Chapter 73 The longer you hold it in, the more perverted you become...

Under the soft yellow light of the bathroom, a hazy mist shrouded everything, blurring the outlines of each object.

Inside the large, built-in bathtub, the water was violently churning, creating ripples, and warm water kept overflowing from the edges, wetting a large area of ​​the surrounding floor.

A slender white hand suddenly emerged from the swaying water, gripping the cold edge of the bathtub tightly. As if unable to bear it, the fingertips pressed hard against the pure white, smooth tub wall, the long knuckles stretching out lines of extreme fragility.

That hand was quickly grabbed back by another large, well-defined hand, which forcefully pressed it onto the abdominal muscles that were working hard. The hand watched with satisfaction as the jade-like hand scratched several faint red marks on the well-defined abdominal muscles.

Wen Zhi straddled Song Juelan, facing him. Her porcelain-white chin rested on his broad shoulders, and her wet black hair clung to her forehead. She felt like a plastic bag that had fallen into a rushing river and was being tossed about.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but his broken breaths only produced fragmented syllables, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Only after a giant wave subsided, giving him a brief respite, did he lower his head and bite Song Juelan's hard shoulder angrily: "You...you serve people like this?"

A slight stinging pain came from his shoulder, but it was like pouring oil on a raging fire, igniting an even fiercer impulse. Song Juelan's breathing instantly became heavier, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it not clean enough?"

"..." Wen Zhi chose to remain silent.

Tonight, Song Juelan carried him into the bathroom and at first she was indeed taking good care of him while he took a bath.

First, I adjusted the water flow in the shower to a suitable temperature, then helped him take off his clothes, rinsed him thoroughly with the shower, and carefully rubbed every inch of his skin with a bath sponge.

Only when Wen Zhi's snow-white skin was rosy and smooth, with every pore exuding the fragrance of shower gel, did she turn off the shower.

Then, he picked up the fragrant and relaxed Wenzhi and placed her in the bathtub filled with hot water. He then lifted his long legs and stepped in himself, beginning tonight's feast.

Wen Zhi even suspected that the way Song Juelan served him a bath was similar to washing food.

The water began to ripple again, wave after wave washing over his flushed skin and carrying away the glistening water droplets clinging to it.

The water in the bathtub had gradually cooled down, but he felt like he was burning up from the inside out, especially the part of him that was pressed against Song Juelan, which was almost scorching him.

Wen Zhiyan's red lips parted slightly, her sticky, hot breath gently brushing against Song Juelan's neck, her wet eyes misty.

The next moment, his lips were captured by Song Juelan, who had turned his head slightly. His hot tongue forcefully invaded his mouth, plunging deep inside like a certain place, sweeping away without restraint.

Sensing his body's reaction to lack of oxygen, Song Juelan's large hand on his waist tightened instantly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his temples throbbing noticeably.

After a long kiss, Wen Zhi's full, luscious lips were still slightly parted from the inertia when Song Juelan mischievously slipped a finger into her mouth and rubbed it back and forth on her wet tongue with his fingertip.

When Wen Zhi came to her senses, her cheeks were flushed. Without any mercy, she closed her jaw and bit down on the mischievous finger, leaving a clear tooth mark on her slender knuckle.

Song Juelan's lips curled slightly. He casually withdrew his finger and used the finger with the teeth marks to pinch Wen Zhi's chin, forcing him to raise his head slightly and reveal his delicate, fair neck.

He lowered his head, his thin lips covering that warm skin, gently licking away the water droplets clinging to it, and lightly sucking, leaving a faint red mark.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally subsided after what seemed like an eternity.

Wen Zhi was wrapped softly in a bath towel, and after the water droplets on her body were carefully dried, she was carried back to the familiar master bedroom and tucked into a fluffy quilt.

Immediately afterwards, Song Juelan, who was only wearing a bath towel around his waist, also lifted the quilt and lay down next to him, stretching out his long arm to pull him into his arms and let him rest his head on his arm.

"Sleep now." A deep, languid voice came from above, and the hard, hot chest pressed against him vibrated slightly.

Perhaps exercise is good for sleep, Wen Zhi's long eyelashes slowly fell down, and in less than a minute, she drifted into a sweet dream.

The next day was still a weekend. Song Juelan got up early to prepare breakfast. After Wen Zhi woke up and ate breakfast, they naturally became entangled together again, playing from dawn till dusk.

Both of them were still young, and it was easy for things to go wrong if they were together. Although their bodies were very compatible, Wen Zhi still couldn't handle Song Juelan's seemingly inexhaustible energy.

He thought that those three days and three nights last time should have satisfied Song Juelan, but now it seems that this person is like a bottomless pit.

However, this time, at least it wasn't as crazy as last time.

The last time they were separated, it lasted for more than half a month, but this time they were separated for less than a week.

Therefore, Wen Zhi strongly suspected that the longer Song Juelan was kept in a suspenseful state, the more perverted he would become.

The erotic atmosphere in the house finally dissipated by Monday morning.

Wen Zhi, her eyes red like a little rabbit's, remained motionless in the blankets, her whole body aching and weak, not wanting to move an inch.

His gaze followed Song Juelan, who was tidying up the bedroom, his eyes following the tall figure.

All that could be seen was Song Juelan wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts, displaying his smooth and firm muscles like a male model on a catwalk, attracting the attention of the little pervert in bed.

Several fresh scratches appeared on her broad back. Some were unintentionally left by Wen Zhi during her extreme pleasure, while others were deliberately scratched by Wen Zhi as revenge after being tortured.

As for the broad, straight shoulders, the clearly defined collarbones, and the full pectoral muscles, there were a few scattered teeth marks, all of which were Wen Zhi's handiwork.

Song Juelan, as if carrying a trophy, circled around Wen Zhi's sight several times, tidying up the entire bedroom except for the large bed, before casually grabbing a piece of clothing to put on.

Wen Zhi then reluctantly withdrew her gaze, unconsciously smacking her lips.

I'm a little tempted, but I don't want to eat anymore.

After lying on the soft bed for a while, Wen Zhi fell asleep again without realizing it. When she woke up again, it was already afternoon.

He vaguely remembered that Song Juelan had evening classes today, and if he didn't go back to school soon, he would be too late.

A delicious aroma of food wafted in from outside. Song Juelan, who had prepared dinner, walked in and met his gaze: "Awake?"

Wen Zhi's soft voice was slightly hoarse: "Mmm."

"I'll get you some clothes." Song Juelan wasn't lying that night; he did indeed buy many clothes of the same brand to compensate Wen Zhi.

Right then and there, in front of Wen Zhi, she took out a large stack of clean and ironed new clothes from the wardrobe, laid them out one by one by the bed, and asked him to choose which one to wear today.

Wen Zhi peeked out for a while and then picked out a more casual shirt.

After changing their clothes, the two sat down at the dining table to eat dinner.

Wen Zhi lowered her head and drank a few sips of the sweet chicken soup to soothe her rumbling stomach before asking, "Don't you have evening classes today?"

"There's plenty of time, take your time eating." Song Juelan scooped a chicken leg into his bowl, showing no sign of haste.

Hearing him say that, Wen Zhi felt relieved and leisurely finished her dinner before heading back to school with Song Juelan.

Although there was still time, Song Juelan had to go directly to the teaching building this time to avoid being late.

The dormitory building and the teaching building were not in the same direction, so the two had to separate at the school gate.

Song Juelan stopped in front of the bustling school gate, reached out to straighten Wen Zhi's collar, and whispered, "It's a bit windy, go back and put on another layer."

Wen Zhi looked up at him and obediently replied, "I know."

Countless curious gazes came from all directions, but neither of them paid any attention. They held hands and whispered to each other for a while before Song Juelan finally turned around and strode towards the teaching building.

Wen Zhi watched the tall figure walk away into the distance before slowly heading towards the dormitory building, the paper bag in her hand swaying gently as she enjoyed the campus scenery along the way.

I used to think this school was bad in every way, but now I suddenly find the campus much more pleasing to the eye, and even the most ordinary sycamore trees along the roadside are pleasing to the eye.

Is this the charm of campus romance?

Wen Zhi walked back to her dormitory at a leisurely pace. After entering the room, she greeted her roommates and sat down at her desk.

Just as he was about to take the clothes out of the paper bag, tidy them up, and put them in the closet, he discovered that there was something else in the paper bag that didn't belong to him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Song Juelan's wallet, which had been left inside sometime during the night.

Wen Zhi examined the pure black wallet for a moment, then casually placed it next to the desk lamp, intending to give it to Song Juelan after class.

As night deepened, a heated discussion was taking place in dormitory 202.

Jia Rui pointed to the forum interface on his phone screen and showed it to his two roommates: "This person is making it sound so convincing! Like, witnessing the two of them gazing at each other affectionately and reluctantly at the school gate... What is all this nonsense!"

Fei Kangcheng retorted firmly, "Impossible! Brother Song isn't that kind of person. He already has a girlfriend, how could he be ambiguous with Senior Wen?"

Cheng Yuanji immediately nodded in agreement: "Exactly! You forgot about the first day of school, when we invited Brother Song upstairs... to... bump into Senior Wen, what was his reaction? He clearly had absolutely no interest whatsoever!"

The three of them stopped at the same time and recalled Song Juelan's reaction at the time.

It wasn't just a lack of interest; it was downright disdain. His face practically screamed, "Even a celestial being can't compare to my partner."

Jia Rui was immediately convinced and stopped looking at the posts on the forum. He complained indignantly, "How come these people have so much free time? They're even spreading rumors."

Just as the three were standing up for Song Juelan, there was a gentle knock on the dormitory door.

Fei Kangcheng thought it was someone from the next dormitory coming to visit, so he walked over with his messy hair and pulled open the dormitory door.

A beautiful face suddenly came into view. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered twice, and she gave him a slight smile: "Hello, sorry to bother you."

Fei Kangcheng stood frozen in place, his eyes wide open, unconsciously holding his breath.

Not only him, but even the two people craning their necks to look out in the dormitory turned into two stiff stones.

Immediately afterwards, that clear and pleasant voice rang out again.

"Um... I'm looking for my boyfriend, is Song Juelan here?"

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Author's note: Thanks to the Milankovic cycle for the landmines~

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