Chapter 46 What to do?

Wen Zhi was startled by the fierce look in that she had never seen before, and instinctively curled herself up.

Those two hot, thin lips pressed against his earlobes and neck, leaving faint red marks on his snow-white skin.

He then realized that tonight's events probably wouldn't be as simple as just wiping away the cream.

Wen Zhi felt a pang of regret; she shouldn't have impulsively provoked Song Juelan.

He planned to go back to his room to sleep after finishing the cake, and get up early the next day to buy Song Juelan a birthday present.

Now he's starting to doubt whether he'll be able to get a good night's sleep.

The two people's shallow, rapid breathing echoed in the large living room. Bright lights shone down from above, exposing the two entangled on the sofa to the light, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Wen Zhi felt a sudden wave of shame. She turned to look at the person above her and whispered, "Go to the room..."

Although he knew that Xiaotang didn't have the habit of getting up at night and wouldn't witness this scene, he still subconsciously wanted to hide in a more private space.

The next moment, he was lifted into the air and carried horizontally in Song Juelan's strong arms, striding towards the room.

Wen Zhi was startled by the sudden feeling of weightlessness. She glanced at the floor far away from her and nervously hugged Song Juelan's neck before being placed on the soft bed.

His heart was still pounding, but Song Juelan, standing by the bed, wasn't even out of breath, as if he had just been holding not a tall, slender adult man, but a sack with little weight.

Then, the shadow fell again. Song Juelan leaned down, bracing herself on either side of his body, and lowered her head to find his lips.

Wen Zhi's body sank into the soft mattress, her rosy lips slightly parted, her tongue forcefully entwined with his, almost greedily sucked, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

The deep kiss lasted a long time, so long that he felt his whole body was soaked in Song Juelan's domineering aura, and he could no longer find his original self.

However, Song Juelan did not take the next step for a long time.

Aside from kissing him fiercely, Song Juelan made no other moves. Although the large hands that were holding his waist were burning hot, they remained still and did not move around.

Wen Zhi raised her misty eyes and looked down at that handsome face, secretly observing Song Juelan's expression.

If he hadn't caught a glimpse of something becoming increasingly obvious out of the corner of his eye, he would have truly believed that Song Juelan was so calm.

The kisses on his lips grew increasingly impatient, occasionally nibbling lightly at his lips, leaving faint teeth marks. His lips, repeatedly ravaged, were rosy and slightly swollen, like vibrant, dewy flower petals.

Wen Zhi felt as if he were being licked by a drooling beast, but it hesitated to actually bite him, leaving his heart hanging in suspense.

After a long while, Song Juelan finally released his lips, her dark eyes, faintly bloodshot, staring at him, her voice frighteningly hoarse: "What do you want to do...?"

Wen Zhi was dazed from the kisses, her mind still foggy, and she slowly processed the question, managing to utter a soft "Hmm?"

Why ask him? How would he know what to do?

Then, a beat later, he realized that in Song Juelan's mind, he was an experienced person and should really know what to do next.

Wen Zhi, like a student who hadn't understood anything in class but was called on to answer a question, nervously lowered her eyelashes and swallowed hard: "This..."

He quickly searched his brain for any useful knowledge, and after much effort, he managed to dredge up some vague information from the corners of his memory, only to find that it seemed impossible to implement.

Because the incident happened so suddenly tonight, they hadn't prepared anything.

“We’re still missing two things…” Wen Zhi stammered.

Song Juelan immediately pressed, "What is it?"

Wen Zhi tightened her arms around Song Juelan's neck, pulling him closer, and quickly whispered the names of the two items in his ear.

Although Song Juelan had no experience, he knew what those two things were for; without them, it seemed impossible to proceed to the next step.

At least that's the case based on his meager knowledge of the subject.

After all that trouble, it's almost 3 a.m., and even if they went out to buy it at this hour, they might not be able to.

The flames burning in Song Juelan's eyes slowly dimmed, and he responded softly, "Understood."

It's also his own fault for never knowing anything about this kind of thing and not even thinking of it.

He lowered his head and licked Wen Zhi's lips again, his dark eyes fixed on the person beneath him, as if he wanted to etch Wen Zhi's alluring appearance into his heart.

Then he got up from Wen Zhi and planned to go to the bathroom to take care of things himself, just like last time.

However, as soon as he got out of bed, his clothes were grabbed by a hand with pink knuckles and gently tugged.

On the bed, Wen Zhi blinked her beautiful, watery eyes and said softly, "Let me help you."

Song Juelan's breathing quickened slightly, and he sat back down without hesitation.

Only a bedside lamp was hastily turned on in the room, the light was dim, just enough for them to see each other's faces.

Today on this bed, Song Juelan had just helped Wen Zhi once, without using any techniques, and Wen Zhi quickly surrendered.

At this moment, Wen Zhi's subtle unwillingness to be outdone was stirred up, and she wanted Song Juelan to experience the same feeling.

He reached for Song Juelan's trousers with feigned expertise, pinched one end of the drawstring with his fingertips, and gave it a gentle tug, but couldn't untie it. His expression stiffened slightly, then he leaned closer and studied the knot for a while in the dim light before finally managing to untie it.

Because they got so close, after the pants were pulled down, they were face-to-face with something.

Wen Zhi's eyelids twitched. Startled by what she saw up close, her heart raced, and she jerked back, her feigned composure vanishing instantly.

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He couldn't close one hand completely, so he had to extend the other, making his slender fingers appear even whiter and more delicate.

Wen Zhi tried to recall the techniques related to this matter, but her mind was blank and she couldn't remember anything. She could only act on instinct.

However, it seemed that he didn't need to use any techniques at all; Song Juelan was already extremely excited, almost burning the skin off his palms. Her pupils were also contracting sharply, her gaze, burning hot, fixed on his face.

At first, Wen Zhi was somewhat at a loss, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at Song Juelan in front of him. But as time went by, he gradually became numb.

He felt a noticeable soreness in his wrist, and his finger joints were somewhat unable to straighten, causing his movements to become increasingly slow.

"Is it ready yet?" Wen Zhi yawned slightly, her eyelashes glistening with tears from exhaustion.

Song Juelan let out a low "hmm" from deep in his throat.

Wen Zhi even suspected that Song Juelan was acting strangely, or that he was just putting on a brave face, otherwise how could he still not be better?

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but he couldn't just irresponsibly fall asleep, so he leaned closer to Song Juelan, first kissing the other's hard-lined chin, then pecking at the reddened earlobe, and using a bit of force with his hands.

Song Juelan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and finally, he soiled Wen Zhi's jade-like hands.

In the lingering afterglow, Song Juelan pulled Wen Zhi close, gently pinched her fair chin, and then lowered his head to kiss her soft lips, licking and biting them.

The kiss was long and tender, until Wen Zhi nestled in his arms, her eyes almost closed, before he picked her up and strode toward the bathroom.

After he carefully washed Wen Zhi's hands and cleaned himself up, Wen Zhi leaned against his chest, breathing evenly and deeply, and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Juelan gently carried Wen Zhi back to bed, covered him with the blanket, and lay down beside him. Naturally, he reached out and pulled Wen Zhi into his arms, letting him rest his head on his arm.

Only then did he pick up his phone from the bedside table to check the huge pile of messages he had received that evening.

On the screen, people, whether familiar or unfamiliar, sent birthday wishes at midnight. He only replied to messages from relatives and friends, and glanced at the others.

He doesn't even remember some of them, and he doesn't know how they found out their birthdays.

After replying to the message, his finger accidentally swiped and came across the new student group he had just joined that day.

The group name prominently displayed S University, which Wen Zhi had mentioned to him before.

Song Juelan casually clicked into the group chat, her gaze sweeping over the start date of the school year in the group announcement again. Her lips tightened, and her heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

In a few days, he will leave here and head to City S to begin his university life.

Even if he comes to see Wenzhi every weekend, they will only be able to meet briefly for two days each week, unlike now where they can see each other every day.

Thinking of this, Song Juelan felt as if his heart was being slowly roasted over a fire, and his internal organs also felt uncomfortable.

He put down his phone, turned over, and gazed at Wen Zhi's peaceful sleeping face so close to his. Gradually, only deep reluctance remained in his eyes.

He lowered his head again, as if confirming his possession, and placed a series of gentle kisses on Wen Zhi's face, making her reddened eyes and nose even redder, like a light layer of rouge.

If he could, he really wanted to pack up the person in his arms and take them back to school.

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Author's Note: Bonus chapter for 5,000 nutrient solutions! Update tonight will be around 11 PM.