After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 31

Duan Lingyao sat with a straight back, very dignified.

After saying that sentence, he pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes stared straight ahead, his face bulged into a bun, very serious, but not so serious.

It's scary at ordinary times, and it's even more difficult to deal with when drunk. Song Sijin trotted to the door, grabbed Xin Yi who came back with Duan Lingyao, and pointed his finger inward: "Him?!"

Xin Yi smiled helplessly: "Second Young Master Song, the young master won't let the young one into the house, so I have to work hard for you to help take care of him."

Song Sijin: "..."

No way, he could only agree.

The attendants brought hot water and cloth towels, Song Sijin washed the towels to help him wipe his face, but when he got closer, he realized that Duan Lingyao's round and big eyes were not as cunning as usual, they were foggy and out of focus at all.

No wonder he didn't recognize himself just now.

Song Sijin wiped his face with a towel, and then Duan Lingyao turned his head and said in a biting tone: "I told you, don't touch me."

Song Sijin: "..."

Although Duan Lingyao was drunk, his articulate words were very clear, but very slow, which was not at all different from his usual lively and changeable tone, and because of drunkenness, his voice became more rustling.

"Where is Song Sijin?"

Song Sijin had no choice but to lean in front of him, pointing at his own face, thinking that he was drunk now, so he had to say, "It's me."

Duan Lingyao frowned, and he tried to squint his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly. He tilted his head forward, unable to control his body, and the tip of his nose hit Song Sijin's forehead.

"Oh!" Duan Lingyao leaned back again, covered his nose, teary and angry, "You are an assassin."

Song Sijin: "..."

The drunken boy's face was flushed, and his eyes were misty and moist. He took a breath slowly, then pointed at Song Sijin, his face collapsed, and he raised his voice, "Xin Yi, come here and catch the assassin."

Xin Yili, who was guarding outside the window, opened the window and looked in. When he saw that Duan Lingyao was referring to Song Sijin, he disappeared slowly and pulled the window back intimately.

Duan Lingyao became more and more serious, and was puzzled. After being puzzled for a while, he snorted heavily to Song Sijin: "Don't murder, my young master, you will regret it."

Song Sijin washed the hot towel again, and suddenly had a thought: "You really don't know me?"

Duan Lingyao: "Haha! You are too, think highly of yourself."

Even though he was a drunk, he was still so hated. Song Sijin became more courageous and thought angrily, anyway, he was drunk and couldn't recognize himself—he might as well take the opportunity to get revenge.

Song Sijin quickly looked around and made sure that the doors and windows were closed tightly so that Xin Yi and the others could not peek, then wiped the cloth towel on Duan Lingyao's face vigorously.

Duan Lingyao was swayed by his rubbing, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he wanted to refuse, but Song Sijin quickly wiped his mouth.

Duan Lingyao's eyes widened, startled and angry, his back straightened even more: "Bold, I want you, Ling Chi!"

Song Sijin trembled and asked him, "Who am I?"

Duan Lingyao shook his head vigorously, and said proudly: "I don't know."

Song Sijin: "It deserves it."

He rubbed vigorously again, making Duan Lingyao's face even more pink, the hateful mouth was swollen by him, rosy and swollen, Duan Lingyao was short of breath, trying to maintain his majesty - shaking like a tumbler while sitting upright .

"You, bastard!" Duan Lingyao tried to threaten, "If you offend me again, just, just..."

"What?" Song Sijin plucked up the courage to scold him, fearing that Xin Yi would hear him, so he leaned into his ear and scolded, "You are the bastard! The most annoying bastard!"

Duan Lingyao: "You, me... Where is Song Sijin?"

At this time, I was still thinking about what I was doing, afraid that if I was bullied by others, I would use myself to vent my anger?Song Sijin was not afraid to speculate on him with the greatest malice, and deliberately said: "I don't know, let's run away."

So Duan Lingyao pursed his lips and stared at him with misty eyes. No matter how Song Sijin treated him, he didn't say a word.

Song Sijin slapped him hard twice, didn't have the guts to really beat him up, so he wiped him hard, his body turned red all over, and then he felt a little embarrassed, thinking that revenge on a drunk was too much He was not upright and upright, so he lost that mood and hastily cleaned things up.

It doesn't matter if you don't clean up, the two sleep together, and Duan Lingyao smells of alcohol, making Song Sijin unable to sleep.

After wiping Duan Lingyao's body, suddenly there were drops of cold water falling on the back of his hand.

Song Sijin raised his head in confusion, and saw Duan Lingyao's eyes staring, tears slowly seeping from the corners of his eyes, running down his cheeks to the corners of his lips, he didn't make a sound, he didn't know whether he was crying or not, and he knew how to pick up the clean cloth next to him The cloth towel was folded neatly and slowly, and then lifted up, restrained and slowly wiping the teardrops from the corners of the eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Song Sijin panicked, afraid that he would hurt his eyes too hard when he wiped his face.

So he hurried to check, Duan Lingyao leaned back, his eyes were a little red, but when he came back, they were red because of drunkenness, Song Sijin couldn't find the problem for a while.

"You wait." Duan Lingyao sniffled, his voice hoarse, "I'm going to kill you, definitely!"

Song Sijin: "..."

Song Sijin was frightened and angry, so he couldn't help pushing him, Duan Lingyao fell back on the bed, the cat's teary eyes blinked slower and slower, finally closed, and just fell asleep.

"Kill you."

Song Sijin stood by the bed and looked at him, the more he looked at him, the angrier he became, wishing that he would never wake up for the rest of his life.

But Duan Lingyao woke up the next day, waking up later than usual due to the hangover, sitting on the bed and covering his head, and began to meditate.

On the contrary, Song Sijin, who was not disturbed last night, slept well, woke up early, pretended nothing happened, and ate his breakfast in silence.

"Last night... hiss." Duan Lingyao looked at Song Sijin suspiciously, "Why is the corner of my mouth broken?"

Song Sijin's back was stiff, and he shook his head guiltily, expressing that he didn't know.

Suddenly I was glad that I didn't have to speak, otherwise it would be too easy to reveal my secrets.

Fortunately, Duan Lingyao didn't care too much, jumped out of bed, and directed Song Sijin to wash and dress him. When Song Sijin was tying his clothes, he suddenly said: "I had a dream last night."

"I dreamed that brother Jin ran away."

"Fortunately, it's a dream, otherwise I'm really afraid that I can't help but break your leg."

Song Sijin gave him a jolt, and finally tied his belt, raised his head, and tried his best to smile: "I—"

Duan Lingyao directly reached out and pinched his mouth: "It's agreed not to speak."

Song Sijin lowered his eyes and nodded. He had no choice but to go to the table, dipped a brush in ink, and wrote three words crookedly.

Then he took the paper and carefully placed it in front of Duan Lingyao.

Written on the paper: I will not run;

Duan Lingyao looked at it for a while, tilted his head, and asked while eating the steamed buns: "Who taught you to write, it's so ugly."

He knew very well that Song Sijin was a fool in the past, and he was not loved by his own father, presumably Mr. Song would not care to hire him a husband.

Song Sijin wrote again: My friend and the wife in the village.

Duan Lingyao snorted, and said with a smile: "Then let me teach you how to practice calligraphy. You're so ugly, you won't even be able to write a letter well in the future."

What Duan Lingyao said about teaching him to practice calligraphy is actually to write a copybook for Song Sijin to follow, and he will not delay his own eating, drinking and having fun.

Song Sijin didn't really want to practice calligraphy. What he wrote with charcoal was not ugly, but he was not very proficient with brushes.But there is no way, since you want to coax him, lie to him, and gain his trust...be patient!

While writing, Song Sijin tried hard to recall what his private teacher taught him. After finishing writing, he remembered it, so he went to the kitchen to fiddle with it, and cooked a bowl of sweet rice ball soup made with wine.

When Duan Lingyao came back, he served it meekly.

Duan Lingyao saw ghosts all over his eyes: "Brother Jin took the wrong medicine today? Why are you so proactive all of a sudden?"

Song Sijin quickly shook his head and pointed to his mouth.

Duan Lingyao understood, his eyes squinted: "I want to talk."

Song Sijin nodded vigorously.

Duan Lingyao: "It depends on your performance."

Song Sijin: "Huh?"

It is because I want to show that I am obedient, so I made a bowl of dim sum... How else can I show it?This is really embarrassing for Song Sijin. For an introvert, there is a huge difference between active and passive.

Song Sijin twirled his fingers in embarrassment, saw snacks on the table, and hurriedly brought them over for him to peel.

Duan Lingyao raised his chin, and his neck raised a straight arc: "Hey me."

Song Sijin took a deep breath, peeled a melon seed, fed it to Duan Lingyao, scooped up a spoonful of taro balls, and fed it to Duan Lingyao. Song Sijin was not very skilled in his movements, and was cautiously timid, but very docile and obedient.

In order to be able to speak, Song Sijin tried his best to satisfy Duan Lingyao's request, feeding him, serving tea and water, squeezing his shoulders and beating his back... After three days, Duan Lingyao just didn't let go.

Song Sijin locked himself in the room depressedly, no one dared to listen to him, and he couldn't bring himself to talk to others.

He can only vent himself.

On that night when the fire was burning that he didn't want to recall, he lost two expensive carving knives that Da Zhuang bought for him. He was very distressed, but he had no choice but to make up for it.

At this moment, he found another piece of wood and carved it silently.

This time he wanted to carve a Duan Lingyao, not for anything else, just to vent his anger on what Duan Lingyao said at the beginning.

Duan Lingyao is not trustworthy, and he obviously has Song Sijin's wooden man, but he does not vent on the wooden man, but always vents on Song Sijin, but he gave Song Sijin inspiration.

While carving, there were footsteps outside the door, Song Sijin frantically hid the things, and just as he was hiding, the door was opened.

Duan Lingyao leaned on the door frame, folded his arms, a little dissatisfied: "You didn't cook me something to eat today."

Song Sijin looked at him, hummed subconsciously between his lips, he was about to go out with his head down, and went to the kitchen to get some food for Duan Lingyao.

A few days ago, in order to please Duan Lingyao, Song Sijin made him some soup and snacks every day. His craftsmanship may be good or bad, and it may just suit Duan Lingyao's appetite for not eating too sweet things. They will all be eaten up by Duan Lingyao.

But several days of hard work to please him had no effect, which made Song Sijin very frustrated and lost his motivation.

He wondered if he really didn't do well enough. Anyway, he couldn't face Duan Lingyao with such a sincere and enthusiastic smile.

Duan Lingyao suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Song Sijin who was downcast: "Wait a minute."

Song Sijin looked back at him.

Duan Lingyao said: "How about this, the last request, if you can do it, you are allowed to speak."

Song Sijin's eyes lit up, and he raised his drooping head instantly, looking at him expectantly and hesitantly.

Duan Lingyao reached out to touch the corner of his eyes, and his smile deepened: "Brother Jin, do you know that you look really good when you cry." Like a lily of the valley on a rainy day, beautiful and pale, like a moon in water, hazy and fragile.

In fact, Song Sijin didn't cry very much at ordinary times. Sometimes she shed tears, shed a few drops quietly, and wiped off after shed, and she seemed to be fine again.

I've been crying a lot lately, because Duan Lingyao always persecuted him, so he wets the pillow towel at night and can only rest during the day.

Song Sijin was very confused, he didn't like to look in the mirror when he was crying, so naturally he didn't know what it would look like.

And, what does this have to do with the last requirement?

Duan Lingyao pressed the corners of his eyes, appreciating the details of a work of art: "Tonight, you are not allowed to talk, make noise, cry, or move. Brother Jin, come and try, as long as you can do it, I will promise you. "

How can this be done? Song Sijin looked at him in astonishment, ashamed and eager, so he grabbed Duan Lingyao's sleeve: "No, uh..."

Duan Lingyao asked with a smile: "Nothing? Oh, by the way, if you dare to speak before dawn tomorrow, the agreement will be void."

The syllables that were almost anxiously uttered were instantly suppressed, and Song Sijin grabbed his sleeves sharply, his face showing embarrassment that he couldn't hide.

But he nodded anyway.

"There is one more request." The smile on Duan Lingyao's face restrained a little, "You can talk, but I don't want to hear annoying words, let's make an agreement, Brother Jin, as long as I ask you if you like it in the future, you must answer I like it, do you understand?"

Although it's a bit strange, it's not surprising when you think it's Duan Lingyao.Song Sijin nodded.

into the night.

Duan Lingyao put a silky ribbon over Song Sijin's eyes, and watched Song Sijin sitting on the bed stiffly, not daring to move. It was only then that he let go of his aggressiveness.

In the soft candlelight, the face that used to be flamboyant was actually full of weariness.

Duan Lingyao sat next to Song Sijin, next to him, resting his head on his shoulder, and grabbed his hand.

He touched the callus on Song Sijin's palm, and his fingers passed through his fingers.

"Brother Jin, do you like me?"

After a while there was no response in the room, Duan Lingyao laughed to himself: "Oh, I forgot, you can't talk, so there's no need to answer."

The author says:

thanks for your support!If you find it abusive, you can also read Gu Guyan's "The End of Treating Shizun as a Male Mother", this one is sweet!

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