Chapter 49 Ying Shixue was already somewhat dazed from the kisses…
For several seconds, Ying Shixue's mind went completely blank.
He tried to move it, and the chains made a slight rubbing sound.
Chains of this rigidity cannot be opened by hand without a key.
Ying Shixue looked around the room and then realized where that vague sense of unease came from.
This room is so similar to the one he's lived in since he was a child, the one in the Bauhinia Villa.
Even the placement of the wardrobe and the patterned pendant lamp on the bedside table are exactly the same.
Ying Shixue used her elbows to support herself on the bed and slowly propped herself up.
The thin blanket slipped off his shoulders, then he lifted it and left it on the bed. Just as he was about to get out of bed, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.
With a muffled thud, the carpet, covered with a thick, warm blanket, actually didn't hurt at all.
The chains rattled loudly, and Ying Shixue stared in astonishment at her legs, only then realizing that she had no feeling below her waist.
Even the hardest and coldest things, seemingly indestructible, are still terrifying because of the fear brought by the unknown.
He gripped the blanket with one hand and raised the other to touch his legs. Before he could reach them, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a very tall person pushed the door open and entered. Then, he was lifted into the air and carried away.
He still felt weak and limp from being asleep for a long time and the lingering effects of the medicine, while the muscles pressed against him were so hard and hot.
It was like holding her own child, with her hips and thighs being steadily supported.
“I’m sorry,” the man’s voice was deep and pleasant, “I shouldn’t have left you alone in the room.”
Ying Shixue subconsciously shook her head, and when she looked up, her gaze finally met the other person's face for the first time.
The person was completely unaware, and put him back on the bed, helped him adjust to a comfortable position where he could lean against the headboard, and then very carefully covered him with the blanket.
The movements were gentle throughout, as if handling some precious, fragile porcelain.
If you look closely, you'll notice that Ying Shixue's pupils suddenly contracted, her lips trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid, to the point that she was almost out of breath.
Even so, he had no intention of looking away. His ears began to ring, and the world turned into a blurry patch of color.
He knew this was the aftereffect of his illness from the past few years starting to flare up again, and instinctively bowed his head in pain, trying to relieve it himself.
A large hand covered his mouth and nose, and he was pulled into an embrace: "It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid..."
With gentle pats and soothing strokes on her back, the discomfort gradually subsided, and Ying Shixue finally regained her normal breathing rhythm.
Physiological tears moistened her eyelashes, leaving a thin red tinge at the corners of her eyes, and even her jade-like neck was tinged with a faint pink.
The person he hadn't seen for seven years suddenly reappeared in his life.
Why is he back? Does he know about those things? Will the Xi family...?
Ying Shixue's fingers clung to his forearm, her body unconsciously leaning forward to look at him, her beautiful eyes still carrying a lingering mist.
Song Mingli put one arm around his lower back, and with the other hand slowly caressed the corner of his eye, cheek, and lips.
"I... Xi..." Before he could finish speaking, a thumb pressed lightly against his lips, stopping him from saying anything.
Song Mingli lowered his eyelids and looked at him: "Shh."
"I will deal with those pieces of trash one by one."
"But now, I don't want to hear you talk about things that are irrelevant."
He should wipe the snow and stand still in place.
Some things are hard to put into words, but Song Mingli has really changed a lot.
To avoid attracting attention, he and Song Mingli have truly been completely out of touch for the past few years.
When he left, Song Mingli was already involved in and managed major projects of SK, and he was a shining star, but he was only in his early twenties.
Seven years in the foreign lands, a place that devours people without spitting out the bones, filled with countless treachery, bloodshed, and horror, yet also possessing the wealth and power that all people in the world fervently pursue, leading to either a fall into hell or a meteoric rise to heaven.
Ying Shixue noticed a small scar on his left eyebrow, indicating a very dangerous situation; if it had gone any closer, it might have pierced his eyeball.
His skin had darkened, his features were more defined and striking, his brow bones were high and his nose was straight, and his dark eyes looked down with an indescribable sense of oppression.
And a fierce and intimidating aura that had never appeared seven years ago.
He had become the true, strong, and powerful alpha wolf in the pack. Time and years had washed away all his immaturity, giving him an indescribable and incredibly attractive aura and charm that even a group of twenty-year-old lads combined could never hope to match.
When Song Mingli came in, he first brought over the tray that was on the table and then set up a small table on the bed.
The food is fresh, fragrant, and light, steaming hot. It consists of seasonal vegetables, tender and flavorful stewed beef brisket, steamed and boiled shrimp, milky white fish soup, and a small bowl of rice.
Ying Shixue didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she touched her lower abdomen, she felt that it was empty inside.
"Eat something first, your stomach can't go hungry."
Just like many years ago, Song Mingli served him rice and set out chopsticks and spoons, and Ying Shixue reached out to take them.
His soft loungewear slipped down with his movements, revealing his slender wrist bones and a wide, menacing black chain.
Ying Shixue belatedly realized that she was locked up again.
In the moment of hesitation, Song Mingli had already avoided his hand that was about to pick up the utensils, picked up the food with his chopsticks, and then, still holding the bowl, brought it to his lips.
The movement was so natural and fluid, as if it were something that happened naturally. The bamboo shoots emitted an enticing aroma. Ying Shixue opened her mouth and ate them, biting them one by one.
His body was so weak that once his attention was diverted, it was difficult for him to think about a second thing or remember so many details.
Song Mingli successfully diverted his attention. Ying Shixue's ears turned red, and the two of them fed each other, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the room.
Ying Shixue doesn't eat quickly, and his throat is narrow. When he was a child, he was sick and the pills were too big to swallow. His father would cut them into four or six pieces and coax him to drink them with warm water.
Eating is more like a kitten's behavior. It likes to eat tender vegetable tips and soft meat. It can eat garlic but not scallions, ginger, or garlic. It doesn't eat offal or trotters. It can't handle spicy food. It can taste whether something is cold or hot. If it chokes, it will choke for a long time.
For this, both Aunt He and he, the housekeeper, put in a lot of effort, taking meticulous care of her in various ways. Song Mingli even went to the library during his university years to find many books on nutrition and recipes.
Song Mingli was definitely the person who understood his tastes and appetite the most, even more so than Ying Shixue herself. The size and speed of each bite he fed him were just right.
Ying Shixue hadn't eaten so comfortably in a long time. Before, when he ate, it felt like he was just replenishing his body's energy.
After she had almost finished eating, Ying Shixue nudged his arm, indicating that she wanted to stop.
Song Mingli didn't mind at all and finished the rest of his meal in a few bites.
Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled as he looked away. Song Mingli brought him mouthwash and told him to rinse his mouth and spit it into the basin.
After finishing everything, Ying Shixue felt a little sleepy and leaned listlessly against the headboard.
When Song Mingli came back in, Ying Shixue noticed that he was carrying a bowl of something dark in his hand.
Like a kitten, it pricked up its ears alertly and stared at him with its round eyes.
Song Mingli placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, first pulling him out of the covers and letting him lean against him.
The medicine bowl was brought over, and he scooped some out with a spoon while still holding him.
As she got closer, the bitter smell of the herbs filled the air, and Ying Shixue frowned almost imperceptibly.
Song Mingli took a sip to check the temperature. Ying Shixue seemed to want to hide in his arms, but she held back in the end, only lowering her eyelashes and quietly waiting for the bitter medicine to enter her mouth.
He knew this medicine was for strengthening the body's foundation and treating the root cause, but it was extremely bitter, and to maintain its efficacy, it had to be drunk while it was hot, so he couldn't even gulp it down.
Something parted my lips, and suddenly my tongue tasted sweet.
A faint sweetness; Ying Shixue touched it with the tip of her tooth and realized it must be a small sweet treat.
The sweetness melted between her lips and teeth, and Ying Shixue's eyebrows curved slightly.
His lips were covered by another person's lips. Song Mingli's arm, which was originally around his waist, crossed across his back, supporting his neck and putting him in a tilted-back position.
His jaw was opened, and the brown medicine was drawn into his mouth by another tongue, flowing down his throat, minimizing contact between the bitterness and his taste buds.
Ying Shixue was still a little dazed after being fed half a bowl of the herbal medicine. In fact, he had just tasted that the herbs had been cooked to remove as much bitterness as possible and that licorice had been added.
However, his body cannot consume too much sugar right now, so the amount of sweetness is controlled to an appropriate level.
The bittersweet taste lingered in his mouth, and then a small piece of candy was stuffed into it as Song Mingli continued to feed him.
By the time Ying Shixue finished drinking the entire bowl of medicine, she was already dazed from the kisses.
The stiff, formal shirt had long been replaced with comfortable loungewear. The warm, light colors made him look younger than his actual age, and his soft black hair made him look incredibly well-behaved as he sat in the fluffy blankets.
He didn't even realize that the medicine in the bowl had already been completely fed to him, and that the person who was still kissing him was actually abusing their power for personal gain.
He was enveloped in a warm and reassuring atmosphere, his lips and teeth were gently pried open, his teeth were swept over one by one, and his tongue was sucked, but not with much force.
Song Mingli, who was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, gradually leaned closer to her.
His muscular arms easily constructed a cage unique to him, slowly but surely penetrating deeper and deeper, like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water.
Her throat was almost pressed against his, but Ying Shixue was too weak at the moment. After only a short kiss, her face and eyes were red, and she was panting in his arms, her lips covered with a layer of glistening tears.
My skin is too thin; even a little pressure can leave a mark.
Ying Shixue, regaining her composure from the confusion, thought: "My leg..."
"When I came back, the doctor saw me. After years of accumulated diarrhea, and the stimulation, the nerves in my legs were temporarily disconnected."
"With continued gentle and nourishing treatment, you will gradually recover in a short time."
“But during this time,” Song Mingli kissed the corner of his eye and affectionately touched the tip of his nose with the tip of his nose, “if he wants to get down or go anywhere, he has to be carried by me or sit in a wheelchair.”
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