His Canary [他的金丝雀]

20. I Hate You (9)

　　The skin on her neck felt wet, and Dong Ci only felt the part where Jing Rong was sucking was numb and itchy.

　　She felt him nibbling her neck with his teeth, and Dong Ci groaned, and it felt like an electric current was running through her, and the strength in her body was being drained away bit by bit.

　　"Jing, Jing Rong."

　　At this time, she was in the classroom, and her sight was blocked by Jing Rong's figure. Although they were sitting in the last row, there was no guarantee that no one would see them. She anxiously pulled Jing Rong's clothes, hoping that he would let her go.

　　"I'll kiss you here from now on, okay?"

　　After letting go of Dong Ci, Jing Rong's voice became a little hoarse. He stepped away from her a little, and his fingertips brushed over the kiss mark that was gradually showing color, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

　　Dong Ci now has short hair, and the length of her hair does not cover her neck at all. She covered the kiss mark exposed to the air with her hand, and tears rose in her eyes.

　　"Don't cry."

　　Seeing that Dong Ci's pitiful tears were about to come out, he brushed her hand away and helped her cover her collar, and said with a smile. "It's all your own fault. If you didn't pierce your ears to protect from me, I wouldn't kiss your neck."

　　"If you don't want others to see the marks on your body, then be obedient in the future." Jing Rong smiled slightly, leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly.

　　"As long as you don't make me angry, I'll do anything for you."

　　"..."

　　Dong Ci's skin was tender and white, and if you pinched it hard, it would leave a red mark, not to mention the one where Jing Rong kissed her hard.

　　The bright red mark was so big and sharp on her snow-white neck, and the color difference was obvious.

　　Out of helplessness, Dong Ci could only cover it with two Band-Aids.

　　If she had long hair now, she would probably be able to cover the kiss mark without Band-Aids. Dong Ci looked at her hair that fell to her chin, and for the first time she regretted her decision.

　　Her ears still hurt, and after several days, the pain not only did not subside, but it became inflamed.

　　Dong Ci remembered that the aunt at the barber shop had told her that after getting her ears pierced, she had to frequently turn the earrings, otherwise they would get blocked easily. The thought was scary, so Dong Ci quickly reached out and turned them.

　　The earrings were a little itchy, and after turning the earring rod, Dong Ci reached out and pinched them, but she felt the back was wet, and the base of her ear was getting hotter and hotter.

　　She was stunned, and put her fingers in front of her eyes to see that they were bleeding.

　　The toilet paper had been pressed behind her ears for a long time, and when it was taken off, there were pieces of red. The more Dong Ci looked at it, the more distressed she felt, and her ears felt even more painful.

　　Jing Rong was sleeping nearby, and in a daze, she only felt that the originally quiet Dong Ci had been rummaging around for something, and was talking to classmates from all sides, as if she was borrowing something.

　　He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a trembling little hand holding a cotton swab and wiping behind her ear. She seemed to be afraid of pain, and waved the cotton swab in the air for a long time, but didn't dare to start.

　　Jing Rong saw a solidified red behind her ear, and this time he found that Dong Ci's ear was broken. With a frown on his face, Jing Rong stood up from the table, took the cotton swab from her hand, and asked with some displeasure. "What happened?"

　　"I must have accidentally scratched the wound just now." Dong Ci used a small mirror to look at several angles, but couldn't see what the wound behind her ear looked like. Jing Rong pursed his lips, dipped the cotton swab in alcohol, and took it towards her to apply the wound.

  　　"What are you doing?"

  　　Dong Ci was like a frightened rabbit, and she reflexively grabbed his hand. Jing Rong glanced at her lightly, curled his lips and sneered. "What else can I do? Of course, I will help you to heal your wound."