His Canary [他的金丝雀]

2. I'm Afraid of You

　　Jing Rong's voice was leisurely and smiling, but it was like a poisonous snake, biting Dong Ci's heart in an instant.

　　"No, I don't want it." The bed was soft, but Dong Ci curled up the moment it touched her. At this moment, her eyes were red, like a frightened little white rabbit.

　　"Now you know you are afraid, so why did you make me angry in the first place?"

　　Jing Rong curled his lips and slowly took off his coat. When he was about to take off his clothes, his fingertips suddenly stopped.

　　He slightly side-glanced at Dong Ci, and half of his handsome face looked warm and harmless under the warm yellow light. "Ah, since you are here to serve me, then my clothes will naturally be taken off by you." As he said, he buttoned up the buttons that had been unbuttoned.

　　Seeing Dong Ci curled up in the corner of the bed, he stretched his neck and curled his lips slightly. "Xiao Ci, are you waiting for me to come find you?"

　　"Jing Rong..." Dong Ci was very scared of Jing Rong in this state.

　　She shook her head helplessly, sobbing like a little beast. Because she was too panicked, the thin blanket under her was crumpled into a ball by her.

　　For a long time, Jing Rong used this posture to force her and possess her. That was her darkest time.

　　"Let me go, please let me go." The darkest memory in her heart was brought out, and Dong Ci looked at him with her eyes beginning to fade.

　　Seeing Jing Rong approaching her step by step, she seemed to be frightened, and she crawled to run under the bed with her hands and feet, but he grabbed her ankle.

　　"Want to escape again?"

　　Jing Rong's voice sounded behind him, and the low and mellow voice was covered with a layer of coldness. His slender fingertips grasped her delicate ankles, and with just a light pull, he pulled her back.

　　"Xiao Ci, you really disappoint me." He stretched out his arms and took Dong Ci back into his arms, then pinched her chin and kissed her fiercely with anger. 

　　The strong and deep kiss made Dong Ci a little breathless. Jing Rong sucked her soft tongue with the tip of his tongue, and his domineering breath occupied her mouth. 

　　There was a tingling sensation on her lips, and Dong Ci cried out in pain, and then she felt a fishy sweetness in her mouth. Jing Rong actually bit her lip.

　　Giving her a few seconds to breathe, Jing Rong found a comfortable position to lean on the bed. During this time, his arms were still tightly around her waist, not allowing her to escape.

　　"Xiao Ci, don't make me even angrier."

　　Jing Rong patted her little face, motioning her to continue undressing him. At this time, Dong Ci was kneeling on his legs, with no way to avoid it, so she could only bite her lips to help him unbutton his clothes.

　　Her lips were numb, and her breath was full of his domineering breath. Even though she had lowered her head very low, she could still feel Jing Rong's hot breath spraying on her neck.

　　This was not the first time Dong Ci helped him undress. Before the two of them got married, Jing Rong had forced her to do this many times.

　　Because her fingertips were still a little trembling, Dong Ci undressed him very slowly, but this time Jing Rong's patience was surprisingly good. Not only did he not urge her, he also kept stroking her hair gently.

　　As all the buttons were undone, his muscular chest came into Dong Ci's sight. Although she had seen his body countless times, she still felt shy every time she saw it.

　　"You're so good." Seeing Dong Ci doing all these things obediently, Jing Rong kissed her cheek in appreciation and pointed at her pants. "Go on."

　　In a trance, she seemed to see the him again:

　　'Are you shy, Xiao Ci? Why are your hands shaking?'

　　'Be good, don't be afraid, believe me, everything will be fine once you get used to me.'

　　The scenes of the past emerged before her eyes, and Dong Ci's eyes were wet with tears, blurry and a little unclear.

　　The moment the belt was pulled away, Jing Rong turned around and pressed her under him, with dense kisses spreading from her neck down...

　　"Why are you crying again?"

　　Jing Rong touched her cheek helplessly, and kissed her tears dry.