused to eat any more no matter what.
Okay... Song Mingli rubbed his lower abdomen, feeling the warm and supple skin under his palm. It was about the same amount of food Xiaoxue usually ate. If she ate too much, he would feel uncomfortable later.
"Want to take a nap?"
Ying Shixue was already nestled in his arms, half asleep.
After working hard for more than a month, and then being forced to exercise for so long this morning, I was exhausted and of course I was sleepy.
Song Mingli adjusted him to a comfortable position, letting him lean against him, and gently rocked him as if to lull him to sleep.
Her chest was hard and burning hot. The person in front of her was the one she trusted and relied on the most. The unparalleled sense of security brought by this made Ying Shixue's consciousness gradually blur and she finally fell asleep completely.
Song Mingli gazed at his sleeping face for a long time, then gently kissed his forehead, covered him with a blanket and clothes, and quietly left.
The most luxurious old-brand shopping mall in Vanke City features a top-tier VIP lounge.
A row of salespeople dressed in identical black uniforms stood in a line, each holding a tray respectfully. On each tray, small square boxes were opened and facing the same direction, and the black velvet cloths were covered with precious and dazzling diamonds.
The manager bent down and looked at the imposing man sitting on the sofa: "Mr. Song, the diamonds you mentioned wanting to see last time are all here now."
The man was dressed in a black suit, with a handsome and aloof face. Under the overhead lights, his brow bones appeared even more prominent and his nose bridge was high. Not far away, a row of priceless and rare diamonds were displayed outside, their dazzling brilliance making the entire room much brighter.
Upon hearing this, Song Mingli gave a faint "hmm," and the manager quickly gestured to the first person in line to bring over the jewelry.
In fact, he had this idea when he saw the young woman's wedding ring in the town that day.
Or rather, the fact that he hadn't even thought of buying Xiaoxue a ring before was... truly derelict of his duty.
His inner thoughts remained completely hidden on his face. From an outsider's perspective, this capricious and powerful man merely picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then picked up the diamonds to examine them one by one.
What he wanted to order was not a style that was commonly available on the market. He had to select the most precious diamonds and then have someone make a design, creating a unique custom piece.
The manager brought over the items one by one. Although he was very curious about who this gentleman's wife was and why there was no word about it, he still demonstrated excellent professionalism and dutifully introduced her.
Considering that Ying Shixue is a man, it would be inappropriate for him to wear a diamond ring that is too large. The ring is a plain band, but a complete set of jewelry will be made using the selected pieces.
When can it be finished at the earliest?
Based on the usual pace, the manager knew that Mr. Song wanted to be as fast as possible, and he couldn't afford to lose this big client because of time constraints.
He gritted his teeth: "Four months."
Song Mingli coldly lifted his eyelids to look at him.
"Two months."
Manager: "Mr. Song, the design and subsequent communication both require time, and you've chosen the most expensive option, which involves meticulous work..."
Song Mingli took out a black gold card and pressed a number on the card reader.
The manager's eyes widened, and his tone softened considerably when he spoke again: "Mr. Song, we understand how you feel. It's not that we don't want to offer you this convenience, it's just..."
Song Mingli pressed another zero onto the card reader.
manager:! ! ! !
That's way too much!
The manager snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded in agreement: "President Song, don't worry, you can trust us with our work. We're a well-known brand, quality guaranteed. We can definitely get it done for you within two months!"
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