Chapter 71 Will You Come Back With Me or Not?

Song Juelan asked with utmost seriousness, as if he genuinely wanted a definite answer from Wen Zhi.

No matter the time or place, he desperately wanted to get close to Wen Zhi. Just looking at her wasn't enough; he wanted to hug her, kiss her, feel her body temperature, and do something more intimate.

He couldn't suppress his desire for Wen Zhi, which is why he kept demanding things from her.

Of course, besides that reason, he also really enjoyed the feeling of kissing Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi's lips were soft to the touch, and his tongue had a sweet taste. The way he made her breathless and her eyes glazed over was very alluring. After he finished, her face was flushed, but she still tried to remain calm, which was even more adorable.

Song Juelan even felt that she was somewhat addicted to this feeling.

The quiet stairwell became even quieter because of Song Juelan's earnest question.

Wen Zhi stared at the person in front of her for a moment, and even saw a hint of expectation in Song Juelan's eyes.

He thought for a moment quickly, and it seemed... he really couldn't do anything else.

Even if they lived in the same dorm room, let alone living together now, it would be impossible for them to do anything secretly under the noses of their other roommates.

Hiding in a corner of the stairwell like this, squeezing in a kiss whenever there's a chance, is the boldest thing you can do on campus.

Wen Zhi ruthlessly dismissed Song Juelan's wishful thinking: "No way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Juelan's lips curled down slightly, her burning gaze fixed on his rosy lips again, and she made a shameless request: "Then give me one more kiss."

"..."

Wen Zhi couldn't understand why asking just one more question had led to such a disadvantageous situation for him.

But before he could think any further, the tall figure in front of him leaned down slightly and once again captured his still slightly moist and numb lips, beginning a new round of deeper assault.

The scorching afternoon sun streamed in through the high windows, casting its rays on the steps. In the shadowy corners, the sound of water made one's heart race.

The tall, broad back completely blocked the person in the corner. A slender, fair hand rested on Song Juelan's broad shoulder. The dark veins beneath the snow-white skin were faintly visible, and the knuckles were slightly tense, whether from lack of oxygen or from nervousness, it was hard to tell.

Since they had agreed to only kiss once, Song Juelan was determined to kiss her enough. This time, the kiss lasted even longer than before. To prolong the time, he even gave Wen Zhi, who was struggling to breathe, a few breaths.

When she was finally released, the sunlight returned to Wen Zhi's eyes, and she felt a wave of dizziness.

Song Juelan stared intently into those wet eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He took a small step back and whispered, "Let's go back."

He was afraid that if he didn't leave soon, he would be unable to resist doing something to Wen Zhi again, so he turned around and went down a few steps.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps that didn't belong to him, following closely behind.

Song Juelan was slightly taken aback. He turned his head and realized that Wen Zhi was following him down the stairs in a daze.

After that deep, long kiss, Wen Zhi's mind was still a little fuzzy. She had even forgotten where she was and instinctively wanted to follow Song Juelan.

Seeing this scene, Song Juelan's heart skipped a beat, a surge of hot heat rushed into his chest, and his heart almost melted from the immense satisfaction.

He immediately turned back quickly, followed his heart, held Wen Zhi's hand tightly by her side, and accompanied her up to the third floor.

Reaching the third-floor stairwell, Wen Zhi had completely come to her senses, realizing the foolish thing she had just done. Her ears turned bright red, and her watery eyes sparkled: "...That's enough."

If Song Juelan really escorted him to the dormitory entrance, and his other roommates saw him looking like he had obviously done something, it would be too embarrassing.

Song Juelan tightened her grip on his hand for a moment, then slowly released it, and softly replied, "Okay."

The two, who had been entangled in the stairwell for most of the day, finally parted ways at the third-floor stairwell.

*

Ever since that day, when Song Juelan suddenly appeared in a large classroom with hundreds of people and openly sat with Wen Zhi, gossip posts about it have been popping up one after another on the campus forum.

Everyone was curious: how did these two people, who seemed to have nothing in common, come to know each other and even get along quite well?

One is a "high-and-mighty flower" who has had countless suitors over the past four years but has never given any response, and the other is a freshman campus heartthrob who became the focus of everyone's attention as soon as he arrived. They don't seem like they should have any interaction.

This rather boring topic has become a topic of conversation because of the high level of attention the two main characters receive.

Just as everyone in the forum was having a great time discussing it, someone else jumped out and said that they heard Song Juelan say that he was Wen Zhi's boyfriend.

This explosive news briefly caused a stir on the forum, but it quickly subsided due to the lack of pictures and the fact that the content was too outrageous.

Strangely, under each related post, three accounts confidently replied that Song Juelan already had a boyfriend outside of school and it was absolutely impossible for him to be dating Wen Zhi.

Since no one could tell whether what they said was true or false, they didn't take it to heart.

A week passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was the weekend that many people were eagerly anticipating.

Wen Zhi had a fairly leisurely week.

During his junior year, he performed exceptionally well in a highly competitive creative competition and was invited by the brand to intern with the entire team. He secured a full-time position early on, so he didn't have to worry about the fall recruitment season.

During this period, apart from occasionally going to the teaching building to attend a few classes, I spent the rest of my time leisurely working on my graduation project.

Logically speaking, Song Juelan, as a freshman, should be just as relaxed as him.

But since they parted ways that day, the two haven't seen each other much. Song Juelan seems to be busy with something and is often not at school.

On Saturday night, all the students in dormitory 303 were playing games on their computers when there was a sudden knock on the door.

He Jin controlled the character on the computer screen, found a clump of grass to hide in, got up and walked to the door, opening the door a crack.

"It's you, Xiao Song," he said, his tone more familiar than before, stepping aside. "Xiao Zhi is inside, come in!"

The other two people turned around upon hearing the sound and greeted the people at the door in a friendly manner.

"Excuse me." Song Juelan nodded slightly and walked straight to Wen Zhi's seat.

Wen Zhi was typing away on the keyboard, her back straight, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of seriousness, clearly indicating that the current situation was not optimistic.

Without even looking up, he tossed Song Juelan a sentence: "Wait a minute, let me finish this game first."

The players in front of their computers were typing away furiously, but the enemy was still pushing them close to their high ground, and it looked like they were about to lose.

"Shall I do it?" Song Juelan stood to the side for a moment and asked in a low voice.

Without hesitation, Wen Zhi put down her mouse, stood up, and gave her seat to Song Juelan.

Song Juelan gripped the warm mouse, took over the support hero whose performance was abysmal, and while his fingers rapidly adjusted the equipment, he calmly gave a few commands.

Following his instructions, the other three roommates gradually improved the situation, and a few minutes later, the tide of battle was inexplicably turned.

"That's amazing!" He Jin and Ding Mingjun were overjoyed, praising Song Juelan's skill and enthusiastically inviting him to team up with them to rank up next time.

Song Juelan agreed, then got up from his computer and left the dormitory with Wen Zhi, who was also happily celebrating her easy victory.

Once they reached the quiet, deserted corridor, Wen Zhi asked the person beside her curiously, "What's wrong?"

“I tore two of your clothes before,” Song Juelan said carefully, then said in a deep voice, “I bought two identical ones, and a few more from the same brand to keep for you. They’re all in that house near the school.”

After a pause, she casually revealed her true purpose: "Do you want to... come back with me to get it?"

Hearing the other person's cautious tone, Wen Zhi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Juelan had used the same trick before, so why do you think he would fall for it?

Song Juelan was taken aback by the laughter. He stared intently at Wen Zhi's trembling eyelashes for a few seconds before pursing his thin lips.

Realizing his scheme had been seen through, he decided to go all out, quickly biting Wen Zhi's lips lightly and asking fiercely, "Are you coming back with me or not?"

Wen Zhi then forced a smile and blinked, "Okay."

Those two simple words instantly brightened Song Juelan's deliberately stern expression, and the corners of her lips involuntarily turned up.

In the darkness, the two held hands tightly and walked out of the dormitory building, heading straight for the school gate closest to that apartment.

A dozen minutes later, Wen Zhi stood in front of that familiar door again. The muscle memory of the days ago when she was exhausted and her back and legs ached instantly resurfaced, and a faint phantom pain rose in her lower back.

Why did he agree to come back with Song Juelan...?

Before he could figure it out, Song Juelan had already unlocked the door with his fingerprint. After a "beep" sounded, the door was pulled open.

"Come in." As if worried that he might back out at the last minute, Song Juelan opened the door but didn't go in immediately. Instead, she stood aside and waited for him to go in first.

Wen Zhi hesitated for a moment at the door before stepping inside. When the layout of the house came into view, her feet froze on the spot, and her eyes widened slightly.

The house has changed a lot; it's completely different from the cold and impersonal place he visited last time.

Several game controllers and rows of game cartridges were displayed in the glass cabinet next to the TV. A large, soft, long-haired wool rug was laid out in the middle of the living room, perfect for playing games and watching TV. The most eye-catching thing was the snack cabinet in the corner of the living room, which was filled with all kinds of snacks.

As for the few potted plants on the balcony, the faint aroma of incense in the air, and the brand-new juicer and coffee machine on the small bar, these small changes are countless.

In Wen Zhi's mind, this house instantly transformed from "a very expensive house" into her dream home.

Behind her, Song Juelan followed her in, closing the door behind her. His voice held a hint of barely perceptible tension: "What do you think?"

“It’s great.” Wen Zhi replied without hesitation, her gaze still lingering on the thoughtful arrangements.

He liked the house as it was, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

The carpet was the same color and texture as the one in his living room, the snack cabinet was very similar to the snack shelf in his bedroom, and it was filled with the same snacks he often bought. The aromatherapy diffuser also seemed to be from the same brand...

"Then what do you think about us living here together?" Song Juelan asked tentatively, interrupting his thoughts.

Wen Zhi was still pondering whether this sense of familiarity was a coincidence, and was about to nod haphazardly when she suddenly froze.

Is Song Juelan inviting him to live together?

He stopped nodding halfway through.

Perhaps because he had been single for many years, the word "cohabitation" seemed very distant to him. But when it suddenly popped into his mind, it startled him.

Living together... isn't that something only couples who have been dating for several years and have a stable relationship would consider?

However, it seems fine if I'm with Song Juelan...

Just as he was about to nod in agreement in his dazed state, Song Juelan added dryly, "What I mean is, you can come and stay here every weekend."

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then said softly, "Oh, okay..."

It wasn't what he thought it meant.

His hand, which was hanging by his side, was taken up by a large hand. As soon as Wen Zhi turned his head, a hot breath enveloped him and greedily captured his lips.

Coming here, I can finally do some things that I can't do at school.

Wen Zhi quickly realized that this was not a simple deep kiss, but a gentle foreplay that was more aggressive than usual.

Before long, he clearly felt something pressing against his groin, with an exaggerated temperature and hardness.

Song Juelan's dark eyes, so close to his face, were as deep as ink. His large hand pressed against the back of his head, and his kisses grew increasingly fierce, his hot, rapid breaths gently brushing against his face.

Even through the fabric, it clung tightly to his body, radiating an astonishing heat.

"Ring ring—"

Suddenly, a crisp telephone ring startled the two who were lost in passion.

The arrow was already on the bowstring, and those dark eyes, swirling with thick desire, were fixed on him, filled with reluctance. She didn't immediately release his lips, her breathing heavy and hot, clearly not wanting him to pay attention to this untimely interruption.

However, someone accidentally touched the phone in the pants pocket, and the call was answered unexpectedly.

The next second, a sweet, childlike voice came out of the phone, eager and cheerful.

"Zhizhi!"

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Author's note: Thanks to moonlight for the landmine!

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