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Duan Baiting did not answer, but just lowered his eyes and looked at her indifferently.

He always has a nonchalant and relaxed air about him, and no matter what happens, he can remain calm.

Song Wanyue didn't wait for a response and glared at him in dissatisfaction.

She had said it with a serious face, but this person had no reaction at all?

Maybe she looked really funny, with a breath in her mouth and her face puffed up like a goldfish.

"Nothing?" He straightened his trouser legs and sat down in front of her. He asked her back, seeming to understand what she meant.

Song Wanyue didn't believe that he didn't understand.

This guy is usually very smart and can hear even the most obscure subtext. How come he can't hear such an obvious hint now?

It was obvious that he wanted her to be more straightforward.

How to say it? Let her just say it, they haven't had sex for a long time, and she wants it?

How is that possible! She also wants to save face.

Princess Song rolled her eyes and said in a proud tone, "It's been a long time since we slept in separate rooms. Today you can sleep in the study or the guest room. I'll ask Aunt Qin to bring you the pillow."

She said coldly, then stood up and walked inside.

Duan Baiting chuckled and hugged her from behind.

He was tall, and he lowered his head slightly and spoke close to her ear. His voice was very soft, but with a hint of laughter.

"So cruel?"

The heat from his words burned her ears, and the low, soft laughter also seeped into her ears.

It felt like something was tapping gently against my eardrum, and it was itchy, so itchy that it went all the way to my heart.

She held back, keeping her tone stiff: "I don't think that's cruel enough. You can live wherever you want these days, just don't live with me."

"That won't work." His tone was calm, but his refusal was well-founded. "You like to kick off the quilt when you sleep at night. I'm worried about you sleeping alone."

Song Wanyue found his worry speechless: "I slept alone before I married you, and I was living well, wasn't I?"

"Yes, I was living well." He nodded.

Then he moved his hand from her waist to her belly and tapped lightly in the middle, "But it has left a root of illness, hasn't it?"

He seemed like a natural ruler, and every word he said was very convincing.

It's irrefutable.

What Song Wanyue thought in her heart was that it seemed to be just as he said.

She has a weak and cold constitution, her menstruation is sometimes irregular, and she suffers from severe dysmenorrhea.

When she was young, her mother took her to see a Chinese doctor and she took several prescriptions of Chinese medicine. But she was ignorant at that time and thought the medicine was too bitter, so she always poured it out secretly when the adults were not paying attention.

Now at this age, this problem still exists.

But things have improved.

The root cause is probably that when I take medicine now, there is always Duan Baiting watching me.

He seemed to have figured out all the little thoughts in her mind and knew what she was thinking.

So I had to see her finish the medicine with my own eyes before I could leave.

Song Wanyue took a deep breath and said angrily, "That has nothing to do with you."

Duan Baiting laughed again, with a hint of helpless doting in his laugh.

He held her slender wrist and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

I just finished washing up, brushing my teeth and washing my face.

Song Wanyue was wearing a nightgown with a long and wide skirt.

Duan Baiting half squatted down and rubbed her ankles.

I have never learned it and have almost no practical experience, but I can still massage it so comfortably.

Song Wanyue hummed comfortably, and even though she was still angry, she did not forget to praise him: "If you fall into poverty in the future, you might make a fortune by becoming a foot masseur."

Duan Baiting couldn't figure out whether she was praising him or cursing him.

Fix your thumb on the ankle and place your palm against your calf to apply force slowly.

Song Wanyue's body was very sensitive, and the arches of her feet straightened with pleasure.

"Last time you advised me to be a male model and sell my looks. This time you said I'm suitable to be a foot massage technician." He smiled and continued massaging, even gradually moving upwards to widen the scope, "You can't avoid the service industry anyway?"

Song Wanyue's expression became strange, and her breathing seemed to have lost its place and circulated in her chest.

Even at this time, he was still being stubborn: "If you work in the service industry, with your temper and your cold face as if everyone owes you hundreds of millions, you will probably... be gone in one day...ah, don't."

She shuddered and exclaimed.

Duan Baiting smiled apologetically: "Did I hurt you? Sorry, it seems I'm still not professional enough."

For the first time, Song Wanyue felt that this man was a beast in human form, and his good appearance of being pure and unselfish was in vain.

"You don't have to press it." She stood up. "I'll go downstairs to watch Xiaohuan feed the dog."

"Her dog eats seven meals a day. You can watch it anytime you want." Duan Baiting casually picked her up and put her on his lap, hugging her from behind. "Practice makes perfect. You will be proficient after pressing it a few times."

He smiled faintly, held her knee with one hand, and placed it horizontally on the armrest of the sofa.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to go to the island again after you were done with your work?" He moved slowly, but his face was calm and dignified. "The climate on the island has not been very good these days, and the temperature difference between day and night is too big. Instead of going there, we might as well change to another place. How about the jungle? We can also camp there. Don't you like staying in a tent?"

The last sentence was said with deep meaning.

Coupled with his nonchalant laugh, it gives people endless reverie.

But Song Wanyue was speechless, her hands tightly pinched Duan Baiting's arm.

The muscles there had long been tense due to the blood flow, and were as hard as a rock.

And it is a stone that is constantly being heated in the fire.

She could clearly feel it gradually becoming hotter in her palm.

After an unknown amount of time, she shook her head, quite embarrassed: "I... I suddenly want to go to the bathroom."

He smiled, lowered his head, kissed her ear, and his hoarse voice was particularly alluring: "Go here."

Song Wanyue widened her eyes, unable to believe her ears.

--I

don't know how much time had passed, but after taking a shower again, she lay on the bed, feeling so tired as if she had just finished a marathon.

I don't want to move at all.

She was in the same position as when Duan Baiting dried her body and carried her to bed.

The only part of my body that has the strength to move is probably my eyelids.

She watched Duan Baiting replace the wet carpets and sofa cushions.

And he himself was not much better.

Song Wanyue felt a sense of pleasure of successful revenge. Duan Baiting took off his shirt and prepared to take a shower. He saw her pursing her lips and looking at him with smiling eyes.

Naturally knowing what she was thinking, he went over and held her in his arms again.

He bent down and kissed her again and again, unable to let go. They rubbed their noses together gently.

"Aren't you ashamed now?"

She was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Her shyness was intermittent. Sometimes her face was so thin that it would turn red at the slightest touch, and sometimes she loved to say naughty words on purpose to tease him.

Adhering to the principle that when the enemy is strong, we are weak; when the enemy is weak, we are strong.

This time he was a little bolder: "I had a normal reaction just now, not...that."

He pretended not to understand: "That what?"

Song Wanyue didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. She touched her stomach and said she was hungry.

Duan Baiting brought clothes for her to put on: "I'm going to take a shower first. What do you want to eat?"

Song Wanyue said: "Hot and sour noodles."

Duan Baiting paused for a moment and wanted to reply that eating spicy food at night is not good for the stomach.

But thinking that she had been staying in the countryside for so long and had suffered so much, she did not object.

He nodded and asked her to wait a moment.

He took a quick bath.

Aunt Qin hasn't gone to bed yet, and Xiao Huan is playing with her Shiba Inu named Wangwang.

Seeing Duan Baiting, Aunt Qin asked with a smile: "Haven't you rested yet?"

Duan Baiting rolled up his sleeves: "Well, she's hungry. Make her some midnight snack."

Aunt Qin hurriedly said: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Duan Baiting had already tied an apron: "No, you should rest early."

Xiao Huan came over hesitantly: "Sir, can you...cook a little more?"

She touched her stomach: "I'm a little hungry too."

If it were in the past, she would not dare to talk to Duan Baiting. Not to mention making direct demands like we are doing now.

But since Song Wanyue got married, the master's temperament seems to have changed a little.

Although he is still serious and doesn't talk much on weekdays, he is more popular now.

He is no longer as unapproachable as before, and his whole body exudes a coldness that keeps people away.

Duan Baiting nodded: "She wants to eat hot and sour noodles. Can you eat spicy food?"

Xiao Huan was flattered and nodded frantically: "Yes! Very much so!"

The noodles were cooked quickly, and Duan Baiting originally wanted to serve it to Song Wanyue. But she thought the food in the bedroom was too smelly, so she condescended to go downstairs.

Xiao Huan was already eating with chopsticks in hand. When he saw Song Wanyue coming down from upstairs, her walking posture was a little awkward.

She asked with concern, "Sister Wanyue, what's wrong with your leg?"

Aunt Qin coughed, trying to remind her not to ask too many questions.

But she was young and didn't understand the hints at all. Biting the tip of the chopsticks, his eyes fell on Song Wanyue's legs that could not be closed: "Is she injured?"

Duan Baiting glanced at the culprit, who was calmly flipping through the financial newspaper in his hand.

I don't know what I was watching yesterday.

Song Wanyue sat down with a natural smile and said, "I was accidentally bitten by a dog when I went to the countryside."

Duan Baiting's hand that was turning the page paused slightly.

Aunt Qin noticed that the atmosphere here was not right. She was old, and it was not convenient for her to interfere in matters between young people.

So I went back to my room under the pretext of taking a rest.

Xiao Huan was the only complete outsider left: "Ah? Have you had the vaccine? I heard that almost no dogs in the countryside have been vaccinated, and they don't go to the doctor when they are sick, just wasting time. You'd better get a shot, otherwise you will be infected."

Song Wanyue glanced at Duan Baiting and deliberately said: "It should be fine, I think the dog... doesn't look sick, it just likes to bite people."

"That won't work. You can't tell whether it is carrying rabies virus or not." Xiao Huan looked very nervous, and even planned to lift up her skirt to see the bite inside.

Fortunately, Song Wanyue stopped it in time.

The marks inside have not faded, and the blue and red are more obvious after soaking in hot water.

Xiao Huan might not understand it very much, but he doesn't completely not understand it either. If she sees it, she will definitely understand everything.

Song Wanyue couldn't let others know about her sex life so naturally.

She touched her nose and smiled guiltily: "It's really not that serious. But you just said that the rabies vaccine can't be seen, aren't there any other characteristics?"

Xiao Huan's attention was successfully diverted by the second half of her sentence.

"Yes. For example, even the most docile dog can suddenly change its temperament."

After listening to this, Song Wanyue glanced at someone.

Normally he is a decent and dignified person with a simple life, but when that happens, he really becomes a careless mad dog.

Song Wanyue smiled: "Now that you mention it, it does fit."

Xiao Huan looked worried: "You can still laugh."

She went to see Duan Baiting and spoke nervously: "Sir, Sister Wanyue was bitten by a mad dog. Remember to take her to the CDC for vaccination tomorrow. I don't know if it's too late now."

Song Wanyue smiled secretly and looked at the mad dog himself with interest.

The latter still looked calm and composed.

After all, he is used to big scenes, so his emotions are hard to be shaken.

He nodded: "Yeah."

Song Wanyue didn't finish the spicy and sour noodles, and Duan Baiting was afraid that she would feel too spicy. Bring her a bottle of milk.

Xiao Huan had finished his own bowl and was eyeing the remaining bowl of food by Song Wanyue.

Although the husband had gone into the kitchen several times himself, he always cooked for Song Wanyue.

This is Xiaohuan's first time eating here, and I didn't expect the cooking skills are so good.

Song Wanyue noticed her gaze and pushed the bowl over to her with a smile: "If you don't mind that it's something I've eaten, just eat it."

Xiao Huan shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, no!"

If she was eating someone else's leftovers, she might even dislike it. But Sister Wanyue smells sweet all over.

Outsiders all envied Song Wanyue for marrying a gentleman. But Xiaohuan felt that she envied her husband even more.

Married such a beautiful wife home.

She has a lovely personality and is beautiful. Her skin is white and soft, and her voice is sweet and coquettish, but not offensive.

Although she has some airs of a spoiled young lady, she has a very good temper.

Last year, even her parents didn't remember her birthday, but Song Wanyue secretly ordered a cake and prepared a birthday present for her.

It was a necklace that she had liked for a long time but had never been willing to buy.

Xiao Huan stopped studying very early and came to the Duan family after graduating from high school.

I met Aunt Qin at a housekeeping company and was later recruited.

I didn't understand anything at the time, I just knew that the man of the house didn't come home often.

He came back a few times occasionally, but left in a hurry. He is really handsome, not only his appearance but also his temperament is eye-catching.

No wonder it is said that even if a poor person becomes rich overnight, he is still different from the real upper class.

The upbringing and temperament that takes time, money, and a lot of manpower and energy to cultivate cannot be formed overnight.

His aura was so powerful and scary that people dared not look at him for too long.

The first time Xiao Huan felt approachable around him was when Song Wanyue cried the most.

He softened his voice and tried to coax her: "I promise you, I won't pursue the matter, but business matters must be handled impartially, and there is still a board of directors below. I have to make an example of someone and do something for them to see."

That was the first time he gave in on a job matter.

Xiao Huan thought, perhaps marriage can indeed soften a man's cold-blooded heart.

-Song

Wanyue returned to her room and rinsed her mouth again.

Duan Baiting was already lying on the bed, holding a book in his hand and reading it.

His days are really boring. When he is not working, he is either watching the news or reading.

Song Wanyue took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and got into the quilt. After a while of struggling, she poked her head out from his arms.

I glanced at the book in his hand and saw that it was all in French.

She muttered, "Pretending to be cool."

When he heard it, he smiled and said, "What?"

Song Wanyue said, "You insist on reading the original version instead of the translated version."

He closed the book, put it aside, and held her in his arms, "It's all the same to me. No matter how good the translation is, there will inevitably be deviations."

After hearing what he said, Song Wanyue felt that he was being a little mean.

She tilted her head: "Are you good at French?"

He answered modestly: "Not bad. When I was abroad, I lived there for a while."

"You have been to so many countries?"

He thought for a while: "Not many."

"This is not many." Song Wanyue counted on her fingers, "I know more than a dozen."

"I had nothing to do at that time, so I just looked around."

Song Wanyue asked: "Alone?"

He nodded: "Alone."

Song Wanyue was puzzled: "Why don't you find a friend to accompany you."

Her question was a bit unreasonable. Not everyone is as sociable and has as many friends as she is.

Duan Baiting smiled lightly: "Maybe it's because I have no friends."

"Aren't they Xi Yang and Shang Heng?" The only light in the room was the bedside lamp next to it, which was on the lowest setting and the light was soft.

At this moment, she was in his arms, supporting half of her arm and looking up at him.

His eyes are as bright and clear as those of an innocent child.

He lowered his head and left a light kiss beneath her thin white eyelids.

He murmured in a low voice in his throat: "There are many kinds of friends."

I don't know if it's because he has been in this position for too long, or if he was born like this.

He always speaks very carefully, revealing three parts and keeping seven parts hidden. Just enough.

Song Wanyue shook her head and suddenly felt that Duan Baiting was actually quite pitiful.

I am all alone, without even a close friend.

At least she still has Shizuka and Zhou Wenyang.

Thinking of Zhou Wenyang, she felt a little disappointed again. Fortunately, Duan Baiting did not have the ability to see into people's hearts.

As she looked away and lowered her eyes, Duan Baiting pinched her chin with one hand and lifted her face so that she was forced to look at him.

The voice was deep: "I always feel that you are thinking about someone you shouldn't be thinking about."

It's really amazing. This person might be a fox that has cultivated into a spirit and knows some magic.

He could see all this.

But she didn't think about Zhou Wenyang. She just suddenly remembered him when she mentioned her friend just now.

She had no feelings for Zhou Wenyang at all, and did not have any romantic feelings at all. I don't know what Duan Baiting is concerned about.

Instead of worrying about Zhou Wenyang who is guarding a distant frontier, it is better to be more wary of the opposite sex around her.

She is very popular. Even though those people know she is married, they still keep their eyes on her.

At this moment, he shrank his neck guiltily: "There is no one I shouldn't think about."

"Really?" He said in a nonchalant tone, obviously not believing the nonsense she said.

Song Wanyue threw herself into his arms and showed her loyalty: "You are by my side, how can I think of others."

After a few seconds of silence, the man patted her on the back: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, then realized where he was referring.

His face was a little hot: "Just be gentler next time."

He smiled: "At that time, who cares about the strength."

Song Wanyue looked up in dissatisfaction and glared at him angrily.

The smile in his eyes grew even brighter, and he held her hips and lifted her up.

"Rub our Wanwan, and the pain will go away."

She cried softly, "Don't..."

But it was too late.

It was raining outside, with the beautiful girl in his arms. Duan Baiting felt that this was the happiest and most satisfying thing he could have ever felt.

Only at times like this would Song Wanyue stop being stubborn.

Her long eyelashes were trembling, with moisture still hanging on them, her red lips were slightly parted, her pupils were somewhat dilated, and she looked at him.

Duan Baiting's heart was beating as if he was hit head-on by something. He turned her chin and lowered his head to kiss her.

I don't know how much time had passed, and I don't know how many times I rose and fell in the waves.

Song Wanyue bit his shoulder and said, "Mad dog, you'll have to get vaccinated tomorrow."

He put one hand on the back of his neck and held her with the other. After eating and drinking, he seemed to be much easier to talk to: "Yeah, okay."

Song Wanyue originally wanted to win back verbally, but it didn't seem to work for him. She deliberately teased him again: "It would be a pity if you didn't become a gigolo, the job is so good."

Duan Baiting smiled and nodded: "Then you are my first customer. Shouldn't I show some appreciation?"

Song Wanyue didn't expect that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but instead integrated into the role so quickly.

She felt that this man was truly invulnerable and unyielding.

How could such a person exist in the world? If he were married to someone else, he would probably be driven crazy by his lack of understanding of romance sooner or later.

Song Wanyue said: "You are lucky to marry me."

The subject changed so quickly. She was just persuading him to be a gigolo, and now she was praising herself.

No matter how good Duan Baiting was at guessing people's minds, he really couldn't figure out the train of thought of his wife with her eccentric thinking.

I don't know what made him laugh suddenly, he laughed very softly and raised his hand to turn off the light.

Patting her shoulder, he said, "It's late, go to bed."

Song Wanyue caught a flash of smile in his voice, and like a cat whose tail was stepped on, she became alert instantly: "What were you laughing at just now? You were laughing at me, right?"

"I wasn't laughing at you, I just suddenly thought of..." He stopped.

Song Wanyue asked: "What did you think of?"

He was vague: "Don't ask, you don't want to know."

There are 206 bones in the human body, and Song Wanyue has 200 rebellious bones.

The more Duan Baiting was reluctant to speak, the more she wanted to listen.

There was no other way, he could only speak softly.

In the endlessly silent night, his meaningful smile seemed particularly clear.

"I just suddenly felt that the main component of the human body is indeed water. How many times a night did you do it? Huh?"

...

Okay, she really didn't want to know.

-After

returning to North City, Song Wanyue began to work on the case. It lasted for more than two months.

She stays up late almost every day.

No matter how late she stays up, Duan Baiting will always be by her side.

She was working on the computer while he was reading a book beside her.

When she is hungry, I will go downstairs to make her a midnight snack.

She was obviously much more tired these days than before, but she even gained weight.

Aunt Qin saw her cheeks becoming slightly rounder and nodded with satisfaction. The little oval face has become fuller and looks white, tender and cute.

I used to be too thin, and I always felt that my slender body looked a little empty inside my clothes.

Although I am still thin now, I am healthy.

Song Wanyue pinched her face and went to find Duan Baiting: "Don't make midnight snacks for me anymore. Look, I've gained weight!"

He has not been busy these days, which can be seen from the fact that he comes home very early every day.

I did have an online meeting today, which just ended. He raised his hand to loosen his tie. Seeing Song Wanyue coming towards him with a resentful look on her face.

He slightly turned his body, patted his legs, and asked her to sit on it.

She didn't move.

He raised his chin slightly and patted it again.

Song Wanyue was reluctant to do so.

With your back to him, sit on his lap.

Duan Baiting put his arm around her waist and rubbed a certain part of her body through the thin fabric of her clothes. The movements are natural.

She glanced down and said sarcastically, "Your way of relieving stress is really unique."

He rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a tired voice, "I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap."

What's wrong with this guy? He felt sleepy as soon as she arrived.

As she was about to speak, his hand movements became a little heavier. She groaned and heard him speak in a vague tone: "Shh. I'll talk after I wake up."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Forget it, just let him go.

I am such a beautiful and kind person.

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After waiting for a long time for the trial day, Duan Baiting went to listen.

The final result was a loss.

Everything I have done these days has been in vain, running around and enduring countless days and nights.

Song Wanyue lowered her head, clutching the pen in her hand and remained silent for a long time.

People have already dispersed one after another, including the village chief who came from afar.

The old man is very old, but he still insisted on coming this time and took the green train for more than ten hours.

This is the ending I finally waited for.

Song Wanyue's eyes felt a little hot, but she tried to hold it back.

"The bridge still has to be demolished. Without approval, it is an illegal construction."

She tried to appear calm and composed when she spoke to Duan Baiting, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Duan Baiting held her in his arms, patted her back gently and comforted her: "It's okay, you've tried your best. If you want to cry, just cry, don't hold it in."

Her shoulders were shaking, but she didn't make any sound, but her tears had already wet his clothes.

She was not crying because she did not win the case, but because she could not help in any way.

Everyone in the village regarded her as their last straw. They had previously said that she was a kind-hearted person from the city, a living Bodhisattva, who would help them with the lawsuit for free.

She said she didn't deserve the title.

But he also knew that they had placed their last hope on himself.

She cried until her voice broke and she sobbed: "The village chief... he is very old, almost... almost seventy. He ran here from far away, waiting with hope. But... I didn't do anything. He just told me not to be sad and thanked me. It's obvious that they are the saddest."

"The chances of winning this lawsuit are not high. That bridge is an illegal building. They should know that." Duan Baiting took off his coat and put it on her shoulders. He took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "You tried your best."

Her throat choked with sobs and her eyes were red: "But I lost. I'm so useless."

"There are winners and losers. Those big lawyers also have defeats."

Song Wanyue sniffed: "Roman didn't have that."

This little guy, why is he so stubborn and always sticks to trivial matters.

"He only takes cases that are beneficial to him. Why do you think he wants you to take over this case? To put it nicely, it's to give you some experience. To put it bluntly, it's to pave the way for the law firm. This is social news and has attracted much attention on the Internet. It doesn't matter even if he loses, his reputation for free help has already spread, and the failure is not his fault. For him, this is a business with only benefits and no harm."

She only had a vague understanding of the ins and outs of it. Her eyes were swollen, tears still hanging on her face, and her expression was confused: "So, was I used by him?"

"Not really." Duan Baiting bent down, held her face with both hands, and was at eye level with her. "These few months of your hard work belong to you. You did your best, even if you didn't get good results. But you did a good job."

This is why he had seen through Roman's intentions a long time ago, but did not stop.

She has been working on it for a long time and has put a lot of effort into it. She is worthy of the villagers in that village and also worthy of herself.

He meant every word he said, and he didn't say it just to encourage or comfort.

She was really trying hard to accomplish this.

I no longer feel tired and want to give up halfway like I did before.

She started crying again and threw herself into his arms and cried.

She explained with a sob: "I'm not sad... I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to cry."

He smiled and nodded, saying that he knew everything.

Know why she is crying.

-----

Although Song Wanyue figured it out, she still couldn't help feeling sad. I was depressed those days and didn't dare to look at my phone.

Afraid of receiving a call from the village chief.

The guilt for not being able to help grew bigger in her heart.

But what is coming will come, and you can't avoid it.

See the incoming call contact at the top of the screen.

--village head.

Song Wanyue's heart sank slightly, and her fingers trembled with guilt and guilt, until the ringing came to an end and was about to be automatically hung up because no one answered for a long time.

She finally reached out her hand tremblingly and took the phone.

After pressing the answer button, place the phone next to your ear.

The village chief's voice was filled with excitement and joy: "Lawyer Xiao Song, I have good news to tell you."

Aunt Qin didn't know why, but Song Wanyue, who had just said she had no appetite and put down her chopsticks and went back to her room after eating two bites, suddenly ran downstairs and said she was hungry and asked her to cook a bowl of noodles for her.

The smile that had disappeared for many days returned to her face. She was like a withered flower in the past few days, but today she finally regained her vitality and liveliness.

In the evening, she thanked Duan Baiting in person.

He groaned in her hand.

His breathing became a little faster. He leaned on her shoulder and smiled softly: "Be good, be gentle."

"I heard it from the village chief. I heard that a philanthropist allocated funds and the village bridge has begun to be rebuilt. This time it is formal and will not be demolished again."

After a pause, she continued, "Maimai's father said that the kind-hearted person also funded Maimai and his sister's tuition and living expenses for college."

As soon as these words came out, she could probably guess who that kind-hearted person was.

"Mai Mai?" There was a hint of doubt in his slightly rough voice.

Song Wanyue said Maimai's full name: "Zhang Maihe, the youngest son of the family I'm staying with."

She thought he had forgotten about him. It's only been a short time.

"You even changed his clothes for him."

"Mai Mai." He read the two reduplicated words with a smile, "You call him so intimately."

Song Wanyue said, "His nickname is Mai Mai, his parents call him that, so I call him that too."

She tasted a little sourness and laughed at him, "No way, are you jealous of a child? Tingting, Tingting. Don't I often call you that?"

He stopped talking, his eyes darkened, and the muscles in his body began to heat up.

Breathing becomes wet and heavy. Song Wanyue could even see the pale blue veins protruding from his neck.

She smiled and leaned over, biting his ear, sucking and licking it.

The sound was like honey, penetrating into his pores.

"Shizuka said that boys in this country are generally average, only in Europe and the United States... Why is yours so scary? Is it because you grew up there and were influenced by it, and became the same as them?"

"I don't usually hear you say these things, but at a time like this... hiss!"

His smile faded, and after a slight hiss, he frowned, and his tense muscles instantly relaxed.

Song Wanyue thought she had hurt him: "Did it hurt you?"

He shook his head, lifted her chin with his fingers, and lowered his head to kiss her.

In between kisses, his hoarse voice was accompanied by a satisfied smile: "It's out."

Song Wanyue kissed him back and pushed him back to the bed, and he did not stop her.

I just lay down with this force.

Song Wanyue felt as if she had discovered some shocking secret.

At this moment, Duan Baiting was like a butterfly that had just transformed, extremely fragile.

His shirt was a little messy, and his tie had been loosened and hung loosely around his neck.

Sweat was oozing out of his fair skin, and his entire body was wet.

His eyes, which used to be deep and cold, now seemed to be foggy. He hooked his arms around her waist, wanting to kiss her.

Song Wanyue covered her mouth and refused to let him have his wish. He took the opportunity to kiss her hand that was covering her lips. Rapid and urgent.

"You were thanking me just now, but you turned against me so quickly?"

His Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he swallowed frequently and hard, as if he was extremely thirsty.

Song Wanyue's voice came out through her palm, a little dull: "I just find it a little unbelievable."

"Huh?" He raised his eyes slightly, "What's unbelievable."

She said: "You were not so good before."

Duan Baiting smiled: "So what image do you have of me in your heart?"

Song Wanyue thought for a while: "A black-hearted, cold-blooded, evil capitalist."