Chapter 33 Why did Song Juelan kiss him? ...
With everything pitch black, my other senses became unusually sharp.
Wen Zhi heard the footsteps stop beside her, smelled the refreshing scent of Song Juelan's shower gel, and could even feel his tangible gaze fixed on her.
A strange unease rose in his heart, and he hesitated whether to open his eyes now and break the eerie silence.
But when Song Juelan pushed the door open just now, he didn't "wake up" immediately. It seems a bit strange that he only opened his eyes now.
Just as he was struggling with his decision, a soft, deep breathing sound slowly approached, as if the person had bent down.
Wen Zhi's long eyelashes trembled uneasily, but clearly the person beside her did not notice.
Suddenly, he felt a warm touch on his hand. A large, warm hand covered the back of his hand and gently took his hand in its place.
The plastic gems on the bracelet clinked together, making a soft sound.
Wen Zhi's long eyelashes trembled even more violently, and she almost wanted to open her eyes to see what Song Juelan was going to do.
But he had already missed the best time to open his eyes, so he could only continue to pretend to be asleep, anxiously waiting for what would happen next.
Then, he felt the skin on the inside of his wrist being gently caressed by fingertips with thin calluses, as if his pulse was being controlled by the other person.
This feeling was a bit strange, and Wen Zhi couldn't help but let her mind wander.
Could it be that Song Juelan was interested in the bracelet on his wrist, but was too embarrassed to look at it while he was awake?
The next moment, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and his fingertips tensed almost imperceptibly.
Something cool and soft was placed on his wrist bone.
At first, he wasn't sure what it was until he felt warm breath gently spraying on his skin.
Those were Song Juelan's lips.
Wen Zhi's heart began to pound wildly in her chest, and her mind went completely blank.
Is Song Juelan kissing his wrist?
Song Juelan... has he gone mad?
His mind was a jumbled mess, unable to think clearly. He could only feel those thin lips kissing his wrist, the tingling sensation traveling up his arm to his heart.
In the end, only one clear thought remained in my chaotic mind.
—I should have known better than to pretend to be asleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed, or perhaps just a few seconds, before his wrist was gently placed back on the table.
The gaze lingered on him for a moment before finally moving away, the footsteps fading into the distance, and the door was gently closed.
Wen Zhi lay on the table for a while longer, making sure he was the only one left in the lounge, before slowly lifting her eyelashes, her clear eyes filled with shock.
His mind was filled with one question.
Why did Song Juelan kiss him?
Could it be... that Song Juelan has a hand fetish?
Wen Zhi subconsciously looked down, raised her left hand to examine it, but couldn't see anything special about it.
To his surprise, Song Juelan would do something so sneaky.
In his memory, Song Juelan's personality could even be described as somewhat aloof, as if he wasn't very interested in other people's affairs.
Although he and Xiaotang are somewhat special, he maintains a proper sense of propriety and is an upright and good child.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do something like stealing a kiss.
His feelings were complicated, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what they were. He sat at his desk for a long time without moving, staring blankly at a point on the wall.
It wasn't until the door to the lounge was pushed open again that Wen Zhi came back to her senses, her gaze turning towards the doorway with a hint of confusion.
Song Juelan led Xiao Tang in, and when he saw that Xiao Tang had "woke up," a fleeting hint of unease crossed his face.
"...You're awake."
Wen Zhi hoped that she hadn't woken up yet, which was why she had the hallucination she had just experienced.
He looked away from Song Juelan's face and gave a soft "hmm".
Xiao Tang let go of Song Juelan's hand, snuggled into his arms, and said in a soft, sleepy voice, "Zhi Zhi, let's go home!"
Wen Zhi looked up at the clock on the wall. Before he knew it, it was already closing time at the swimming pool. Song Juelan probably wanted him to sleep a little longer, which was why he had taken Xiao Tang out to play until now.
He patted Xiaotang's hair, replied "okay," and then shifted his gaze to Song Juelan's face beside him.
"Juelan, thank you for taking care of him for so long tonight."
He would be even more grateful if no one came to the lounge to do anything strange to him during the day.
Song Juelan's expression remained unchanged: "You're welcome."
The three left the lounge and headed towards the pool area.
They didn't see a single person along the way, the swimming pool was empty, most of the overhead lights were off, and it seemed that only they were left in the huge swimming pool. Their footsteps were amplified in the silence.
Wen Zhi glanced at Song Juelan beside her several times, and finally couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Juelan, are you... dating anyone?"
Although he didn't approve of early relationships, Song Juelan had already graduated from high school, so it didn't count as early dating anymore. And Song Juelan was so outstanding that he should have a lot of suitors.
Zhu Zhenghao once said that Song Juelan received so many love letters that he couldn't even throw them all away, and he might find a girlfriend very quickly after graduation.
Song Juelan's expression stiffened slightly, and he replied in a deep voice, "No."
"Why?" Wen Zhi's curiosity was piqued. "Now that the college entrance exam is over, you finally have some free time. Aren't you planning to find someone?"
He doesn't date because he doesn't want to experience the pain of love, and he also finds it troublesome.
It's just puzzling why someone as energetic as Song Juelan isn't interested in dating.
In the dim light, Song Juelan turned his head slightly and glanced silently at Wen Zhi.
After a moment, she answered softly, "I have someone I like."
Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then subconsciously repeated, "You have someone you like?"
So when Song Juelan kissed his wrist in the lounge just now, it didn't mean anything else?
"Is she a classmate from school? A boy or a girl?" Wen Zhi couldn't help but ask a gossipy question, showing a hint of curiosity about Song Juelan's type.
Song Juelan lowered her eyelids and answered his question seriously: "Not a classmate."
She paused, then lowered her voice further: "It's a boy."
Wen Zhi wanted to press further, but considering that Xiao Tang was still there, it wasn't appropriate to discuss this topic, so she simply smiled and said, "I see."
When Song Juelan saw that smile, she felt inexplicably choked up.
He could tell that Wen Zhi had only inquired about his relationship status as an outsider, but didn't care at all whether he had a partner or someone he liked.
Because Wen Zhi didn't care about him as a person.
A dark cloud immediately settled over Song Juelan's mood.
His gaze involuntarily fell on Wen Zhi's wrist as it swayed back and forth.
That wrist section resembled a bamboo joint carved from white jade, radiating a lustrous sheen, and its texture was as delicate and warm as he had imagined.
It would be even better if his mark could be left on it.
Wen Zhi was completely unaware of Song Juelan's thoughts and was still pondering what had happened that night.
As they passed the front desk, the staff member on duty was packing up to leave. He looked at them with some surprise: "Brother Song, didn't you go to the break room to call for people a while ago? Why are you only coming out now?"
When he went to clear the pool area earlier, Song Juelan said there were still people in the lounge, so he turned around and went towards the lounge.
More than half an hour had passed, and he still thought there was no one left inside before Song Juelan and the others finally came out.
Song Juelan replied without changing his expression, "Something came up and I was held up."
The receptionist didn't ask any more questions, only telling them to be careful on the way.
Stepping out of the swimming pool, the cool night air rushed towards them. Wen Zhi casually turned her head and asked, "You've been to the lounge twice tonight?"
Song Juelan's eyes flickered: "Yeah, the first time I went in I saw you were still sleeping, so I wanted you to sleep a little longer and then I left."
Wen Zhi felt a little annoyed when she heard this explanation that omitted the important details.
He wants to take back what he said about Song Juelan being a good kid.
The three parted ways at the entrance of the swimming pool. Wen Zhi led the sleepy Xiao Tang home, her thoughts still lingering on the kiss in the lounge.
Back home, after taking a shower and lying in bed, Wen Zhi took her left hand out from under the covers, held it up in front of her eyes, and stared blankly at the protruding wrist bone on her wrist.
He could still feel the soft touch of that skin, and he could recall the pressure with which those lips tentatively pressed against him.
One can even imagine Song Juelan lowering his head slightly and kissing the bone with his thin lips.
Wen Zhi's face suddenly felt hot, and she quickly shoved her hands under the covers, as if trying to hide the thoughts that had been forming in her mind.
But Song Juelan said tonight that he has someone he likes.
Wen Zhi fell into deep thought, her fingers unconsciously gripping the blanket, a ridiculous idea flashing through her mind.
Could it be that Song Juelan likes him?
The next second, he immediately shook his head vigorously, banishing the absurd thought.
He's a man with a "child" already, how could Song Juelan, a soon-to-be college student in the prime of her youth, possibly like him?
When Wen Zhi recalled that when she was that age, she would feel that young people with children were "elders" and she would not dare to get too close.
Moreover, those people always act like elders, asking him how his studies are going, whether he has found a partner, etc. He can't even avoid them, let alone have any other thoughts.
Wen Zhi suddenly remembered that she had just asked Song Juelan if he had a boyfriend, and not long ago she had also asked him where he planned to study.
The questions asked were just as annoying as those asked by a real elder.
The more Wen Zhi thought about it, the more convinced she became that Song Juelan couldn't possibly like her, but her mood didn't calm down; instead, it became even more chaotic. She simply pulled the blanket over her head, trying to force herself to sleep.
After lying quietly in the dark for a while, he got up again, pulled back the covers, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and opened WeChat.
After asking his childhood friend Yao Zhihua that question last time, he immediately changed the subject and didn't take the "taking the initiative to come to his door" that the other party mentioned to heart.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered this sentence and decided to ask Yao Zhihua again to find out the truth.
Wen Zhi clicked on the profile picture with a guilty conscience and slowly typed in, one character at a time.
Wen Zhi: [I have another question for you.]
Wen Zhi: [What does it mean when someone kisses your wrist?]
Given Yao Zhihua's agitated attitude last time, he felt he might be in for a scolding this time, and he nervously pursed his soft lips.
The dialog box immediately displays "The other party is typing" at the top, and a few moments later, several messages with a calm tone pop up.
Yao Yao: [Zhi Bao, promise me]
Yao Yao: [Next time, please don't ask "What do you mean by me sleeping alone?"]
Yao Yao: [Is it okay?]
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