Chapter 18 For the stars, you don’t listen…

Song Xingran slowly turned his head, a sly smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, a dangerous glint flashing in his obsidian eyes: "Okay."

The man stood up and walked over to Wen Mu. His tall figure cast a shadow in the light, enveloping her. Drops of water dripped from his hair, hitting the lenses of Wen Mu's glasses and blurring her vision.

Wen Mu took off his glasses and wiped them with the hem of his pajamas. His collar opened slightly, revealing the lingering kiss mark on his collarbone.

Song Xingran's eyes immediately locked onto that spot, his Adam's apple rolling.

"First," Wen Mu put his glasses back on, his voice as calm as if he were reading a lab report, "the frequency needs to be controlled."

"I have three important projects next week and can't do what I did last night."

"What?" Song Xingran suddenly stepped closer, "Teacher Wen, please be more specific."

Wen Mu: “Too many times.”

"How many times is too many?"

"A week," Wen Mu thought for a moment, "twice?"

"Twice?" Song Xingran raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke.

"Teacher Wen, we are husband and wife."

"Not a weekend lover."

"Then three times." Wen Mu gave in.

Song Xingran shook his head and held up five fingers: "Five times."

"three times."

"Four times." Song Xingran took another step closer. Wen Mu had nowhere to retreat and could only support himself with the back of the sofa behind him.

"Three times, no more." Wen Mu insisted, refusing to give in.

Song Xingran leaned over, his arms encircling her: "Okay."

"Three times a day, I agree."

Wen Mu: "You are crazy."

"I'm doing this for your own good, to help you exercise." The man's eyes gleamed mischievously. "You're so weak. Last night, I barely even started, and you were already whining and complaining."

"Shut up."

Wen Mu reached out to cover his mouth, but he easily grabbed his wrist.

"Then three days a week, three times a day." Song Xingran pecked her palm lightly, "If the effect is not good, you need to practice more."

Wen Mu wanted to pull his hand back, but he held it tighter: "This is an unfair clause."

"So what does Teacher Wen want?" Song Xingran used his knees to push her legs apart.

“Bargaining should be done in good faith.”

"You forced yourself on me and took me home. It's only fair that I get something back."

Wen Mu was speechless.

Although this statement may be an exaggeration, their marriage did indeed begin with her wishful thinking - a wishful thinking about the new building.

But this cannot be exchanged for her health.

Wen Mu took a deep breath and reached out to grab the edge of the man's bath towel.

"If you push me again, I'll let you go out naked."

The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his chest vibrating against Wen Mu's chest: "Teacher Wen has learned bad things."

"Did I lead you astray?"

He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath against her sensitive skin.

"But are you sure you want to let go?"

Wen Mu then realized that there might be nothing under the bath towel, and his fingers froze.

Song Xingran took the opportunity to hold the back of her head and pecked her lips lightly.

"make a deal?"

Wen Mu gritted his teeth and said, "Deal."

Song Xingran stepped back with satisfaction and sat down on the sofa with his bath towel hanging dangerously loose.

"Now it's my turn."

"What?"

"Three rules." Song Xingran raised three fingers.

"The first rule is to have a healthy sleep and rest schedule. Go to bed before 11pm and get up before 7am."

Wen Mu frowned: "This is impossible."

She often has temporary tasks, doesn't he know that?

"Secondly," Song Xingran turned a deaf ear and continued, "Report before going out. You can't be like today, where you didn't tell me when you were late."

"I have a temporary experiment..."

"Third," the man stood up and looked down at her.

"Call me husband."

Wen Mu almost choked on his own saliva.

"What?"

Song Xingran leaned over and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

"You screamed beautifully last night."

"Can you yell again?"

Wen Mu turned his head away and said, "We can discuss the first two points, but the third point is out of the question."

It was something I had to do, how could it become a habit!

No, absolutely not.

Her plans have been accelerated a lot because of this uncontrollable man.

Next, you must not give him any more sweet treats.

Song Xingran narrowed his eyes: "Then change the first rule to go to bed before 12 o'clock, and the second rule allows you to report half an hour late."

"But the third point is non-negotiable."

"Song Xingran." Wen Mu pushed his glasses and tried to analyze with academic calmness.

"This kind of address is not necessary..."

"Now is the necessary occasion."

Song Xingran picked her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the stairs.

"We need to solidify the agreement."

Wen Mu glared at him: "Put me down."

"Just let go when you call your husband."

Song Xingran hugged him tighter and shook him intentionally. Wen Mu subconsciously put his arms around his neck.

"you!"

"I'll count to three."

Song Xingran stepped onto the first step.

"one."

Wen Mu bit his lip.

"two."

Another level up.

"three."

"husband."

Wen Mu squeezed out this name from between his teeth.

Song Xingran stopped and looked down at her: "I didn't hear clearly."

"Husband!" Wen Mu almost shouted.

Song Xingran raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a triumphant smile: "So good."

But he didn't let her go, but continued to go upstairs.

"Since we've already called, why not execute the agreement in advance?"

???

Wen Mu was already a little angry: "What do you mean."

"Teacher Wen," Song Xingran kicked open the bedroom door, gently placed her on the bed, and then covered her. "Is this your first day meeting me?"

His lips pressed against the side of her neck, his voice muffled: "Besides, we haven't settled the score yet for you threatening to pull my towel."

Wen Mu wanted to refute, but he silenced her with a kiss.

There was only a night light on in the bedroom. She had just broken away from the confusing kiss and was about to turn over and get out of bed when a big, burning hand grabbed her ankle.

"Where are you going?" Song Xingran's voice was unusually hoarse.

"Drink water."

Wen Mu tried to pull his feet back, but he was pulled along and slid into his arms.

Song Xingran chuckled, rubbing his nose against her collarbone: "You're lying."

"Teacher Wen, please don't lead the children astray."

Wen Mu put his hand against his chest: "Not tonight, absolutely not."

The man's lips were already on her neck, his fangs scraping lightly across her skin.

"I'll just kiss you."

"Nothing else."

She didn't believe him at all.

Wen Mu turned his head to avoid it and took the opportunity to roll off the bed from the other side, but Song Xingran grabbed him with his long arms and hugged him back around the waist.

She struggled to crawl to the head of the bed, but Song Xingran was not in a hurry. He slowly grabbed her ankles and dragged her back under him inch by inch.

"Song Xingran." Wen Mu's voice was a little louder for the first time.

She raised her foot and pressed it against the man's abdomen, then retracted it as if burned.

"Can you please be reasonable?"

"I'm talking."

Song Xingran grabbed her wrists with one hand and lifted them above her head.

"Didn't we agree on 'three days a week'? I'm preparing for class."

Wen Mu tried to awaken his reason by stating the facts.

"Last night, I felt uncomfortable."

The man stopped moving.

After a while, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It was my fault yesterday," he said, kissing her behind the ear. He felt the person beneath him tremble slightly. "I was inexperienced and too anxious."

Wen Mu bit his lower lip.

Since he said that, she couldn't blame him anymore.

She is the elder sister, the one who has experienced more, and should be more open-minded.

Besides, it was she who deliberately seduced him that time in Lenghu.

There is no special reason, not because of love or lust.

Maybe it was just that I simply wanted to see him become like that.

People are visual animals. Perhaps in that instant, an idea flashed through her mind, and she did it.

Wen Mu hugged Song Xingran tighter and stroked his hair.

"I don't blame you."

The movements of his hands were gentle, but his tone was calm.

She was just about to say "Let's sleep together" when the man suddenly bit her earlobe.

"tonight."

"I guarantee that Teacher Wen will cry."

What a bad boy!

Wen Mu's breathing was disordered, but he still tried to maintain a calm expression.

No, she had to do something to stop this "battle" tonight.

When Song Xingran's lips were about to fall again, she whispered, "I was planning to watch you train tomorrow."

The man paused.

Wen Mu slowly pulled his hand back, held up his already shaky glasses, and said calmly, "If you don't listen, I won't go."

Song Xingran propped himself up and examined her expression in the dim light.

After a long pause, he asked, "Really?"

Wen Mu nodded, his hair making a slight sound as it rubbed against the pillow.

"Aren't you going to the lab?" He narrowed his eyes like a police dog.

Wen Mu: "The data has been processed. I can leave work early tomorrow."

"What time do you train?"

The man said in a deep voice, "From three to six in the afternoon."

Wen Mu: "Then when you finish training, I'll treat you to a meal..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Xingran suddenly leaned over, ripped off her glasses, and kissed her lips fiercely and urgently.

One has been training all year round, and the other has been sitting in the laboratory all year round. There is a huge difference in their strength.

Wen Mu could only passively endure it until his oxygen ran out and he was released.

"If you lie to me, I'll be angry."

The man bit her lips lightly as a warning, then suddenly jumped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Wen Mu breathed a sigh of relief and pulled up his pajamas that had been torn.

Soon, the sound of water was heard, accompanied by a few faint suppressed groans.

She closed her eyes in the darkness, but couldn't ignore the sounds coming from the bathroom. The sound of water hitting the tiles, occasionally mixed with the man's deep breathing, was like some kind of obscure confession.

Getting married is really troublesome.

What’s even more troublesome is that my husband is a greedy boy.

Wen Mu buried his face in the pillow, touched his lips that were numb from being kissed, and silently covered his ears.

*

Wen Mu glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer: 16:50.

She saved the last data file, turned to Mo and said, "Momo, I've sorted out today's data and sent it to you."

Yu Mo looked at the person packing his bag, his round-framed glasses almost sliding down to the tip of his nose: "You, you want to leave early?"

"Yeah." Wen Mu nodded.

The laboratory suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Meng Meng's coffee cup fell to the ground with a "bang", and the brown liquid splashed on her white shoes. She squatted down to clean it up, her face flushed.

Wen Mu smiled helplessly: "Slow down."

She put on her bag, thought for a moment, and then took out her campus card and placed it on the table. "Thank you for your hard work today. If there are any tasks that are not completed, I will come back tomorrow."

He pointed to the campus card again and said, "Coffee, everyone."

The glass door closed gently, and the four heads in the laboratory quickly gathered together.

Xu Yuesheng's face was filled with disbelief: "What's going on? Sister Mu left work early?"

Wu Tong counted on his fingers, "Halley's Comet appears once every 76 years. The probability of Mu Jie leaving get off work early... I can't calculate it."

Yu Mo touched her chin, her almond eyes sparkling: "I guess it must be related to her young husband."

The four of them exchanged glances and said in unison: "Great minds think alike."

*

In the training area of ​​Ningchuan International Circuit, Song Xingran absentmindedly adjusted his gloves. His gaze drifted towards the track entrance for the tenth time, then withdrew in disappointment for the tenth time.

"Brother Ran, are you worried about something?" Jiang Wang handed over a bottle of electrolyte water and asked with concern.

Song Xingran took the water and drank half of it: "No."

Yu Yang hooked his arm around his neck from behind: "Brother Ran and sister-in-law are newly married, there's nothing to worry about, it's all happiness."

He winked and said, "Ran Ge?"

Song Xingran sneered and said nothing, but threw the empty bottle accurately into the trash can five meters away.

Happy things? Humph. How happy is that?

That woman wished she could live in the laboratory every day. She would never even look at him when she got home, let alone say anything to him.

His marriage was lonely.

Song Xingran glanced at his watch - 17:30.

No one has arrived yet.

Then he pulled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.

He was cheated again.

His wife thinks about how to cheat on him every day.

"In a hurry to go home?" Jiang Wang keenly noticed his anxiety.

Song Xingran put on his helmet, hiding all his expressions: "No, continue."

Trainer Mark came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's start with a dynamic warm-up today. Remember, apply force evenly to your left leg and don't put too much pressure on the injured leg."

Two months ago, at the Belgian Grand Prix, he was leading by half a car length on the final lap when he was pushed into the guardrail by the car behind him at the hairpin bend. He suffered a fractured tibia in his left leg and a slight strained ligament.

The doctor recommended three months of rest, but he couldn't wait that long.

After completing dynamic training and core stability training, there is a low-intensity driving simulation.

Mark handed over the towel: "Only run 30 laps today. Pay attention to the reaction of your left leg."

Song Xingran nodded and walked towards the simulator. This wasn't just any gaming device, but a professional simulation cabin that replicated a real race car 1:1.

He stepped into the driver's seat, adjusted the seat position, and gently placed his injured left leg on the pedal.

The roar of the engine came through the headphones, and the circular screen in front of me lit up, showing a panoramic view of the Shanghai International Circuit.

The man took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp in an instant.

Starting, accelerating, cornering...

Every move he made was incredibly precise. Even during simulated training, he was completely focused, as if he were in a real competition.

"Lap time 1 minute 35.286 seconds," Mark's voice came from the headset. "0.8 seconds faster than yesterday. Not bad."

"How does your left leg feel?"

Song Xingran glanced at the data screen: "No problem."

"Okay, just five more laps and we'll be done."

On the last lap, Song Xingran deliberately took a risky tangent, pushing the simulated speed to its limit at the final bend. The car on the screen almost brushed against the guardrail, a thrilling and precise performance.

The man took off his helmet, his black hair, soaked with sweat and sticking up messily. He took the towel Jiang Wang handed him and casually wiped his face. Then he took off his soaked training shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles and mermaid line.

"Brother Ran!" Yu Yang suddenly shouted, pointing to the entrance to the sidelines.

"Sister-in-law is here!"

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