QTIMP -Chapter 220 Character Persona – Fool (Part 16)

“What’s wrong, Qiuqiu? Are you not ready yet?”

Si Qiu shook her head. “Is my body already okay?”

Elias touched his forehead against hers and said softly, “Just now, Michel gave me your test report. Your body has fully recovered.”

As soon as he said that, he saw Si Qiu curl her lips into a smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck, slightly lifting her chin to meet his lips.

Elias’s eyes lit up instantly. He lowered his body slightly to meet her kiss, and didn’t hold back his desire at all—his lips, his jaw, his neck, everything showed how little restraint he had.

Heavy breathing and uncontrollable friction made the atmosphere dangerously heated, almost intoxicatingly sensual.

Si Qiu, who wasn’t particularly reserved to begin with, felt like she had encountered a top-tier succubus and sank into it without resistance—until pain arrived.

“Hiss… snap.”

A sharp slap rang out.

Elias’s face was turned to the side, a clear palm print visible on his cheek. Yet his lips didn’t stop—he instead used the tip of his tongue to collect the tears on Si Qiu’s face.

“Qiuqiu baby, just bear with it a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”

His fingers kept working, igniting sparks across her skin, unwilling to let her feel even the slightest discomfort, doing everything he could to relax her.

“How is it?” he asked.

Elias stood by the bedside with the palm print still on his face, staring at the nurse.

The beautiful nurse disapprovingly looked at him. “It’s fine. No injuries, but swelling is unavoidable. She needs two days of rest.”

Seeing the little beauty like that, Freya muttered under her breath:

“But boss, you’re too rough. You should be gentler with girls. The little one is like a piece of glass art—how could you be so rough?”

“Forget it, I’ll just find you some educational videos to watch.”

“You inexperienced guys who’ve never had a woman are really hard to deal with.”

Elias frowned at her, left the ointment behind, and sent everyone out.

Was he rough? He felt like he had already been as gentle as possible.

But Si Qiu’s body was different from his—he had known that for a long time. Even a casual touch from him could leave her bruised.

He just hadn’t expected that even in bed, there would be such a difference.

Still, it was fine. With time, they would adjust and get used to each other.

He picked up the ointment, lifted the blanket, and began applying it for her.

When her foot kicked him in discomfort, Elias resisted the urge to lick it twice. He gently kissed it instead, then carefully tucked it back under the blanket.

Si Qiu slept for quite a long time, waking up the next afternoon. Of course, she had been fed something during that time.

Because she woke up late and the medicine worked well, her recovery was strong, and she didn’t feel too uncomfortable. But the memory of yesterday’s pain still made her frown.

Just as she tried to turn over, the arm on her body made her inhale sharply.

Elias had already woken the moment she opened her eyes.

But he didn’t move—perhaps he wanted to observe her reaction, or something else entirely.

Before he could figure it out, he was suddenly hit on the chest.

He reflexively opened his eyes, only to be met with a barrage of complaints.

“Look at your innocent eyes—it doesn’t look like you were asleep at all. What, are you planning to crush me with your heavy arm?”

Si Qiu was clearly taking out her frustration on him. Last night she had clearly said no, but he still insisted on going all the way. Now her body was sore and aching everywhere.

Elias instinctively tried to pull his arm back, then suddenly thought better of it and instead pulled her into his arms.

“Sorry, Qiuqiu… how are you? Does your hand hurt? Are you still uncomfortable? I just wanted you to open your eyes and see me first.”

He knew Si Qiu was simply taking the opportunity to act out. She had been spoiled by her mother since childhood and raised to be self-centered.

Her temper was actually quite normal. What he feared was that Si Qiu might truly hold in her anger—because with her self-centered worldview, she might suddenly decide to leave the source of her anger altogether.

When Si Qiu went to wash up, she directly locked the bathroom door.

There was nothing Elias could do. In the room, he stood with his white shirt only half-buttoned. From his collarbone down to his chest, there were clear, unmistakable red marks.

Even his lips were unusually red, with slight broken skin at the corners. Most shocking of all were the slap mark on Elias’s face and the streaks of red on his chest.

Michel couldn’t even describe his shock. Their boss had been stabbed and shot before, but he had never seen anyone dare to slap his face.

His expression somehow gave Karl a sense of superiority—after all, this wasn’t the first time he had seen such a slap mark on the boss’s face.

“Is dinner ready?”

His voice was still cold and detached as usual, but for some reason, both of them could hear a hint of satisfaction and pride in it.

They had always known their boss wasn’t normal. “Pervert” almost felt like an understatement. But they hadn’t expected him to be this extreme.

Elias took a cigar from behind the bar counter, not lighting it—just rolling it between his fingers.

“Sir, dinner is ready. Also, Theodore just reported that those traitors have been caught. He went to the dock to pick them up.”

He then glanced at his watch.

“They should already have been sent to the West Courtyard. What are your orders?”

Elias pressed his tongue lightly against his teeth, clearly restraining himself.

“They were caught? You were quite efficient this time.”

Karl replied directly, “It wasn’t entirely our credit. We received some information from the Chinese side, and they also assisted in the operation.”

“So this time, a Chinese gentleman proposed to visit you. We didn’t reject it immediately.”

“Yes, he was already informed while on the ship and agreed.”

“Karl: That Mr. Fang from China is also coming to the island.”

“China? Mr. Fang? Hah… it looks like I’ll definitely have to meet him.”

Si Qiu came out wearing a beige knitted sweater and a blue-brown plaid pleated skirt.

“Mr. Fang?”

Although her foreign language wasn’t great, she could still recognize the pronunciation of “Mr. Fang.”

Elias quickly gave the two men a warning glance.

He shoved the cigar into Karl’s hand, pulled out a tissue, and carefully wiped his hands over and over again before going over to pull Si Qiu to the dining table.

“Yes, someone from China with the surname Fang. Why? Do you want to meet him?”

He served her soup while secretly observing her expression.

“I don’t want to meet him. I don’t know him,” Si Qiu said calmly.

She wasn’t particularly shy, but because she had been bullied a lot as a child, she didn’t like initiating contact with strangers.

Hearing this, Elias finally relaxed.

“I specially had a chef who knows Chinese cuisine prepare dinner. It should be much better than the ship’s food. Try it.”

Seeing that Si Qiu wasn’t resisting him, Elias fully relaxed. Si Qiu’s temper always came and went quickly, and she was indeed hungry—so she picked out what she liked and ate quite a bit.