Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

The man sat on the chair and watched her bandage herself. He didn't get angry after hearing her provocative words, but laughed quietly, "Vulnerable? How dare you say that."

Anyone could tell that, on the surface, she was saying that his skin was fragile, but in reality she was making fun of him as a person.

He smiled and replied, "Why don't you dare to say it? Aren't you the one being bandaged now?"

She was only half joking.

She knew that his skin was rubbed because of the sharp belt, but she didn't know that it was because he struggled too hard, turning the already sharp edge into a dagger.

He couldn't help but struggle to break free, at first because he couldn't stand her teasing torture, and later it became a tool for him to stay awake.

Suddenly, he turned his hand and held her hand.

The temperature from the palm of his hand was scorching, and Jian Yan was surprised. The bandage in his hand fell into the medicine box with a muffled falling sound.

"what are you doing?"

Amid her surprised reaction, he said, "Since my wrist is already injured, can you please not tie me up next time?"

It was difficult to say a simple sentence, as if it took a lot of effort.

It wasn't that he was against being tied up, but he was afraid that after being tied up she would come up with new ideas to play tricks on him.

I am even more afraid that I can't bear it.

Jian Yan thought deeply about his words, and finally gave a seemingly perfect answer:

"Don't worry, I'll give you a pair of handcuffs with pressure-resistant cotton next time."

Tong Ruixiao fell silent.

"Besides, the way of playing is also different." She tapped his collarbone, the place she used to use as a wine vessel.

"Do you play like this with people outside?"

So outrageous?

“Isn’t this incredible?”

She didn't think this was a shameful way of playing, it was just a human drinking vessel.

Afraid of arguing with him again over concepts, she lied and said, "Actually, this is just a project I like. I've always wanted to try it, but I haven't had the chance."

"fraud."

He mercilessly exposed, "You are very familiar with the whole process. This is not a tentative first practice, but a repeated practice and re-test."

This is really unfair to her.

"I feel familiar with it because I have seen it many times, but this is my first time to practice it."

There was nothing she could do.

On the surface, she seemed to understand those procedures very well, but in fact, she was not that familiar with the world of love.

Most of the time she was in the audience, and sometimes she was forced to become a tool for the evildoers' entertainment, which was not what she wanted.

All in all, this was the only time she had a completely autonomous sexual pastime without being restrained or controlled by anyone and without being treated as a tool.

Although it was only a beginning, she didn't dislike it, but found it interesting instead.

There is something really pleasurable about being dominant.

She then added: "Plus, this is the most gentle and non-irritating way I've seen other people play."

Tong Ruixiao stared at her, and suddenly a word flashed through his mind: debauched.

What she called the most gentle was extremely unbearable to him. He wondered how shocking those ways of playing that she found exciting must be.

Jian Yan saw his face turning red and white, and thought that this old fashioned man was scared.

So he raised his lips and said, "Of course, you don't have to be repulsive. I am quite gentle. Although you have to serve me, I can't make you feel too uncomfortable."

This statement is very bewitching.

Tong Ruixiao recalled that she had forced him to drink just now, and she also spoke in this gentle tone.

But her actions were not gentle at all.

She held his jaw with her hand and brought him glass after glass of wine, and remained indifferent to his begging. She seemed to be deeply immersed in the pleasure of controlling another person, and there was a paranoia in her eyes that was not usually seen.

It's so profound that it doesn't seem like a disguise.

There was too much anger accumulated in her heart, and she didn't even realize it, so she had to vent it in this way.

"gentle?"

He looked down at his wrist, which was caused by her 'tenderness', "Compared to this kind of tenderness, I would rather you be a little cruel to me."

"I didn't expect Mr. Tong to have such a habit."

Jian Yan suddenly grabbed his collar, which was soaked with red wine, and pulled him towards her, "Do you want me to do this to you?"

"what you do?"

The feeling of difficulty breathing and pain as if something was stuck in the throat came without any warning.

He was caught off guard and was pulled up from the chair by her. After a moment of panic, his steps staggered a little, but he finally stood firm.

He explained with a slight breath: "I don't have any fetishes..."

Her lips pressed against his earlobe and she hummed seductively, "Hmm? Really?"

The two were so close that he could smell the scent of shampoo on her hair, seeping in through the gaps in the thick smell of red wine.

He felt her breath brushing his cheek, slowly, bringing a burning sensation wherever it passed.

I can't help but feel anticipation and fantasy in my heart.

From this angle, is she going to kiss me?

Kiss the corner of the lips or kiss deeply?

Just thinking about this makes me feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest.

Jian Yan seemed to sense something and paused for a moment.

She let him go, took a step back, and looked at him calmly with a raised eyebrow: "Your heart is beating so fast, and you still say no?"

"On the surface, you appear to be meticulous and serious, but behind the scenes, you enjoy being treated violently. Mr. Tong, you really surprised me."

As she spoke, she showed an exaggerated expression of 'I can't believe it'.

The expected kiss did not fall.

Tong Ruixiao was greatly disappointed, and his heart felt like it was scratched by a cat, itchy and unbearable. Looking at her bright red lips opening and closing, her eyes dark, countless delusional thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

He wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her fiercely, making her swallow all his teasing and turn it into sobs.

He wanted to pour the red wine on her as well. He would grab all the sweetness, as devout as a believer.

I want her to say love to him.

"Buzzing—"

Just then, the phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Both of them were stunned.

Who's calling so late?

Xiao Mu is already asleep, who would choose this time to play?

Jian Yan glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock. He walked over and picked up his cell phone. The words "Jian Yao" were clearly written on the screen.

Her body stiffened involuntarily.

Thinking of what happened last time, the depressing and weird atmosphere seemed to fill her again, making her feel suffocated.

But he still raised the phone to his ear and answered it.

The call duration was short.

Tong Ruixiao saw her face turn bad, and finally just said "I know" and hung up the phone, unlike her usual polite self.

He asked with concern: "What happened?"

She called me so late at night, it couldn't be something insignificant. And judging from Jian Yan's expression, it couldn't be a small matter.

She held the phone in a daze for a long time, and only came to her senses when she heard his words.

She raised her head to look at him, her voice as clear and cold as spring water, "Tong Ruixiao, I have to go back to Beijing tomorrow."