Chapter 264 Strangers?

"Serving the canary." He still spoke so slowly, each word seemed to be being slowly polished in his mouth.

She shrank back, her feet curled up under the covers, rubbing against his calves unintentionally.

The man's hand slid down from the back of her neck, down her back.

She walked to the edge of the neckline of the slip dress and stopped there.

"This dress..." He hooked his fingers around the thin strap and pulled it down an inch. "The sugar daddy really likes it."

Hearing his deliberately made words, Su Wuli's face flushed even more.

She loosened her hand from the fabric at his waist and grabbed the finger that was hooking his suspenders with a hint of impatience.

But you can't catch it.

His skin was still moisturized by the shower gel.

Su Wuli had no choice but to grab his wrist instead.

Her fingernails dug into his skin, rendering him immobile. Her lips moved from the top of her head to her ear.

"Serving the canary," he asked meaningfully, "is that how it is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his other hand slid down from her waist...

The skirt is very short.

A slight shiver ran through me as my rough fingertips brushed against my skin.

Su Wuli kicked someone as a conditioned reflex.

He stopped moving.

Her heart was pounding as if it were bursting out of her chest.

She loosened her grip on his wrist and buried her face in his chest.

"That's not how it is..." Her voice was muffled by the cotton fabric of her T-shirt, as if it were through a thick layer of cotton.

There's no such thing as a sugar daddy serving a canary; it's all just...

Thinking of this, Su Wuli suddenly stopped.

No, that won't work.

Even if she were in her place, it wouldn't work; it's always been like that...

She really can't do it.

Um?

But why this? What direction is this heading?

"What is it?" His fingers gently brushed against her leg, without moving.

He drew circles with his fingertips, each circle smaller than the last.

Her legs slowly loosened.

It wasn't intentional; it was due to a lack of willpower.

It's like ice and snow melting, softening little by little from the edges.

Yu Chen pulled her suspenders back onto her shoulders, his fingertips gliding over her shoulder.

"Is this service satisfactory?" His voice was close to her ear.

Su Wuli bit her lip and remained silent.

Yu Chen pulled her face away from his chest and pressed his thumb to the corner of her mouth.

He pried her lower lip, which she was biting, away from between her teeth.

Her lips bounced back, slightly parted.

He rubbed his fingertip against her lower lip, making her lips go numb.

"Not satisfied?" Without waiting for Su Wuli's answer, he made a meaningful decision, "Change it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

He held the small patch of skin on her lower lip that had been bitten in his mouth and gently licked it.

He lifted her hand from her side and had her cling to the back of his neck.

"Mmm...uh..."

Su Wuli's body went limp from his kisses, and she wanted to resist.

I clearly had it several times already, why do I need to do it again after showering...?

However, the words she wanted to say were swallowed up by a deep kiss before they could even escape her throat.

It disappeared between their lingering lips.

"Yu...Yu Chen...um..."

Amidst his erratic breathing, Yu Chen released her lips.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

Her fingers were clenched tightly in his hair, and he showed no sign of letting her loosen them.

"The sugar daddy...no..."

Her voice was very soft, and her breath was light and airy.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he removed his hand from her thigh.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

Su Wuli sat sprawled on him, the hem of her slip dress bunched up around her waist.

Her skin rubbed against the cotton fabric of her sweatpants, the rough texture chafing against the skin on the side of her legs.

His fingers moved from his waist to the hem of his skirt, and he "kindly" pulled down the fabric piled up at his waist to cover his thighs.

"This dress." His fingers slowly traced the hem of the skirt. "I'll wear it again next time."

His tone was flat, yet it concealed a blatant deliberate intent.

Su Wuli's face grew warmer in the darkness, and she lowered her head to touch his forehead.

"You... are not the sugar daddy."

"What is that?"

She opened her lips, a hint of resentment in them.

She had clearly said it before, so she simply buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Don't say anything.

Su Wuli knew she couldn't outsmart her; no matter what her answer was, he would definitely...

After a short while, Yu Chen, having received no reply, lifted her up a little further.

Her skirt slipped down from her thighs to her waist, and Su Wuli bit her lip and pulled the skirt down.

He resorted to his old tricks again, and she pulled him away once more.

She stopped pulling and lifted her head out of his neck.

Looking down at him, she resigned herself to her fate, "Stranger."

She regretted saying those three words as soon as she finished, and it seemed too late to take them back.

"Stranger." He repeated.

His hand pressed against her waist, pressing down on her back, giving her a suffocating sense of control.

She felt she had messed up.

Her waist trembled slightly under his palm, and Su Wuli subconsciously swallowed.

"When you were a stranger, it wasn't that I didn't..."

His voice was low, with a thin layer of breath, as he whispered the last three words close to her ear.

The words were pronounced very heavily, and the four words sounded like four nails driven into her ears.

She moved her face against his neck, and her lips touched his Adam's apple.

Her prominent Adam's apple bobbed, and her lips followed suit.

Su Wuli closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushing against his skin.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, and the air he exhaled from his nose hit her forehead.

It's hot.

Yu Chen suddenly rolled over and laid her down on the bed, supporting himself on his hand beside her ear.

The thin straps of her slip dress slipped off her shoulders.

This time he didn't help pull it up; his fingers slowly slid down the trajectory of the straps as they slipped.

His fingertips brushed against her shoulder, then down to her elbow.

Stop on her wrist, slowly grasp her wrist and press it onto the pillow.

"Stranger," he said again.

His voice was hoarse this time as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Do strangers act like this?"

Su Wuli bit her lip, swallowing back her gasp; her throat tightened.

His fingertips pressed against her lips, unsure whether he wanted to stop her from making a sound, or to make her even more...

"Would a stranger know this place?"

His hand moved away from her lips and down her chin.

I stopped my finger on the thin skin on the side of her throat, and I could feel her swallowing as I pressed my fingertip against it.

And the beating of her pulse.

My fingers continued down my collarbone and down my chest.

Su Wuli's body trembled slightly, and her fingertips went numb as she gripped his wrist.

The man's fingers stopped where her heart was beating the fastest, and he placed his palm on top of it.

Her heart pounded in her chest, striking his palm.

"Stranger," he said in a low voice, "Awu, saying the wrong thing will be punished."

His fingers hooked onto another strap on her shoulder and pulled it down. "Three wrong words, three penalties."

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