"Sheng Sheng?"
"I'm fine, Brother Xianzhou. I... I just had a nightmare. Sorry to bother you."
Wen Shengsheng kept it a secret.
After she hung up the phone, she was overcome with sorrow and slumped back in her chair.
Qin Heming, Lu Shangchen, Pei Jue, Pei Shu, Wen Qinian —
The names of these five people weighed heavily on her heart like five large stones.
Wen Shengsheng, who was in the room, ate something casually.
When the doorbell rang again, Wen Shengsheng stared at it nervously.
Who is it?
Who could it be?
Wen Shengsheng's whole body was tense.
The phone rang suddenly, and Wen Shengsheng shuddered.
He swiped to answer the phone: "Sheng Sheng, open the door."
Wen Shengsheng immediately went to open the door, and the person standing outside was Song Xianzhu. Wen Shengsheng took the initiative to rush over and hug Song Xianzhu.
"Brother Xianzhou, what brings you here at this time?"
“Sheng Sheng is unhappy. As her boyfriend, of course I have to comfort her.” Song Xianzhu carried Wen Sheng Sheng back to their room.
A warmth spread through her heart, and she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Song Xianzhu stroked her cheek and said, "Sheng Sheng, we are two people. If you have any troubles, you must talk about them. If you don't want to talk about them, I respect that, but I hope Sheng Sheng is happy."
Wen Shengsheng buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose stinging, and tears welled up in her eyes, dripping onto Song Xianzhu's neck, burning hot!
“Sheng Sheng…”
"Brother Xianzhou, I'm fine. I'm just... probably because I was sick for a while, and I've become a bit sentimental."
"Sweetheart, Sheng Sheng will always be the best in my heart. No matter what Sheng Sheng becomes, Sheng Sheng will always be Sheng Sheng, the Sheng Sheng in my heart." He gently lowered his head and kissed his forehead deeply.
if--
If only she hadn't transmigrated into the book, she wouldn't have offended them.
Their once peaceful life was now shattered, and Wen Shengsheng gazed at Song Xianzhou.
She could clearly feel her heart beating little by little.
Wen Shengsheng couldn't resist and kissed his lips. After a moment of blankness, Song Xianzhu's eyes shone brightly like stars, radiating a gentle light.
"Sheng Sheng, I..."
The next second, Wen Shengsheng pounced on Song Xianzhu and kissed him with her red lips.
His beloved girl was nestled in his arms, clinging to him.
Song Xianzhu was not Liu Xiahui.
He cupped the back of her head in one hand, his kiss forceful yet tender as he took the initiative.
The surrounding temperature gradually increased.
The two embraced and kissed intimately on the sofa.
This scene was both passionate and heartwarming.
But some people are extremely irritable.
"Brother... I haven't even tasted your lips yet, what right does he have to be our darling?"
Pei Shu put down his binoculars.
He sat down angrily in the chair and kicked the trash can away.
The room they were in faced the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wen Shengsheng's house. They had just bought it so they could be close to Wen Shengsheng.
This was also so that they could monitor Wen Shengsheng's movements at any time.
Pei Jue, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said with a half-smile, "Don't be impatient. Our little pet can't escape our grasp. As for that man... just destroy him."
"Fine, that man dared to touch my treasure, I'll make him wish he were dead." Pei Shu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
In the bedroom.
Song Xianzhu hugged Wen Shengsheng tightly, his voice hoarse as he said, "Shengsheng, don't move."
"Xianzhou, we...we can actually..."
"No!" Song Xianzhu firmly refused. Looking at Wen Shengsheng's astonished expression, he chuckled and said, "Only with proper betrothal and formal marriage can we consummate our marriage. Shengsheng, I like you and naturally want to marry you, but I know... we've only been dating for a few days. I want Shengsheng to know enough whether I'm a good enough boyfriend. I want Shengsheng to be happy."
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