Chapter Twenty-Four: Candles are a Necessity of Life

When Song Nian'an got home that evening, her stomach started rumbling again.

He chuckled jokingly, then explained to Wen Jing in a serious tone, "Reading is quite mentally taxing, and mental work makes you hungry faster."

Wen Jing took off his coat, opened the refrigerator, examined it carefully, and said awkwardly, "There are only eggs and noodles. Do you want some?"

"Eat!" Song Nian'an shouted, as long as it filled his stomach.

"Okay, then you rest on the sofa for a while, and I'll make you a bowl of egg noodles."

Song Nian'an thought it was unnecessary to go through all that trouble; ordering takeout would be fine too.

But seeing this man cooking for him, it's actually quite nice.

Wait, you're making me egg noodles?

Song Nian'an looked puzzled. Was he misinterpreting things, or was Wen Jing deliberately teasing him with his words?

He glanced up casually and his eyes met Wen Jing's. It was as if a plot switch had been triggered, and fragments of memories were replayed in his mind.

Wen Jing paused in his noodle-cooking, coughed twice, his face flushed slightly, and an indescribable smile appeared on his face.

"If you're bored, go read some more books..."

Song Nian'an's mental movie was abruptly interrupted.

[The really exciting part hasn't even started yet...what a disappointment!]

In no time, a steaming bowl of egg noodles was ready.

The slurping sound of noodles is very loud; some people just enjoy everything they eat and are easy to please.

Wen Jing quickly moved closer, leaned her head against the table, and watched him eat noodles, her Adam's apple bobbing.

Song Nian'an tried to push his face away. Between eating noodles and looking at her handsome husband, she should choose to eat first.

Unexpectedly, with a "thud," everything went dark. Song Nian'an swayed, the dining chair tilted backward, and she fell to the ground in pain.

He hit his head on the tiles, and it hurt.

Wen Jing skillfully lifted Song Nian'an by the arm and picked her up. Suddenly, her hearing was amplified, and she could only hear the sound of the stool moving and the book sliding to the ground before being placed on the sofa.

A large, well-defined hand gently stroked the back of my head, the tenderness melting away the pain I had just felt.

Song Nian'an heard Wen Jing's panting right next to her ear, deep and rhythmic.

He instinctively tried to prop himself up.

What's this..

He got an erection?

[Holy crap, my man's hobbies are the office, the kitchen, and dark places? He's got quite the variety!]

"You..." Wen Jing was speechless, unable to refute his summary. The current situation was indeed making him burning with lust.

"I'm afraid of the dark." The person in his arms hugged him tightly, their voice a little hoarse.

Song Nian'an reacted almost instinctively to the shock; she felt suffocated and extremely uncomfortable in the darkness.

Her fingers trembled as she gripped Wen Jing's clothes, cold sweat streaming down her face.

He remembered that the book had explained that Song Nian'an's mother passed away when he was young, and his father brought back his older brother and stepmother. He developed depression and stayed in his room for three days and three nights without going out. This problem was probably caused by that time.

Song Nian'an felt as if the black vortex was about to completely engulf him, his whole body enveloped by a powerful suction force.

In an instant, Wen Jing felt heartbroken, and the person in his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Wen Jing got up to get the candles, but Song Nian'an grabbed the hem of his shirt: "Don't go, don't leave me, it's so dark..."

Wen Jing wiped the fine beads of sweat from Song Nian'an's forehead, turned on the light of his phone, and picked him up to go to the cupboard to get candles.

An orange-red flame shot out of the lighter, and the candle was lit.

By the light of the candle, I could see Song Nian'an's pale lips.

His protective instincts surged instantly, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain the Song family had brought him in the past.

Song Nian'an lay in his arms with her eyes closed for a while, and seemed to feel a faint light, which slowly restored her composure.

After a while, Wen Jing smelled something: "There's still noodles left, want some?"

Song Nian'an was placed on a chair, and Wen Jing placed the candles on the dining table and played soft music on his phone.

And so, although there were no flowers and it wasn't romantic, it was a special candlelight dinner.

"Why are there candles in the house?" Song Nian'an asked curiously.

Song Nian'an's mind was completely filled with candles. He remembered a movie he had once seen, in which a gangster boss, who had never had a partner, was flirted with by a young college student one day. He then took her back to his villa and signed a marriage agreement.

After repeated in-depth interactions, the college student discovered a little secret in his house: an entire room was hidden away.

Could it be that Wen Jing was originally designed this way?

I never expected that such a quirk would be found among seemingly healthy lifestyle habits.

Wen Jing felt helpless. After hearing the movie stories in Song Nian'an's mind, he felt even more distressed. What sins had he committed to make him hear what Song Nian'an was thinking every day?

There is a generation gap, but it also inexplicably attracts him.

Thinking this, Wen Jing revealed a sly smile and moved closer, using the orange-red light.

"Candles, what are they for?" Seeing Song Nian'an's eyelashes flutter nervously, he continued, "I have a lot of other things at home, like rope, tape... and..."

“With…what?” Song Nian’an swallowed hard.

Wen Jing pulled something out of the cabinet and proudly held it up, "A flashlight."

"ah?"

Wen Jing stood up, took a glass of water and handed it to Song Nian'an, explaining earnestly:

"The power supply in the villa area is unstable and there are occasional power outages, so it's always good to keep some daily necessities at home."

Song Nian'an's inner monologue: ["Wow, this guy's got a problem. He talks about daily necessities like they're sex toys, it's so suggestive." Song Nian'an's eyes were practically rolling into outer space.]

"I'm going to take a shower."

You can stay here and take care of your necessities. Go to sleep.

Song Nian'an felt somewhat disappointed and didn't really want to talk to him, so she went upstairs in silence... and then ran back in small steps.

"Um... there are no candles up there... it's so dark."

He never expected to be proven wrong so quickly; Song Nian'an admitted that candles were a necessity of life.

A "pure" little deer has entered Wen Jing's otherwise dull life, making her realize that marrying him was truly the right decision.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, Wen Jing refused to let Song Nian'an bring the candle in, citing the danger that "candles burn in water."

Song Nian'an was, after all, an art student, and before transmigrating into the book, she was just a liberal arts student, so she knew nothing about this kind of physics.

Wen Jing patiently explained this phenomenon of "water and fire being compatible".

Song Nian'an, with her sincere big eyes, pretended to be a good student, but in reality, she didn't understand anything. Apart from "water and fire are compatible," she felt that this phrase had other uses.

The soft glow of a candle evokes more imagination than that of a lamp.

Wen Jing squatted down and took off Song Nian'an's clothes as if taking care of a child, then threw them on the ground.

This was the first time he had ever undressed someone else, and he looked at Song Nian'an, who was naked, with a dazed expression.

Just as he was about to get up and let him wash himself, Song Nian'an grabbed him.

"Honey, I'm afraid of the dark..."

She looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Song Nian'an was truly confident of victory this time. Candles, darkness, water, and her own pale, radiant body.

If I still can't win over Wen Jing after all this, then I've lived in vain.

[Surrender, okay, husband.]

This man was already incredibly handsome, and when he made a soft expression on his face, Wen Jing felt that he wouldn't be a real man if he didn't seduce him.

"I'm really impressed with you." Wen Jing stretched out his arm and braced his hand against the tile behind him, letting Song Nian'an lean against it.

His burning hands wrapped around Song Nian'an's waist, and his flushed cheeks repeatedly explored her smooth skin.

"Wife, your heart is beating so fast." Wen Jing's seductive voice was soft and alluring, enticing him step by step.

Just as everything was spinning before my eyes, "snap!" and the lights came on.

"Wow, it's working!" Song Nian'an looked at her legs, which were being pushed up by her knees and exposed to the bright white light, and shyly covered her chest.

"You can wash yourself, I'm going out now," Wen Jing's voice was nasal, as if she was holding back something.

He moved his hand away, picked up the clothes he had thrown on the ground, and took them outside.

Song Nian'an was furious; the handsome guy she was about to have had slipped away again.

This electricity couldn't have come at the worst possible time.