Chapter 64 Why is he still so fierce?

The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow on the smooth, mirror-like white dining table. The air was filled with the aroma of food, mingled with a faint, lingering scent of desire.

A silver knife lightly tapped the edge of the white porcelain plate, making a crisp sound, and cut the piece of baked salmon with its caramelized skin into neat small pieces.

A large, bony hand held a fork and brought a fragrant piece of baked salmon to Wen Zhi's lips. Wen Zhi didn't even bother to lift her long eyelashes; her slightly swollen, rosy lips obediently opened, and she put the fish and the fork into her mouth together.

On the surface, she was obedient, but she deliberately bit the fork in her mouth, making the other person pull it back a few times before finally pulling the fork out, silently venting her dissatisfaction.

As dawn broke, Song Juelan hadn't let him go yet. He didn't know how much time had passed before he fell asleep leaning against Song Juelan.

Midway through, he vaguely sensed that Song Juelan carried him to the bathroom and carefully placed him into a bathtub filled with warm water. A pair of large, hot hands roamed over his body, washing him thoroughly clean from head to toe, inside and out.

He was so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, so he could only let the other person do as they pleased, and soon fell back into sleep.

I woke up to find myself lying refreshed in a soft bed, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, with the aroma of food wafting from outside.

When he rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, following the enticing aroma to the kitchen, he saw that tall figure standing with his back to him, skillfully cooking dinner.

So now, he was wearing loose and comfortable home clothes, sitting sideways on Song Juelan's lap like he had no bones, being fed food bite by bite.

The delicious food soothed her empty stomach, and Wen Zhi finally felt a little better. She glanced at the person behind her with her watery red eyes, and asked in a soft voice with a slight nasal tone, "Where is this?"

In the chaos of last night, he had no time to observe his surroundings and assumed that Song Juelan had taken him to a hotel or something similar.

It was only then that I realized that this was clearly a brand new private residence. Although there were no signs of life, everything from furniture to daily necessities was fully furnished, as if you could move in anytime.

He was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window all night, and he still remembers the towering buildings, the bright lights, and the bustling traffic outside. Clearly, this was a very good location.

For Song Juelan to be able to bring people back at will and cause trouble for a whole day and night, this place must be Song Juelan's own territory.

Song Juelan used a fork to twirl a few perfectly cooked strands of pasta and brought them to his mouth, her answer being similar to what he expected: "This is a house I bought near the school."

Having spent the entire night bouncing around on Song Juelan, Wen Zhi's thoughts were still somewhat scattered. Her long eyelashes blinked slowly as she chewed the soft, chewy spaghetti slowly, finally swallowing it after a long while.

Suddenly, those beautiful eyes widened a beat later, and she abruptly turned her head, staring intently at the composed person behind her: "Your house?"

Song Juelan didn't stop what she was doing; she forked another piece of salmon and held it out, saying, "Mm."

With a piece of fish stuffed in her mouth, Wen Zhi's eyes remained wide open. She quickly chewed a few times and swallowed, then asked in a surprised tone, "Aren't you still working part-time at the swimming pool?"

“It’s not a part-time job. It’s a swimming pool owned by my friend’s family. I just went there to help out.” Song Juelan wiped the cheese off his lips with her fingertip and said calmly, “The owner of the swimming pool is Coach Zhu, whom you met before.”

Wen Zhi's mouth opened slightly, stunned by the sudden truth.

Therefore, Song Juelan is not a poor student who needs to work during the summer to earn tuition. When I bought gifts for him and Xiaotang, I didn't spend all my salary because he wasn't there to work at all.

He thought Song Juelan was struggling financially and felt sorry for him. In order to help Song Juelan earn more tuition fees, he even extended Xiaotang's swimming lessons for next summer.

"Why did you lie to me?" Wen Zhi asked angrily.

"..." Song Juelan didn't expect that the little liar in his arms would actually question him so confidently. He raised an eyebrow and asked in return, "And why did you lie to people?"

If he hadn't thought Wen Zhi was a single father, he wouldn't have doubted his feelings in the first place, and he wouldn't have needed to endure it for so long.

In order to see Wen Zhi, he could only pretend to be a swimming pool employee and find excuses to give Xiao Tang lessons.

Otherwise, he would have confessed his feelings to Wen Zhi long ago, and he wouldn't have had to keep hiding the fact that he wasn't actually an employee of the swimming pool from her.

Thinking of this, Song Juelan suddenly felt that he hadn't been ruthless enough to Wen Zhi last night.

He snorted coldly through his nose: "If you hadn't been pretending to be a widow, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi immediately turned her head away, feeling somewhat guilty.

His bright eyes darted around before finally looking up at the ceiling. His pale fingers unconsciously tightened around Song Juelan's clothes as he mumbled indistinctly, "You're the one who thought... thought Xiaotang was my child."

Last night, when he was defending himself, Song Juelan punished him with even more force. After he said that, the inside of his thighs subconsciously tensed up, as if it had become a conditioned reflex.

He still felt that the responsibility could not be entirely attributed to him.

Song Juelan tightened his grip on the fork, the veins on the back of his hand becoming more prominent, but his movements remained steady as he brought the sauce-covered pasta to Wen Zhi's lips, coldly asking, "Who was it that filled in their name in the 'father' section on the application form?"

Wen Zhi focused intently on chewing her pasta, lowering her thick, long eyelashes, pretending not to hear the unfavorable remark.

Having expended too much energy last night, Song Juelan quickly finished the food on her plate. She stretched out her long arm, took her own portion of pasta, and continued to feed Wen Zhi, who was not yet fully full.

Perhaps because she hadn't recovered her energy, Wen Zhi didn't feel anything was wrong with being held and fed by him. She leaned lazily against his chest and obediently opened her mouth when the fork was at her lips.

Song Juelan's gaze lingered unabashedly on the person in his arms, from the soft, swollen, red lips to the long neck marked with hickeys, and then to the collarbone and chest where red marks and teeth marks intertwined in the slightly open neckline.

Before he thought Wen Zhi was Xiao Tang's father, he didn't dare to have too many presumptuous thoughts about Wen Zhi. Even if he wanted to get close to Wen Zhi, he only dared to think of him as a friend. He even listened to Zhu Zhenghao's unreliable advice and tried to arouse Wen Zhi's "fatherly love".

Even though their relationship later became ambiguous, deep down he still maintained a respect for Wen Zhi that he dared not easily disrespect.

Now that he knows this person isn't much older than him and isn't his father's generation, his dangerous thoughts about Wen Zhi suddenly grow wildly like weeds.

Under Wen Zhi's wary gaze, Song Juelan's other hand had already silently slipped inside Wen Zhi's clothes, his burning palm pressing against her delicate and supple waist, caressing it back and forth.

His expression remained completely calm, revealing nothing of what his hands were doing under the table. He asked in a serious tone, "Why didn't you tell me the truth back then?"

Even if he misunderstood that Wen Zhi was Xiao Tang's father, a normal person would have taken the initiative to explain, instead of going along with the mistake and continuing to act out the situation like Wen Zhi did.

Wen Zhiyan pursed her red lips, her eyes darting around, refusing to look at him.

After a long silence, he spoke somewhat awkwardly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "You... didn't agree to be Xiaotang's coach just out of pity for us?"

Song Juelan paused for a moment, recalling the day he first met Wen Zhi. He had only heard Wen Zhi ask one question, but he had decided to teach a preschool child for the first time ever.

If it had been anyone else at that time, he estimated that he would have felt a fleeting sympathy at most, but would definitely not have made such an unusual decision.

Simply because the person who appeared in front of him at that time was Wen Zhi.

Song Juelan shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "I only agreed to teach Xiaotang because of you."

Wen Zhi suddenly turned her head, staring blankly at him. A faint pink tinge appeared on her earlobes, and she quickly lowered her head, a smile involuntarily curving her lips: "I see..."

Song Juelan's gaze was fixed on Wen Zhi's snow-white nape. He belatedly realized that something seemed off about what Wen Zhi had just said.

He keenly sensed something was amiss and suddenly asked, "Why do you want me to be Xiaotang's coach?"

At that time, Wen Zhi had just met him for the first time and didn't know how good he was at swimming. So why did she choose him?

The snow-white nape exposed to his gaze instantly flushed a rosy pink, and his thin shoulders shrank back as if he wanted to hide, without making a sound.

Song Juelan leaned in, his high, straight nose brushing against her skin, and kissed her thin lips on her fair, pinkish skin, pressing on relentlessly, "Why?"

“Because…” Wen Zhi closed her eyes, her slender white fingers curling up in embarrassment, but she still stammered out the confession, “I think… you’re exceptionally beautiful…”

"I saw you swimming outside the swimming pool the day before it opened..."

Ultimately, it was all his fault for indulging in lust.

After he finished speaking, there was no sound from Song Juelan behind him for a long time, only the breath on the back of his neck became hotter and hotter.

Just as Wen Zhi was nervously guessing Song Juelan's reaction, his inner thigh had already sensed Song Juelan's feelings before he could.

Wen Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and she glanced down in disbelief.

How can this even have a reaction...?

Song Juelan's muscular arms encircled him like iron hoops, and his burning kisses landed heavily on his neck and behind his ears, his tone filled with obvious joy: "You liked me back then."

It's not a question, but a firm affirmative statement.

A tingling, itchy sensation ran down his neck. Wen Zhi tried to shrink away, but a large hand gently pinched his cheeks, holding him firmly in its embrace: "It's not exactly..."

Rather than liking someone, lust at first sight is a more accurate description of his true feelings at that time.

The food on the table had been almost finished, and Wen Zhi's strength had mostly recovered. She was picked up and placed on the table, and the familiar bloating that had lasted all night suddenly returned.

Wen Zhi lay back on the dining table, her slender fingers instantly gripping the edge of the table, her fingertips tense, and a long, sweet voice escaped from her lips.

His gaze fell blankly on the sharply defined face above him, unable to comprehend how this person's energy seemed inexhaustible.

I've already calmed her down, why is she still so fierce?

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Author's Note: It's almost finished! After writing the bonus chapter for the nutrient solution, the main story will be almost complete. [Sprinkling flowers]

Thanks to Qingluo Xiaoshan for the grenade!

Thanks to the two landmines from "Oranges Can't Have Seeds"~

Thanks to Early to Bed 77, Sweet tooth, When Time Flows Backwards, I love Xuanhe, y Xia Feiyu, Yay?, Milankovic Cycle, SL, Pearl, Guilt, Orange Scent

Sweet wine is a landmine~

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