Chapter 170: Destroy His Self-Control
[Warning: The first paragraph is steamy. Normal chapter after that.]
Mo Qingchen thoroughly enjoyed her performance. She was sure that she was his favorite singer from that mont on. He growled a string of profanities, ending them with a thunderous roar. His warm cum shot down her throat so fast that she could barely taste it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, releasing her head and dropping down to his knees in one fell swoop. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face and his breathing was labored. He looked definitely ravished.
"Actually, I'm a little upset." She folded her arms.
"Did I hurt you?" His eyes grew concerned.
"Hurt ?" Qian ng rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. Who gets hurt during a blow job?" she asked.
He raked his fingers through his hair, making it a sweaty ss that sohow managed to look sexy as hell. "I shouldn't have been so rough." His eyes road all over Qian ng as though he didn't believe she was okay.
"But you couldn't control it." She didn't even try to contain her smile. "My, what a loud roar you have."
He scratched his forehead in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I wanted you to let in. That wouldn't happen unless you lost control," she explained with excitent. "You really made work for it. That's for sure." She wiped her brow.
He plopped down on the bed beside her and splayed on top of it. "Is that why you are upset? Because I didn't destroy my self-control easily for you?"
"What?" she threw her head back in laughter. "Of course not. I enjoyed that part. I don't like it when things co easily to . But I was upset that I couldn't finish the song I was singing."
He had to think for a few seconds before it clicked. "If it makes you feel better, you can finish it for later. It had quite a gripping lody." Mo Qingchen shuddered just imagining.
She humd a little for him. "It's Franz Liszt," she whispered.
"You turned a romantic classical piece into raunchy music to get railed to. Devious."
"As long as you enjoyed it and want a repeat performance," she said lightly with a hint of aning.
He nodded with a small smile on his lips. "I was wrong. You aren't the lamb. You're the wolf," he muttered.
Qian ng wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "? That's crazy. I don't bite."
"Liar." He moved in closer.
"I nibble," she admitted. "And you love it." Qian ng kissed him lightly and then nipped at his lips before releasing them.
"I do." There was a mont of drowsy silence. Qian ng was sure she had put him into pleasure-induced drowsiness. She was too happy with herself. "I need to take another shower," he groaned.
"Together? To conserve water?" she chid in. He glared at her before pressing another kiss to her mouth.
"No. I can't handle more tonight." He nudged her cheek and then got up. "Oh. We need to call your mother," he reminded Yun Qian ng.
She looked at the ti. "She should be free in half an hour. She'll have lunch break," she comnted.
"I'll clean up and then we can call her, okay?" Then he paused. "She won't tell Yun Sui Bo before we get to him, right?" he asked suspiciously.
Qian ng shook her head. "She hates talking to him. And she will forget about the matter the second we hang up."
Mo Qingchen looked at her face for a sign of sadness but when he found none, he went into the bathroom.
Mo Qingchen returned to the room in full clothing this ti. Qian ng pouted as he walked up to the bed.
"Why are you sulking?" he asked gruffly. His hair was still dry but he was patting his cheeks to remove the excess water from it.
"You're clothed!" she responded unkindly.
"Yes, I fear you will accost again. I will never co near you without all my clothes on." Qian ng scoffed at his oath. She would see how he did that. "Go wash your face, at least. You look like you were thoroughly ravished."
Qian ng looked at him critically. "I was thoroughly ravished," she countered. She bit the corner of her lips in insinuation and then stood up. She felt his eyes on her as she sauntered into the bathroom. Indeed, she looked thoroughly ravaged. Like she had not been allowed to leave bed for hours.
She shook her head to push the thought away and then washed her face and matted down her hair with a little water. Done. She looked ready for bed.
She sighed when she found Mo Qingchen leaning against the headboard, waiting for her. His eyes were closed and his chin raised towards the ceiling. She wondered if he was sleeping but he stirred and blinked his eye open when he realized she was back.
"You should sleep. I can call them later," Yun Qian ng said quickly.
Mo Qingchen had a lazy smiled on his lips. "No need. Let's talk." He patted the place beside him and she trotted over and plopped down. She positioned herself beside him so that her shoulder rested against his and then she dialed her mother's number.
"Qian ng?" the voice ca from the other side. Her mother, Sun Li, was surprised to get a call at all. They rarely spoke and talking so frequently was not usual for them.
"Yes. Are you free to get on a video call? It won't take more than two minutes," Qian ng hurried to say.
There was silence on the other side. "Okay. Wait." Qian ng heard shuffling from the other side and she breathed in relief.
"She has ti," she whispered to Mo Qingchen.
Soon, a video call from her mother ca in. Qian ng took it and for the first ti in years, she saw her mother in comfortable clothes. She was wearing a ratty shirt and had a ssy bun on her head. This was a look she had never expected from her mother.
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