Chapter 41 Is she older than him?

Wen Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously gripped the hem of the person in front of her, her knuckles turning slightly white.

What's wrong with this person?!

After that fiery tongue pried open his tightly closed lips, it continued to penetrate deeper until it touched his soft tongue hidden behind his teeth.

Immediately afterwards, his wet, soft tongue was forcefully hooked, the root of his tongue was roughly sucked, and even the soft flesh in his mouth was licked all over, as if to devour him whole.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, Song Juelan's tongue swirling wildly in his mouth, stealing all his breath.

Wen Zhi's mind felt like it had been swept away by a violent tornado, leaving nothing behind. Her breath caught in her throat, and she forgot to blink her beautiful, round eyes.

The magnified handsome face in front of me became increasingly blurry, while the sound of water in my ears grew clearer. My taut fingers gradually lost their strength and slowly fell to the ground.

After a while, Wen Zhi belatedly realized that she was lacking oxygen.

Normally, does kissing take this long?

Wen Zhi raised her hand, her fingertips weakly pushing against Song Juelan's chest, her long eyelashes blinking slowly.

Finally, the tongue that had been rampaging around reluctantly withdrew from his mouth, licking his lips a few more times as if marking them, before finally leaving.

Wen Zhi immediately took a few breaths of fresh air before her brain returned to normal, and her legs trembled as she stood up straight.

He was so weak from Song Juelan's kiss that he only managed to avoid falling to the ground in embarrassment thanks to the arm around his waist.

He couldn't help but question the meaning of life.

Is this still the same Song Juelan who only knows how to bite his lips...?

"How... have you improved so much?" As the one whose legs went weak from being kissed, Wen Zhi didn't really want to praise the other person, but she couldn't think of any other suitable words.

Hearing Wen Zhi praise him, Song Juelan's eyes lit up slightly, and he honestly confessed, "I watched a lot of videos to learn."

"..." Wen Zhi was at a loss for words.

How can someone seriously study even kissing?

Song Juelan lowered his eyelids, looking into those shimmering, watery eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he asked softly, "What do you think?"

Seeing that the person in front of her practically had "praising me" written all over their face, Wen Zhi coughed lightly and commented, "It's been too long, I can't breathe."

A look of confusion flashed across Song Juelan's face, as if she couldn't understand: "Don't you know how to breathe?"

During his learning process, he learned that it is possible to breathe while French kissing, but he hadn't mastered it yet since it was his first time practicing.

Why can't Ke Wenzhi do that?

Wen Zhi's expression stiffened slightly, but she stubbornly replied, "I forgot."

This was his first time French kissing, and Song Juelan hadn't even taken a breath, so he naturally hadn't thought of that.

Now that I think about it, Song Juelan had received swimming training since he was a child, and his lung capacity was amazing. He must be good at holding his breath, so he was the only one who was short of oxygen just now.

Thinking about it that way, I suddenly felt it was a bit unfair.

"Shall we try again?" Song Juelan's dark eyes gleamed, his calm tone revealing a hint of eagerness, as if he had found a perfect reason to continue.

Wen Zhi felt her tongue was still slightly numb, so she naturally didn't intend to let Song Juelan do it again.

He raised his hand and pinched that cold, handsome face with his fair fingers, pleased to see Song Juelan's handsome features slightly distorted: "You tricked me into coming here just to do this?"

Song Juelan's eyes darted away slightly: "I can't find any other opportunities..."

Xiao Tang was always by Wen Zhi's side. No matter how much he longed for Wen Zhi, the most he could do was hold her hand. The person he liked was right in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had been holding back his feelings for a long time.

"You can't lie." Wen Zhi, relying on her status as an "elder," was about to lecture Song Juelan when she suddenly remembered the even bigger lie she had told.

He decided to let Song Juelan off this time and changed the subject, saying, "Let's go back quickly, Coach Zhu is still waiting for us."

Song Juelan didn't move, and a hint of reluctance could be seen on his sharply defined face.

Wen Zhi had no choice but to lean forward, tilt her head back, and gently kiss Song Juelan's chin: "Let's go, I'll let you kiss me again next time."

Having received this promise, Song Juelan finally released her arms from around his waist, reached out to smooth his messy hair, and clicked open the door lock.

Just as she was about to leave the lounge, Wen Zhi suddenly remembered something and reached out her hand to Song Juelan: "I can't just go back empty-handed, can I?"

If you say you're coming to the lounge to pick up something, but then go back empty-handed, people will definitely become suspicious.

Song Juelan went back and took a clean towel from the wardrobe, placing it in Wen Zhi's hand.

Wen Zhi took Song Juelan's towel and returned to the poolside.

When Zhu Zhenghao saw them return, his gaze swept over the towel in Wen Zhi's hand, and he scratched his head: "You really forgot to bring a towel?"

It's just a towel, why did Song Juelan have to take Wen Zhi to the lounge so seriously?

He glanced at Song Juelan with suspicion, but couldn't discern anything amiss on that expressionless face.

On second thought, that makes sense. What else could those two do in the lounge besides getting something?

Wen Zhi waited on the shore for a while, and then saw Xiao Tang wobbling over, shaking off the water.

"Zhizhi, let's go home!"

"Okay." Wen Zhi squatted down, unfolded the bath towel in her hand, wrapped the wet Xiao Tang up, and dried him off.

Suddenly, a cool little finger touched his lips, and a curious voice said, "Zhizhi, your lips are so red!"

Wen Zhi subconsciously pursed her lips, feeling that they were still a little hot, and said guiltily, "Really?"

Xiao Tang nodded vigorously and added, "It's still a little hot!"

"It's probably because she's got too much internal heat," Wen Zhi offered a reasonable explanation.

Before Xiaotang could discover that Coach Song on the other side was also "furious," Wenzhi picked up Xiaotang and quickly left the place.

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The next day, just after the Wen brothers finished dinner, they heard the doorbell ring again.

Xiao Tang was the first to jump up and run to the door, standing on tiptoe and trying her best to grasp the doorknob to open the door for Song Juelan.

Ever since his ambiguous relationship with Wen Zhi, Song Juelan skipped the step of contacting Xiao Tang and came directly to Wen Zhi's house.

Although he couldn't do anything with Xiao Tang around, Song Juelan was still happy to see Wen Zhi.

Tonight they also went to the nearby park and played with Xiaotang for a while on the sparkling bamboo dragonfly, watching Xiaotang run around like a kitten chasing butterflies with her short legs.

Afterwards, the three of them took a walk along the tranquil lakeside.

During the day, many tourists row boats on this lake, but at night, only a tranquil, inky expanse remains. A gentle evening breeze carries the moist air and the fragrance of grass and trees.

Halfway there, they encountered several middle-aged men night fishing by the lake. They had cigarettes in their mouths and were chatting absentmindedly with the people next to them.

Suddenly, one of the people’s fishing rods dipped down. The person was obviously a novice and hurriedly tried to lift the rod.

With a "splash," a lump was suddenly pulled out of the water, arcing through the air before landing at Song Juelan's feet, splashing his trousers and shirt.

Upon closer inspection, what lay on the ground was a children's sneaker whose original color was indistinguishable.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Young man, I'm really sorry!" The man quickly stubbed out his cigarette and apologized to Song Juelan. Looking at Song Juelan's tall and upright figure, he felt a little uneasy. "Did I hit you?"

Song Juelan glanced down and noticed a stain on the clothes he had carefully chosen to see Wen Zhi. He frowned slightly and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

The man noticed the mud spots on Song Juelan's clothes and felt a little guilty. He quickly scooped out a few lively fish from his bucket, packed them up, and stuffed them into Song Juelan's hands: "Here, these fish are ones I just caught. Take them home and eat them."

So Song Juelan carried the fish that were still thrashing about and walked silently beside Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped Song Juelan's clothes, but she couldn't get rid of the dirt. Seeing that the child looked a little unhappy, she suggested, "Why don't we go to my house and wash your clothes first?"

The park was close to his home, but it was still some distance from Song Juelan's home, so it wasn't appropriate to make Song Juelan walk back like that.

In the darkness, a faint light flickered in Song Juelan's eyes, and he calmly replied, "Okay."

Back home, Wen Zhi saw that Song Juelan was still carrying fish, and pointed towards the kitchen: "Let's put this in the refrigerator first."

After saying that, she turned around and went to find Song Juelan a change of clothes.

After many days, Song Juelan finally stepped into this house full of life again, and her heart was beating strangely fast.

Not long ago, he felt it was inappropriate for a strange man like himself to come to Wen Zhi's house, where she was raising Xiao Tang alone. Now, however, he only wanted to intrude into Wen Zhi's life and leave his mark in every corner.

His gaze swept over the surroundings discreetly before he stepped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and placed the fish he was holding into the freezer compartment.

In the living room, Wen Zhi had already found the clothes that Song Juelan had worn last time, and handed them to him as soon as he came out of the kitchen.

"Go take a shower first, and change into this outfit. I'll put your dirty clothes in the washing machine for you; it'll be done in no time."

Song Juelan responded, took the set of clothes that smelled of laundry detergent, and walked towards the bathroom.

Wen Zhi waited at the bathroom door. After hearing some rustling inside, a set of dirty clothes was passed out from under the door.

He took the clothes, threw them into the washing machine, turned on the quick wash mode, and they were clean in no time.

When he came in after hanging the clothes on the balcony, he saw that Song Juelan had already taken a shower and was sitting on the carpet in the corner of the living room, playing with Xiaotang building blocks.

Wen Zhi told him, "Your clothes are on the balcony; they'll be dry in a few hours."

Anyway, Song Juelan's home isn't far away, so she can go back after her clothes dry.

"Thank you." Song Juelan lowered his head, slowly assembled a locomotive, and then said, "I'm a little sleepy, I want to take a nap first."

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then said, "Then you can sleep in my room, the same room you slept in last time."

"Okay." Song Juelan put down the building blocks in his hand, got up and walked towards his room.

Wen Zhi didn't take it seriously. She took Xiao Tang, who was still playing with toys, to take a bath. After taking a bath herself, she habitually walked to her bedroom door.

The lights inside were off, and you couldn't see anything from the doorway; it was pitch black, like the open mouth of a giant beast.

He tiptoed and had only taken a few steps inside when a large, hot, and powerful hand suddenly reached out from the side and precisely gripped his wrist.

An irresistible force pulled him over, slamming him into a hard chest. His chin was gently pinched by long, slender fingers, and a burning kiss landed heavily on his lips.

A hot tongue forced open his slightly loosened jaw in surprise, venturing deep inside, sweeping forcefully across the soft flesh of his mouth as if surveying its own territory, and then roughly entwining with the tip of his tongue.

Wen Zhi: "...!"

Why again?

He endured the aggressive kiss, almost suffocating from it again. He couldn't even remember Song Juelan's instructions to breathe. One hand weakly gripped Song Juelan's collar, his fingertips slightly tense.

After what seemed like an eternity, the long kiss finally came to an end, but the burning hot lips showed no sign of leaving. Instead, they moved along the corner of his lips to the skin of his neck, leaving behind a series of wet, hot kisses.

"It smells so good." The deep voice was a little hoarse.

Wen Zhimin shrank her neck in embarrassment and pushed away the head that was rubbing against her: "I just took a shower, and you smell like that too."

They clearly used the same bottle of shower gel tonight.

Song Juelan raised his head, his dark eyes shining brightly in the darkness, and stubbornly said, "It's different."

Wen Zhi was still slightly out of breath and too lazy to argue with him. She reached out and touched the wall a few times before turning on the room light.

Everything before him was illuminated, and something he couldn't ignore appeared in his slightly lowered gaze, looking at him with great enthusiasm.

Wen Zhi's gaze lingered for a moment, then quickly shifted away as if burned, her cheeks burning.

Although I had seen it before, this was the first time I had seen it so clearly, and I was inevitably startled.

He seriously suspected that Song Juelan had stuffed two mineral water bottles into his pants.

Song Juelan glanced down following his gaze.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he first kissed Wen Zhi, she was secretly comparing his kissing skills to those of his ex-husband.

He pressed his thin lips into a tight line, staring intently at Wen Zhi, whose cheeks were flushed, for a while before suddenly asking childishly, "Is she older than him?"

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Author's Note: Thanks to Mozi and Yu for the landmine!

Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!

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