Chapter 55 Butterfly "I want to lick you."...

Ji Jiazhen did not respond to Wen Siyu's question, "Are you willing to make up with me?" She did not push away his embrace, nor did she reject his kiss, which was filled with affection and expectation.

In an atmosphere where both parties understood each other, everything went smoothly, and her silence was tantamount to acquiescence.

Ji Jiazhen gazed at the halo of the streetlight, placed her hand on Wen Siyu's arm around her waist, and remained motionless for two seconds before grasping his wrist. In this tight embrace, she turned around and touched his forehead and nose to his, but kept her eyes downcast. Her hands climbed up from his shoulders to his neck, tightening around the back of his neck.

Wen Siyu received the signal, grabbed her waist and pressed her against the car. In the cool night, under the dim light, he shared a passionate kiss with her.

After the kiss, Ji Jiazhen tilted her head back and looked at him from a distance of one finger's width. She touched the back of his head, ran her fingers through his hair, and said in a restrained voice, "The last time."

Wen Siyu's eyes were dry from the wind, his chest was throbbing, and he repeated her words in a hoarse voice: "The last time."

A mist gradually settled in the air, and the air between them grew cooler. The two remained silent, understanding each other's thoughts with just a glance. They then tacitly got into their respective cars and drove off in the same direction.

Wen Siyu deliberately slowed down and followed behind Ji Jiazhen, letting her lead the way. He knew the road well; it was heading towards his house. Her car was really slow, so he followed slowly behind. As he looked at the back of her car, he felt an irresistible itch in his heart. They had finally reconciled, and after being apart for only a short while, he already missed her. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, sleep with her, and also hold her in his arms for a peaceful sleep.

During the last stretch of the journey, Ji Jiazhen suddenly rolled down her window halfway. Wen Siyu saw this and immediately sped up to sit next to her, rolling down his right window completely and looking at her from a distance of two meters. Ji Jiazhen felt his burning gaze and then gave him a casual, indifferent look, which immediately made him lose control.

When they came to a red light, she rolled down the window completely, rested her elbow on the window sill, and swept her long hair back. In Wen Siyu's eyes, this action was the epitome of desire and charm, and he was aroused by her.

Ji Jiazhen knew what he was thinking and instinctively wanted to laugh at him, but then she suddenly remembered why she had opened the window and couldn't laugh anymore.

As she drove, the thought of what she was going to do with him suddenly made her mouth dry and hot.

*

The room was dimly lit, with only the light at the door on. Clothes were scattered all over the floor from the sofa to the bedroom. No one was in bed, but the bathroom was steamy, with two distinct handprints on the transparent glass.

One is above, and one is below.

One of his, one of hers.

Water splashed on the back of Wen Siyu's neck, his hair on his forehead was wet, a drop of water fell onto his cheek, and then flowed into their reluctant lips.

The space was almost completely enclosed, the air was gradually thinning, and the heat made people dizzy. Ji Jiazhen rested her chin on Wen Siyu's shoulder and gasped for breath.

"Go outside?"

He whispered in her ear, then grabbed her arm and bit her wrist.

The hot water felt so good on her body that Ji Jiazhen didn't want to go out for the time being. She shook her head and rubbed her chin against his shoulder.

Wen Siyu pinched the back of her neck again, pulled her up, and kissed her, pausing between kisses, interspersing a flirtatious remark in his low, deep voice; he was quite the teaseer.

"Your tongue is so soft."

Ji Jiazhen knew that he was deliberately trying to seduce her by saying that. She was not willing to be outdone, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer, saying, "Not just the tongue."

Wen Siyu was easily teased; his ears turned bright red, and he stared at her with bright eyes, like a puppy.

I want to lick you.

*

As the tingling sensation spread throughout her body, Ji Jiazhen couldn't tell whether she was dehydrated or exhausted; she couldn't even lift a finger.

Before Wen Siyu even got to the point of actually fighting, she was already close to surrendering. But he was being malicious and wouldn't give her a quick death. After feeding her half a glass of water, he leaned down again. She put her feet on his shoulders, but couldn't push off. She was almost completely exhausted, and her eyes were unfocused.

Wen Siyu looked up at her, grinning mischievously as he grabbed her ankle: "Put some effort into it."

Ji Jiazhen took a deep breath, and after catching her breath a little, she replied, "If you're so capable, then continue."

Wen Siyu pulled her down a bit, "Don't dodge, I'm quite capable."

He wasn't going to play around anymore. He rummaged through the drawer, pulled something out, put it on, scooped her up from the bed, hugged her, kissed her, and asked, "On top or off?"

Ji Jiazhen sat on his lap, her brows slightly furrowed. "That's it."

Wen Siyu put one hand behind her waist and the other on his side, cooperating with her while mocking, "Are you even capable?"

The person being mocked wasn't angry; instead, he taunted him with the same words, his voice trembling: "You're no good."

The consequence of these words was that throughout the night, Wen Siyu would deliberately stop at every crucial moment, mischievously pressing her down and asking, "Am I capable?"

She felt that she had to die in this bed with him tonight.

*

On the very first day that Ji Jiazhen got back together with Wen Siyu, she turned her days and nights upside down. When she closed her eyes, it was just dawn, and when she opened them again, it was already night.

He seemed quite energetic; he woke up around noon, even making two bowls of noodles. Seeing that she was still sound asleep, he finished his own bowl and then shared hers. He also tidied up the clothes scattered on the floor, and suddenly felt like hand-washing each of her garments. After finishing all this, he went back to bed, held her, and slept with her until dark.

When Ji Jiazhen woke up, she was facing away from Wen Siyu. He was afraid she would catch a cold, so he put a loose T-shirt on her, but that was all.

She moved her arm slightly, and the person behind her sensed it instantly. He kissed her on the back of the head, placed his large hand on her lower abdomen, and teased her while rubbing it, "How's it going?"

"Shut up."

Her voice was so hoarse that even she was shocked.

Wen Siyu was quite conscientious. He immediately got out of bed to pour her water and also cooked the dumplings he had prepared in advance. By the time she finished washing up, the dumplings were ready.

After clearing his head, Ji Jiazhen sat on a high stool with his legs crossed, resting his chin on his hand, looking at Wen Siyu, wondering which score to settle with him first.

Wen Siyu placed the dumplings in front of her, sat down opposite her, and gestured with his chin to urge her to eat quickly.

She poked two chopsticks into the dumpling, blew on it three times, dipped it in vinegar, took a bite, stared blankly at the shrimp filling inside, and chewed slowly, seemingly not really thinking about eating.

After finishing a whole dumpling, he put down his chopsticks, propped his arms on the table, and said to Wen Siyu, "Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

He knew that her current attitude clearly indicated that she wanted to talk to him about serious matters, so the question she asked about what they had said definitely wasn't about what happened in bed. That left only the phrase "the last time."

Wen Siyu met her gaze: "I remember it quite clearly."

Hearing this, Ji Jiazhen felt slightly relieved. She picked up her chopsticks again and ate a dumpling using the exact same method as before. "Okay, know your limits and don't mess with me anymore."

She looked just like a hot mom disciplining a naughty child. Wen Siyu paused for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed.

She put down her chopsticks again and started arguing with him about the second issue, "You're really naive. If Wen Qinsheng had someone follow me, why didn't you just let him? What could he possibly do to me? It wouldn't have been hard to give me a heads-up beforehand."

Wen Siyu lowered his eyes for a few seconds before lifting his eyelids to look at her. "In this matter, it's not that I'm naive, it's that you're innocent."

Ji Jiazhen looked at him quietly, raised her eyebrows slightly, and let him continue.

“I know Wen Qinsheng better than anyone else what kind of person he is, and I know what he’s capable of. He can’t kill you, but if he wants to, you’ll suffer a fate worse than death.”

When he mentioned Wen Qinsheng, the hatred in his eyes was very clear. Ji Jiazhen thought of Meng Xu and ended the topic at the right time. She then lowered her head and ate a dumpling without dipping it in vinegar, swallowing the whole thing. She pushed the plate forward, indicating that she was full.

"How much money does Duan Qiyin want?"

Wen Siyu moved the plate in front of him and ate the five pieces she had left. He poured the entire small dish of vinegar into the plate, which looked sour, but his expression didn't change at all when he ate it.

"Never mind that."

Ji Jiazhen was displeased and threw a piece of paper at him. The paper hit his shoulder and bounced back to her.

“That’s between him and me, you’re the one who shouldn’t interfere.”

Wen Siyu lowered his head and replied, "I'll take care of everything you do."

She was determined not to let him get involved. "I told you, don't mess with me."

After saying that, she got up and went to the dressing room to change her clothes, but Wen Siyu ignored her and followed her after finishing his dumplings. He stood at the door, leaned against the wall, and watched her lift her clothes.

"You don't need to answer his calls or see him. I'll tell him to get lost and stay as far away from you as possible."

Ji Jiazhen was furious and threw the clothes she had taken off at his head, covering his face. "Does taking things on yourself make you seem charming?"

Wen Siyu took off his clothes and draped them over his arm, his expression serious. "I know you have the ability to handle this, but you also know how shameless Duan Qiyin is. Your methods will only get you in trouble yourself. I don't want him to affect your mood any further."

"Then tell me, what's your method? What way do you have to get me completely rid of him? Is it by throwing money at me or by exchanging favors?"

Ji Jiazhen didn't even bother to pick out clothes, crossed her arms and walked up to him, looking at him impatiently.

The air conditioning was on all day, and the temperature was low. Wen Siyu draped the clothes she had taken off over her shoulders, walked to the wardrobe, took out the shirt she had picked up and put down earlier, grabbed her wrist, pulled her in front of him, and patiently helped her put it on.

"I know you went to great lengths to make him pay the price, but since I love you, I won't let you down."

Ji Jiazhen shook off his hand that was helping her button her clothes. "In other words, you still don't know what method to use."

Wen Siyu was at a loss with her. He stared at her silently for a while, then sighed and took her over to fasten the last button.

Do you believe me or not?

Ji Jiazhen got even angrier after hearing this, and pointed at his nose, asking, "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

The atmosphere froze again, but Wen Siyu's attitude was firm: "I'll listen to everything else, but not this."

"If you want to be with me, you have to do everything I say."

She was about to leave after saying that, but their newly restored relationship couldn't withstand such a breakdown in conversation, and they had to reach an agreement tonight.

Do you love me?

His question seemed particularly abrupt.

Ji Jiazhen stopped, turning her back to him.

Receiving no response, he pressed on, "Do you love me?"

"I love you, so I don't want you involved in this mess!"

Having pent up enough anger, Ji Jiazhen turned around and shouted those words, and Wen Siyu's heart trembled just as much as her voice.

He never expected to hear the words he most wanted to hear under these circumstances.

“You have your way of loving me, and I have my way of loving you. You don’t want me to get involved and cause trouble, and I don’t want to see you always upset about these things.”

He stroked the corner of her eye with his thumb and placed a soothing kiss on her brow.

"Learn to love me, and you can also learn to depend on me. I am willing to do anything for you and I enjoy it."