Chapter 4 Safe Word

The hotel front desk clerk was very sensible. When she saw Lu Feng helping Song Qian in, she did not step forward to help. Instead, she pretended not to see anything and kept busy with her own things.

Helping Song Qian into the elevator, Lu Feng pressed the floor button and the elevator door closed quietly.

"Hmph~~"

Song Qian was almost hanging on Lu Feng with her eyes closed.

"Don't you dare look at me?"

Lu Feng looked at the smooth elevator door, which, like a mirror, reflected the figures of the two people snuggling together.

When Song Qian heard Lu Feng's question, her body stiffened slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

By the time she was in the taxi, her drunkenness had subsided a little and she had regained some consciousness.

Now, she is not afraid to look at Lu Feng, but she is afraid to look at herself like this.

She herself didn't understand why she came back with this little man today.

She didn't even know the little man's name.

Since studying abroad, she often goes to bars to relax, chat with different men, and even flirt.

But she never crossed the line and always left before she got drunk or before the men were overwhelmed by hormones.

She enjoyed the feeling of ambiguity, pulling, being close yet distant, yet maintaining a safe distance.

Charm is her weapon, men are her prey.

She liked to play men around, looking at the greed and desire in their eyes, but trying to maintain superficial politeness. She, like an outsider, enjoyed their performance.

She is an expert in this field and is well aware of the dangers involved, so she is extremely cautious.

The first rule of hunting is to ensure your own safety.

However, human nature is complex, and personalities cultivated in different environments are also completely different.

Some are moderate, some are moderate, and some are extreme.

Two years ago, a young music teacher came to the University of California, Davis, where she worked.

He is talented, but his appearance is hard to describe.

After seeing her for the first time, he fell in love with her uncontrollably and began to pursue her fiercely.

However, she was a person who judged by appearance, so she politely rejected him.

But he did not give up. Instead, he launched a more fierce pursuit.

She was fed up with his harassment and finally scolded him harshly in front of many people, hoping to discourage him.

But she didn't expect that because of this blow, he actually cut his wrists in the school dormitory and died.

When she heard the news, she was shocked.

Even though everyone was comforting her, it was none of her business.

But she knew very well that she was the one who killed him.

Since then, she has never been to the bar again and filled all her time with work.

But it was all in vain, the guilt and remorse kept her awake all night.

In the end, she decided to give up her job at school and chose to return home.

Her parents were both highly educated and fully respected her decision. They helped her find connections and arranged a job for her, becoming the dean of a college in a university with a job related to her major.

But beyond that, she also encountered many problems that women commonly face.

Urge marriage.

Her marriage became a constant topic in her parents' mouths.

“You are already 35 years old.”

"My daughter and older children should be in junior high school now."

"It's okay to get married and then divorce, right? We'll raise the child if he's born. It's not like we can't afford it."

These nagging thoughts gave her a headache, but she couldn't escape them.

She had no intention of getting married.

She also knew very well that with her personality, she was totally unsuitable for marriage.

But the pressure from her parents was unbearable.

In addition, her sleep quality did not improve much after returning home, so she began to numb herself with alcohol again.

However, she no longer treated men as hunting targets as she did in the past.

She simply drank and went home to sleep before she got drunk.

But today, when she saw this little man, she suddenly felt an impulse that made her break her rules again and take the initiative to approach him and strike up a conversation.

Looking at Lu Feng in the mirror, her eyes were somewhat obsessed.

Compared to many of her prey, this little man can only be considered handsome.

But there was an indescribable feeling and an ineffable temperament about him that deeply attracted her.

This feeling became stronger and stronger as we drank and chatted.

She even felt that all the targets she had hunted in the past were not as good as the little finger of the little man in front of her.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Maybe she could have a child.

Ding!
The elevator door opens.

Lu Feng helped her out of the elevator, but did not move forward.

"Have you considered?"

Lu Feng looked at her and asked seriously: "It's still not too late for you to go back now."

He was responded with a kiss that still tasted of juniper berries.

Without thinking any more, Lu Feng pulled her back to the room.

Without waiting for him to close the door, Song Qian kissed him directly.

Her still somewhat limp body pressed Lu Feng against the wall, but the next moment, Lu Feng turned over and pressed her against the wall, kissing her vigorously. Raising his hands to grab and rub her, Lu Feng's breathing became heavy, and the kiss gradually turned into a bite, with increasing force.

"Um?!"

Song Qian felt pain, frowned and spoke vaguely: "You are too rough..."

Hearing this, Lu Feng paused, then relaxed.

Taking a step back, he turned on the light in the room.

The ceiling light came on, and Song Qian narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking at him in confusion.

Lu Feng didn't explain, he just turned around and walked into the room.

Song Qian was a little confused, but still followed in.

Looking at the daily items in the suite, the computer on the desk, and the river view outside the window, she asked curiously, "Have you always lived here?"

"temporary."

Lu Feng took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He leaned over the coffee table, picked up the oranges from the fruit bowl, and threw them to her: "It will help you sober up."

Subconsciously catching the orange, Song Qian looked around and felt a little uneasy.

Although she had flirted with many men, this was the first time she actually did this, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

So she started right away as soon as she entered the door.

But the first effort was strong, and the second was weak.

After Lu Feng stopped, they returned to normal communication, but she was a little at a loss.

"I like to be straightforward."

Sitting on the sofa and leaning back, Lu Feng looked at her and said seriously: "I have some private habits that I need to let you know in advance."

"Personal hobby?"

Song Qian recalled the pain she had just felt: "Like just now?"

"That doesn't count."

Lu Feng shook his head: "If you find that rough, then we may not be a good match."

Hearing him say this, Song Qian immediately understood: "I have seen Fifty Shades of Grey, are you S?"

Lu Feng asked back without comment: "Can you accept it?"

Recalling the plot in the book, perhaps because of the effect of alcohol, Song Qian felt her blood boiling and her face burning.

"I... can accept that."

She was surprised when she said this.

Lu Feng was also a little surprised. He paused for a moment before speaking: "Well... you don't have any infectious diseases, right?"

"nonsense!"

Song Qian glared at him angrily: "Do you have it?"

"I do not have either."

Lu Feng calmly explained: "This is necessary communication, for the sake of our health."

Song Qian thought it made sense, and her anger dissipated.

"I'm fine, how about you?"

Lu Feng asked.

"I don't."

Song Qian couldn't think of what to ask for a moment.

"it is good."

Lu Feng stood up.

Seeing him stand up, Song Qian suddenly became nervous and felt like her heart was about to jump out.

"Wait a moment!"

she blurted out.

Lu Feng didn't come any closer, just looked at her quietly.

"I... this is my first time..."

She felt her voice tremble slightly: "Can you... be gentler?"

"I'll guide you."

Lu Feng walked slowly and came in front of her.

Song Qian's chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

Looking into her eyes, Lu Feng said softly: "This process depends on you, you can stop at any time.

You can decide on a safe word, and when you say that safe word, it means you pause.”

"Safe word..."

Song Qian smelled the aroma of the orange in her hand: "Then let's have oranges!"

"it is good."

Lu Feng reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Song Qian rubbed it gently, and her nervous mood gradually eased.

Seeing that she gradually relaxed, Lu Feng put down his hand, untied the belt from his waist and held it in his hand.

Fold in half,

Fold in half again.

"This is your first time, so just use this."

Lu Feng looked into her eyes, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Kneel down."

(End of this chapter)

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