The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Shen Chonglu was pressed against the wall, his back against the cold wall, while his chest was pressed against a burning hot body.

He looked down at Song Yunqi, whose eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, obscuring her expression, but he could feel her hands trembling.

An overwhelming sense of urgency almost overflowed, like a long-starved animal finally smelling food.

Shen Chonglu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"So proactive?"

His voice was deep, with a slow, drawn-out ending, carrying a deliberately provocative languor.

Without making any movement, she simply leaned against the wall, letting the other person tear at her clothes, like a gift willingly being unwrapped.

"Missing me?"

Song Yunqi did not answer.

He raised his head from Shen Chonglu's collar, his narrow eyes glistening with a thin layer of moisture, the corners of his eyes reddened, and traces of dampness faintly visible in his eye sockets.

I don't know if it was caused by the alcohol or because I lost control when I touched it.

That expression was so complex; it contained longing, eagerness, the anxiety of being driven mad by desire, and a hint of unspeakable anger and embarrassment.

But they neither denied it nor told anyone to get out.

He leaned in again, his nose touching Shen Chonglu's neck, his lips pressed against his skin, his voice muffled, carrying the warmth between his teeth.

"Say something nice."

Shen Chonglu froze for a moment.

It was a very soft, almost murmured tone, with a kind of coquettishness that he himself probably didn't even realize.

It felt like something had hit my chest hard.

Shen Chonglu raised his hand and held Song Yunqi's head, his fingertips digging into his hair, letting him lean against the crook of his neck.

He reached out with his other hand and placed it on her slender waist, feeling the subtle trembling of the body beneath his palm.

He turned his head and pressed his lips to Song Yunqi's earlobe, his voice low and slow, like the deep and magnetic vibration of a cello string being slowly pulled.

"Owner."

As soon as the two words were uttered, Song Yunxi's breathing became noticeably erratic, and her fingers gripping Shen Chonglu's collar tightened even more, her nails digging into his shoulder through the thin T-shirt fabric.

"How long have you been holding back?"

Shen Chonglu's lips slid from his earlobe to his ear, took the small, soft flesh into his mouth, gently bit it, and then released it.

Song Yunqi didn't speak, but his body spoke for him.

He practically clung to Shen Chonglu, his waist and abdomen pressed tightly against the other's. The burning hardness transmitted through the thin fabric made his lower abdomen tighten in waves.

Shen Chonglu tightened his arms, turned around and switched the positions of the two people, then pressed Song Yunqi against the wall.

His palm rested on the side of the other person's head as he looked down at their face, his lips slightly parted, the corners of his eyes reddening, his pupils reflecting his own image.

"What's wrong with you today?" he asked, his thumb tracing the blush on Song Yunqi's cheekbone.

"Did you drink a lot?"

Song Yunqi did not answer the question, but instead looked up and met his gaze.

That gaze was so direct, without any beating around the bush or concealment; naked desire was laid bare in his eyes, as bright as a ball of fire.

"Kill me," Song Yunxi said, her voice not loud, but each word was pronounced very clearly.

Shen Chonglu stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, a light gleaming in his eyes, like a hunter watching his prey walk right into his trap with unwavering determination.

"OK."

"Whatever you say goes."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Song Yunxi's jawline, moving down to a small patch of skin behind her ear, where he lightly touched it with the tip of his tongue.

Song Yunxi's neck snapped back, and the back of her head hit the wall with a dull thud.

He snorted but didn't dodge. Instead, he tilted his head back even higher, deliberately exposing his most vulnerable part so that the other party could bite him.

Shen Chonglu's hand slid down his waist, lifting the hem of the loose T-shirt. When his fingertips touched the bare skin, both of them gasped at the same time.

"Go to the bedroom," Song Yunxi said.

Shen Chonglu acted as if he hadn't heard, his hand still pressed against that small patch of skin, his thumb slowly rubbing it in circles.

Song Yunxi waited for two seconds, and seeing that the man did not move, she reached out and pushed his shoulder with obvious impatience.

I said I was going to the bedroom.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu lowered his eyes and said, "In your current state, I'm afraid your legs will give way halfway through the journey."

Song Yunqi squinted at him but didn't say anything.

Shen Chonglu obediently bent down, put one hand under his knees and the other hand on his back, and lifted him up horizontally.

Song Yunxi instinctively grabbed the man's shoulder, her movements as quick as a conditioned reflex.

He was lifted up to a height just below Shen Chonglu's line of sight. From this angle, one could see the other's jawline and the prominent curve of his Adam's apple.

"you……"

"Didn't I say I was going to kill you?"

He walked very fast, almost briskly, towards the bedroom.

Song Yunxi was being held, her chest pressed against the man's shoulder, and she could feel the power contained within his body.

He didn't struggle; he even buried his face in Shen Chonglu's neck, his long black hair obscuring half his face. He could hear Shen Chonglu's steady heartbeat, each beat heavy and deep, like a drum pounding in his chest.

Halfway there, Shen Chonglu suddenly stopped.

Song Yunxi looked up at him.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

The living room lights were dim and slanted down from above, creating a line of light and shadow between the two people.

Shen Chonglu's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like two obsidian stones bathed in moonlight, reflecting Song Yunqi's blurry image.

"Don't regret it."

Song Yunqi tightened her grip on his shoulder, her fingertips sinking into the fabric of his T-shirt.

"It's not certain who will regret it."

The bedroom lights were off.

Shen Chonglu's actions in placing Song Yunqi on the bed were not gentle, but rather rough. Song Yunqi's back hit the mattress, and she bounced.

The weight of two adults sank into the mattress, and the springs made a dull thud.

Shen Chonglu supported himself above him, with one arm resting on Song Yunqi's ear and the other hand on his waist.

The bedroom was dark, and the curtains weren't fully drawn, allowing a thin, long line of city light to pierce through the gaps.

Song Yunqi lay on his back, his loose black hair spread across the pillow. His breathing had not yet calmed down, his chest heaving, and his panting was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Shen Chonglu didn't rush to move, but just supported himself above him, looking down at the person beneath him.

The light shone from the side, and half of Shen Chonglu's silhouette was hidden in darkness, while the other half was illuminated by the light.

His eyes appeared exceptionally deep in this space where light and shadow met, his pupils reflecting a brightly lit window in the distance.

"Don't stare at me." Song Yunxi felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so she turned her head away and looked at the curtain on her left.

Shen Chonglu didn't speak. He lowered his head, his nose touching Song Yunqi's temple, and slowly slid down, past her cheekbone and the corner of her mouth, finally stopping at the side of her neck.

When your lips touch that thin layer of skin, you can feel the pulse beating beneath, rapid and swift, like a bird trapped in a cage flapping its wings.

Song Yunxi's fingers clenched the bed sheet beneath her.

Shen Chonglu moved his lips away from the side of his neck, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it up, the movement was crisp and neat, and he took off his shirt in a few quick movements and threw it to the foot of the bed.

Then came the metallic clang of belt buckles clicking together, sounding particularly crisp in the quiet bedroom.

He bent down, supporting Song Yunqi's head with one hand, and used the other to unbutton his pants.

Song Yunqi suddenly raised her hand and pressed down on his arm.

"Draw the curtains."

Shen Chonglu paused for a moment, turning his head to look in the direction of the curtains.

The gap wasn't large, but it did cast a bright line into the room, cutting diagonally from the foot of the bed and landing right on Song Yunqi's calf.

He didn't get up, but reached out and touched the remote control on the bedside table.

The sound of the curtains slowly closing echoed in the darkness, like a thick curtain slowly descending, swallowing up the last ray of light.

The room became completely dark.

Song Yunqi blinked in the darkness, unable to see anything, and her fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping Shen Chonglu's arm.

Darkness makes hearing exceptionally sensitive.

He could hear Shen Chonglu's breathing above him, deep and steady, a stark contrast to his own rapid panting. He could also hear the soft rustling of the sheets beneath him as they were crumpled.

He ran his fingers through Shen Chonglu's hair, the strands feeling both hard and slippery against his fingertips. He didn't use any force, just left his hand there, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

Shen Chonglu lowered his head and, in the darkness, accurately located his lips, then leaned in.

Song Yunxi tilted her head slightly, but this time she didn't completely avoid him. Shen Chonglu's lips brushed against her cheek, then followed her and firmly kissed her.

Song Yunxi's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against Shen Chonglu's high, straight nose.

The kiss was shallow, just lips touching lips, lacking any real skill, and even a little clumsy.

But Shen Chonglu felt his heart was beating faster than ever before, faster than when he first met Song Yunxi.

He stepped back, and the two of them were a few centimeters apart.

"Didn't you say it was disgusting?" Shen Chonglu's voice was very low, and his breathing was still unsteady when he asked this question.

Song Yunqi did not answer.

His hand slid out of Shen Chonglu's hair, his fingertips slowly moving down the back of his neck, passing through each vertebra of his spine, and finally stopping between his shoulder blades.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Shut up," Song Yunxi said.

Shen Chonglu lowered his head and chuckled, the vibrations in his chest traveling over to Song Yunqi's ribs.

He really didn't say anything more.