Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 377 - 378: Stay in Miao Qingqing’s Room

Chapter 377: Chapter 378: Stay in Miao Qingqing’s Room

After ten, Miao Qingqing and the others were all preparing to rest, but Song Xiaodong came down from upstairs.

"Hey, what are you doing down here?" Miao Xuanxuan asked curiously.

Song Xiaodong said, "I was thinking that I haven’t given Qingqing a massage today."

"I’m so tired today, let’s not," Miao Qingqing quickly added. These days, Song Xiaodong had been giving her massages daily, but it was somewhat of an unspoken matter. Now, mentioning it in front of Song Xiaoru and Miao Xuanxuan, Miao Qingqing felt a bit embarrassed.

Miao Xuanxuan immediately said, "Why not? It’s not that strenuous and it’s indeed enjoyable. Right, Dongzi?"

Song Xiaodong chuckled and replied, "Exactly, so we can’t skip it."

Song Xiaoru yawned and said, "I’m going up to sleep first." Then she headed straight upstairs.

"I’m going to bed too. You two, don’t make too much noise and disturb my sleep." She then winked at Song Xiaodong and ran back to her room.

Only Song Xiaodong and Miao Qingqing were left in the living room. Miao Qingqing felt a strange awkwardness, while Song Xiaodong simply wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "Let’s go."

Once they entered Miao Qingqing’s room, they lay on the bed as usual, with Song Xiaodong beginning the massage as he was accustomed to.

Miao Qingqing had her eyes closed, and both were silent. After more than ten minutes, Song Xiaodong turned off the light with a casual flick of his hand but remained lying on the bed.

The room plunged into darkness, and Miao Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes. After adjusting for a while, she turned her head to look at Song Xiaodong. Although she could not see clearly, she could still make out his silhouette and said, "Why haven’t you left?"

"Are you letting me stay tonight? I want to sleep here," whispered Song Xiaodong into Miao Qingqing’s ear.

"Ah! No!" Miao Qingqing instinctively refused. Even though they had grown very close, Song Xiaodong’s request still took Miao Qingqing by surprise.

Song Xiaodong lightly kissed Miao Qingqing and said, "Really not? Didn’t you tell Yingying today that we were living together?"

Miao Qingqing turned her face away, her hands subconsciously pushing Song Xiaodong, and said, "I was just saying that, I didn’t really mean I wanted to live together with you."

Song Xiaodong, smiling, said, "Really not? Then I’ll go back and stay with Yingying."

"No!" Miao Qingqing blurted out without thinking.

"Are you saying no to me going to Yingying’s place, or staying here?"

"This... this... neither!" Miao Qingqing kicked Song Xiaodong, suddenly calming down, and said irritably, "You jerk, really planning to have it both ways? What do you take me, Miao Qingqing, for?"

Song Xiaodong replied, "I don’t take you for anything; I just want to think of you as my girlfriend now. Is that not okay?"

Miao Qingqing glared at Song Xiaodong, saying, "So, you mean you didn’t think of me as your girlfriend before?"

"Do you really consider me your boyfriend?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"This... of course, I do," Miao Qingqing said, though she felt somewhat insincere.

"Alright, stop being coy. I’m going to sleep here tonight. I’m not saying we have to have sex, but you should at least let me enjoy some of the privileges of a boyfriend, right?"

As Song Xiaodong spoke, he reached his arm under Miao Qingqing’s neck. Miao Qingqing slightly tilted her neck, but it was to no avail, and then she was pulled into Song Xiaodong’s embrace.

Miao Qingqing folded her arms in front of her chest, her little hands gently pushed Song Xiaodong twice, symbolically, then she stopped moving, and the room fell into silence.

"Why don’t you stay at Yingying’s place?" Miao Qingqing suddenly asked.

"Yingying isn’t my girlfriend. Yesterday, I was worried about her illness relapsing. I had to administer acupuncture tonight, and now that worry is gone, how could I still stay at her place?"

Miao Qingqing said incredulously, "Really? That’s a perfect excuse, and Yingying is so clingy, she let you go?"

"Yingying isn’t that unreasonable. She does like me, but she knows you’re my girlfriend, so after I got better, she wouldn’t let me stay there anymore."

"So she kicked you out? Why should I take you in?" Although Miao Qingqing was somewhat pleased with Xiao Yingying’s actions, she was a bit annoyed with Song Xiaodong.

"You’re my girlfriend. If you don’t take me in, who will?" Song Xiaodong chuckled softly, then, without giving Miao Qingqing a chance to respond, he leaned down and kissed her.

"Don’t..." Miao Qingqing protested from her throat, pushing against Song Xiaodong with her hands, but her resistance was clearly not very determined. Soon, she had completely given up the struggle and embraced Song Xiaodong, drowning in his intoxicating kiss.

Miao Qingqing was aware that her feelings for Song Xiaodong were not particularly deep, but paradoxically, she found it easier to accept physical intimacy with him. Every time she got close to Song Xiaodong, she couldn’t help herself; the night from two years ago always tempted her, making her enjoy the way Song Xiaodong overpowered her.

Soon, Miao Qingqing was panting heavily, her clothes disheveled. However, when Song Xiaodong touched her most private areas, she suddenly came to her senses, grabbing his hand quickly and urgently saying, "Xiaodong, no, no!"

Song Xiaodong stiffened, then he let go of Miao Qingqing and lay back flat, saying, "I’m sorry, I got carried away."

Miao Qingqing felt somewhat guilty at that moment. She actually wanted to have that kind of relationship with Song Xiaodong, wanting to experience the sensations from two years ago again. But a voice inside her always reminded her that she was not a casual girl and shouldn’t just sleep with Song Xiaodong, and this struggle confused her.

"Xiaodong... it’s not your fault. Men always get impulsive about these things," Miao Qingqing turned to him, nestling against his side. Her hand caressed the muscles on Song Xiaodong’s stomach, the clear lines feeling particularly thrilling to touch.

"Hehe..." Song Xiaodong just chuckled.

Miao Qingqing bit her lip and said, "Give me some time. I always feel that things are moving too fast between us, so I’m struggling to accept it right now."

For a girl with Miao Qingqing’s personality, to speak so softly and pleadingly was indeed not easy. Song Xiaodong’s eyes narrowed slightly, his lips approached Miao Qingqing’s ear and he whispered something while his face bore a mischievous smile.

"You big rascal, you’re terrible, but I don’t care," Miao Qingqing’s face suddenly turned red.