Chapter 16 For the stars Teacher Wen, ...

As if wrapped in a haze, the entire bathroom was filled with low pressure.

Wen Mu's fingers gently traced Song Xingran's brow bones, stopping at the scar on his right eyebrow: "Are you unhappy?"

The man turned his face away, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair: "No."

He's being stubborn and having a stern face.

Wen Mu hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his arms around his neck, his fingertips digging into the slightly damp hair.

"Really?"

Her voice was softer than usual, like a feather brushing across the eardrum.

Song Xingran's Adam's apple rolled, and his jawline tightened. Moonlight streamed through the glass skylight overhead, casting a shadow on his tall nose.

He seemed to be holding back something.

"I'm your wife," Wen Mu's thumb gently stroked the back of his neck. "You can tell me."

"Did I do something to upset you?"

His tone was unusually gentle, but his expression remained calm. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were as clear as water, making it impossible to tell his emotions.

The nameless anger in Song Xingran's chest burned even more fiercely.

Song Mingli is the same age as Wen Mu, but she actually calls him "Brother Mingli".

He is five years younger than her. Will she never call him brother?

This thought was like a thorn, piercing the softest part of his heart.

What made him even more upset was that before dinner, Wen Mu didn't even glance at him, but instead had a pleasant chat with Song Mingli.

One works in investment banking and the other works in astronomy, what kind of conversation can they have?

And just now on the stairs, she was talking to Song Yingzhuo again.

A host and a doctor, what topics do they have in common?

They were clearly husband and wife, but the attention this woman paid him was less than that given to his two unrelated brothers.

“Why call them brother?”

Song Xingran suddenly spoke and applied a little more force to his hands.

Wen Mu was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Because they are older than me."

"Brother Ying Zhuo is 29 years old. Even though Brother Ming Li is the same age as me, I still want to call him that."

The man's face became even gloomier: "How do you know my eldest brother is 29 years old?"

Wen Mu stretched out his hand, gently brushed his fingertips across his forehead, and pushed the wet hair aside, revealing his complete eyebrows and eyes.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes showed a deep amber color in the moonlight. At this moment, there was an undercurrent in Yingying's eyes.

She suddenly wanted to see him angry.

"Because he and I knew each other before."

Almost in an instant, the man suddenly picked her up and pressed her against the French window.

Water splashed against the glass, and a few rose petals stuck to Wen Mu's back, feeling a slight coolness through the wet clothes.

Wen Mu instinctively clung to Song Xingran's shoulders. Her glasses hung askew on her nose, and her eyes widened slightly behind the lenses.

Their faces were close together.

The man's breathing was heavy, hot, and carried a faint scent of alcohol on her lips. Wen Mu could clearly see the emotions surging in his eyes: anger, dissatisfaction, and something deeper, like a whirlpool under the undercurrent, sucking her in bit by bit.

"You know him"

Song Xingran asked word by word, his voice hoarse.

"When did you meet? Why did you meet? Why didn't you tell me?!"

Wen Mu swallowed, flinching slightly at the man's sudden outburst of emotion.

She saw Song Xingran like this again.

Impulsive, ferocious, like a beast in the jungle.

Even that pretty face is full of intimidation.

"You scared me." Wen Mu tried to calm him down.

"Really?" The man sneered, holding her body with one hand and moving the other hand straight towards her face.

Wen Mu realized it belatedly and struggled: "My glasses."

But it was too late.

The world suddenly became blurred, leaving only blocks of color and light and shadow.

"Click".

It was the sound of shattering lenses.

How much effort did he put in?

Wen Mu: "You..."

Song Xingran pressed down his lips, cutting off all her words.

The kiss was fierce and forceful, with an undeniable force that would not be rejected. His fangs scraped lightly across her lower lip, causing a slight sting.

Wen Mu was forced to raise her head and endure this kiss that almost robbed her of all oxygen. The man's palm supported the back of her head, his fingertips inserted into her wet hair, leaving her no room to retreat.

It was not until Wen Mu began to push his chest gently due to lack of oxygen that Song Xingran stepped back slightly.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, drops of water slid down her collarbone into her collar, and her lips were slightly numb.

"Can you see clearly?" Song Xingran asked her, his voice even hoarseer than before.

Wen Mu shook his head, and the water droplets on his long hair fell between the two of them.

"Can you see me clearly?" he asked.

Wen Mu nodded.

Even with blurred vision, the man's outline was still blindingly clear: the taut jawline, the rolling Adam's apple, and those eyes burning with fire.

"I want you to see only me."

After saying that, the man kissed her again.

This time the kiss was longer and lingering, from lips to earlobe, then to the side of the neck, and finally stopping at the red mark on the collarbone where he had just bitten it.

The clothes were soaked and I didn't know where they sank.

"Wait a minute..."

Wen Mu's protest was silenced by another kiss.

Her breathing became rapid, her chest pressed against the man in front of her, and she could feel his equally violent heartbeat.

The back of my head rested against the cold glass, my vision blurred without my glasses, but my body's senses were remarkably clear.

"Song Xingran."

She called his name softly, with a pleading tone in her voice that she didn't even notice.

"Um?"

Song Xingran looked up, tears still streaming down her lips.

"What's wrong?"

Those beautiful eyes flashed with a dangerous and charming light.

Wen Mu was speechless.

Her mind told her that she should be the one in charge of everything, but her body betrayed her.

Her fingers pierced the man's hair, which was soft and wet, completely different from his hot and hard body.

never mind.

Give him this one time.

Let her see what the racing driver who attracts so many girls can do.

Song Xingran seemed to understand her silence and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Mu shook his head slightly, unable to control his body's reaction, partly due to the slightly cool air in the bathroom, and partly due to the unprecedented tension.

Even though she knew intellectually that this was a normal thing between husband and wife, she still felt a little panic emotionally.

The man she had forced into her life was now confirming his status and ownership of her in the most intimate way.

Song Xingran held her and turned around, stepping into the center of the bathtub.

The warm water immediately enveloped Wen Mu's body, dispelling the chill. Rose petals rippled with the water, and a few clung to her shoulders like a string of natural jewels.

"Relax." Song Xingran whispered in her ear, "Otherwise you will get hurt."

He was completely different from the strong person he was just now.

Wen Mu was surprised by his transformation, but her body obeyed the command unconsciously. The water temperature was just right, soothing her tense muscles.

"How about this?"

His lips were pressed against her ear, and his voice was filled with laughter.

"Still nervous?"

Wen Mu wanted to argue that she was not nervous, but her trembling breathing betrayed her.

The moon quietly covered its eyes.

"Teacher Wen."

"you're so beautiful."

Song Xingran possessed her and kissed her again.

The water ripples gently, and the rose petals rise and fall, as if dancing some ancient dance.

"Look at me."

He demanded harshly, his voice strained with restraint.

Wen Mu was unable to react in time, and still had his head tilted back with a dazed look in his eyes.

The man kissed her passionately.

"Wenmu, look at me."

Wen Mu tried hard to focus his vision and meet his eyes.

Even through the blurry vision, the emotion in his eyes was still clear: possessiveness, desire, and something deeper, like the brightest star in the night sky, too dazzling to look directly at.

She turned her head away and told herself not to think about it anymore.

It seems that the world is left with only touch and hearing.

Song Xingran's heavy breathing, the sound of flowing water, and her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

"Who am I?" he asked her.

"Song...Xingran." Wen Mu felt uncomfortable and his voice was intermittent.

"wrong."

"Think about it later."

It took a while for Wen Mu to understand what he meant, and a warm feeling rushed to his cheeks.

She didn't want to shout, and she couldn't shout.

"Not talking?"

A rose petal was stuck in the crook of her waist, like a blooming butterfly.

Once, once.

Butterflies are flying.

"Teacher Wen, have you thought about it?" Song Xingran asked her again.

Wen Mu couldn't stand it any longer, bit his lip, and shouted softly:

"husband."

The splashing water stopped and then enveloped them even more warmly.

She looked through the glass ceiling and saw a sky full of stars. In her blurred vision, they merged into one, like a falling Milky Way.

The moment before she lost consciousness, the man's lips touched her throat, feeling the beating of her pulse, and took her with him to fall into the sea of ​​stars.

…

"My glasses."

"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow." Song Xingran kissed the top of her head, his tone full of satisfaction.

Wen Mu wanted to protest, but she had no strength. Her body seemed to have been drained of all its energy, and she could only lean limply against Song Xingran.

The water was still warm, but a chill seemed to creep up to her heart, causing her to unconsciously shrink into the man's arms.

"Cold?" Song Xingran noticed it immediately and tightened his arms.

Wen Mu shook his head, then nodded.

She wasn't sure if she was cold or what.

There was a strange feeling deep inside me, like something had been changed forever.

The man stood up, splashing water everywhere. He easily picked up Wen Mu and stepped out of the tub. Drops of water rolled down their bodies, glittering in the moonlight.

Wen Mu subconsciously put his arms around his neck, put his face on his wet chest, and smelled his unique scent mixed with the fragrance of roses.

Song Xingran wrapped her in a large bath towel, gently wiped the water droplets from her hair, and carefully wiped away the remaining petals on her back.

Wen Mu was drowsy and let him do whatever he wanted until he was gently placed on the bed.

The sheets were dry and smelled of mint.

Also, his smell.

Song Xingran lay down beside her, his arms naturally wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Wen Mu's back was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his steady breathing and heartbeat.

"Go to sleep." He whispered in her ear, his voice gentle.

Wen Mu wanted to say something, but sleepiness came over him like a tide.

In the last moment before falling asleep, she felt a feather-light kiss on the back of her neck, like some kind of silent promise.

Outside the window, the lights of Ningchuan gradually lit up, like scattered stars falling into the earth.

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Wen Mu was awakened by the hot and wet touch.

Something soft brushed against her eyelids, bringing the coolness of mint toothpaste. She frowned and subconsciously tried to move away, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from moving.

"Stop it," she protested vaguely, her voice soft with sleep, completely different from her usual calmness.

Song Xingran chuckled, his breath spraying on her cheek: "Awake?"

Wen Mu forced himself to open his eyes, but his vision was still blurry.

Her glasses were broken by someone last night, but they were enough to see Song Xingran's face clearly.

He was leaning over her, his black hair sticking up in a messy pattern, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, his signature smirk on his lips.

How could this man still have the energy to make a scene?

She didn’t know about the physical strength of other racers, but Song Xingran was a real practitioner.

Is she old or in poor health?

She almost lost her memory by the end of last night, but he was surprisingly energetic now, as if he had been recharged overnight.

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"Seven-thirty."

"My parents are used to having breakfast at eight o'clock."

Wen Mu nodded, then realized the current situation of the two.

She was only wearing his T-shirt and he was only wearing shorts.

The man came closer again. Although his intention was unclear, Wen Mu still reached out to block him.

She felt the need to explain a little about what happened last night.

Actually, it’s not really an explanation. It’s just to give the young master some comfort for his wounded heart so that he can be more at peace.

"Last night was a normal married life, so I didn't refuse and I won't be angry."

"Don't feel any psychological burden."

Song Xingran paused.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at her for a few seconds, then turned over and sat up.

"Why should I feel burdened?" His voice suddenly turned colder. He turned his back to her, his shoulders tense. "We're husband and wife anyway."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wen."

"So considerate of me."

Wen Mu said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

After a moment, he added, "You're welcome."

The man chuckled:

"If you don't mind,"

"Shall we do it again?"

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