Chapter 2244 - 2075: Slimming Tea (Revised) 3
Chapter 2244: Chapter 2075: Slimming Tea (Revised) 3
Qiao Yutong turned her head and glanced at Song Xiaodong, beginning to pull out her other arm from the pajama sleeve, the smooth skin rubbing against the velvet pajamas, producing a soft rustling sound like petals falling to the ground.
The entire slender and fair arm slowly and completely emerged from the pajamas, whether intentionally or accidentally, with a "plop" sound, the yellow pajama top gently fell to the floor.
"Is it beautiful?"
Qiao Yutong asked softly in her most gentle, alluring, innocent, and charming voice.
She knew that Song Xiaodong was watching all of this.
Song Xiaodong decided to express his feelings and thoughts with his actions, suddenly standing up.
In the darkness, Song Xiaodong’s silhouette rapidly expanded, constantly rising as if it would pierce the roof, his figure so towering that even Qiao Yutong’s living room seemed a bit cramped.
Has this man always been this majestic?
Song Xiaodong stepped out far in one stride, two steps bringing him to Qiao Yutong’s front, the entire black shadow like a mountain’s shadow, about to engulf Qiao Yutong.
Song Xiaodong reached out, about to embrace Qiao Yutong.
Staring at the blurry shadow, Qiao Yutong instinctively hesitated for a moment, extending her hands to gently hold against Song Xiaodong’s chest.
This majestic chest, as solid as a bluestone slab, couldn’t be held off by Qiao Yutong’s hands alone, yet Song Xiaodong stopped.
Song Xiaodong had said before, he never forces women.
Qiao Yutong was not unwilling, just a woman’s instinctive modest reaction.
But Song Xiaodong couldn’t discern.
Song Xiaodong’s shadow suddenly paused for a moment, then released his hands and turned away.
Qiao Yutong suddenly felt a bit disappointed, and from behind Song Xiaodong, couldn’t help but extend her hand.
Song Xiaodong’s back did not have eyes.
Qiao Yutong even slightly resented herself, why she had to use her hands to block.
Song Xiaodong took two steps back to where he had been sitting earlier, sat down, as if he had not moved at all, just always sitting there.
Chapter Two Thousand Seventy-Seven: The Unspeakable
Qiao Yutong retreated a bit more, coming closer to the window, the moonlight from her legs started to move upwards, from calves to thighs, to waist, to abdomen, to the bra.
Though Song Xiaodong sat back in the darkness of the sofa, his glowing eyes couldn’t help but look towards the window.
Under the moonlight, Qiao Yutong’s hair was scattered, the fine hairs on her arms emitting a silvery glow, resembling the goddess of the moon, the flat abdomen appearing crystalline under the moonlight, embedded with a shallow navel like a black pearl, half bright, half shadowed.
"Come and take a look, I have a scar here."
Qiao Yutong said softly to Song Xiaodong, her voice somewhat trembling with nervousness.
Song Xiaodong slowly stood up, moving forward step by step, gently approaching.
As if fearing to startle a wildcat by the roadside or sparrows on the branches.
Qiao Yutong exposed one side of her chest, but her head hid in a place untouched by moonlight, not letting Song Xiaodong see clearly her full face of blush and heavy breathing.
Song Xiaodong, taller than Qiao Yutong by a head, his entire upper body, including his head, was in a place untouched by moonlight, lowering his head, he could only see the top of Qiao Yutong’s head.
So Song Xiaodong squatted halfway.
Qiao Yutong didn’t want Song Xiaodong to see her expression at this moment, nor did she want to see Song Xiaodong’s expression, simply turned her head, closed her eyes, her face showing a ’do as you please’ expression.
Song Xiaodong looked closely, under the moonlight, the scar’s lines still clear, stitched up in a few places,
But last time when Lu Yaobing came, Song Xiaodong had said, to know the depth of a scar, one must touch it.
Song Xiaodong gently exhaled.
A breath of warm air softly swept across Qiao Yutong’s smooth and flat abdomen, stirring goosebumps all over, and Qiao Yutong’s heart suddenly began to race uncontrollably.
Even Song Xiaodong could hear it.
"Director Qiao, last time I said, not only to look but also to touch." Song Xiaodong mustered up the courage to say to Director Qiao.
"Then go ahead."
Qiao Yutong’s voice was as small as a mosquito.
Song Xiaodong rubbed his hands on his thighs, extending his thumb and index finger, gently stroking Qiao Yutong’s scar.
"Director Qiao, relax a bit, I’m going to pinch hard, if it hurts, just let me know." Song Xiaodong said softly.
Qiao Yutong didn’t speak, nodded vigorously in the darkness, even shaking her body.
Song Xiaodong then gently pinched the skin at the scar’s location on Qiao Yutong, gently kneading, wanting to know the degree of dermis damage.
Examinations inch by inch, until.
"Is it done?" Qiao Yutong asked softly.
"It’s done." Song Xiaodong replied.
Qiao Yutong faced away without speaking.
Song Xiaodong squatted down, picked up the yellow pajamas from the ground, gently draped them over Qiao Yutong’s shoulders, as his hands touched her shoulders, she couldn’t help but shiver.
"It’s late, I’ll be heading back, have a good rest, when you have time, I’ll come and give you acupuncture and medication."
After saying this, Song Xiaodong turned and walked out the door, gently closing it, his footsteps gradually getting farther away.
Qiao Yutong wearing her yellow pajama top, listened to Song Xiaodong close the door and leave, she squatted down on the ground, lost in thought. After a long time, the living room had become cold, causing Qiao Yutong to shiver with cold and stand up again, without turning on the light, returned to her bedroom, closing the door.