They Are Not Human! - Chapter 163

[Chapter 162 Rose Castle 23]

Wen Qing’s pupils shrank, and she ducked back, trying to avoid Sikong’s fingers.

Sikong took advantage of the situation and put down his hand, turned sideways, and his whole person was inclined to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing opened her eyes in panic, and in an instant, Sikong clasped his hands and pressed them on the sofa.

“Si—”

Wen Qing only had time to say one word, and Sikong’s lips pressed down.

Sikong held his lips, his teeth gently rubbed against his lips, and slowly gnawed.

Wen Qing’s body stiffened nervously. Sikong’s kiss was different from Yu Xing’s. Compared to kissing, it was more like teasing the prey in his palm.

Apart from kissing, Sikong didn’t do anything else.

Wen Qing bent his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and did not use the props.

His eyelashes trembled, he slowly raised his eyes, and looked at his boss Kong Kong’s dark eyes.

Sikong didn’t close his eyes.

Wen Qing’s heart beat faster, she hurriedly closed her eyes, and prayed in her heart that Sikong would be faster.

Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wen Qing’s trembling eyelashes, like a butterfly held in his palm, flapping its wings.

He held the warm lips, the tip of his tongue touched his mouth, and hooked the tip of the warm and soft tongue.

Sikong didn’t stick to the tip of his tongue, but casually hooked for a moment, then moved to another place, scratching the moist part of Wen Qing’s mouth.

“Hmm…” The

upper jaw was itchy and numb, and Wen Qing let out a faint low hum uncontrollably.

Tears flowed out involuntarily, wetting the eyelashes, and the long eyelashes drooped down.

Pathetic.

Sikong’s kissing action paused slightly, but he didn’t feel the slightest pity in his heart, but wanted to hurt Wen Qing even more.

He raised his hand and pressed Wen Qing’s chin, forcing Wen Qing to open his mouth and kissing even more violently.

Sikong licked Wen Qing’s soft mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue fiercely, pushed hard, sucked, and forced Wen Qing to follow his own rhythm.

Wen Qing opened her mouth, and her eyelashes trembled even more.

Sikong took all his breath away, and Sikong’s cool breath was also on his cheeks, lips and teeth.

He couldn’t move his hands and feet at all, the only thing he could do was bear Sikong’s kiss.

The soft low hum and the sticky sound of water echoed in the living room for a long time.

Suddenly, Sikong’s kiss gradually slowed down.

Wen Qing felt that his mouth was about to be kissed unconscious, and he felt Sikong slowly withdraw, and he thought it was over.

After a while, the sound of the door being pushed was heard.

There was a slight noise from the wooden door.

Wen Qing’s body became more and more stiff, he opened his eyes subconsciously, and looked at his boss Kong’s eyes that were close at hand.

Flickering with wicked interest.

The door didn’t seem to be able to be opened, and the people outside did not come in, but knocked on the door.

Asha’s voice sounded outside the door: “Madam, young master.”

Wen Qing paused with her fingertips and looked at Sikong.

Sikong licked his lips, opened his mouth, rubbed his lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you want to let her in?”

Wen Qing’s lips trembled, wanting to speak, but Sikong didn’t speak to him. Chance, bit his lips punishingly, and whispered, “I haven’t cleaned it for you yet.”

“Do you want her to come in and see?”

Wen Qing’s eyes widened, of course she didn’t want to.

Sikong looked at him, saw the emotion in his eyes, chuckled softly, and said deliberately, “Do you want to?”

Wen Qing: “No…”

Sikong slowly lifted up, pressing his fingertips on Wen Qing’s lips, blocking his words.

He felt the hot and humid touch under his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and slowly rubbed his warm, moist lips.

“Why is it getting wet, mother.”

Wen Qing’s cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

Sikong kissed Wen Qing’s lips again, touching every part of his mouth.

Asha outside the door didn’t know what was going on inside, and couldn’t hear anything.

She waited in fear for a while, but did not hear any response, raised her hand cautiously, knocked on the door, and shouted, “Madam, young master.”

“The black tea has been brought.”

Asha’s voice seemed to be close at hand.

Wen Qing knew that this door was closed on purpose by Sikong, and also knew that Sikong could open the door at any time so that Asha could see what was going on inside.

Wen Qing’s body became more rigid, but her five senses became more acute.

He could clearly feel the shape of Sikong’s tongue, and feel Sikong’s movements and temperature.

He couldn’t help humming lowly, and the secretion of salivary glands became more and more overflowing.

The kiss lasted too long.

Wen Qing’s brain was beginning to feel a little dazed, her body was weak and weak, she leaned on the sofa vainly, and her tears fell rustling.

Touching his wet cheeks, Sikong paused and stopped slowly.

He no longer kissed the gentle lips, but rolled up the tears with the tip of his tongue, tasted the salty and bitter tears, and laughed softly.

Wen Qing gasped for breath, and the fresh air made his brain spin again.

Cool fingers caressed his cheek, gently wiping the tears from his face.

Sikong looked down at him and asked with a light smile, “Why are you crying?”

Wen Qing’s lips trembled, opened her mouth, and said slowly, “You, you hurt me…”

He flexed his fingers , gently tugging at Sikong’s sleeve: “Sikong, you, don’t be like this…”

His voice was hoarse and sticky, stained with a sticky nasal sound, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Sikong let out a low laugh, and slowly wiped away the tears and water stains from his face.

He lowered his head, pressed the tip of Wen Wei’s red nose, and rubbed it affectionately: “Okay.”

Wen Qing’s fingertips trembled, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself that Sikong wanted to continue playing.

The next second, he heard Sikong say, “I’ll be lighter next time.”

“I’ll take good care of you.”

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and next time…

He didn’t want to have another time.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, his hands so soft that he didn’t even have the strength to pinch his palms.

He wanted to cry without tears and thought, what kind of metamorphosis is this mirror version.

He really wanted the real Sikong.

Sikong took the handkerchief, patiently wiped Wen Qing’s face dry, and casually said to Asha outside the door, “Madam doesn’t want to drink anymore.”

Asha: “Yes.”

Wen Qing sat stiffly on the sofa, daring not to drink Any action, obediently let Sikong wipe his face, for fear that any action will arouse Sikong’s abusive desire.

Probably because the new maids were coming, Sikong didn’t do anything else to him.

After wiping his face, Sikong put down his handkerchief and poured Wen Qing a glass of water in a good mood.

Wen Qing looked down at the teacup, daring not to touch it, let alone drink it.

After a while, the knock on the door rang again.

“Master, Madam, someone is here.” It was Lily’s voice.

Sikong: “Come in.”

Wen Qing pursed her lips, which were swollen and painful.

He lowered his head, not wanting to be seen by them now.

Immediately afterwards, a hand was placed on his chin and slowly raised.

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and when she looked up, she saw a dozen or so seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls standing in front of them. They looked young and beautiful, wearing simple clothes.

Everyone bowed their heads, not looking at themselves, let alone Sikong.

Lily stood aside and didn’t look up.

Obviously, before bringing them in, he said some rules.

Wen lightly exhaled, thinking to himself, it’s good that no one looks at him.

Sikong looked at his slightly relaxed expression and chuckled, “You are the master.”

“What you can see and what you can’t, of course you have the final say.”

Wen Qing replied vaguely, he knew that Sikong did this on purpose said.

Big sticks first, then sweet dates.

Sikong casually glanced around the people in front of him, and then asked, “Do you have any interest in it?”

Wen Qing looked at the dozen or so girls, wanting to say that there was none, and wanted them all to go home.

They were also afraid that after they said they didn’t like it, they would end up becoming fertilizer for roses.

For a long while, Wen Qing didn’t know what to say.

Seeing this, Sikong smiled and said, “Since you’re not good at picking, then just stay.”

Wen Qing’s heart sank.

More than a dozen girls showed excitement and joy, and they all bent down and bowed: “Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you, sir.”

… Lily lowered her eyebrows, her face was expressionless, and whispered

to everyone, “You come with me.

”

Sikong was alone. He gritted his teeth and said to Sikong, “I have something to do…”

Sikong turned to look at him and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Are you going to find Ji Yu?”

Wen Qing didn’t know. Why did he suddenly mention Xiao Jiyu, he simply nodded along with Sikong’s words, and said slowly, “I made an appointment with Xiao Jiyu to have lunch together.”

Sikong’s expression moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes: “Really.”

“Need Shall I send you over?”

Hearing that he meant that he wouldn’t force himself, Wen relaxed and said immediately, “No, I, I’ll go over by myself.”

After that, Wen Qing cautiously got up and walked towards the door outside.

Sikong looked at his back, narrowed his eyes, and slowly got up.

The moment he stood up straight, he appeared directly in front of Ji Yu’s room from the living room.

“Click-” the door opened.

Xiao Jiyu stood by the door and looked up at Sikong.

Sikong lowered his head, looked at the child who only reached his knees, and asked straight to the point: “What did your mother ask you for these days?”

Xiao Jiyu blinked, clenched her fingers, and said slowly, “Mother wants, Don’t touch my wounds.”

After speaking, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he said in a soft voice, “I want to be obedient.”

Sikong frowned: “What else?”

Xiao Jiyu thought for a while: ” Today, I have to help my mother feel more comfortable.”

Sikong half-closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and asked softly, “Didn’t he ask you to leave the castle?”

Xiao Jiyu was stunned, his eyes dodged, and he said slowly, “No… Mother didn’t…”

Seeing this, Sikong bent down, stared into his eyes, and asked, “Does my mother smell good?”

Xiao Jiyu nodded: “It smells good.”

Sikong asked again, “Do you know why?”

Xiao Jiyu Looking at him blankly: “Because he is the mother.”

Sikong sneered and said slowly: “He is the human chosen by his father.”

Xiao Jiyu looked at him blankly, not understanding what Sikong was talking about.

Sikong continued: “You are not the only one who likes him.”

“Humans, non-humans… There are countless creatures who like mothers and want to get mothers.”

“Ji Yu, what are you?”

Xiao Jiyu His face turned pale, and his eyes began to turn red: “I, I’m my mother’s son.”

Sikong stopped him and said lightly, “Because he’s here now.

” There are many more likeable children.”

“Ji Yu, once mother leaves here, he won’t give you a second look.”

Xiao Ji Yu pursed his mouth and raised his hand to close the door.

Sikong stopped him from his movements and followed suit: “Those human maids got what they wanted from you, what did they do?”

Xiao Jiyu looked at him with red eyes and didn’t speak.

“They’re gone,” Sikong smiled and said lightly, “Ji Yu, mother also has something she wants.”

“If you don’t give it to him, he will stay here with you forever.”

[End of This Chapter]