Chapter 52 Suddenly I felt something very hard...
Song Mingli was very handsome. When he was not speaking, he exuded a strong masculine and aggressive aura. When he looked down at people, his eyes were as black as ink.
His eyes were long and narrow, with a dark ring in the whites of his eyes, followed by a light brown ring, and the innermost light brown ring was where his darkest pupils were.
Ying Shixue trembled inexplicably from the heat of his gaze. She subconsciously wanted to distance herself, but when she turned her shoulder back, she realized that Song Mingli had already used his body to create a space between himself and the outside world behind the bed.
“I…” He looked at the bowl of medicine.
Song Mingli gently stroked the back of his head, much like he was soothing and coaxing some small animal.
Ying Shixue leaned forward slightly, her slender fingers, pale from being deprived of sunlight, resting on her forearm, which was a shade darker than his and had well-defined muscles, conveying a soft plea.
He carefully considered his words, but finally realized that nothing could hide the fact that he was being held captive here, half-kidnapped. He still said, "I won't sneak away."
You don't need to use this method to keep me here.
Song Mingli still had one hand on the back of his neck. This small patch of skin felt wonderful to the touch, warm and delicate, almost as if it could absorb one's fingers.
Whether she believed it or not, she hummed in agreement but didn't say whether she wanted the calming herbs removed.
Ying Shixue pursed his lips, and Song Mingli pinched his chin with his other hand, forcing him to stop using his teeth to torture that tender flesh: "Baby."
"But this isn't the first time you've needed sleeping pills to fall asleep, is it?"
Ying Shixue's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to avoid the topic. But as if Song Mingli had been prepared, he pressed down hard on the back of Ying Shixue's neck, pinning him against the headboard.
"Based on the physical condition and feedback data detected over the past few days, the doctor has deduced that you have moderate to severe anxiety disorder, have a history of taking sleeping pills for at least a year, and the dosage is constantly increasing, far exceeding the normal range that most people can tolerate."
Ying Shixue's fingers gradually tightened, her cheeks were like ice and jade carvings, and after a while, her throat felt congested. When she looked up, she met Song Mingli's eyes, which were tinged with red.
Ying Shixue was taken aback. She raised her hand to touch his eyes, but Song Mingli grabbed her hand halfway, lowered his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes, and kissed her on the lips.
"I..." This feeling was so unfamiliar that she was caught off guard and at a loss. If it were someone else, Ying Shixue would probably politely and distantly say that it was okay and that it was alright.
But this is Song Mingli.
This is the only person in the world who truly cares about him.
The burning sensation in his heart traveled all the way to the corners of his eyes, and Song Mingli lowered his head to kiss away the tears.
“I will gradually reduce the dosage of calming herbs, but starting today, you will sleep with me every night.”
As expected, Song Mingli kept his word. He did need some external help to fall asleep before, but this time, instead of sleeping pills, he got his brother's embrace.
The nights in early spring are still cold. Before, Ying Shixue would turn the air conditioner on to a temperature of over 20 degrees Celsius wherever he went. It was definitely not just turned on randomly. His body was too deficient in qi and blood. Even in summer, his body temperature was low, and in winter, his hands and legs were often cold all day long.
No one outside knew that this renowned and promising young leader was so frail and weak that he was on the verge of collapse, hidden beneath his black coat.
In most cases, what remains for everyone is his eternally powerful, sharp, meticulous, and correct decision-making, and when glimpsed unintentionally, his expression as cold as an ancient glacier, seemingly indifferent to all the awe, hatred, prying, admiration, and distorted gazes around him.
The high-ranking chief is like a beauty seen from afar.
The light of midnight was already very dim, and the world had entered a quiet pause. Song Mingli looked at the person sleeping peacefully in his arms, completely unsuspecting.
Life instinctively draws you closer to the heat source, and every part of your skin is pressed against it. He probably felt a rare warmth and comfort all over his body, and his breathing became even and gentle.
A closed and warm indoor space can give people a great sense of security. Perhaps it was just the lighting, but Song Mingli's deep-set eyes seemed somewhat obscure.
He still had one arm around Ying Shixue's waist, allowing her to sleep in his arms in the most comfortable position, his five fingers gently stroking her still-locked, slender wrist.
The actions were not intimate, yet they exuded a kind of obsessive and insane quality that sent chills down one's spine at first glance.
That was a secret, restrained desire for control that they both tacitly understood.
mine.
Song Mingli placed a kiss on the long eyelashes of the person in his arms.
No one can take you away from me again.
As the first rays of dawn crossed the horizon, they shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, bright line across the ground.
Ying Shixue's fingers twitched, as if struggling to wake up.
Like soaking in a comfortably warm hot spring, after a few minutes you finally lazily open your eyes, and the first thing you see is a large expanse of bare, muscular chest.
Ying Shixue stirred slightly. Both of them were only wearing loose-fitting single-layer clothing. Perhaps they had rolled up the hems of their clothes while they slept at night, with their chests and cheeks pressed together and their thighs intimately intertwined.
A hoarse male voice sounded from above: "Awake?"
Ying Shixue's ear tips were a little red, and she propped herself up on her elbows as she tried to get out of bed.
She bumped into something and fell back down. Finally, Song Mingli chuckled softly and carried her to the washroom.
Ying Shixue was wearing pajamas and washing her face with a toothbrush in her hand.
Two stray hairs sticking up from her sleep in the mirror, paired with her snow-white, dazed face, made her incredibly adorable.
Song Mingli couldn't resist going over and kissing him: "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"
Ying Shixue spat out the toothpaste foam from her mouth and blinked, "I want to drink porridge..."
"Okay," Song Mingli agreed. "Would you like some more shrimp dumplings and other side dishes? Should we go downstairs, or should I bring them up to eat in bed?"
Ying Shixue nodded. Song Mingli had been pampering him more and more lately, sometimes to the point of spoiling him.
Just like eating, Song Mingli has always been strict with himself in this regard. He eats on time and has never had the habit of eating in the bedroom or study. Although he has been spoiling him for seven years and has always prepared snacks and water for him, it is too frequent now.
Even the most determined person will eventually fall into depravity if they continue like this.
Ying Shixue, having learned her lesson, turned around and said seriously, "I'm going to eat at the dining table."
"Okay." Song Mingli agreed to everything, carried him to the sink and made him sit down, then got him a towel to wipe his face.
It's inconvenient to have chains around your hands no matter what. Even if the chains are long enough for you to move around on this floor when you're alone, you still have to ask Song Mingli first if you want to go downstairs or into the garden.
As he raised his hand, the chains rattled.
Ying Shixue hesitated for a moment, roughly estimating how many days he would stay there, and tugged at Song Mingli's sleeve: "Could you... help me unlock the chains...?"
For a moment, Song Mingli's expression was extremely indescribable. Ying Shixue regretted her words after seeing his expression.
Actually, it's fine to wear it... He thought to himself, knowing that his brother is currently feeling upset and stressed, if he saw how many injuries his brother had suffered without his knowledge, he would probably go crazy too.
In the backlight, Song Mingli's features appeared particularly cold and stern. Just as Ying Shixue was about to speak, he suddenly smiled.
"Sure." He tapped his lips with his long, slender finger. "Give me a kiss."
Song Mingli's eyes were deep black, carrying a kind of expectation and encouragement that was not easily detected. Ying Shixue looked at his calm appearance with some suspicion. Could it be that he had misjudged him at the beginning?
But if a kiss could... He thought to himself for a moment, then slowly leaned closer.
Nose to nose, even the sensation of eyelashes brushing against skin was almost palpable. Ying Shixue smelled a dry, unkempt scent on Song Mingli. It was a pleasant scent, like a cedar forest under the sun, calm and reliable.
He unconsciously moved closer, and his lips gradually touched hers.
This was probably the first time he had initiated a kiss, and he was clearly still a bit awkward. Ying Shixue paused for a moment, then gently touched him with the tip of her tongue.
Although their lips were clearly touching, Ying Shixue could clearly feel that for a moment Song Mingli's muscles were taut to the extreme.
But that seemed to be an illusion, because Song Mingli's gaze and posture were too indulgent.
Should we continue kissing? Ying Shixue wondered.
If you want to unlock the chains, shouldn't you first show some sincerity?
He recalled the time when Song Mingli kissed him. Even if the other party didn't say anything, it was hard to change the blood of a family that had plunder and aggression flowing in its veins. During the day, he could still be gentle and caring towards him, but once he kissed him, he was simply revealing his ferocity.
At this moment, Song Mingli loosened his teeth, knowing that it was a hint for him to continue kissing.
Ying Shixue's hand, which was resting on the sink, tightened slightly for some reason, like the instinctive sense of danger and vigilance that arises when one is being watched by a carnivorous beast on the grassland.
But the atmosphere around Song Mingli was too peaceful, so Ying Shixue paused for a moment before still putting it in.
Just as the food was being carried in, a sudden change occurred. Song Mingli took the initiative and pressed forward, and the beast finally revealed its true colors, baring its gleaming fangs and devouring the tender prey that had unknowingly come to its door.
"Hmm!"
Ying Shixue's pupils contracted. Song Mingli placed one hand on his waist and back to prevent him from breaking free, and with the other hand, he supported the back of Ying Shixue's head, pulling him into his arms.
Breathing, sight, and senses were all taken away, and it seemed as if only the person in front of me remained in the world.
A white circle appeared before my eyes, or perhaps rainbow fireworks exploded one by one. Bottles and jars were swept all over the sink and rolled away on the floor.
Ying Shixue weakly pressed her hands against his chest, her body getting closer and closer. Her legs, which were sitting on the sink, were forced to spread wide apart, and when her inner thighs pressed against Song Mingli's strong waist, Ying Shixue trembled all over.
"Don't..." After a deep kiss and struggling to catch her breath, Ying Shixue finally managed to catch her breath from the overwhelming kiss, but before she could say two words, she was pulled back to the other person and kissed again.
His body became increasingly limp, and his waist became increasingly weak. In the end, his arms had to wrap around Song Mingli's neck and shoulders to prevent him from slipping down.
He thought he was supporting himself, but in fact Song Mingli had been holding him by the waist so that he could lean on him.
When they parted, Ying Shixue's eyes were watery and his cheeks were flushed from the kiss. He was panting and lying down when he suddenly felt something very hard pressing against the center of his thigh.
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