After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 22

Duan Lingyao grabbed Song Sijin's ear and angrily crossed the courtyard, dragging him all the way into his room.

Lan Chi, who was alone by the window, straightened up, and Zhao Xiaozhi, who was counting the clusters of arrows, clenched his fists. At this moment, the two of them connected with each other, and at the same time, they had a thought: Beast!

Song Sijin bent over and tilted his head, feeling very remorseful in his heart, why couldn't he hold back his laughter.

The door was slammed shut, Duan Lingyao pushed him inside, Song Sijin dawdled and couldn't stand still, and sat down on the bed.

He wanted to stand up, but Duan Lingyao folded his arms and stared at him unhappily, making his legs weak, so he sat back down again.

"Is it funny?"

"It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny at all!"

"..."

"It's really not funny..."

Duan Lingyao took a deep breath: "Is this my problem? It's the bug's problem! It's the season, and the bugs are still crawling around...it doesn't make sense!"

Song Sijin felt that the bugs were wronged, and whispered, "It's not too cold now, and the bugs in Changxi City haven't started hibernating yet."

Duan Lingyao raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why didn't I see it before?"

Song Sijin said tactfully, "Maybe others will always clean up the place you are going to in advance."

He moved his nose and smelled a faint pleasant aroma in the house, which was mixed with the familiar smell of insect repellent grass. He touched the quilt and found it was dry and soft, and the whole house looked brand new after being tidied up.

Duan Lingyao's face darkened faintly: "So there are still many bugs in the mountain now?"

It was dark before, coupled with the cover of vegetation, he really didn't pay much attention.

"Yes." Song Sijin grabbed the fluffy quilt fondly, "Little Grandpa, don't be afraid, there are definitely no bugs in the house."

Duan Lingyao jumped instantly: "I'm not afraid!"

Song Sijin: "..."

The young man in front of him blushed, and his beautiful eyebrows showed a bit of fierceness. He stretched out his hand to Song Sijin, making him tremble and dare not move in fright.

It's over, I won't be beaten.

Song Sijin had only one thought in his mind.

But a hand touched his shoulder and pushed in: "Go in."

Song Sijin obediently moved in, but was grabbed and dragged out again: "You plan to lie down like this?"

Song Sijin opened his eyes in confusion.

Duan Lingyao raised his chin, and gave an order coldly and decisively: "Take off!"

So the next moment, Song Sijin also blushed slowly along with him, but one was blushing from embarrassment, which was concealed with arrogance, and the other was pitiful, frightened and nervous.

After hesitating for a while, Song Sijin didn't dare to resist, and slowly took off.

With trembling hands, he tugged at the belt very slowly, uncontrollably recalling certain cruel and bloody rumors about Young Master Duan while tugging.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Song Sijin didn't dare to take it off again. He decided to choose the less scary one from the two fire pits: "Little Gongye."

The caller's voice was soft and thin, trembling erratically: "Why don't you hit me."

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Song Sijin shrugged his shoulders, and put on a doormat appearance: "I don't dare to laugh at you anymore, really."

Duan Lingyao was funny and angry, stepped forward and pushed him down, looked at the surprised and ashamed Song Sijin, deliberately showed an evil and fierce look: "It turns out that Brother Jin is a big pervert, since you think so, then little Grandpa, if I don’t satisfy you, am I sorry for your expectations? Don’t be shy, my brother will help you take off right now!”

Duan Lingyao jumped on Song Sijin's body, pawing and pulling, making a mess of the quilt and pillow on the bed and Song Sijin's clothes and hair.Song Sijin couldn't resist his strength at all, and the few weak struggles were quickly suppressed.

Soon his coat and shoes were stripped off, and he was pressed down tightly.

Song Sijin closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his eyes were squeezed out a little. He blushed and remained silent. He didn't understand why Duan Lingyao was a little shorter than himself, but so much stronger.

There is no way, bear with it.Zhao Xiaozhi is also nearby, he won't play himself to death in one go, so just... bear with it.

Song Sijin was determined to treat himself like a piece of wood.

As for this piece of wood, the outermost layer of dirty and rough skin was stripped off, and then wrapped in a warm and soft quilt.

The tense and cold body gradually regained consciousness in the dry and warm blanket baked by the charcoal fire. Song Sijin felt that Duan Lingyao pushed him to the innermost part of the bed, and lay down alone next to him.

He opened his eyes in surprise, but only saw the top of Duan Lingyao's hair - Duan Lingyao's face was half buried between the pillow and the quilt, next to his shoulder, and he said in a muffled voice, "Sleep."

Just fell asleep like this?

Song Sijin couldn't believe it: "You... I, uh... Don't you want to do something else..."

Duan Lingyao sneered, and rubbed his tender face against Song Sijin's shoulder: "Brother Jin seems to hope that he will do something else."

"No!" Song Sijin blurted out, then obediently closed his eyes, "I fell asleep, fell asleep."

Duan Lingyao opened his mouth and bit his shoulder lightly, feeling hot and itchy, Song Sijin shuddered, closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.

He should have been so nervous and terrified that he couldn't sleep that night, because the little devil king he feared the most was lying beside him, and he couldn't tell when this person would have bad thoughts.

But the quilt is so comfortable, the warmth replaces the damp and cold, the light fragrance replaces the musty smell, and I don't have to worry about some strange little creatures suddenly coming out of the old house that has been unoccupied all the year round to say hello to me.

So gradually, Song Sijin's breathing became regular, and he turned over, as if hugging Duan Lingyao.

……

The road in the mountains is too difficult to walk.

Duan Lingyao, Song Sijin, Zhao Xiaozhi, Lan Chi, Xin Yi... a group of people all put on clothes for easy movement.Most of the people carried bows and arrows or bamboo baskets, and invited an old local hunter to lead the way, and went into the mountain like this.

Riding a horse is not something that can be learned immediately. When starting out, Song Sijin and Duan Lingyao rode the same horse. He sat in front of him, and Duan Lingyao happily hugged his waist and drove the horse forward.

But this is very inconvenient, because Song Sijin is a little taller than Duan Lingyao, which seems rather cramped.

"Keep your head down." Duan Lingyao muttered and lay down on Song Sijin's back. From a distance, it looked like a little girl in a red dress snuggling on the scholar's back. Take a closer look.

When you get close, you can find that these two people are awkward everywhere, but the "little girl" in the back is extremely arrogant and arrogant, insisting on forcing people to circle them.

Thanks to the slender figure of the "scholar" in the front, the people behind him can hold their hands, so the height is not so funny, but it makes the two of them a little clumsy and cute.

Duan Lingyao rubbed his chin against Song Sijin's shoulder, and the warm air flowed into Song Sijin's neck.

Song Sijin moved awkwardly, not only his neck was itchy, but even the hand on his waist seemed to have a thorn, which was light and heavy at times, making people uneasy.

He was nervous and embarrassed, and after learning all the way, he only learned to sit on the horse and stroll. To be honest, he really didn't taste the joy of riding a horse.

Duan Lingyao suddenly pinched him lightly, and whispered in his ear, "Don't move around."

Song Sijin, who was secretly hiding his hand and breathing, stopped suddenly, and tensed up because of the sudden request. He didn't know the reason, but thought that his little thoughts of hiding quietly had been discovered, so he hurriedly moved back Posted it.

There was something wrong with this post, Song Sijin became more and more stiff, his head slowly drooped, like a morning glory scalded by the hot sun at noon in midsummer, and slowly turned red little by little.

He tried to slide forward quietly again, but the horse bumped and made him rub against Duan Lingyao.

As if being hit by him, Duan Lingyao groaned, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Song Sijin closed his eyes in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

Duan Lingyao reached out and hammered him on the shoulder, but it wasn't heavy, it was not as fierce as his tone: "I said don't move around, but you still lean over... Did you do it on purpose!"

This wronged Song Sijin badly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't do it on purpose, but Duan Lingyao was unreasonable, felt uncomfortable when he was rubbed against, and couldn't vent at this time, so his heart became more and more angry, very vicious and The stingy decision made Song Sijin feel uncomfortable with him.

He pinched and rubbed Song Sijin's waist in retaliation, until his waist was soft and his legs were soft. Song Sijin almost turned into a pool of autumn water, which almost flowed out from between Duan Lingyao's fingers.

The skinny young man's face was flushed, and he was treated so excessively, but he refused to refuse it with righteous words. If people saw it, he would not only mourn his misfortune, but would also be angry at him.

Fortunately, he was a distance away from the evildoers behind him. No one saw him so weak, so no one would despise him.

Song Sijin stammered and begged for mercy: "Young master, I was wrong, can you stop, stop touching."

Duan Lingyao was so arrogant that he was unreasonable and unforgiving: "Do you still dare to mess around?"

"Don't dare."

"You're obviously still moving."

Song Sijin was in distress, why did he want to move, it was because Duan Lingyao's hateful hand was always touching and pinching unexpectedly, like an unpredictable cat mischievous, he would never guess his next time Wherever it will attack, it will always throb for his next touch.

"I really don't dare..."

Duan Lingyao smiled in his ear and said, "Why wouldn't you dare? Didn't brother Jin dare to laugh at others before? I think brother Jin is very courageous."

It's really unreasonable to think about the old account from last night again. Song Sijin couldn't say no to him, his lips were murmured, and he would only intermittently admit his mistakes and beg for mercy.

It took a long time, maybe only a short while, but it was too difficult, and this period of time immediately became extremely long.

The trees shaded the sky, and the leaves swayed when the wind blew. Although such a cool mountain breeze was blowing, Song Sijin was as hot as if he was wrapped in a stove.

Finally, the little devil with a deceptively pretty face behind him showed mercy and let him go. He stopped his horse and helped Song Sijin get off the ground.

Song Sijin's legs were so limp that he almost fell down, his face blushed, and he dared not face Duan Lingyao in shame, so he simply squatted on the ground and put a stone on it.

Duan Lingyao let out an inexplicable laugh above his head, and the laughing Song Sijin didn't dare to look up.

After a while, everyone caught up and got off their horses one after another, because the mountain road ahead was not easy to walk, so they rode more slowly.

It was mid-morning at this time, and it happened to be at the edge of the kumquat grove.After the discussion, Duan Lingyao wanted to take people on foot to hunt around. Song Sijin and Lan Chi had no interest in hunting, so they stopped here to rest, leaving two other people to take care of them and the horses.

After a while, the people around dispersed, and Zhao Xiaozhi chased Duan Lingyao deeper with resentment.

Sitting bored, Song Sijingan carried his bamboo basket on his back, and decided to find some wild vegetables nearby to pick some fruits, so that Duan Lingyao and the others would not have too monotonous food for the picnic when they came back from hunting.

Lan Chi also brought a basket, followed him a few steps, and stopped Song Sijin when he reached a place where no one else could see him.

"Did Duan Lingyao bully you again just now?"

Speaking of this, Song Sijin was very wronged. He felt that it was not good to speak ill of the person he liked in front of Lan Chi, but Duan Lingyao was too much.

"Lan Chi, can you dislike Duan Lingyao?" Song Sijin was soft-tempered and could bear it, but he really felt that Lan Chi couldn't bear this kind of bullying, "He's too bad."

Although she is pretty, sometimes it will give people the illusion that she is cute, maybe it is not really that bad...but it is still too much!

Of course Lan Chi knew what kind of bastard Duan Lingyao was, so he pulled Song Sijin back: "Okay, I don't like him anymore, Si Jin, shall we leave him?"

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1817:44:40-2022-07-1917:48:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Heizi テツヤ; 1 bottle if I don’t want to go to school;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!