Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and she ducked back, trying to avoid Sikong's fingers.
Sikong took advantage of the situation and put down his hand, turned his body sideways, his whole body leaning toward Wen Qing.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in panic, and in an instant, Sikong clasped his hands and pressed them on the sofa.
"manage-"
Wen Qing only had time to say a word, and Sikong's lips were pressed down.
Sikong held his lip flesh in his mouth, and his teeth gently rubbed against his lip flesh, slowly gnawing on it.
Wen Qing's body stiffened nervously. Sikong's kiss was different from Yuxing's. Compared with kissing, it was more like teasing the prey in the palm of his hand.
Apart from kissing, Sikong didn't do other actions.
Wen Qing flexed his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and did not use the props.
His eyelashes trembled, he raised his eyes slowly, and met Si Kong's dark eyes.
Sikong didn't close his eyes.
Wen Qing's heart beat faster, she quickly closed her eyes, and prayed in her heart that Sikong would be faster.
Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes, flapping his wings like a butterfly being held in his palm.
He sucked the flesh of Wen Qing's lips, and the tip of his tongue reached into his mouth, hooking the tip of Wen Qing's wet and soft tongue.
Sikong didn't cling to the tip of his tongue, but played with it casually for a while, then moved to other places, scratching the moist place in Wen Qing's mouth.
"Well… "
The palate was itchy and numb, Wen Qing uncontrollably let out a weak low hum.
Tears flowed out involuntarily, wet the eyelashes, and the slender eyelashes drooped lazily.
Poor.
Sikong's kissing movement paused slightly, he didn't feel the slightest pity in his heart, but wanted to ruin Wen Qing even more.
He raised his hand to press Wen Qing's chin, forcing Wen Qing to open his mouth, and kissed more violently.
Sikong licked Wen Qing's soft mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue fiercely, pressed against it vigorously, sucked, and forced Wen Qing to follow his own rhythm.
Wen Qing opened his mouth, and his eyelashes trembled even more.
His breath was taken away by Sikong, his cheeks, lips and teeth were filled with cool breath from Sikong.
He couldn't move his hands and feet at all, the only thing he could do was bear Sikong's kiss.
The squishy low hum and the sound of sticky water echoed in the living room for a long time.
Suddenly, Sikong's kiss gradually slowed down.
Wen Qing felt that his mouth was almost unconscious from being kissed, and felt that Sikong was slowly withdrawing, he thought it was about to end.
After a while, the sound of the door being pushed was heard.
The wooden door made a slight sound.
Wen Qing's body became more and more stiff, he opened his eyes subconsciously, and met the eyes of his boss Sikong who was close at hand.
Gleaming with bad interest.
The door seemed to be unable to be pushed open, and the people outside did not come in, but knocked on the door.
Asha's voice sounded outside the door: "Madam, Eldest Young Master."
Wen lightly paused with his fingertips and looked at Sikong.
Sikong licked his lips, opened his mouth, rubbed against his lips, and asked hoarsely, "Do you want her to come in?"
Wen Qing's lips trembled, and she wanted to speak, but Sikong didn't give him a chance to speak, so she bit his lips punishingly, and said in a low voice, "I haven't wiped it clean for you yet."
"Would you like her to come in and see?"
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, of course she didn't want to.
Sikong looked at him, saw the emotion in his eyes, chuckled lightly, and said deliberately: "Do you want to?"
Wen Qing: "No..."
Sikong lifted it up slowly, and pressed his fingertips on Wen Qing's lips, blocking his words.
He felt the wet and hot touch under his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and slowly stroked his warm and moist lips.
"Why does it get wet more and more, mother."
Wen Qing's cheeks blushed uncontrollably.
Sikong kissed Wen Qing's lips again, touching every part of his mouth.
Asha outside the door didn't know what happened inside, and couldn't hear anything.
She waited in fear for a while, but did not hear any response, raised her hand cautiously, knocked on the door, and shouted: "Madam, young master."
"The tea is here."
Asha's voice seemed close at hand.
Wen Qing knew that Sikong had closed the door on purpose, and also knew that Sikong could open the door at any time, so that Asha could see what was going on inside.
Wen Qing's body became stiffer, but her five senses became more acute.
He could clearly feel the shape of the tip of Sikong's tongue, and feel Sikong's movements and temperature.
He couldn't help humming in a low voice, his salivary glands proliferating more and more.
The kiss lasted too long.
Wen Qing's brain began to be a little dazed, her body became limp and weak, and she leaned weakly on the sofa, tears streaming down her face.
Touching his wet cheek, Sikong paused and stopped slowly.
He no longer kissed Wen Qing's lips, but rolled away the tears with the tip of his tongue again, tasted the salty and bitter tears, and smiled softly.
Wen Qing panted heavily, the fresh air made his brain spin again.
Cool fingers caressed his cheek, gently wiping away the tears on his face.
Sikong looked down at him, and asked with a light smile, "Why are you crying?"
Wen Qing's lips trembled, she opened her mouth, and said slowly: "You, you hurt me..."
He flexed his fingers, and lightly tugged on Sikong's sleeve: "Sikong, you, don't be like this..."
His voice was hoarse and sticky, with a sticky nasal tone, as if he was acting like a baby.
Sikong gave a low laugh, and slowly wiped away the tears and water stains on his face.
He lowered his head, pressed against the tip of Wen's slightly red nose, and rubbed it affectionately: "Okay."
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought to himself, Sikong still wants to continue playing.
In the next second, I heard Sikong say: "I will be lighter next time."
"I will take good care of you."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and next time...
He doesn't want to have a next time.
Wen gently flexed his fingers, his hands were so soft that he didn't even have the strength to pinch his palm.
He wanted to cry without tears, what kind of abnormality is this mirror version
He really misses the real Sikong.
Holding a handkerchief, Sikong patiently wiped Wen Qing's face dry, and casually said to Asha outside the door: "Madam doesn't want to drink anymore."
Asha: "Yes."
Wen Qing sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to make any movements, and let Sikong wipe her face obediently, for fear that any movement would arouse Sikong's desire to abuse.
Probably because the new maids are coming soon, Sikong didn't do anything else to him.
After wiping his face, Sikong put down his handkerchief and poured Wen Qing a glass of water in a good mood.
Wen Qing looked down at the teacup, not daring to touch it, let alone drink it.
After a while, the knock on the door sounded again.
"Master, madam, we're here." It was Lily's voice.
Sikong: "Come in."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, which were swollen and sore.
He lowered his head, not wanting to be seen by them.
Immediately afterwards, a hand was pressed on his chin and slowly lifted.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a dozen or so seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls standing in front of her. They were young and beautiful, wearing simple clothes.
Everyone lowered their heads, not looking at themselves, let alone Sikong.
Lily stood aside without looking up.
Obviously, before bringing them in, they had said some rules.
Wen gently exhaled, thinking that it would be good if no one looked at him.
Seeing his slightly relaxed expression, Sikong smiled lightly and said, "You are the master."
"What you can see and what you can't see is naturally up to you."
Wen Qing replied vaguely, he knew that Sikong said that on purpose.
First big sticks and then sweet dates.
Sikong casually glanced around at the people in front of him, and asked again: "Is there anything you fancy?"
Wen Qing looked at the dozen or so girls, and wanted to say that there were none, and wanted them all to go home.
And I was afraid that after I said I didn't like the ones, they would end up becoming fertilizer for roses.
For a long while, Wen Qing didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, Sikong smiled and said: "Since you can't choose well, then you can keep them all."
Wen Qing's heart sank.
More than a dozen girls showed excited and joyful expressions, and bowed one after another: "Thank you, my lord."
"Thank you sir."
…
With lowered eyebrows and no expression on her face, Lily whispered to everyone, "Come with me."
"yes."
Seeing their leaving backs, Wen Qing didn't dare to be alone with Sikong anymore, he gritted his teeth and said to Sikong: "I still have something to do..."
Sikong turned his head to look at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Are you going to find Ji Yu?"
Wen Qing didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Xiao Jiyu, she simply nodded along with Sikong's words, and said slowly: "I have made an appointment with Xiao Jiyu to have lunch together."
Sikong's expression moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes: "Really."
"Do you need me to take you there?"
Hearing what he meant was that he would not force himself to stay, Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said, "No, I, I'll just go there by myself."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing stood up cautiously and walked to the door.
Sikong looked at his back, squinted his eyes, and slowly got up.
The moment he stood up straight, he appeared directly in front of Ji Yu's room from the living room.
"Click—" The door opened.
Xiao Jiyu stood by the door, looking up at Sikong.
Sikong lowered his head, looked at the child who only reached his knees, and asked straight to the point: "These days, what did mother ask you for?"
Xiao Jiyu blinked, wrung his fingers, and said slowly: "Mother wants, please keep my wound from touching water."
As he spoke, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he said in a soft voice, "You want me to be obedient."
Sikong frowned: "What else?"
Xiao Ji Yu thought for a while: "Today I have to help my mother become more comfortable."
Sikong closed his eyes halfway, raised the corners of his lips, and asked softly, "Didn't he ask you to leave the castle?"
Xiao Jiyu was stunned for a moment, his eyes dodged, and he said slowly: "No... Mother didn't..."
Seeing this, Sikong bent down, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Does mother smell good?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded: "It smells good."
Sikong asked again: "Do you know why?"
Xiao Jiyu looked at him blankly: "Because he is the mother."
Sikong sneered, and said slowly: "He is the human being chosen by the father."
Xiao Jiyu stared at him blankly, not understanding what Sikong was talking about.
Sikong continued: "You are not the only one who likes him."
"Humans, non-humans... There are countless creatures who like mothers and want mothers."
"Ji Yu, what are you?"
Xiao Jiyu's face turned pale, and his eyes began to turn red: "I, I am mother's son."
Sikong stopped his movement, and said casually: "Because he is here now."
"There are many children who are better-behaved, more obedient than you, and more likable than you."
"Ji Yu, once my mother leaves here, he won't take another look at you."
Xiao Ji Yu pursed her lips, and raised her hand to close the door.
Sikong stopped his movement, and said persuasively, "Those human maids got what they wanted from you, what did they do?"
Xiao Jiyu looked at him with red eyes, but didn't speak.
"They're gone," Sikong smiled, and said lightly, "Ji Yu, mother also has something she wants."
"If you don't give it to him, he will stay here with you forever."