Chapter 15 Is this size even human?

Unexpectedly, Song Juelan stood there stunned by the answer.

He naturally understood the implied meaning behind those words.

Xiao Tang was too young to understand what the adults meant by "a very, very far place." But Song Juelan knew that Wen Zhi was subtly telling Xiao Tang that the person was no longer there.

Song Juelan's heart sank slightly.

So this is the real reason why that person left Wenzhi and Xiaotang.

Seeing Xiaotang looking down dejectedly, twisting the hem of her clothes into a pretzel with her little hands, he felt a surge of guilt.

He shouldn't have brought up this painful memory.

"I'm sorry," Song Juelan apologized softly.

Xiao Tang looked up, blinked her big eyes in confusion, not understanding why Song Juelan suddenly apologized to her.

But he still answered generously, "It's okay."

The two sat down at the dining table before Wen Zhi came in from outside.

He sat down next to Xiao Tang, picked up his chopsticks, and smiled at Song Juelan: "Auntie's cooking is excellent, you should try it."

Song Juelan's eyes flickered slightly, not daring to look directly into those clear black and white eyes, and she lowered her eyelashes: "...Hmm."

Wen Zhi didn't notice his unusual behavior. She put a few pieces of boneless fish on Xiao Tang's plate before lowering her head to eat.

The soft clinking of chopsticks against the bowl rang out, and Song Juelan raised her eyes again without changing her expression, looking at the person across the table with a complicated gaze.

He never imagined that Wen Zhi's partner was no longer alive, because Wen Zhi had always appeared very strong.

Only on rare occasions will she reveal her vulnerable side.

How has Wen Zhi managed to raise Xiao Tang all these years on her own?

"Is the food not to your liking?" Wen Zhi noticed that Song Juelan hadn't been eating much, and asked with concern.

Song Juelan snapped out of her daze and shook her head: "No, it tastes great."

Wen Zhi glanced around the table, picked up the braised fish head in front of her, and put it into Song Juelan's bowl: "Try this."

The dish was far from Song Juelan's seat, and he was worried that Song Juelan wouldn't be able to reach it.

Seeing the braised fish head that suddenly appeared in the bowl, Song Juelan's gaze sharpened slightly as he recalled what Xiao Tang had just said.

—This is that person's favorite dish.

Perhaps it was out of habit that Wen Zhi so naturally served him this dish.

A faint bitter feeling welled up in Song Juelan's heart, but she didn't know where it came from.

At the dining table, only Xiaotang was eating with complete focus.

He was very well-behaved when eating, not needing to be fed by adults, and not being picky about food. He stuffed big mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, making his chubby cheeks puff up.

Wen Zhi would occasionally put food in his bowl and then help him remove the grains of rice from his face.

The food on the table was quickly devoured.

Usually, it's just Wen Zhi and Xiao Tang eating together, and there's always some leftovers. But today, with Song Juelan joining us, the three of us ate just the right amount.

After the meal, Song Juelan asked the injured Wen Zhi to sit down and rest, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After cleaning the kitchen, he took out an ice pack from the refrigerator, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to Wenzhi's skin again.

Just like that afternoon, Wen Zhi sat down on the sofa, her feet resting on Song Juelan's strong thighs.

Feeling the solid hardness and burning heat beneath the thin fabric, he curled his toes uncomfortably, feeling the hand holding his ankle tighten even more.

Wen Zhi remained motionless in that position, her gaze aimlessly sweeping around the living room before settling on Song Juelan's face.

After staring at that handsome, angular face for a while, he suddenly realized that he could also apply an ice pack himself.

Why did Song Juelan take on this task so naturally?

He was used to being taken care of, so he didn't notice anything amiss.

"Alright." After more than ten minutes, Song Juelan released his ankle and stood up.

Wen Zhi rolled up her trouser legs, glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked, "Is your home far from here?"

It's getting late. If Song Juelan's home is far from here, he won't get back until late at night.

The words "not far" were on the tip of Song Juelan's tongue, but he swallowed them back.

To make it easier to help out at Zhu Zhenghao's swimming pool, he temporarily moved to the apartment closer to the pool. Although it was in the opposite direction from Wen Zhi's house, it wasn't too far away.

However, if he goes back like this tonight, Wen Zhi's foot is not yet healed. How will she take care of herself and Xiao Tang?

In the few seconds he hesitated, Wen Zhi suggested again, "Why don't you sleep here tonight? It's close to the swimming pool, so it won't interfere with your work tomorrow."

He thought Song Juelan was a college student working part-time at the swimming pool during summer vacation, and he was worried that he would be docked pay if he didn't get up tomorrow because he was going home so late.

“Okay.” Song Juelan nodded calmly.

When Xiao Tang heard that Song Juelan was going to stay here, she cheered and ran over to hug Song Juelan's leg, asking him to play with her toys.

Wen Zhi leaned on the sofa to stand up and went to the room to find Song Juelan a change of clothes.

Although he didn't want to admit it, there was a significant difference in body size between him and Song Juelan, making it difficult to find clothes that suited Song Juelan.

He turned the wardrobe upside down and finally found a piece of clothing he had bought in high school.

At that time, he really liked this brand of clothes, but his size was always out of stock, so he made a bold decision and bought this plus-size garment, thinking that he could wear it when he grew taller.

As a result, I still haven't been able to wear it.

After finding the clothes, he took out a box of new underwear from the drawer, grabbed a clean pair of pants, and carried the pile of clothes out of the room.

In the living room, Song Juelan was playing with Xiaotang, building blocks. In just a short while, a toy train was assembled, much faster than he usually did with Xiaotang.

"Take a look and see if these are wearable?" Wen Zhi handed over the clothes she had just found.

Song Juelan looked up and immediately saw the underwear in the pile of clothes. Her fingertips paused for a moment before she took it from Wen Zhi's hand: "Okay."

"Xiao Tang, it's time for a bath." Wen Zhi turned to look at Xiao Tang, who was still focused on stacking blocks.

Xiao Tang, with her little bottom sticking out, lay on the ground, her little legs dangling up and swinging: "Brother Jue Lan, you wash first!"

Song Juelan had no choice but to get up with her change of clothes and go to the bathroom first.

The bathroom wasn't particularly spacious, but it was clean and tidy. A row of shower gels and shampoos were neatly arranged on the shelves, including several children's shower gels with cartoon designs.

On another shelf hung several towels, each printed with simple, cute patterns, some of them rabbits, others bears.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell which one is Xiaotang's and which one is Wenzhi's.

Song Juelan's gaze lingered on it for a moment before she suddenly snapped out of it and awkwardly looked away.

Hot water dripped from the showerhead, and the mirror quickly became fogged up.

Song Juelan squeezed a little shower gel into his palm, smelled a hint of Wen Zhi's scent, and his heart skipped a beat.

After drying himself off, he picked up the clothes Wen Zhi had given him and tried them on.

The style of this outfit is very youthful, and it doesn't seem to be the size Wen Zhi would wear; it's obviously much larger, but it's still a bit small for him.

If this isn't Wen Zhi's clothing, then whose is it?

Song Juelan already had the answer in her heart. She pursed her lips and put on the clothes.

The new underwear and pants were clearly Wen Zhi's own.

He tried for a long time in the bathroom before he could barely put them on. They were so tight and uncomfortable that he decided to order a pair of pants from a food delivery app and have them delivered later.

The bathroom door opened, and Wen Zhi, who was still playing with Xiao Tang building blocks in the living room, looked up and gazed in that direction.

A tall man walked out, his clothes stretched taut, revealing his smooth muscles and exuding a powerful aura of masculinity.

Then slowly move your gaze downwards.

Wen Zhi's eyes slowly widened, her gaze lingering for a moment on a certain spot, then she abruptly turned her head away as if burned.

Under the bright lights, her fair earlobes were slightly flushed.

Is this human size?

A note from the author:

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