Chapter 31 For the stars, don't hook me

Song Xingran's breath stagnated in his chest.

Wen Mu tilted her head back, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows in the corridor light. Her eyes, always calm and composed, were now misty. Her lips parted slightly, and her breath, with the faint scent of mint candy, brushed against his chin.

"Happy birthday."

She repeated it, her voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground.

Song Xingran's arm was still around her waist, and he could feel the curves of her body through her thin coat. His Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly bent down, slipping one hand through her knees and lifting her sideways.

"Ah!" Wen Mu screamed briefly and subconsciously hugged the man's neck.

Song Xingran didn't say anything, picked up the box, carried her in his arms and strode towards the door.

It has only been a few days since I last saw her, and she feels lighter, like I am holding a soft cloud.

He used the room card to open the door, and the sensor light in the room automatically lit up, illuminating the entire room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Brussels is like a shimmering painting, and the Atomium in the distance glows blue in the night.

The man walked straight to the sofa, but did not let go of the person in his arms. Instead, he sat down first and let her sit sideways on his lap.

This posture made Wen Mu half a head taller than him, so he had to look down at him.

"Glasses."

Wen Mu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "What's wrong?"

She even specially wore the pair he gave her today. During the afternoon meeting, her colleagues all praised how beautiful they looked.

"I picked it."

She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to remove them, but Song Xingran got there first. His fingers brushed against her earlobe, gently removing the glasses.

Without the obstruction of lenses, the cold eyes appear a transparent blue-gray color under the light, like the sky after rain, wrapping people in moist tenderness.

The man placed his glasses on the coffee table and his gaze returned to her face, tracing her features inch by inch.

Slightly upturned eyes, a small, straight nose, and a mouth that always speaks calm and rational words.

Wen Mu felt his burning gaze and finally turned around.

The moment their eyes met, they both looked away.

It was Wen Mu who raised his head first and said calmly, "Surprise."

Song Xingran stared at her for a full ten seconds before asking in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

"It's your birthday," Wen Mu replied softly, twisting a strand of wet hair between his fingers.

"What else?"

Wen Mu paused, pretending to think: "International Tea Day?"

Song Xingran narrowed his eyes: "Wen Mu."

"Okay." Wen Mu raised his hands in surrender. "It's our three-month wedding anniversary."

The man's expression relaxed a little: "You actually remember."

"I remember a lot of things."

Wen Mu said softly, his fingertips sliding lightly across his strong shoulders.

"For example, you hate eating carrots, like to sleep on rainy days, and always drink ice cola after training..."

"so?"

Song Xingran's tone was nonchalant, but his arms around her tightened uncontrollably.

Wen Mu looked up at him, his eyes flashing with complexities: "So I thought, maybe we should live together."

"Is it because of this?" He approached her. "When did Teacher Wen become so particular about ritual?"

Wen Mu didn't dodge, but raised his head slightly, letting their breaths blend together: "What about you?"

"Why did Master Song call me his wife during the championship interview?"

The man was stunned.

He thought she wouldn't watch his game, but in fact, she watched the game and heard those words.

"Just a casual remark." He looked away, his voice tense. "The media loves to hear that."

Wen Mu chuckled, touched his chin with his fingers, and turned his face back.

"lie."

He grabbed her restless hand and asked softly, "Why is today so important?"

Wen Mu looked at him with clear eyes: "Because I want to see what it's like for you to celebrate your birthday as Song Xingran, without the Song family's halo and the pressure of marriage."

The man's breathing suddenly quickened, his eyes fell on her slightly parted lips: "Why did you prepare a gift for me?"

Wen Mu gently rubbed his earlobe, which was so hot that it almost burned.

"How do you know it's for you?"

Song Xingran turned his head and said, "Someone told me."

"Besides, even if it wasn't meant for me, if you put it in my territory, it will be mine."

"I'm not giving it to anybody."

Wen Mu's lips curled slightly: "It's for you, no one else."

Song Xingran stared at her for a few seconds, as if trying to determine whether she was true or not. Finally, he decided not to ask any more questions and instead asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Why don't you just tell me directly?"

Wen Mu lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes.

In fact, she didn't know why she came and why she didn't tell him.

Half a month ago, she accidentally glanced at the calendar on the table in the laboratory, and the thought "His birthday is coming" suddenly popped up in her mind and kept spinning in her mind.

She hardly ever checked Weibo, but she happened to see Gan Tang's design that night and immediately contacted her, wanting to prepare a birthday gift for her.

Unfortunately, there were some problems with the design, and it wasn't completed until his birthday. Even more unfortunately, she still had an important meeting to attend on his birthday.

In fact, she could have just followed her instructions to Chen Sui, attended the meeting with peace of mind, and then sent him a blessing the next day and also sent him the gift.

Like a normal wife in a marriage should do.

But she didn't.

The moment the meeting ended, Wen Mu subconsciously looked at the time, 13:00.

She realized almost immediately that if she was lucky enough to rush to the airport during the evening rush hour, if she was lucky enough to buy a ticket to Brussels around two o'clock, if she was lucky enough to get a ride at the Brussels airport almost in the early morning, then she could get to Song Xingran's hotel before twelve o'clock and say "Happy Birthday" to him.

Wen Mu was frightened by his own thoughts.

She has never been such a person, not someone who relies on luck to realize her wishes. She believes more in data and laws rather than the so-called "possibility".

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Maybe it was five minutes, maybe only two or three minutes. She picked up the box that had been at her feet throughout the meeting, took out her ID and cell phone from her bag, grabbed Yu Mo's car keys and ran out.

She even thought that if she couldn't make it, she would just stay in Brussels for one night, then return home, pretend nothing happened, send him a belated birthday greeting, and give him a belated birthday present.

But today, she was lucky.

She took the elevated road where she didn't get into the accident, bought the last available ticket to Brussels, and met a kind Chinese lady at the Brussels airport who was willing to give her a ride.

She got caught in the rain on the way to the hotel, but the box containing the birthday present was held tightly in her arms and did not get wet at all.

When she was stopped by the hotel front desk, she received a call from Gan Tang. Jin Zhaonan helped her communicate with the front desk and allowed her to reach the door of his room smoothly.

But he wasn't there.

Her cell phone was out of battery and she couldn't make any calls, so she wanted to make this meeting an unforgettable surprise for them.

So she waited at the door. She didn't know how long she waited. She felt sleepy, so she squatted down, buried her face in her arms, squinted her eyes and dozed off.

And her luckiest thing today was that Song Xingran came back.

She waited for him.

Wen Mu felt a wetness on her earlobe and came to her senses. The man was licking her bit by bit with the tip of his tongue.

"Are you a puppy?" She looked at him quietly and asked the familiar question again.

Song Xingran looked up at her with a burning gaze: "You didn't answer my question."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Mu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Because I want you to know that work is important."

"You are important too."

The man stared at her, raising his hand to touch her cheek, his thumb grazing her lower lip.

"You're always like this."

Wen Mu was puzzled.

Did she do something wrong?

Why does he have such an expression?

An unhappy expression with lots of emotions that is hard to understand.

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"You're always like this."

"Say something that could be misunderstood."

"Do things that can be misunderstood."

"What?"

Wen Mu didn't hear clearly, but before she could ask again, the man had already grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

The kiss started out very gently, like a test, but also like a confirmation.

Song Xingran's lips were a little cold, with the bitterness of whiskey and the coolness of mint, gently caressing hers.

Wen Mu's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. He ran his fingers through his hair and responded carefully.

The man kissed her patiently, tracing the shape of her lips bit by bit. Feeling her tacit consent, he held her lower lip and sucked it gently, then penetrated her between the gasps of the person in his arms.

Wen Mu's breathing quickened, and the fingers clinging to his shoulders withdrew slightly. She could feel the man's heartbeat, fast and heavy, through his chest.

They kissed for a long time, so long that Song Xingran forgot where he was.

Wen Mu's lips were softer than he had imagined, with a faint smell of mint toothpaste and the bitterness of coffee.

Her response was awkward but sincere. Every time he pulled away a little, she would unconsciously catch up with him, as if she didn't want the kiss to end.

After the kiss, the woman's lips turned slightly red and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Wen Mu gently pressed his hand against the man's lips that were approaching again, and said softly, "I, I didn't bring any change of clothes."

Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

"I was in such a hurry," Wen Mu explained quietly. "I went straight to the airport as soon as the seminar was over."

The man raised a wicked smile and leaned close to her ear, his hot breath spraying on her sensitive earlobe.

"It doesn't matter."

"You won't need clothes tonight."

Wen Mu's ears slowly turned red. Before she could react, Song Xingran had already lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, closing the already close distance even further.

"Song Xingran." She protested softly, but he sealed her lips again.

The man kissed her and carried her to the bedroom. Wen Mu was dizzy from the kiss and could only hug his neck tightly and let him lead her.

The master bedroom was even dimmer than the living room, with only two bedside wall lamps emitting a soft glow. The king-size bed was covered in dark gray silk sheets. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay a rainy Brussels night. The city's neon lights shimmered in the rain, like scattered stars.

Song Xingran walked to the bedside, but instead of gently putting her down, he let go and let her fall into the soft mattress.

He let go of her lips and kissed her chin, then the side of her neck. The familiar canine teeth rubbed against her delicate skin, causing Wen Mu to shudder.

"Song Xingran."

She gasped his name.

The man stopped hunting on her, leaned over and supported himself on top of her, with scorching heat surging in his eyes.

"What is our relationship?"

Wen Mu's hair was spread out on the dark gray sheets, and the collar of his shirt was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

She looked at Song Xingran with clear and cold eyes, as if she had not expected him to ask this question.

After a moment, she chuckled: "Aren't we husband and wife?"

"Are we?"

Song Xingran asked, his fingers gently brushing her collarbone, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"Apart from that marriage certificate, is there anything else between us that makes us resemble a married couple?"

Wen Mu reached out and stroked his cheek, saying leisurely, "You look like a married couple now."

yes.

Only at this time do they look like husband and wife.

"but……"

"I'm fine with anything." Her fingertips traced the man's outline. "Whether we're a couple, or just weekend lovers going home for dinner together, it's all fine with anything."

Song Xingran didn't say anything, just stared at her blankly.

After a long time, he suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it on the pillow with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to lock her to the bed for the rest of her life.

Wen Mu heard him say, "I can do it too."

The man kissed her hard, and Wen Mu endured it passively, but at one moment she suddenly fought back and bit him lightly with her teeth.

Song Xingran groaned, released her lips, and saw the cunning light in her eyes.

"You." He was about to say something when his Adam's apple was kissed.

The woman's lips were soft and her kiss was light, like a feather brushing against the most sensitive part.

"Wenmu."

He called her name warningly, but she only responded with more extreme actions.

Song Xingran asked hoarsely, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Wen Mu raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes innocent and seductive: "I don't know, can you teach me?"

Song Xingran cursed softly and grabbed her rebellious hand: "Don't hook me."

"Who started it?" she asked, with a rare playfulness in her tone.

moment.

"Wen Mu, remember this."

"You provoked me first."

Brussels outside the window gradually became quiet, with only the occasional flash of car lights in the distance proving that the city was not yet completely asleep.

Inside the room, the temperature continued to rise.

Song Xingran's T-shirt had been removed at some point, revealing his muscular upper body. Wen Mu's coat and shirt were also scattered on the ground, leaving only a silk inner layer.

"May I"

He asked in her ear, his voice hoarse.

Bad dog.

You never asked before, but now you ask what to do.

Wen Mu didn't answer, nor did he know how to answer, so he just tilted his head and kissed his chin.

This action speaks louder than any words.

"Wenmu."

Song Xingran called her name in a low voice, as if to confirm something.

From the time he met her until now, he has called her name many times.

It’s not “Teacher Wen”, it’s “Wen Mu”, just “Wen Mu”.

Wen Mu looked at him and said lazily, "I'm here."

As if encouraged, the man carefully treated every inch of her skin. His kisses moved from her lips to her collarbone, and then further down.

Something, along with the world, was wet by the rain.

…

Wen Mu lost the concept of time and just followed the person on his body, floating up and down.

It was unknown how long it took before he pulled away slightly, still holding her in his arms. Wen Mu's face was pressed against the man's chest, and she could hear his still passionate heartbeat.

"Wen Mu." Song Xingran called her softly.

"Hmm?" Wen Mu was very tired, but still kept his eyelids open to look at him.

"What is our relationship?"

Wen Mu was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "Whatever you say is what it is."

Song Xingran smiled bitterly: "Another answer like this."

Wen Mu looked up at him and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows: "Is this important?"

"I still like you better now than when you ran away from your marriage."

"Kind of, cute."

Song Xingran looked at her and heard her use a new word to describe herself, and it was a positive word at that. His first reaction was actually happiness.

In a trance, he realized that he might never be able to truly understand this woman.

She was like a complicated book, with different stories written on each page, and he was just one of the readers.

"Go to sleep," he said finally, kissing her forehead.

Wen Mu found a comfortable position in his arms, and soon her breathing became even. Song Xingran, however, could not fall asleep for a long time, and watched her peaceful sleeping face in the moonlight outside the window.

Maybe some questions don't need answers.

Perhaps, just holding her and falling asleep like this is the best answer.

Rather than being curious about her past, he wanted to possess her present and future.

When he met her, he decided on her.

Never let go.

forever.

*

When Wen Mu woke up, her body was clean and fresh, and even her hair was scented with the faint fragrance of shower gel. She was slightly stunned, and only then did she remember the absurdity of last night when she regained consciousness.

She vaguely remembered the man's hoarse voice soothing her as she drifted off. Then she was carried into the bathroom, where warm water washed over her body. He gently cleaned her, but at some point he lost control and kissed her again in the mist...

Wen Mu felt a heat at the tip of his ear and subconsciously reached towards his side - empty.

There was still some warmth on the bed sheet, obviously someone had just left.

She propped herself up with her arms and sat up. The quilt slipped off, revealing the mottled marks on her fair skin. She lowered her eyes to take a look, and her fingertips gently stroked the red mark on her collarbone, and she let out a soft "hiss".

Last night, Song Xingran seemed particularly out of control.

His eyes fell on the bedside table, where there was a small, opened box, empty inside.

Wen Mu was stunned for a moment, then he remembered something and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The size provided by the hotel is too small.

She remembered that he frowned and made a low "tsk" sound, then leaned over to her ear, his voice hoarse and aggrieved: "It's so tight."

She had no choice. The arrow was on the string and she couldn't hold it down, so she had to change the bowstring temporarily.

I could only hold her in my arms, ruffle her hair, and try to soften my voice: "Be patient, I'll buy you a suitable one next time."

Wen Mu supported his waist and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs became limp as if the bones had been pulled out, and he fell to his knees on the carpet with a thud.

She gasped and was about to get up by holding the edge of the bed when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"Why did you get out of bed by yourself?"

Wen Mu looked up and saw Song Xingran standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. He was wearing a loose black T-shirt and sports shorts. His hair was slightly wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

Only then did she notice her current condition, with traces of last night still on her body.

The man's gaze stayed on her for a second, then quickly looked away, his ears visibly red.

Wen Mu couldn't help but laugh.

You were so fierce last night and wouldn't stop begging me, but now you're feeling shy?

She deliberately didn't cover herself, just sat on the ground, looking up at him: "Why don't you look at me?"

Song Xingran's Adam's apple rolled, and without saying a word, he strode over, bent down, picked her up and put her back on the bed, his movements extremely gentle.

Wen Mu took advantage of the situation and hooked his neck, scratching the back of his neck with his fingertips: "Master Song was not like this last night."

Song Xingran pursed his lips and tucked her into the quilt before looking up at her: "Stop making trouble."

Wen Mu's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and poked his face: "Who bit me all over last night?"

She pointed at the spots on her body and counted them one by one for him to see: "Look here, on my neck."

He slid his finger down, "Here."

Further down, "and here."

The man covered her mouth, his ears red as blood: "I was..."

“Save water.”

Wen Mu was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud, his eyes curved into crescents.

Song Xingran let go of her hand and glared at her angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Mu shook his head, his smile still lingering: "Nothing, I just think you're cute."

Song Xingran: “…”

He took a deep breath and decided to change the subject: "I had the clothes delivered, take a look and see if they fit."

Wen Mu refused: "I don't want to wear it."

Song Xingran frowned: "You haven't even seen it yet, don't you like it? I bought it according to your size and the styles you usually like to wear."

Wen Mu looked at his serious expression and felt a little softened, then he wanted to tease him again.

She hooked her finger: "Come here, I'll tell you why."

Song Xingran looked at her suspiciously, but still bent down and moved closer.

Wen Mu raised his head and blew a breath gently in his ear, his voice soft and light: "I haven't given you the thank you gift from last time."

She tapped the man's chest with her fingertips, and raised the corners of her lips slightly:

"How about you take it yourself?"

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The author has something to say: A happy and sad birthday

Master Song really wants his wife's heart [holding his chin]