Chapter 61 Chapter 61 How come you are like Aslan, using...
After hanging up the phone, Pan Xianchen hurried downstairs.
He was wearing his home clothes: a simple, solid-colored short-sleeved shirt and long pants. He casually threw on a pair of sneakers. He had gotten out of the apartment in such a hurry that he hadn't put on socks. Wen Yu's car was parked outside the community gate. She stood leaning against the door, her slightly curly hair and dark green skirt fluttering in the evening breeze, revealing a small section of her slender, white legs and her red-soled high heels.
When having dinner with Yan Qianqian, she was dressed so beautifully?
What about when she was dining with him? She seemed to be dressed mostly in comfortable, casual attire, whatever was convenient for her. Pan Xianchen calmed down, staring at her intently, and walked over step by step.
Seeing him approach, Wen Yuyang waved and smiled. He stood before her, examining her closely. Her hair, her makeup, her clothes, her jewelry—everything was exquisite. Pan Xianchen almost wanted to laugh. How could this woman have two faces? Why was she so casual with him? Pan Xianchen put his hands in his pockets, deciding not to say a word, just to listen to what she had to say.
She seemed oblivious to his displeasure. She neither clung to his arm nor offered kind words, nor did she come to hug him and comfort him. When Pan Xianchen hung up the phone and went downstairs, his heart was pounding, his body filled with bubbles of happiness, like a bottle of cola that Wen Yu had shaken for a long time. And now? The more he looked at Wen Yu, the more angry he became with himself.
Wen Yu said nothing. She walked around to the back of the car and opened the door. A moment later, she emerged with a bouquet of flowers. Her high heels tapped against the floor as she inched closer to him. When she reached him, she tucked the flowers into his arms and said cheerfully, "Pan Xianchen, this is for you."
Pan Xianchen took the flowers and looked at her in surprise. She said with a hint of regret, "I bought them before having dinner with Yan Qianqian. It's been so long now, the flowers are a little dull."
"Oh." Pan Xianchen pursed his lips, not wanting to be so easily appeased. He kept a straight face and continued to act pretentiously, "Are you trying to say that you prepared these flowers especially for me, not just bought them last minute?"
Wen Yu nodded and turned around in front of Pan Xianchen, and the hem of her skirt also turned around, like the flower in Pan Xianchen's hand, blooming dynamically.
After the spin, she felt dizzy and took advantage of the situation to lean against Pan Xianchen. She grabbed his arm and said, "Hair, skirt, shoes, everything is dressed up just for you. How about it, Pan Xianchen, do I look good tonight?"
Pan Xianchen was speechless.
The corners of her lips were so tightly pursed that she could hardly hold them back anymore.
"Laugh if you want to!" Wen Yu leaned closer, observing Pan Xianchen's expression inch by inch. "The flowers are a gift, and I'm a gift too. Are you calm now?"
Pan Xianchen turned his face away, and turned back after a while. Wen Yu pecked him lightly with her quick eyes and mouth, just on the corner of his slightly raised lips. He smiled. Wen Yu pecked him again. He looked at her with bright eyes, and she pecked him again, and then again and again.
He is so easy to coax.
Pan Xianchen was no longer angry. He stretched out his arm and put it around Wen Yu's waist, applying a little force to make Wen Yu stick close to him.
"So you also go to great lengths to please me." Pan Xianchen was a little proud.
"Yeah." Wen Yu tilted her head back and touched his Adam's apple with her finger. "Pan Xianchen, are we going to stand outside forever? Why don't you invite me to your house for a visit?"
Pan Xianchen raised his eyebrows, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as she touched him. He said, "Do you know what time it is?"
Wen Yu replied: "I know."
"This time is not for taking a walk, it is for falling asleep."
"Um."
"Would you like to come to my house again?"
Wen Yu frowned and said impatiently: "If you don't agree, I'll leave now."
She was quick to open the car door, but Pan Xianchen pulled her back and slammed it shut for her. He held Wen Yu's hand as they walked back. The melodious sound of high heels echoed behind them, and Pan Xianchen thought: This sound was meant for him tonight.
They entered the house, brightly lit. Pan Xianchen had left the lights and air conditioning on when he came downstairs, leaving everything comfortable. Wen Yu stood in the hallway, surveying Pan Xianchen's apartment. Pan Xianchen had completely neglected his duties as a host, not even asking her to change her shoes or introducing her. He simply took her hand and led her straight inside. Wen Yu took a quick look: this was the living room, this was the kitchen, this was the staircase, this was the guest bathroom, this was the second bedroom, this was the study, this was the dressing room, this was the master bedroom...
Pan Xianchen usually sleeps alone in the master bedroom. His bedroom is fresh, clean, and tidy, without any fancy decorations, giving it an overall grand feel. The bed is large, covered with a dark four-piece suit, and the bedside table is empty except for a clock and a tissue box.
"I've already taken a shower." Pan Xianchen said.
Wen Yu looked around and sat down at the end of the bed, crossed his legs, and said, "I haven't washed yet."
Pan Xianchen smiled, lifted Wen Yu's chin with his hand, and turned it left and right, saying, "You put on makeup just for me, wouldn't it be a shame to wash it off?"
Wen Yu didn't say anything. She lifted her leg slightly and rubbed Pan Xianchen's calf with the instep of her high-heeled shoe. Even with her movements, her face was filled with pleading. "I don't have a place to stay tonight. Will you let me stay here for one night?"
"Okay, I'd love to." Pan Xianchen bent down and placed his arms on either side of Wen Yu's body, forcing her to lean back. "How are we supposed to sleep? There's a sofa in the living room, a carpet on the floor, and a spacious desk in the study. There's also a bathroom with hot water and warmth..."
Wen Yu pouted: "Isn't there a more normal place?"
"Where do you want to be?"
Wen Yu glanced back, rubbing his palms on the comfortable and soft bed, and said, "Right here?"
"Okay, I agree." Pan Xianchen pressed down harder and harder. Wen Yu couldn't hold on any longer and fell gently onto the bed. Pan Xianchen asked, "Do you want to sleep on your left or right?"
Wen Yu didn't answer, but wrapped her hands around his neck like vines.
He lowered himself as low as he could, close to Wen Yu's ear, and asked again: "Not talking? Then change directions? Me on top and you on the bottom?"
Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh. Pan Xianchen smiled too, reaching for something in the bedside table. The drawer was already packed with everything he needed for tonight. When had he prepared it? It seemed like the night Wen Yu suddenly returned. She called and he rushed to pick her up, then took her to Ning Kai's private kitchen for dinner. Before returning home that night, he'd gone to the nearby supermarket and bought several boxes, filling up the previously empty drawer.
Seeing Pan Xianchen unpacking, Wen Yu nudged him in the stomach with her knee and said, "Are you ready already?"
Pan Xianchen quickly grasped her round knees and continued unpacking with one hand, smiling, "Just like you tonight, come prepared."
There was a gap in the window of the master bedroom, and the air outside the window surged and bulged the white gauze curtains in the room, like towering mountains and deep valleys; the heavy blackout curtains were only half drawn, making the appearance more obvious, like holding a lute and half covering the face.
Pan Xianchen was a keen observer and learner. He rarely asked questions, simply observing with his own eyes. Every expression on Wen Yu's face was a cue for his next move. When she frowned in pain, he paused and slowed down; when she relaxed, he charged forward at full speed. But sometimes, there were exceptions. When the general was in the thick of battle, his killing intent was overwhelming, he would not stop, no matter how much the enemy faltered.
Wen Yu wept bitterly, and Pan Xianchen, a victorious general, naturally offered his kind words to a captive. He kissed away her tears, so gently and patiently that Wen Yu thought his self-torture had succeeded. But before their tenderness lasted long, the next, even more ferocious attack arrived. How could he be so ferocious, so brutal, forcing Wen Yu, a powerless and remnant general, to abandon her weapons and armor, repeatedly thrusting her into the spotlight.
When will the war finally end? Wen Yu thought to herself, tears streaming down her face, as she drifted like a small boat on the river.
Pan Xianchen noticed this and said in dissatisfaction, "Why are you distracted at this time?"
“…Please forgive me…” Wen Yu sobbed.
Pan Xianchen refused to give in and continued to provoke her with words: "Running with Aslan is very fierce, does this mean anything? Does it mean anything? Speak."
Wen Yu wanted to cry but had no tears... She wanted to slide down to her knees, admit her mistake, and say something to please him, but he was so mean and didn't give her such a chance at all.
It’s almost there, it’s almost there, right?
Wen Yu hunched her back and tilted her head back in a daze. The light hanging from the ceiling was so blinding that she couldn't open her eyes. Suddenly, she felt as if she had entered another world, a chaotic world. Suddenly, it was all white, then a surging tide, then she could see nothing but black, then she trembled all over...
She almost fainted...
At this moment, the whole world gradually retreated from her body, taking away the white, the black, the waves, and the tremors.
The bedroom suddenly became very quiet, and then gradually, all the sounds returned: the gentle hum of the air conditioner, the rustling of the curtains blown by the wind, the rustling of the sheets and quilt as they wrinkled and unfolded... Pan Xianchen's voice was also in her ear: "Shall I take you to take a shower?"
Wen Yu shuddered and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no..."
Pan Xianchen smiled. "It's over. Just taking a shower, nothing else. You're all sticky and uncomfortable now. Go take a shower, okay?"
Wen Yu glanced at Pan Xianchen's serious face and felt her own body. "Yeah, it's sticky and uncomfortable." So, she nodded in agreement. Her legs became so weak that it was difficult for her to stand upright. Pan Xianchen supported her at first, then he simply carried her on his back.
The large bathtub in the bathroom, which had not been used for a long time, was finally put to use. Pan Xianchen filled it with warm water and put Wen Yu in.
"...I'll wash myself, you go out." Wen Yu pushed him.
"Okay, I'll go out and you wash it yourself."
The water rippled gently. Wen Yu looked up, and suddenly a huge black shadow loomed before her eyes. The water splashed violently, as if enraged. The large bathtub held two people at once, and the water rose, covering Wen Yu's mouth and touching the tip of her nose. She tilted her head back to protect herself, but it was a struggle. The next moment, Pan Xianchen grasped her under the arms, lifted her up, and placed her on top of him. The water suddenly dropped to her waist. She was saved, but then she was destroyed.
With her on top and him on the bottom, this was a winning situation for her, right? But why was she always the loser in the end? It seemed like no matter what, she couldn't win. In the bathroom, she was simply replaying the experience from the bedroom. Pan Xianchen was a perpetually victorious general, possessing both unlimited physical strength and exceptional intelligence.
Wen Yu was convinced.
After taking a shower and returning to bed, Wen Yu fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
Pan Xianchen poked her cheek with his finger. She slapped him away in annoyance. He just laughed softly and put a big hat on her head: "Why are you like Aslan? You turned your back on me after you used me? Are you that sleepy? You ignored me after you had your fun..."
Wen Yu frowned and rolled over, her butt facing Pan Xianchen. Pan Xianchen raised an eyebrow and looked down. Would this be safer? How could she be so naive? But she seemed really tired of him. Never mind, maybe next time.
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