ebookland Chapter 212 Their Exit
Chapter 212 Their Exit
Bo Junxing's breathing grew heavier and heavier, the veins on his forehead throbbing with each suppressed gasp, and sweat trickling down his chin, soaking the pillowcase.
But he couldn't calm down.
Because we couldn't get out, and also because of that little trinket we ate earlier.
Shen Feiwan was different. When she was hungry, she would eat, and when she was full, she would cover herself with a blanket and go to sleep.
She also made sure to cover Bo Junxing with a blanket.
However, she wasn't particularly sleepy right now, and there was nothing here—no internet, no TV, and no other living thing.
When people are not sleepy but extremely bored, they always want to play with something.
There's nothing fun in an unchanging, lifeless object. If you want to have fun, you can only play with Bo Junxing and the things on his body that can change.
Shen Feiwan was fiddling with him quite enthusiastically, but she just wouldn't give him any satisfaction, not even once.
Even when she was tired and took a nap, Bo Junxing was still erect.
He looked like he was really in pain; the veins on his forehead and there were bulging.
She lay lazily on her side, her fingernails lightly scratching.
Her gaze held a hint of mockery, as if she were watching a one-act play directed by her.
"Shen Feiwan," Bo Junxing's voice was hoarse beyond belief, "what exactly do you want?"
Shen Feiwan chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing up his abdominal muscles to his heart, where she gently tapped it. "What do I want? Haven't you always known perfectly well?"
Bo Junxing clenched and unclenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.
His voice was practically squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Have you had enough fun yet?"
Shen Feiwan propped her head up with her hand, pretending to think, "Hmm...it seems...not yet."
Her fingers suddenly increased their pressure, leaving a faint red mark on his skin with her nails.
Bo Junxing's body trembled violently, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
Shen Feiwan continued, "You play with me for a few days, and I'll play with you for a few days. Isn't that fair?"
“Shen Feiwan,” Bo Junxing’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “tell me honestly, am I playing you or serving you?”
“Then…” Shen Feiwan’s fingertips paused, gently drawing circles, “You can also consider it as me serving you.”
Bo Junxing's eyes darkened, and he almost gritted his teeth, "Then let me out."
Shen Feiwan shook her head. "No."
"I have to go to the toilet."
Shen Feiwan shook her head again, "You have to bear with it."
Bo Junxing frowned deeply. "I didn't treat you like that. I was the one who held you when you couldn't stand."
“Then I can’t help you,” Shen Feiwan chuckled. “You’re so tall and heavy, I can’t do it.”
Her gaze gradually turned cold. "Actually, it's very simple if you want to leave. Just tell me where you hid your phone, wallet, and passport, and I'll let you out."
Bo Junxing's lips were pressed into a straight line, and he remained silent.
Shen Feiwan narrowed her eyes, her tone suddenly turning cold, "You're refusing to listen to reason and now you're asking for trouble."
After saying that, she got out of bed, took out a bottle of Runhua Night from the bedside table drawer, and poured some into her palm.
Bo Junxing's gaze followed her, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
She unintentionally met his gaze, smiled at him, and the smugness in her eyes became even more unrestrained.
Once she gets into it, she does it herself.
Finally, she resorted to her old trick, thinking it was enough to leave first, but not forgetting to block Bo Junxing's way out.
Several times, Bo Junxing was stumped by her specially made little tissues.
He struggled and growled, but could not find a way to escape.
Seeing the veins bulging on his forehead and sweat pouring down like rain, Shen Feiwan reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her voice both tender and cold. "Be good, just bear with it a little longer; or simply give in. The choice is yours."
Bo Junxing simply couldn't take it anymore. He had been at her mercy for too long in this position, and all he wanted was to get out and be free once.
Sweat had already soaked the bedding, his chest heaved violently, and his muscles were taut like a fully drawn bow, as if they were about to snap at any moment.
Finally, he relented, "Shen Feiwan, you win. I said, let me out!"
"Oh?" Shen Feiwan slowly knelt down beside him again, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with the light of a victor.
Her fingers gently traced his unbearable throbbing, feeling the pulse throbbing beneath his skin, and her smile deepened. "So you're about to surrender, Mr. Bo? Weren't you so tough when you tied me up here?"
Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavy and rapid. "Stop talking nonsense, let me out, and I'll tell you where I hid the thing."
"Haha..." Shen Feiwan chuckled, gently tapping Bo Junxing's chest. Her voice was languid and overly sweet. "It's not impossible, but you have to beg me, understand? You have to say it."
Thin, even pupils suddenly contracted, but their depths were quickly overwhelmed by a deeper longing.
"I beg you, Shen Feiwan, I beg you."
Shen Feiwan's smile deepened as she looked at Bo Junxing as if admiring a fine work of art. "That's more like it."
As she spoke, she began pulling out the tissues she had prepared beforehand.
Slowly, little by little, Bo Junxing was trembling all over.
The muscles twitched uncontrollably.
His breathing was disordered, sweat streamed down his neck, and he let out a series of low, hoarse groans.
All the tissues were taken away, and Bo Junxing, who had been stretched to the limit, finally found a way out. He could finally go out.
He erupted, like a wild beast breaking free of its shackles, bursting forth with tremendous force.
Having been trapped for so long, he made several attempts to break free, and it took him a very long time before he was finally able to escape.
This volcanic eruption-like impact almost overwhelmed him; he trembled, became disoriented, and his breathing became rapid, as if he were drowning. He felt as if he had been pushed to the brink of collapse, with the edge of collapse connected to endless danger.
Shen Feiwan's gaze fell on Bo Junxing, and she paused slightly.
His chest was still heaving, sweat glistening under the light, and his muscles, though relaxed from exhaustion, still exuded an undeniable sense of strength.
Her throat tightened slightly, and she asked thoughtfully, "Can this still be used?"
Bo Junxing kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard her at all.
His eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and he exuded a strong sense of post-coital lust.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Feiwan. "I'm tired and need to rest. If you want to know where I put my phone, we can talk about it after I wake up."
Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Look at you, so capable. You don't think you can get your hands on me like this, do you?"
After saying that, she turned and walked to another bedside table. She opened the drawer and took out her phone, wallet, and passport.
Bo Junxing's brows furrowed deeply. "You found it a long time ago?"
“Of course,” Shen Feiwan waved her phone, “I’m just messing with you. I was going to let you stay like this forever, but seeing how pitifully you begged me, I’ll let you off the hook. Besides… I can get a few more freebies from you before I leave, why wouldn’t I?”