The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (58)

Winter violet.

It likes cold and is resistant to low temperature. The whole flower can be used as a bouquet for viewing.

Vibrant purple in full bloom.

Flower language - possessiveness.

However, Sicily is located in the Mediterranean Sea, and even in winter it is still warm and sunny.

I don't know how Pei Shaozhi transplanted this flower.

It was probably because Pei Shaozhi specially selected the bouquets in Shu Le's hands, which were much brighter than the ones in full bloom in the flower field.

With a movement of the wrist, a dewdrop fell from the petals and happened to land on Shu Le's fingertips.

Pei Shaozhi took Shu Le's hand, bowed slightly, lowered his head and kissed the dewdrop.

Shu Le didn't resist, or knew that resisting would have no effect, so he followed Pei Shaozhi's movements calmly.

Although they haven't been together for too long, Shu Le vaguely discovered that perhaps this is Pei Shaozhi's most real face.

Another face completely different from the harmless and innocent newcomer I met back in China who pretended to be innocent.

They have the innate romance of Europeans, and hidden behind the romance may be the unique cold-bloodedness and cruelty of their family.

This kind of cold-bloodedness and cruelty is not revealed on the surface, but is reflected in all aspects inadvertently.

But it's getting more and more numb.

Perhaps out of some conscience discovery, Pei Shaozhi pressed the hand on Shu Le's waist rhythmically pressing the acupuncture points, and after pressing for a while, he kissed Shu Le's side face: "Does it still hurt?"

Enduring the weakness of his hands and feet and the aches all over his body, Shu Le stopped, turned his head and glanced at Pei Shaozhi: "Why don't you lie down and let me try it tonight?"

Pei Shaozhi laughed out loud.

After laughing enough, she approached Shu Le again, and said in a low voice: "Navel, orange? Of course I would, but baby, can your waist take it?"

Shu Le: "..."

Fuck off, scumbag.

Shu Le retracted his gaze in pain.

Since being forcibly brought here last night, Shu Le has not actually visited this small bungalow seriously.

It's a real bungalow.

There is a huge difference from a villa.

It occupies a large area, but there are only two floors.

When she went downstairs in the morning, Shu Le saw clearly the terrifyingly large master bedroom where she slept last night and the bathroom and toilet with a huge bathtub next to the master bedroom.

If Shule can accept all of this——

When he saw a few handles in the bathroom that had already been installed in a strange position, his face was not so pretty.

Coincidentally, when he was studying abroad, he went to low-end bars several times with Shang Jue on his back.

It's purely a novelty, neither flirting nor hooking up with others, but I have stayed in an ancient society without any modern things for a long time before, and I feel that I need to add some interesting knowledge.

Then, in the open room, I saw the exact same handle as what Pei Shaozhi had installed.

At that time, Shu Le also specifically asked the waiter who received him what the purpose of the handle on the wall was so strange.

The young, white and tender waiter immediately blushed, glanced shyly at Shu Le, and shyly rubbed up on him.

Then he said that if Shule is willing, he can show Shule how to use it.

Shu Le: "..."

Damn, thinking about it is really a shadow of life.

Shu Le still remembers the routine played in the gay bar abroad, and now looking at those things makes her scalp tingle.

But Pei Shaozhi followed him into the bathroom, Shu Le was so frightened that he clutched his kidneys, washed his face in a hurry, and rolled downstairs.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Shu Le sighed and was about to speak when he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.

No, to be more precise, it should be walking towards Pei Shaozhi.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man stopped in front of Pei Shaozhi, bowed halfway, and said something to Pei Shaozhi in a language that Shu Le couldn't understand.

A long string of words, like Italian.

Shule's English can be considered barely, but Italian is completely ignorant.

He could only watch the middle-aged man finish talking, and then Pei Shaozhi turned to translate with a smile on his face: "Baby, breakfast is ready. Let's go eat, are you hungry?"

baby are you hungry

Shu Le was covered in goose bumps by Pei Shaozhi's question.

He really can't be blamed for this, last night when he was hungry all night, Pei Shaozhi was asking him this question, and at the same time he used the thing below to piss him off.

baby are you hungry

a bit.

Baby, are you full?

again.

Tasty?

……

Then Pei Shaozhi leaned over, took Shu Le's hand, and the two touched Shu Le's belly with intertwined fingers.

The previously extremely flat belly was forced into an ambiguous shape because of the contents inside, and it looked even more slutty in the faint moonlight.

The man probably seldom spoke Mandarin since he returned to Italy, and even his pronunciation was a little unskilled, but the meaning he expressed was extremely sentimental.

He took Shu Le's fingers back and forth to stroke the protrusion, and whispered in Shu Le's ear again and again: "Lele, I'm going to occupy you."

"Look baby, you're full of me."

"Can't you eat anymore? It's all overflowing."

"do not talk……"

"Okay, let's not talk."

"Since the baby is full, let's go to bed."

Until now, Shu Le retched a little.

After finally calming down a bit, Pei Shaozhi's words aroused it again.

The memories that had been forced to instill in the brain for a whole night suddenly surged at this time, and Shu Le even subconsciously glanced at his lower abdomen.

It is flat, it is not bulging, and it does not protrude into a rounded shape.

Shu Le leaned into Pei Shaozhi's arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

He is really not hungry at all.

If he can, he just wants to have a good sleep. After waking up, there will be no traces of the back of his body being forcibly stretched and used, and there will be no such things in front of him.

Shu Le gently shook off Pei Shaozhi's hand, and while moving up and down, he seemed to pull behind him again, causing him to frown in pain.

However, Pei Shaozhi turned around the first second after Shu Le threw him away and pulled Shu Le's hands back again, pinching his fingertips in his own hands: "Lele, what's the matter?"

Shu Le looked at Pei Shaozhi blankly, his patience finally ran out.

He let out a breath, and said slowly: "I've done it, I've done it. Pei Shaozhi, when will you let me go back?"

However, Pei Shaozhi seemed to have known that Shu Le was going to say such a sentence a long time ago, not only did he not show the slightest surprise on his face, but he didn't even stop shaking his hands while pinching Shu Le.

He didn't even bother to give Shu Le an explanation, but directly took Shu Le's hand and walked to the dining table.

The first floor of the small bungalow is a spacious and warm open room, with only one entrance between the dining room and the large living room, which is slightly divided.

I don't know if it's for the sake of being arty or really elegant, Shu Le also saw a few famous paintings that were recently photographed on the wall on the first floor.

He once went to that auction with Yu Qing to show off their affection, and vaguely remembered that every painting at that auction was expensive.

But now they hang in a unified and incomparable way in this room where they don't know where.

Shu Le looked away, and a steaming Chinese breakfast was already set on the dining table.

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, Xiaolongbao.

On Shu Le's table, there was also a bowl of tofu nao that looked like that.

Pei Shaozhi pulled Shu Le to sit next to the main seat, stroked his black hair, and said very gently: "You don't like Western-style breakfast, these are what you like to eat."

Shu Le really likes Chinese breakfast, especially this kind of hot breakfast, which looks like it has just been served.

But now was clearly not the time to give him breakfast.

Shu Le's face darkened, and he pulled his hand out of Pei Shaozhi's palm little by little again.

The movement is very slow, but there is no lingering in the slightest.

When Pei Shaozhi lowered his head, he happened to see Shu Le's last stick slipping out of his control.

This made his face change instantly.

Shu Le naturally saw Pei Shaozhi's expression clearly, but the long-term confinement still made him unacceptable.

He pushed the elaborate breakfast in front of him towards the center of the table, then frowned and looked at the person in front of him.

"Pei Shaozhi, I have to confirm with you again. It is against the law to imprison others privately. When will you let me go back?"

Pei Shaozhi glanced at Shu Le, and smiled with curved lips.

There was a bit of wanton blood in that smile, which sent chills down the spine.

He leaned forward, as if about to say something, but paused temporarily.

Instead, he looked at Shu Le for a few seconds, then turned around and spoke Italian again.

Shu Le still didn't understand.

But from the following scene, he roughly understood what Pei Shaozhi meant.

The driver and the housekeeper who had been around since last night quickly came to Pei Shaozhi and Shu Le from the outside.

And there seemed to be other servants in this small bungalow appearing together.

It wasn't until this time that Shu Le realized that there were far more staff here than he thought last night.

With a smile on the corner of Pei Shaozhi's mouth, he walked up to the servants sincerely, and introduced their names to Shu Le one by one.

In the end, the butler standing in the front and the driver standing behind the butler were left.

Pei Shaozhi put his arms around Shu Le's shoulders, walked to the butler with Shu Le, and said, "Honey, this is Joss. He is the old housekeeper of our family, but unfortunately, he can only speak Italian."

Shu Le pursed her lips: "You don't need to introduce them to me."

"Of course."

Pei Shaozhi walked up to the driver yesterday with his arms around Shu Le, and pointed, "This is Ryan, my personal bodyguard and driver."

Shu Le raised his eyes.

Pei Shaozhi took Shu Le's expression into his eyes: "He will stay here for a long time in the future. If I'm not here, you can tell him if you need anything..."

Shu Le interrupted him: "Pei Shaozhi, when will you let me go?"

Pei Shaozhi curled the corner of his mouth, and reached out to caress Shu Le's side face twice.

The gesture was affectionate and veiled, carrying an indescribable meaning.

Pei Shaozhi's deep voice rang out immediately: "Baby Lele, it's already this time, don't you understand?"

"I asked so many people to watch you, of course it is to let you...don't leave my sight."

Shu Le was taken aback suddenly.

The worst prediction that I didn't even dare to think about became the one that finally came true.

In Shu Le's creepy expression, Pei Shaozhi gently kissed his lips.

"...Whether it's Yu Qing or Shang Jue, don't expect them to save you."

Pei Shaozhi comforted Shu Le who was trembling all over, and his gentle voice came out slowly like a poisonous snake letter: "This is an isolated island near Sicily. There is no radio, no network, and even the telephone line is not connected."

"Except for me, no one on this island has the right to take you out."

Every word of Pei Shaozhi defeated Shu Le's last line of defense.

He bent a smile, and slowly stroked the slender and beautiful lines under Shule's pajamas.

"Baby, you can only be mine."

"From body to soul, it's all mine."