A Villainous Childhood Sweetheart At Four And A Half - Chapter 1

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“Amazing!”

“Unbelievable!”

In a room arranged in a warm yet casual style, a woman sat cross-legged on the carpet, wearing a thin yellow nightdress. The hem barely reached her thighs, exposing her fair arms and long, slender legs.

Her originally dyed red hair had faded into a brownish shade. The ends curled softly and fell over her back, making her skin look even fairer and more delicate.

Across the woman’s chest, arms, thighs, and even her bare back were bluish-purple and reddened kiss marks, packed together in a dense, delicate scattering that stretched beneath the fabric where the eye could no longer see.

Even the long, elegant fingers holding her phone had several faint bite marks on them. It was not hard to see how intensely possessive the person who had left those marks on her was.

As the final stirring sound effect rang out, her match-3 game successfully cleared level 6587.

Pei Hanying glanced at the time in the upper right corner, which was close to six o’clock, tossed her phone aside, and flopped backward. Her posture was like a salted fish spread out in a starfish shape, making the delicate pure-gold anklet around her ankle give a crisp jingle.

The chain tail hanging from the anklet extended outward, stretching from where she was all the way to the foot of the bed. The long gold chain piled on the floor, locking the Pei family’s young heiress inside the room like a caged canary.

Other than obediently staying in the room, Pei Hanying could not go anywhere.

At this hour, Ning Song should already be on her way back. Last night, Ning Song had gone too far. Her movements had also been heavy, leaving marks on Pei Hanying’s body one darker than the next. Even after applying medicine, Pei Hanying still felt somewhat uncomfortable now.

Pei Hanying gritted her teeth and looked at her own hand. In the end, she still admitted defeat, thinking that later, she would dig the finger sleeves out of the cabinet.

She could not let Ning Song take the lead again.

Besides, Ning Song had been watching her a little less strictly lately. She had given Pei Hanying her phone, moved the computer back into the bedroom, and the clothes she left for her were no longer so lacking in fabric that they could not be seen by others.

It would not be impossible for Pei Hanying to take the initiative a few times and coax her into a slightly better mood.

Thinking this, she closed her eyes. Her entire upper body was wrapped in the soft floor sofa, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

When she woke again, it was to the clear, pleasant sound of bells constantly ringing beside her ear.

Pei Hanying’s cheeks were flushed from sleep. She opened her eyes in a daze, and had only just propped herself up on her elbows when the appearance of the person in front of her fell into her gaze.

The woman kneeling before her at this moment was exceptionally beautiful. Her skin was cold white, almost translucent, and her beautiful jade-green cat eyes stared straight at Pei Hanying. Her lips were rosy.

She was wearing a strapless black dress, the hem trimmed with white lace, just brushing against her snow-white thighs.

The cat-ear hair clip on her head had pink on the inside. As its owner breathed, the ears trembled gently. Behind her, a fluffy black cat tail swayed, extending from beneath the hem of her dress.

Most of the soft, snowy rise and fall of her chest was exposed. Looking upward, the bell sound from earlier came from the black collar tied around the woman’s snow-white swan neck. A bell hung from it, and the leather collar locked around her throat. The faint red marks showing beneath it made a person’s desire for control unconsciously take root.

At the sight, Pei Hanying felt heat rush to her nose and instinctively covered it.

She stammered, “Ning—Ning Song! Why are you dressed like this!”

Ning Song looked at her. The blush on her face was beautiful and meandering, spreading out across her skin, and even her tightly drawn waist was trembling in a hidden way.

Her breathing faltered for a moment. She avoided Pei Hanying’s question and only said, “It’s time for dinner.”

A small table had been set up on the floor. Ning Song had always indulged her, to the point that Pei Hanying could practically be considered someone who only had to stretch out her hand to be dressed and open her mouth to be fed.

Those who did not know better might even think that the famous President Ning of Jing City was her personal maid.

However, no matter how well Ning Song treated Pei Hanying, she still could not cut off Pei Hanying’s desire to run.

After all, no one wanted to be locked up.

Pei Hanying barely managed to move her gaze away from the tail behind Ning Song, then looked at the dishes on the table, complete in color, aroma, and flavor.

Several of them were even spicy. One glance was enough to make a person’s appetite surge.

But she merely curled her lip and said, completely justified, “I’m not eating. I want to eat something you made.”

Hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed through Ning Song’s eyes. Her voice was soft, carrying a hoarseness. “Last time, you said you didn’t want to eat it, and that you never wanted to eat my cooking again.”

Watching the woman lower her head as she spoke, her long lashes drooping, looking faintly fragile, Pei Hanying felt guilty for a moment. Then she immediately toughened up again.

It was clearly Ning Song who had locked her up without her consent. Was she not even allowed to be angry?

She gave a soft snort. In the end, she still picked up her chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

Ever since Ning Song had locked her up, the two of them had rarely spoken to each other.

Ning Song had always been quiet, while Pei Hanying got angry whenever she saw that beautiful yet fragile face of hers. Naturally, she had even less desire to talk to her.

Aside from eating, the only thing left between them was that matter on the bed.

As she picked grains of rice into her mouth one by one, Pei Hanying added expressionlessly in her heart: oh, and she was forced into that too.

At the dining table, there was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks knocking together. The clinking and tugging of Pei Hanying’s anklet chain intertwined with the intermittent sound of Ning Song’s bell.

After eating a dinner she could barely taste, Pei Hanying set down her chopsticks and looked at the person opposite her.

Ning Song had eaten even less than she had. She held her chopsticks in her hand, her thin, lonely wrist trembling faintly. The alluring flush had already spread from her cheeks all the way downward, dyeing the whole snow-white expanse of her chest with a pink haze.

Pei Hanying could not help speaking in a sarcastic tone. “Oh? Could it be that our President Ning loses her appetite just by looking at my face?”

Hearing her words, Ning Song lifted her head. Her jade-green eyes, misty with moisture and rippling faintly, looked at Pei Hanying. The woman’s long lashes were thick and dark, impossibly damp and glossy.

She looked like a wronged cat that had been scolded, even the tip of her nose turning red.

She explained softly, “No. I’m just not very hungry…”

Before she could finish, Pei Hanying laughed. She stood up and, amid the clinking of chains, suddenly tugged the woman up. Somewhat wickedly, she pulled at the tip of Ning Song’s tail and, as she wished, heard a low, soft gasp by her ear. Only then did she say leisurely,

“Fine. If you’re not hungry, then let’s do something proper.”

With her tail being tugged, the nerves connected to her body were pulled along. Ning Song leaned back slightly, and the pale blue veins lying along the side of her neck became even more distinct, rising and falling faintly with her breathing.

Her palm pushed lightly against Pei Hanying’s shoulder. Feeling Pei Hanying’s kiss land on her neck, the woman said brokenly, “We still… haven’t cleaned up. Wait, mm… wait, Yingying.”

Pei Hanying listened to the voice by her ear, sounding like soft, whimpering sobs. In the end, the hand that had slipped beneath the skirt moved downward and landed at the bend of Ning Song’s legs. She lifted her up at once and went around to the other side of the bed.

After placing her on the bed and looking at the woman’s seaweed-like black curls scattered over the pale bedsheets, Pei Hanying gave a low laugh and peeled off her clothes as if peeling a lychee, revealing the snow-white flesh underneath.

She turned Ning Song over. Watching the cat tail swaying about in a flustered mess, she finally leaned down over her, pressing skin to skin.

Her breath fell behind the woman’s ear. Pei Hanying’s canine teeth pressed against her earlobe, slowly grinding and biting, while her fingers landed on Ning Song’s back and traced along the hollow of her spine.

Every place she touched seemed to carry an electric current. Ning Song had already been somewhat unable to bear it, and her breathing grew more and more disordered. In the end, her waist still went soft. Her thin back rose and fell slowly, still marked with scratch marks, claw marks, and… kiss marks left by Pei Hanying. (Nothing happened, reviewer.)

Seeing her look so delicate and powerless at this moment, already covered in a fine layer of sweat when Pei Hanying had not even done anything, Pei Hanying let out a cold sneer.

“Useless. Where did all that energy you used to torment me go?”

The cat ears and cat tail Ning Song was wearing could sense the changes in their owner’s body temperature. After hearing those words, her body temperature continued to rise. Her tail and ears moved, making her look pitiful beyond words. (What did I even write?)

Pei Hanying reached one hand from behind to the front, while the other brushed past the cat tail. Listening as the breaths by her ear gradually grew louder, the displeasure in her heart finally eased a little. (What did I write this time?)

She lifted her knee and exerted gentle force from front and back, slow and unhurried. (Isn’t this already euphemistic enough?)

The woman beneath her trembled even more violently, her whimpering sounds growing softer each time.

Normally, Pei Hanying would have already softened. But she had been locked up for more than half a month. That bit of heart-softness she had reserved only for Ning Song had long since vanished completely. (Where is this even explicit?)

Realizing that the person beneath her wanted to run, Pei Hanying pressed down on Ning Song’s lower back. After holding her in place, her fingers circled around the dimples at her waist, paying no attention to her trembling body.

Her smiling voice fell, but there was little warmth in her eyes.

“Why are you running? Isn’t this what you wanted from me?”

“Little cat, lift your tail higher.”

As she spoke, only a few minutes passed before Ning Song’s eyes lost focus. All four of her limbs went weak, and she could only allow the wicked woman to arrange her as she pleased.

The loose strands of hair stuck to her cheeks had long since grown damp. If wrung out, they might have dripped water.

Realizing that her gasps were gradually growing louder, Pei Hanying clicked her tongue, lifted her up, and passed several mouthfuls of water to her mouth to mouth.

After the woman leaned against her chest and her originally pale lips gradually recovered their color, Pei Hanying’s eyes remained fixed tightly on her face, though her mouth said,

“Useless little cat. You can’t even last once.”

Ning Song did not speak. She merely turned her head to the side and silently buried herself a little deeper in Pei Hanying’s arms.

Her fingertips clutched Pei Hanying’s nightdress. They were still trembling, lacking any real strength.

After letting her rest for a while, Pei Hanying went to get the octopus-ridged finger sleeves and returned, again and again, everything Ning Song had done to her yesterday.

The number of finger sleeves falling onto the wooden floor gradually increased. Ning Song’s body also became weaker and weaker. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and almost her entire body and face were flushed pink, like a fresh pink crabapple blooming boldly in the spring.

After removing the last three finger sleeves, Pei Hanying leaned close to her. Sensing the woman approaching, Ning Song instinctively tilted her head up, wanting to ask for a kiss, only to be pushed away by Pei Hanying without hesitation.

Her expression went blank. Her lashes lowered, hiding the disappointment in her jade-green eyes.

“Hold on tight. I’ll take you to clean up.” Pei Hanying knew Ning Song liked kissing her. In the past, when Ning Song pressed her down, she always liked to take advantage of Pei Hanying’s dazed moments to kiss her clumsily.

But when Pei Hanying was clear-headed, she was not very willing to let the woman have her way.

Carrying her into the bathroom, through the frosted glass door, one could faintly make out a graceful figure pressing against it. The door gradually became wet.

The little cat in heat also became a wet little cat.

When they came out of the bathroom, Ning Song had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Pei Hanying’s desire for revenge was very strong. Every mark Ning Song had left on her body, she returned one by one, and even left more.

Now Ning Song was not wearing any clothes. From top to bottom, there was almost no untouched skin left on her.

After roughly tidying up the bed, Pei Hanying placed her on it and looked at the woman’s peaceful sleeping face. She let out a soft breath.

Afterward, Ning Song always slept especially deeply. On top of that, Pei Hanying had added an appropriate amount of sleeping pills into the water she had fed her earlier. She would not wake up for a short while.

After staring at her for a while, Pei Hanying took a pair of gold-cutting pliers from beneath the bed and decisively cut the gold chain around her ankle.

She found a set of the woman’s clothes and changed into them. Feeling the scent of Ning Song wrapping around her from head to toe, she frowned. Then, holding the key, just as she was about to walk out of the room, she looked at the gold chain lying alone on the floor and suddenly curled her lips.

In the end, she wrapped the gold chain several times around Ning Song’s wrist. Only then did she open the door and stride away, taking nothing with her.

When she arrived downstairs, the night was already deep. Everything around her was silent, and a driver was already waiting.

After opening the door for her and waiting for Pei Hanying to sit properly, the Maybach drove toward the airport. Two hours later, there would be an international flight departing from Jing City.

Pei Hanying leaned against the car window, somewhat tired as well.

This was her first contact with the outside world in more than half a month, yet strangely, she did not feel very excited.

At this moment, she even could not help looking in the direction of Ning Song’s apartment.

Pei Hanying thought that although she had long known Ning Song was the villain from the original novel, she had been childhood sweethearts with her for so many years, from the age of four until now. Every time she saw her, she had always felt that the woman was obedient and cute.

It was only after Ning Song gradually grew up that Pei Hanying saw another side of her, one she had never known before.

So when exactly had Ning Song started turning dark?