Chapter 27 When did that thing get up? ...
Wen Zhi didn't notice that the body beneath her palm was already taut like a string.
He was completely immersed in that wonderful sensation, his mind preoccupied with the slightly undulating flesh before him.
Yesterday, while participating in the "Water Transport" competition, he lay on Song Juelan's back, and the hard, hot muscles there made him feel sore.
But the feel now is different from then. When no force is applied, it has a very elastic toughness, smooth skin, and a very good feel.
The heat emanating from my fingertips was continuous, as if I could feel the explosive power contained within my muscles.
Wen Zhi couldn't resist pressing her entire palm against it, and could even feel the slight pulse beating under the thin skin.
Seeing that the person on the bed did not react, he went further and continued downwards, his palm lingering on the neatly arranged abdominal muscles.
No matter how he touched her, Song Juelan showed no sign of waking up; her eyes were tightly closed, as if she had fallen into a very deep sleep.
Suddenly, Wen Zhi felt a change in the sensation under her palm.
He pressed down uncertainly.
Why does it feel... even more tense than before?
It reminded him of the feeling he had yesterday, when it hurt his chest and stomach.
Wen Zhi looked up in confusion, her peripheral vision catching a jarring bulge.
He paused for a moment, then turned his head stiffly, his gaze falling on the bath towel around Song Juelan's waist.
When did that thing... get up?
Wen Zhi recoiled as if burned, abruptly pulling her hand back, and stood somewhat bewildered by the bedside.
After a moment, he cautiously shifted his gaze to Song Juelan's face and stared at him for a while.
This person... is definitely asleep.
Could it be that I had some unspeakable dream?
Maybe he dreamed about the girl he likes.
After all, Song Juelan is at an age where he is prone to impulsiveness.
Wen Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed back to the other side of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay back down on the bed guiltily.
He reflected on his actions and realized he shouldn't have touched a boy so much younger than himself, disturbing his sleep.
Even if Song Juelan took the initiative to "invite" him to touch her yesterday, he shouldn't have actually had such thoughts.
After reflecting on her actions, Wen Zhi raised her long eyelashes, glanced quickly at the other side of the bed, and then took a deep breath.
Why hasn't that thing gone down yet?
He felt a little guilty, silently apologized a few times, and slowly pulled the blanket over his head, pretending not to see it.
A few minutes later, the breathing under the blanket gradually became calm and even.
Lying on the large bed, Song Juelan slowly opened her eyelids, paused for a moment, and looked down with an ugly expression.
He still couldn't control himself in front of Wen Zhi.
The moment that soft hand touched his body, his self-control vanished, and he could only hold on for a few minutes despite his best efforts.
Song Juelan looked hesitantly at the other side of the bed, where Wen Zhi had burrowed into the blankets, her soft curves rising into the air.
What will Wen Zhi think of him?
He reached out and gently pulled the blanket down over Wen Zhi, revealing her beautiful face, which was slightly flushed from being covered up.
Thick eyelashes lay quietly covering her face, and her lips were a natural rosy red, making her look pure and innocent.
Fortunately, he chose to continue pretending to be asleep, so Wen Zhi probably won't guess who caused his impulse.
After quietly studying that face for a while, Song Juelan got out of bed and strode into the bathroom.
The same late night, the same cold shower, and desire aroused by the same person.
Song Juelan felt that there was something wrong with him, otherwise how could he be so easily provoked by Wen Zhi?
After standing under the shower for a long time, the cold water extinguished the last bit of dryness in his body, and his clear mind remembered something important.
Why did Wen Zhi touch him just now?
Before this, he had vaguely noticed that Wen Zhi's gaze would occasionally linger on him, specifically on his chest or waist.
At first, he thought it was his imagination, but he was finally sure tonight.
Song Juelan's gaze was slightly thoughtful.
People often dwell on what they don't have, and perhaps that's why Wen Zhi was attracted to his body.
The scene he had glimpsed inside the bathroom last night flashed through his mind.
Wen Zhi's figure wasn't exactly muscular, but it wasn't muscular either. Her waist and abdomen were flat, with only a slight, soft, and alluring curve, as if you could wrap your hand around it...
Song Juelan turned the showerhead back on and continued to rinse with cold water.
In fact, he never deliberately trained his muscles; he just naturally developed muscles through years of training and fitness.
He hadn't even paid attention to this, nor did he think it was something to brag about.
But if Wen Zhi likes it...
Song Juelan turned off the water and looked at himself in the mirror, examining for the first time every firm muscle on his body.
It doesn't seem perfect yet.
After coming out of the bathroom, he found a relatively spacious corner in the room and did a few sets of push-ups without saying a word.
He wasn't sleepy at all, and the restlessness in his body couldn't be calmed, so he could release it through exercise.
Song Juelan stopped after an unknown amount of time, feeling a burning sensation in every muscle of his body, his entire body covered in sweat.
He took another shower before returning to the bed and lying down on the edge of it.
After venting his pent-up energy, he finally felt a bit sleepy. He closed his eyes, and the restlessness in his body gradually subsided.
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The next morning, Xiao Tang was the first to wake up.
He lay on the bed quietly playing with his fingers for a while before slowly getting up. His big eyes darted around and he saw Song Juelan sleeping naked next to him.
Xiao Tang instinctively exclaimed "Ah!" and shyly covered her eyes with her short fingers. Then she remembered that she often saw Song Juelan wearing only swimming trunks, so she put her hands down.
He glanced at Song Juelan on his left and then at Wen Zhi on his right, and found that the two of them were sleeping soundly.
He bent over on the bed, picked up Wen Zhi's fair and slender hand, placed it in the middle of the bed, and then pulled Song Juelan's well-defined hand and placed it next to Wen Zhi's.
Xiao Tang blinked and noticed that Song Juelan's hand was much bigger than Wen Zhi's. So she put Song Juelan's hand at the bottom, Wen Zhi's hand on top, and finally put her own chubby little hand on top.
Just as they were having a great time, the two hands that were clasped together suddenly moved at the same time, and their slender fingers curled slightly.
"Xiao Tang, what are you doing?" Wen Zhi's groggy voice rang out.
When Xiaotang saw that he was awake, she immediately withdrew her hand and happily climbed onto him: "Zhizhi, good morning!"
Wen Zhi gave a slightly hoarse "hmm".
He wanted to hug Xiaotang, but found that one of his hands was immobile.
Looking down, I realized that my hand had somehow reached into the middle of the bed and was being held tightly by a large, strong hand.
A question mark popped into Wen Zhi's head. Remembering what Xiao Tang had been fiddling with earlier, she looked over and asked, "Xiao Tang, did you do this?"
Xiao Tang shook her head vigorously: "It's not Xiao Tang."
He simply put their hands together; it was Jue Lan who grabbed them himself.
Awakened by the two people's voices, Song Juelan slowly opened his eyelids.
He first instinctively clenched the soft hand in his palm, then his gaze shifted and he saw two similar faces staring at him, which instantly brought him to his senses.
Song Juelan released that hand, his voice low and hoarse from just waking up: "I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, Xiaotang was just playing with our hands." Wen Zhi sat up from the bed, glancing at the towel around Song Juelan's waist out of the corner of her eye, and then remembered the embarrassing incident from last night.
He accidentally fell asleep later and didn't know how long Song Juelan's things had been standing there.
He asked, seemingly casually, "Did you have a dream last night?"
Song Juelan's expression stiffened subtly, and he mumbled a reply, "Mm."
Wen Zhi thought to herself, "Just as I thought," and coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward. "This bed is too soft. Sleeping on it makes it easy to have dreams. I've had dreams these past two nights too."
Song Juelan recalled her dream, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.
After breakfast, they packed their things and went downstairs to wait for the bus in the hotel lobby.
During this time, the tour guide distributed souvenirs from the event to everyone and took photos with them.
The three-day, two-night event came to an end in the blink of an eye, and Song Juelan found herself somewhat reluctant to leave.
His gaze fell on Wen Zhi's profile as she sat next to him. The thought that he would only be able to see Wen Zhi again in swimming class made him feel inexplicably empty.
The bus arrived at the hotel entrance quickly, and everyone lined up to board and find seats.
Just like last time, Xiao Tang climbed up and sat down by the window, with Wen Zhi sitting in the middle and Song Juelan sitting next to him.
It takes about two hours to drive back to the swimming pool from here, after which you can disperse at the entrance of the swimming pool and go home.
Song Juelan turned his face to the car window, seemingly admiring the scenery along the road, but his gaze remained fixed on Wen Zhi's fair profile.
I thought a two-hour journey would be a long one, but in reality, it only took a moment before the distinctive swimming pool building appeared before my eyes.
After the bus stopped, Wen Zhi felt a little better and wanted to quickly line up to get off. But when she turned her head, she met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, and before he could see the intense emotions in those eyes, Song Juelan looked away.
They lined up to get off the bus and stood at the entrance of the swimming pool to say goodbye.
Wen Zhi took the backpack and canvas bag that Song Juelan was carrying for her, and smiled at him: "Juelan, thank you so much for accompanying us to this event. How about I treat you to a meal another day?"
Song Juelan instinctively wanted to say no, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, she silently nodded: "Okay."
He paused, then said, "Let me know when you get home."
Xiao Tang looked up, holding the shiny trophy in her arms, and said softly, "Bye-bye, Brother Jue Lan."
Wen Zhi held Xiao Tang's hand with one hand and carried her luggage with the other, then turned and left.
Song Juelan watched the two figures disappear into the distance, standing there motionless for a long time.
Until someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Zhu Zhenghao's amused voice came from behind: "Brother Song, what are you daydreaming about? I've seen you standing here for ages."
He said goodbye to all the parents and children, handed the tour guide a pack of cigarettes, chatted with the bus driver for a while, and then turned around and found that Song Juelan was still standing there motionless.
If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "like losing one's soul".
He had never seen Song Juelan like this before. How could someone as indifferent to everything as Song Juelan have his soul?
Surely it wasn't lost at one of his parent-child activities?
"It's nothing." Song Juelan looked away and took out her phone to check it.
Zhu Zhenghao noticed with his sharp eyes that he had opened WeChat.
A thought flashed through her mind, and she blurted out, "You're not thinking about Mr. Wen, are you?"
After he finished speaking, he himself felt that it was a bit outrageous.
Song Juelan's expression stiffened imperceptibly.
Zhu Zhenghao immediately realized that he had guessed correctly.
But he was still completely confused: "Why do you miss him? Didn't he just go back?"
Although Song Juelan had been paying too much attention to Wen Zhi and his son, it shouldn't be that he started thinking about them the moment they left.
Song Juelan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Zhu Zhenghao could never guess what his taciturn friend was thinking, but at this moment, a certain thought struck his mind like lightning.
His eyes widened suddenly: "You...do you have feelings for Mr. Wen?"
He recalled Wen Zhi's excessively beautiful face and Song Juelan's unusual behavior, and belatedly realized that Song Juelan's feelings for Wen Zhi might be more than just sympathy.
Song Juelan frowned.
He originally thought that he only had some inappropriate thoughts about Wen Zhi, but it seems that there was something else besides those dirty desires.
"I don't know." Song Juelan pursed his thin lips, unusually speaking a few more words, "I just want to see him all the time."
Zhu Zhenghao's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
It was already shocking enough that Song Juelan had fallen for someone else, especially since that person was a single father.
Zhu Zhenghao's mind was also a bit of a mess. He shakily tried to take out a cigarette, but didn't dare to smoke it in front of Song Juelan, who hated the smell of smoke.
Finally, he managed to utter only one weak sentence: "You...you wouldn't happen to be lacking fatherly love, would you?"
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Author's Note: Several paragraphs were locked, so the context might be a bit disjointed. I'm working on unlocking them now qwq
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1vN Main Character is the Receiver: "The Charismatic Insect Queen is Not a Poor Little Thing" by Shuangyan Temple
[Aloof, sickly, yet irresistibly charming bottom × Various loyal and devoted tops]
Xue Yan is one of the heirs of the Xue family in the capital. She is beautiful, aloof, and exceptionally talented.
He should have grown up surrounded by love and flowers, but he was disliked by his old-fashioned and feudal parents, ridiculed by his brothers, and eventually died unexpectedly.
It was only because of his special and weak constitution that he was always attracting strange things.
After her death, Xueyan traveled to interstellar space and hatched from a dead egg, still surrounded by terrifying creatures.
He thought to himself that he had really turned into a monster.
——
In the new interstellar era, humanity began to suffer from genetic diseases.
No one knew that the Zerg, who were hailed as an alien species, were the same, but they had no healing potions and no Zerg Queen.
From birth, their mother is gone; they receive no spiritual comfort, no relief from their estrus cycle, and no medication to suppress their condition.
They are an abandoned race.
These killing machines grew increasingly cold and insane, despising themselves and hostile to all living beings.
Everyone believed that the Zerg would eventually face destruction. Until one day, the Zerg connected with a spiritual force and heard the young man's clear, cold voice.
"So you're the ones trying to steal my spoils?"
All the Zerg instinctively felt a surge of anger: Who was so blind as to bully their Zerg Queen?!
Wait a minute, what did they sense? The Queen Mother?! That spiritual energy just now seemed...it really did come from their Queen Mother?!
They finally found Her Majesty the Queen?
On that day, the entire galaxy witnessed the Zerg's jubilation.
These terrifying killing machines mobilized all their warships, and the Zerg army blotted out the sky, prompting the Alliance to sound a level one alarm.
But they simply bowed their heads and, with reverence and joy, welcomed the insect mother back home.
——
Later, Xueyan sat on the throne.
His offspring knelt before him, embracing him and kissing him, their eyes filled with adoration and devotion as they kissed every inch of his snow-white skin.
Xueyan stroked the cold bodies of his offspring, his gentle spiritual power soothing their pain. His body was so beautiful, willing to accept everything about his offspring.
Xueyan said, "My offspring were not abandoned; I love you all very much."
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