NOVPUBChapter 249: 249, Caring, even reluctant to say harsh words
Chapter 249: 249, Caring, even reluctant to say harsh words
Shi Yuhuan did not get angry; instead, he stretched out his arm in front of her, “Go ahead, eat, drink up, it still carries your scent.”
Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded, her little face turning bright red in annoyance. As if to retaliate, she opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder.
She bit down hard, using all her strength. She bit to the point that her teeth felt sore and she had expected Shi Yuhuan to shout out, or at the very least let out a grunt.
But he didn’t. Even as the taste of blood filled her mouth, Shi Yuhuan didn’t even wrinkle his brow.
When she’d had her fill, she released her bite.
Looking down, she saw two rows of bloody bite marks on his arm!
Shi Yuhuan looked at Song Qinghuan, her face still stubborn and angry, and said, “You’ve eaten, you’ve drunk, you’re full!”
Then, turning over to pin her beneath him, he smirked wickedly, “Now it’s my turn to eat.” 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Having said this, he once again sealed her mouth with his, his tongue invading hers deeply, starting another intense making out session.
That night, Song Qinghuan got very little rest. It was as if she’d been tossed into the ocean, each wave carrying her up and pulling her down, leaving her breathless.
Shi Yuhuan was like an unappeasable beast, relenting only once he had wrung out everything from her.
Of course, Song Qinghuan was no match for him. In the end, she could only whimper underneath him, pleading, “No more, Shi Yuhuan, please…no more…”
But Shi Yuhuan, as if he didn’t hear her, continued to possess and penetrate her crazily.
Song Qinghuan eventually gave in, falling asleep beneath him. He, too, finally released himself on her, holding her tightly, as if she was his possession, as if he wanted to embed her into himself, never to be separated…
The next day, Song Qinghuan was woken up by heavy rain. It was already late in the afternoon.
She was
the only one on the soft bed, the spot next to her already empty.
The curtains were half-closed. As she forced her heavy eyelids open, she saw heavy rain outside the window, forming curtains of water sliding down the glass, dripping onto the windowsill making a “drip, drip” sound.
“Awake?” Just as she was regaining her senses, Shi Yuhuan entered the room, dressed in a beige house robe.
Song Qinghuan tried to sit up, but her body ached severely. Her eyes blazed with a stinging sensation, just as anger surged in her heart.
Even though she was calm, Shi Yuhuan could clearly sense her discontent.
He stepped forward to hold her and helped her sit up on the bed, “It’s noon already. Change your clothes. Let’s eat.”
Song Qinghuan brushed off his hand, her tone full of mockery, “No need, I’m afraid I won’t be able to digest!”
Shi Yuhuan’s face fell as he looked at her thoughtfully.
Being a person of pride, he didn’t think there was anything inappropriate about what they did. Maybe he forced her at first, but didn’t she enjoy it afterwards?
He rarely spoke with such gentleness, yet it only invited her ridicule, inevitably irritating him.
About to issue an authoritative order, he saw tears falling from her eyes like strings of pearls.
He immediately fell silent, and she, at the sight of her tears, pushed him away and headed towards the bathroom.
Watching her retreating figure, Shi Yuhuan frowned slightly. When did he start caring about a woman so much that he couldn’t bear to utter a harsh word to her?
