Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 290 - 291: Innocent or Decayed?

Chapter 290: Chapter 291: Innocent or Decayed?

When Song Xiaodong woke up, Song Xiaoru had already gone to work. He jumped out of bed feeling completely rejuvenated.

It’s not that he took his feelings lightly, but since things had already reached this point, he could only face them. Worrying and fretting were pointless.

After eating the breakfast Song Xiaoru had left, Song Xiaodong got up and left the house. These days, his life seemed to have lost its usual course, revolving entirely around Miao Xuanxuan and Miao Qingqing.

First thing, Song Xiaodong went to Xiao Yingying’s house. It had been a whole half month since he last administered her acupuncture. Although it hadn’t significantly affected her, it was not conducive to Xiao Yingying’s recovery.

"Ah! Brother Dongzi, you’re here! I’ve missed you so much." Xiao Yingying saw Song Xiaodong appear and kicked off one of her slippers, flinging herself at him like a little swallow.

Song Xiaodong directly embraced her waist, spun her around on the spot, and then laughed, "Slow down, slow down. Why the excitement? I’m here, aren’t I?"

With her arms around Song Xiaodong’s neck and pouting, Xiao Yingying said, "I just missed you so much. Every morning when I wake up, I think of Brother Dongzi, and I think of Brother Dongzi before I can fall asleep at night. I just wish that when I wake up in the morning, Brother Dongzi would be standing in front of me."

"Silly girl!" Song Xiaodong gently slapped Xiao Yingying’s butt.

"Ah, Brother Dongzi, you hit my butt. I really like that." Xiao Yingying stood on her tiptoes and kissed Song Xiaodong on the face.

Song Xiaodong burst out laughing and said, "You silly girl, you actually enjoy it when I smack your butt?"

"I do, I do. Whatever Brother Dongzi likes, I like. You see, the novels say some guys have this kind of special preference."

Song Xiaodong’s face darkened as he said, "You didn’t get that from that fatso Fishman II’s book, did you?"

Xiao Yingying giggled and said, "No, no, she doesn’t write that kind of stuff."

"You should really read less of that kind of nonsense," he replied.

"Hehe, I’m just bored. If you came to keep me company all the time, I wouldn’t have to read novels every day."

"Wait till you’re better, then I’ll play with you. Right now, I’m afraid if I play with you too much, you’ll go crazy. Come on, let’s go upstairs for the acupuncture."

"Then carry me up."

"You little scamp," Song Xiaodong chuckled softly and in one swift princess carry, scooped Xiao Yingying up.

When they reached Xiao Yingying’s bedroom, Song Xiaodong put her directly on the bed, but she still clung to his neck.

"Time for the acupuncture, aren’t you letting go?" Song Xiaodong asked with a smile.

Xiao Yingying playfully said, "Hold me a bit longer. Otherwise, you’ll just run off again after the acupuncture."

Song Xiaodong, slightly embarrassed by her words, said, "Alright, this time I won’t run."

"Really? Then kiss me first, and then I’ll know you’re not lying to me."

Song Xiaodong lightly kissed Xiao Yingying’s face, and only then did she let go of him.

As Song Xiaodong prepared the silver needles, Xiao Yingying had already taken off her upper clothes, her chest pushed forward, her large eyes twinkling as she looked at Song Xiaodong. There was certainly a bit of shyness, but more so, there was a boldness and eagerness.

Song Xiaodong concentrated his spirit, set aside all distractions, and seriously administered the acupuncture. It took him a full half hour to finish, after which he casually pulled up a blanket and covered Xiao Yingying with it.

"Brother Dongzi, do you dislike them because they’re small, so you always avoid looking?" Xiao Yingying asked.

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "Not small at all, Yingying’s fits just right in one grasp, this size is just perfect."

"Then why don’t you want to touch them? That time you touched me, it felt so good."

Xiao Yingying was always so direct, without much subtlety, even bolder than Miao Xuanxuan when talking about such embarrassing things.

Song Xiaodong sat by the bed, stroked Xiao Yingying’s hair with his hand, and said softly, "Yingying, in my heart, you’re like a cute little sister to me. If I did anything excessive with you, then I would be a real jerk as a brother."

"It’s okay, we aren’t related by blood, even if you treat me as a sister, we can still do anything, ah... Brother Dongzi, you’re so evil, are you excited about calling me sister and then doing bad things?"

Song Xiaodong was completely defeated by Xiao Yingying, and said with a laugh and a cry, "You girl, what kind of thoughts are spinning in your head? You must have watched too many **** videos; they’ve corrupted you."

Xiao Yingying giggled and said, "I just have the theory, I’m looking forward to practicing with Brother Dongzi, especially lately, I’ve been watching a lot. I’ll buy some costumes, like a nurse’s outfit, a police uniform, a teacher with a cane, and even office white-collar worker. Whatever you like, I’ll become that."

Song Xiaodong stared blankly at Xiao Yingying and said with a bitter smile, "Yingying, how can you have a rotten girl’s heart beneath such an innocent exterior?"

"Ah... if that’s considered rotten, then if you don’t like it, I’ll just stay the way I am."

"You really are mischievous," Song Xiaodong touched Xiao Yingying’s cheek, feeling that this girl was just too adorable, and his feelings for her were completely those of wholehearted dedication.

But Song Xiaodong really didn’t want to get involved in emotions now, given that he had already devoted his feelings to Miao Xuanxuan and didn’t want to easily invest them in someone else again.

Just then, Song Xiaodong’s phone rang. It was a call from his high school classmate Su Yao, which was quite unexpected for Song Xiaodong. After the last class gathering, although everyone had exchanged phone numbers, Song Xiaodong noticed that most people only saved them perfunctorily, not even bothering to note the names properly, as none of his classmates had added him on WeChat these days.

"Class Beauty Su, calling me, I’m truly honored," Song Xiaodong answered the phone and said with a cheerful tone.

Su Yao laughed and said, "Really? You already have such a pretty girlfriend, and you still remember me, the class beauty?"

Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "A girlfriend is a girlfriend, and a class beauty is a class beauty; they aren’t the same. Class Beauty Su, did you call about something specific?"

"Can’t I contact you if there’s nothing important?" Su Yaoyao’s words carried a hint of pride.

"Of course not, but how could I catch the eye of Class Beauty Su."

"I’m just a bit frustrated and wanted to chat and have a drink. Do you have time to get together for a drink?"

"Oh?" Song Xiaodong was somewhat surprised. Su Yao wanted to have a drink with him, what did this mean? Still, he was quite curious and said, "Sure, pick a place and I’ll come right over."