Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Kiss

Taking advantage of the weekend, Song Zhihan applied for remote work, continuing his workday. This was primarily to help with Li Daizhen's wedding, but also to avoid Lin Jie. He wanted to give them a few days to relax and think carefully about how they would face each other.

As a bridesmaid, especially for Li Daizhen, Song Zhihan had little to do, as the requirements for the newlyweds were so low. They invited only a few guests, and all the formalities were dispensed with. Daizhen explained that this was her and Cheng Rang's wedding, not a social gathering for their parents. Simply inviting a few close friends and family to share in the joy was sufficient.

Cheng Rang naturally listened to her in everything. The only person who had an objection was her strict future mother-in-law. But with Cheng Rang's support, the wedding was still held according to Li Daizhen's wishes.

Before the formal ceremony began, there was a pre-wedding party held in a bar not far from the wedding hotel. The place was not big, but it was decorated very uniquely. The only people invited were friends of the newlyweds, most of whom were Li Daizhen. As a social butterfly, she gathered a lot of friends to have fun together.

Li Daizhen was dressed particularly coolly that day, wearing suspender hot pants, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. Her makeup was also smoky rock style, and she also put a few sparkling diamonds on her face, which sparkled brightly in the night light.

In order to match her, several friends also unified their dressing style. Song Zhihan really couldn't find clothes of this style, so he simply pulled out a shoulder-baring top and miniskirt from Li Daizhen's closet.

This kind of revealing clothing showed off her beautiful figure at a glance. The ravines of the snow-capped mountains were clearly visible, her slender waist was as thin as a hand, and her long legs were evenly slender, with a slight sense of flesh and a lustrous sheen. When she changed her clothes, Li Daizhen looked her up and down, admiring her.

"Song Zhihan, you must be so envious of me, I have to squeeze in here!"

As he spoke, he squeezed his chest exaggeratedly.

Song Zhihan's ears turned red at her praise. In fact, she didn't like her figure very much. She felt that she was too fleshy and too plump. She wanted to be like Song Yazhi, with a slim upper body. She had lost weight, but the thin parts were always bulging.

Li Daizhen looked around and pulled out a piece of pink lace from the closet and handed it to her: "Here, this will be a decoration for you."

Song Zhihan took it and fiddled with it in confusion: "What is this?"

"Leg rings, I bought black ones, but the seller sent them the wrong ones. They go well with your outfit, try them on."

The pink lace, two fingers wide, was woven into a circle with delicate pictures and texts embroidered in the middle. It looked pretty, but I always felt... a little astringent.

Song Zhihan was hesitant to try it, and Li Daizhen mistakenly thought that she didn't know how to use it, so she put it on her herself.

Bought according to the leg circumference, Li Daizhen's size is a bit small for Song Zhihan. The leg flesh around the lace is stretched and bulged, and the pink circle is wrapped around the white legs, which is both delicate and... fragrant.

Li Daizhen's eyes widened. "Oh my god, I'm going to have a nosebleed! Song Zhihan, can I talk to Cheng Rang about establishing monogamy? Will you marry me?"

Song Zhihan pushed her face away, a little shy: "Daizhen, is this too much..."

Li Dai came over shamelessly and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's so beautiful. I'll take you to meet some of Cheng Rang's good friends later. There's one I mentioned to you. Let me introduce you to him."

She seemed to have mentioned it a few times last time, but Song Zhihan really had no interest, but for Dai Zhen's sake, he did not refuse.

After getting ready, she went to the bar with a few other friends. All of Li Daizhen's friends were dressed like this tonight. The girls had hotter bodies than each other. In comparison, Song Zhihan was not so restrained.

She and Qu Yixing found a bar and sat down together. Song Zhihan couldn't drink alcohol, so she asked the bartender for a glass of orange juice. Qu Yixing, contrary to his usual behavior, did not try to attract other people, but instead drank wine instead of water, one glass after another, alone and lonely.

Seeing how lonely he was, Song Zhihan asked with concern: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Did you get dumped?"

As they were old friends, Qu Yixing knew what she was up to as soon as she opened her mouth. He did not hide anything and complained to her with a pout.

"I actually hope to be dumped, but he doesn't even give me a chance to dump me."

Oh, this is so rare, is the prodigal son really in love? Or is he heartbroken?

"Okay, I'll pity you and tell me." Song Zhihan took a sip of juice and pushed away the glass of wine handed to him by the bartender.

Qu Yixing sat up a little straighter. "I've told you before about Lin Mo, the one who followed Aunt Song. I... quite like her. I've been pursuing her for a long time, using all sorts of tactics, but she hasn't responded at all. She won't even say a word to me. What kind of man do you think a girl like her likes?"

Lin Mo?

Song Zhihan concentrated and carefully recalled the interest that Qu Yixing could not hide when he mentioned her. She glared at Qu Yixing.

"Didn't I tell you long ago not to mess with Lin Mo? How can you be so shameless? Are you two the same kind of people? Why are you pushing your way in front of others? If you act like this every day, Lin Mo will never pay attention to you."

As for what kind of man Lin Mo would like, Song Zhihan guessed that he would probably be mature, steady, and able to grow with her. In short, he would not be a peacock like Qu Yixing.

Qu Yixing smiled, a bitterness lingering on his lips. Initially, he'd thought, "She's just an icy beauty, what's the big deal? Just put in a little more effort and win her over." But later, he became increasingly devoted to her, turning down all parties for her sake. He rejected all attempts at flirtation for her uncertain response, clinging to her like a lapdog. He repaid the debt of love he'd owed her in his youth with Lin Mo.

Serves you right? Serves you right.

The two were about to say a few more words, but Li Daizhen waved over here and Song Zhihan walked over.

There were several people standing in front of her, three men and one woman. One of them was obviously a couple. Li Daizhen introduced them to her: "These are all good friends of Cheng Rang, from Yanbei."

Song Zhihan greeted them and received a polite response.

Looking at the only girl among them, Li Daizhen whispered to her, "This is Qin Jue's girlfriend, a doctor, a little shy. Please take care of her for me."

Song Zhihan nodded. While Li Daizhen and her friends were having a blast, he kept an eye on Dr. Fang's mood. The two of them had a good chat in the noisy environment. She was a girl with a lot of substance. Song Zhihan felt happy both physically and mentally while chatting with her.

Later, everyone drank and got a little crazy. Dr. Fang also stayed with her boyfriend, and they were very intimate. Her boyfriend looked very cold, but when he whispered in Dr. Fang's ear, he exuded a sticky aura.

Song Zhihan was a little bored and planned to find Qu Yixing to continue the unfinished topic. The two of them whispered in the dim light.

Qu Yixing looked at Li Daizhen, who was clinging to Cheng Rang, and envy lingered in his words: "Fuck. How did Li Daizhen find someone who would tolerate everything she did? Is Cheng Rang a masochist?"

Song Zhihan punched him and defended: "Whoever is with Daizhen will live happily."

"What about me? When will I be happy?"

The bartender mixed drinks for the two of them at the right time. The cocktail mixed with orange juice was pushed to Song Zhihan's hand. She didn't notice it and drank half of the glass in one breath. At first she didn't feel anything and was still talking to Qu Yixing as usual, but slowly, everything in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, and her hearing seemed to be declining.

"Why don't you answer me? I asked you if you still remember Lin Jie?"

Song Zhihan could no longer hear anything. She used her remaining willpower to catch Lin Jie's name, and then, drowsily, she fiddled with her phone, muttering to herself: "Yes, Lin Jie, Lin Jie..."

Seeing this, Qu Yixing looked at her strangely, then sniffed the cup in front of her and understood: "Okay, you've ruined Song Zhihan."

This one is a disaster, and things will get difficult next.

Song Zhihan was completely unaware and stumbled over Lin Jie's number with his brain already in a state of shock.

Qu Yixing looked like he was enjoying a good show: "It seems that not only did he remember, but he even kept in touch privately. Good on you, Song Zhihan, you hid it well enough."

He didn't stop it and watched the call being connected.

The always calm and composed voice in my memory rang out over the phone: "Song Zhihan."

Song Zhihan was feeling dizzy and stuttered when he spoke: "Lin...Lin Jie...Lin Jie?"

"Song Zhihan? What's wrong with you?" The person on the other end of the phone heard something was wrong and his voice became alert.

Seeing this, Qu Yixing leaned over to the receiver and shouted at the other end, "Hello, who are you? She's drinking here with me. If nothing else, hang up."

"Don't hang up. I'm a friend of the owner of the phone. Tell me your location. If I don't see her safe and sound later, I will call the police." With strong threats and warnings, it seemed that he would jump out of the phone in the next second and beat up the person who tricked Song Zhihan into drinking.

Qu Yixing thought things were getting interesting. He yawned and said nonchalantly, "Forever Bar, hurry up and pick him up. Look how drunk he is..."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Yixing struggled to get her up from her seat, put on his coat, and held her in his arms: "Come on, I'll take you to meet your senior, Bai Yueguang."

Song Zhihan was making a big fuss, scratching Qu Yixing's face with her long nails. Qu Yixing scolded her and held her to stop her from running away. When he finally reached the door, he saw Lin Jie, who was panting.

All Lin Jie saw was Song Zhihan, dressed in scantily clad clothes, being embraced by a man, her exposed skin pressed against his. Her head swelled to the point of being overwhelmed. Lin Jie stepped forward and pulled the man over. The world spun, and Song Zhihan changed direction.

She was still drunk and in a daze, but she recognized Lin Jie. Her eyes widened, and she stretched out her arms and threw herself into his arms, locking her arms tightly around his neck: "Lin Jie! You're here!"

Full of fragrance, as she stretched out her hand, the hem of her clothes followed suit and moved up, revealing her shallow belly button. Lin Jie held her in his arms and took off his coat with one hand, covering her back and wrapping her whole body in his clothes.

After doing all this, he looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes.

Qu Yixing spread his hands, looking helpless: "Senior, I'm Qu Yixing, do you still remember me?"

Of course I remember him, Song Zhihan’s best male friend, but why are they here?

"Since you knew she couldn't drink, why did you let her get so drunk?" Lin Jie knew that he had no right to blame him, but when he saw Song Zhihan so drunk, he couldn't help but vent his anger on Qu Yixing.

"Li Daizhen remembers it, she had a pre-wedding party today, so we had a little fun. Nuo, since you're here, I'll leave her to you. I don't want to deal with this annoying drunkard."

The drunkard lay on Lin Jie's shoulder, sniffing around like a puppy. Lin Jie held down her nodding head, telling her to stop.

Qu Yixing smiled and said, "Senior, please take her back to the hotel. It's upstairs. The room card is in her pocket. Oh, and I'll wait for you downstairs. If I don't see you in 20 minutes, I'll go upstairs to find you myself."

He intended to be an assist, but he also knew the limits.

Lin Jie nodded and wanted to wake Song Zhihan and take her back to the room, but she refused to move, clinging to him like a fool. Lin Jie had no choice but to bend down and pick her up. The moment his arm touched her thigh, his eyes were drawn to the pink circle. When he saw what it was, he looked away immediately.

Can't look at it anymore, can't think about it anymore.

Qu Yixing watched the two people walking away and whistled on the spot.

Lin Jie carried Song Zhihan into the hotel, and kept asking her what the room number was, but he never dared to look down, for fear of seeing the snow-capped mountains with distinct ravines, and afraid of seeing the absolute temptation between her thighs.

It was too torturous. Just by holding her, Lin Jie could hardly hide his loss of composure.

Song Zhihan vaguely reported the room number. As the elevator went up, Lin Jie saw the intimate posture of the two through the metal glass.

His coat was wrapped around Song Zhihan from the back, but her front was exposed, with her legs hanging in the air, her pink skin, and even the pink lace that he couldn't look at.

Lin Jie suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue, and a nameless fire was burning in his chest, which could not be extinguished no matter what. It even had a tendency to move downwards. He usually looked down upon people who were dominated by their lower body, thinking that they were no different from animals. But now, he couldn't help but laugh at his own terrible self-control.

The elevator door opened and he strode out, walking towards the room. When he reached the door, getting the room card was another big hurdle.

Lin Jie whispered, not daring to look at her chest. He focused his gaze elsewhere and coaxed her, "Zhihan, where is the room card?"

Song Zhihan frowned and said nothing.

Lin Jie's voice became softer: "Tell me, okay?"

Song Zhihan opened her eyes in a daze, and after seeing that it was Lin Jie, she giggled. She struggled in Lin Jie's arms and tried to get out. Lin Jie had to bend down to put her down, holding her shoulders and supporting her to stand firmly.

Song Zhihan staggered and fell headfirst on Lin Jie, his entire upper body tightly squeezed into Lin Jie's arms. The touch at that moment ignited all the blood in Lin Jie's body.

He was extremely aware of his own impulsiveness and loss of composure. All his forbearance was gradually crumbling. When he called her name, it was with gnashing teeth: "Song, Zhi, Han."

He spoke so harshly, and Song Zhihan didn't like it. With a frown on her face, she stood on tiptoe and bit Lin Jie's upper lip hard. It was a tiny spot, which her pearly teeth grasped, crushed, and swallowed. She was like a naughty child, initially wanting revenge, but then she was filled with curiosity about her toy and licked it bit by bit with the tip of her tongue.

All of Lin Jie's movements froze. He looked at Song Zhihan who was squeezed in front of him in disbelief, but he only saw her drunken state and mumbling.

"Lin Jie, I hate that you always speak harshly. I hate that you always call my name harshly. I hate that you..."

He didn't finish his words and stopped talking.

The chattering mouth was held by the man in front of her. He came with great momentum, first holding the honey-stained lips in his mouth, and then conquering the city and the pond like a hot knife through butter, and the sound of water splashing filled the corridor of the hotel.

Song Zhihan was pushed against the door, with his flushed face raised, forced to endure Lin Jie's attack.

As her mind wandered, she mumbled the unfinished words in a low voice.

"What I hate most is that you are my brother."

Brother, this word was like a sharp sword, clearly penetrating into Lin Jie's ears. All his movements stopped in an instant, and the entangled tongue tip quietly slid away. He panted and loosened his hands that were tightly holding her shoulders.

Lin Jie looked at the water slowly flowing down her lips with a complicated look, and her expression became dazed.

Lin Jie, what on earth are you doing?

He asked himself.

...

Downstairs, Qu Yixing hunched his shoulders because of the cold. He looked at the time, his eyes slightly deep, and prepared to go upstairs.

As soon as I took a step, I saw Lin Jie coming out of the gate.

He walked slowly, with an indescribable gloom on his face.

Facing him face to face, Qu Yixing smiled and kindly reminded him.

"Senior, you're wearing your shoes backwards."

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Author's words: Lin Jie: This chapter turns into a wolf [glasses]