Reunion after a short separation

The airport hall is always filled with a busy international atmosphere.

The broadcasts sounded alternately, announcing flight information, and the wheels of the suitcases rolled over the mirror-like ground, making a continuous buzzing sound.

Wen Lingyi followed the arriving crowd out of the domestic arrival gate and habitually scanned the crowd of people waiting to greet the passengers. Without much effort, she caught sight of that particularly conspicuous figure.

Zhou Jianxing was standing on tiptoe, stretching his neck and trying to look in the direction where the passengers were coming out. His face showed anxiety and anticipation. In the bustling crowd holding signs or mobile phones, he was like an automatically focused light.

Wen Lingyi frowned slightly. She had clearly been told not to come to pick him up, so why did he still come?

She subconsciously glanced at her assistant who was walking side by side with her, then calmly slowed down her pace, took out her cell phone, and tapped quickly on the screen with her fingertips.

"Don't move. Just stand there and wait for me to come find you."

The message was sent successfully. She looked up and saw Zhou Jianxing stopped looking around and looked down at his phone. Then he stood still obediently, only his eyes were still shining, eagerly following her direction.

Fortunately, Wang Qian’s boyfriend also came to pick her up at the airport. The two of them smiled and had a brief conversation, and then Wang Qian left with her boyfriend’s arm around her.

Wen Lingyi then breathed a sigh of relief, dragged her small suitcase, and carried a few paper bags printed with the characteristic patterns of S City, and walked towards that direction.

As the distance gradually shortened, Zhou Jianxing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing his white and neat teeth.

Before Wen Lingyi could stand still, Zhou Jianxing jumped into her arms like a large dog that had finally found its owner, and held her tightly with his arms.

The force was so great that Wen Lingyi was caught off guard and took half a step back, and the wheels of the suitcase slid a short distance.

The eyes around him were cast over here and there, full of curiosity, scrutiny, and perhaps a hint of tolerance.

The airport arrival hall was bustling with people, and various reunion scenes were staged every day. In fact, given their current relationship, which could not be made public, and Wen Lingyi's married status and usual cautiousness, she should have immediately pushed away this overly enthusiastic and conspicuous hug.

But she didn't.

The suitcase handle was between the two of them. Wen Lingyi hesitated for a moment with her free hand, but finally she resigned herself to her fate and raised it, gently hugging Zhou Jianxing's waist.

The girl's body is warm and full of youthful vitality. Through the thin clothes, one can feel the firm and flexible muscle lines under the fabric.

"Sister Wen." The person in his arms let out a muffled sigh of satisfaction.

Wen Lingyi tilted her head slightly, her lips almost touching Zhou Jianxing's healthy and shiny earlobe, and her voice contained a hint of laughter: "My baby, you are dressed so beautifully today."

The breath she exhaled was warm, and one could clearly see that her round earlobe was turning an alluring crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a long while, Zhou Jianxing seemed to have recharged her batteries. She reluctantly let go of Wen Lingyi's arms, her smile still undimmed. She reached out naturally and took the heavy-looking paper bags and suitcase handles from Wen Lingyi, her eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

"Do you like it?" She said as she turned around a little awkwardly in front of Wen Lingyi, like a little peacock showing off its precious feathers, spreading its tail tail unrestrainedly.

Wen Lingyi finally had a chance to take a good look at her. She wore a camisole top with silver sequins that perfectly showcased her straight collarbone and sleek arms. She wore a light blue denim skirt that rose slightly as she turned, outlining the curve of her hips and accentuating her long, straight legs, which exuded a sense of healthy strength.

Her face was clearly carefully groomed, with curled eyelashes and dark brown liner making her already bright eyes appear larger and rounder, as clear as the summer sky after rain. Her long, slightly curly chestnut hair was loosely tied back with a delicate butterfly-shaped hairpin, with a few strands cascading down her neck and ears, adding a touch of liveliness and playfulness.

"I like it." Wen Lingyi's gaze moved gently from her glowing eyes to her rosy earlobes, then slid across her slender neck and delicate collarbone, and finally lingered on her straight long legs for a moment before nodding with satisfaction.

"I like you too," Zhou Jianxing deliberately breathed heavily as he spoke, looking at Wen Lingyi with sparkling eyes, his smile pure and bright.

"You look so beautiful today too." Her eyes carefully traced Wen Lingyi's slightly tired but still delicate face, and she added, her voice lowered but her words clear, "Last night... you were even more beautiful."

Wen Lingyi was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing. She raised her hand and gently tapped Zhou Jianxing's forehead with her fingertips: "You little bastard, who did you learn this bad thing from?"

There was no trace of blame in his tone.

Zhou Jianxing just smiled, pulled the suitcase and carried a lot of bags, and followed Wen Lingyi obediently through the airport lobby towards the parking lot.

The car drove towards Lanyue Bay, and the wheels made a steady sound as they rolled over the asphalt road.

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"Look, Sister Wen!" Zhou Jianxing's tone couldn't hide his excitement as if he was presenting a treasure.

Wen Lingyi followed her gaze towards the garden. It was obvious that the garden had been meticulously tended after she had been away for a few days. Roses, hydrangeas... all sorts of flowers were blooming in profusion, their soft petals unfurling in the afternoon sun.

Several butterflies, white and yellow, with lively patterns on their wings, are flying and chasing each other lightly among the flowers, sometimes stopping on the trembling stamens, and sometimes leaping up, drawing graceful arcs.

Walking into the entrance hall, a fresh and cool air hits you. The room is bright and clean, the floor is so smooth that you can reflect your reflection in it, and all the items are neatly arranged, even the magazines on the coffee table are meticulously placed.

The air is filled with the faint scent of lemon and verbena, which smells clean and comfortable.

Before Wen Lingyi left on a business trip, she recorded Zhou Jianxing's thumbprint in the fingerprint lock on the villa's door. This meant that Wen Lingyi gave Zhou Jianxing the right to enter this private area at any time.

Clearly, Zhou Jianxing had exercised this authority thoroughly. She was so excited today she couldn't sleep, so she rushed over early in the morning and thoroughly cleaned and tidied the already tidy villa, dusting off loose dust and mopping the floors, just to welcome her owner back.

As soon as she entered the living room, Wen Lingyi casually threw her small handbag on the coffee table, then turned around and reached out without warning, pushing Zhou Jianxing, who was putting down his things, onto the slightly long but not very wide leather sofa.

The sofa sank slightly due to the sudden increase in weight, making a slight leather friction sound. The narrow space forced the two bodies to fit tightly together, leaving almost no space.

"Last night, and today." Wen Lingyi sat astride Zhou Jianxing and leaned over. Her forehead gently rested against Zhou Jianxing's forehead, and their noses almost touched.

She raised her hand and inserted it into Zhou Jianxing's fingers without saying a word, clasping their fingers tightly together. Then, they pressed their hands together on the leather sofa armrest above Zhou Jianxing's head, causing another slight friction sound.

Wen Lingyi's voice was low and a little seductive: "Are you wearing this on purpose to seduce me? Hmm?"

Zhou Jianxing felt his collarbone and sensitive skin beside his ears scratched by her long hair. He was so itchy that he couldn't help but shrink his neck and giggle. When he laughed, his eyebrows relaxed and his curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

She had no intention of struggling at all. She relaxed her whole body and sank into the sofa, allowing Wen Lingyi's breath to completely envelop her.

"Yeah." Zhou Jianxing managed to suppress his smile and looked at Wen Lingyi's face so close to him. That face was frozen in amber, frozen into an eternal moment.

He is still that honest child, answering whatever is asked.

The corners of Wen Lingyi's lips also curled up, and her gaze moved away from Zhou Jianxing's clear eyes, and downwards, locking onto the pair of lips coated with crystal lip gloss, slightly opened because of the smile just now, revealing the snow-white teeth inside.

Round, plump, and with a moist luster, she was already familiar with the warmth and softness there.

Without further hesitation, Wen Lingyi lowered her head, accurately held the plump lower lip, and kissed it.

Zhou Jianxing subconsciously tightened his knuckles as she held his hand, and his breathing quickened the moment she kissed him.

The kiss became long and sticky. Under Wen Lingyi's previous "meticulous guidance", Zhou Jianxing was no longer the novice she used to be. She learned to breathe and how to respond with a naive but hardworking attitude. Her progress was remarkable and she was now a talented and hardworking student.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths blended, carrying the faint fruity scent of lip gloss and the familiar taste of each other.

Like butterflies chasing and playing in the garden outside the window, they are close yet distant. When one of them steps back, the other immediately chases after it, twisting and entangled in the tiny space, and when their wings touch, they stir up fine, thrilling microcurrents.

Only when the oxygen in his lungs was exhausted did Wen Lingyi reluctantly step back, put their foreheads against each other, and gasp for air.

Zhou Jianxing's eyelashes were wet and trembling slightly. She seemed to be still immersed in the kiss just now, her eyes hazy. Almost by instinct, she grabbed Wen Lingyi's wrist and gently pulled it down, then raised her head and kissed her again.

This time, she took the initiative. Her movements were still a little awkward, but passionate enough. The fruity scent of lip gloss hung between her lips and teeth, and the kiss was like a butterfly landing on a ripe berry, cautiously probing before sinking deeply into her.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Zhou Jianxing let go of Wen Lingyi, panting.

Wen Lingyi propped herself up, her breathing a little unstable. Looking at Zhou Jianxing, whose face was flushed and eyes were moist beneath her, she thought that this child was more than just a good student. If he continued like this, he would probably surpass her soon.

Zhou Jianxing's lips became even more red and swollen, shining with water, like plump and juicy berries.

"Do you want it?" Wen Lingyi calmed her breathing while combing her messy long curly hair with her fingers, pushing a few strands of hair to her chest. Her breathing gradually became steady, but her voice was deliberately and slowly alluring.

Zhou Jianxing was still breathing lightly, and it took a long time for his breathing to finally calm down.

She didn't answer directly, but slowly supported herself with her hands and looked at Wen Lingyi in front of her with a pleading look in her eyes: "Sister Wen," her voice was a little breathless, "Can we not do it here? Let's go back to the bedroom."

"This sofa isn't breathable," Zhou Jianxing blushed deeply, almost burying his face in his chest, and his voice became increasingly quiet. "My legs are all sweaty. My skirt is also..."

She felt that the place where her skin touched the leather sofa was wet and sticky, and she felt uncomfortable when she moved. She was even worried that if she moved a little too much, she would slide off the not-so-spacious sofa.

"Okay." Wen Lingyi responded readily and stood up first, then stretched out a hand and pulled Zhou Jianxing up from the sofa.

In fact, the central air conditioning in the room was working well and the temperature was suitable. The humidity was simply the hot sweat evaporating from their body temperature.

"Have you taken a shower?" Wen Lingyi naturally took Zhou Jianxing's hand and walked towards the stairs.

"I've washed it." Zhou Jianxing let Wen Lingyi hold her hand, feeling the sweat on their clasped palms. Her eyes fell on Wen Lingyi's slender back, following her step by step up the stairs. "Do you want to wash it again?"

"It's okay." Wen Lingyi said lazily without even turning her head.

They walked to the corner of the stairs. The afternoon sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the corner, casting long, interlaced shadows on the floor.

Zhou Jianxing tilted his head slightly and saw Wen Lingyi's drooping eyelashes in the light, casting a small fan-like shadow on her lower eyelid, with each eyelash clearly visible.

"Baby," Wen Lingyi pulled Zhou Jianxing to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, but did not open the door immediately. Instead, she gently pushed Zhou Jianxing against the dark door.

She leaned in close, her gaze locked onto Zhou Jianxing's flustered eyes, and brought up the old topic again, "You haven't answered me yet. Did you... think about doing that kind of thing with me last night?"

Zhou Jianxing felt so overwhelmed by that gaze that his cheeks and ears turned red. He subconsciously closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling nervously, but he finally nodded honestly and gently.

"Then later," Wen Lingyi lowered her voice even lower, like soft down feathers scratching her eardrums. Every word clearly penetrated Zhou Jianxing's brain, stirring her nerves. "Do that for me too, okay?"

Zhou Jianxing could almost hear tiny bubbles rising in her bones. Every word that fell into her ears became the trembling sound of a fishing line being reeled in, and the thread of her rationality was stretched taut and about to break.

All the limbs were filled with numbness and weakness.

"...Okay." She heard her own voice answer like this, softly like a sigh. Although she didn't want to do that, Wen Lingyi's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, making her completely forget herself and be bewitched into becoming his puppet.