Chapter 42 Your size is enough, isn't it?
Is he bigger than me?
It took Wen Zhi a few seconds to understand those four words. She was completely stunned, her body stiffened, and she didn't know where to look.
Does this person even know what they're saying?
How old are you? Why are you still childishly comparing sizes with others?
Then, Wen Zhi realized, somewhat blankly, that the tall man in front of her was indeed not that old.
He closed his eyes, deciding to play dumb to the end, his tone carrying just the right amount of bewilderment: "What's bigger than him...?"
The air suddenly stilled, and the surging ambiguous atmosphere paused slightly.
Wen Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her response was quite clever.
As long as he pretends to be stupid and doesn't understand, Song Juelan should be too embarrassed to say what size they are comparing.
Suddenly, a large, burning hot hand covered his wrist, which was hanging by his side, and pulled it with a force, reaching towards Song Juelan's abdomen until the fingertips were completely pressed against the hard abdominal muscles.
Wen Zhi's fingertips twitched, a bad premonition rising in her heart, her voice tightening: "What are you doing..."
The large, well-defined hand didn't stop moving; it grasped his hand and slowly moved it down, tracing across his firm, full abdominal muscles. (Deleted)
“This,” Song Juelan answered his question in a deep voice.
Wen Zhi was completely dumbfounded.
Even through a layer of fabric, I could clearly feel the temperature of that thing under my fingertips, and it was even throbbing slightly.
Under the light, his thick eyelashes trembled in fear, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
But that long, slender hand pressed down on him gently, without using much force, yet it rendered him unable to move.
Wen Zhi's fair fingertips curled up as if burned, her earlobes turning bright red. Finally, she could only concede, her voice barely audible, "Yours..."
Song Juelan seemed not to have heard clearly: "What?"
Wen Zhi took a deep breath, raised her slightly reddened eyelids, and glared at Song Juelan without any intimidation: "Your size, is that enough?"
Although the so-called comparison object doesn't exist at all, it has to be admitted that there are probably not many people older than Song Juelan, so he wasn't exactly lying.
Song Juelan's lips curved into a distinct smile, seemingly quite satisfied with his answer.
Wen Zhi cursed "little brat" in her heart, and tried to pull her hand back, wanting to get away from that dangerous thing.
Song Juelan's fingers tightened unconsciously, a little reluctant to let go of Wen Zhi like that.
Feeling Wen Zhi's soft fingertips pressing on him, his muscles tensed slightly, and his boiling blood rushed to a certain place.
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"You...!" He was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.
Song Juelan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he finally released his hand.
Wen Zhi quickly took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from Song Juelan, as if afraid of being grabbed again: "You, you go and take care of it."
Song Juelan gave him a deep look, replied in a low, hoarse voice, "Okay," and turned to walk into the bathroom of his room.
Wen Zhi walked to the bedside and sat down, unconsciously lowering her head to look at her fair and soft palms, where the lingering sensation of... was still present.
He knew Song Juelan was in the prime of his life, but this was too much...
Wen Zhi leaned back on the bed, turned over, and buried her burning face in her pillow.
The room was too quiet, and he suddenly caught a faint sound coming from behind the closed bathroom door.
After a while, he realized that it was heavy breathing mixed with the sound of water.
Wen Zhi quickly pulled the blanket over herself and buried her head in it, trying to block out the sounds.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he was drifting off to sleep, the bathroom door finally opened.
The other side of the bed sank down, and a body covered in moisture slowly approached and lay down beside him.
Wen Zhi drowsily lifted her eyelids, and saw Song Juelan's angular face before her. His voice was heavy with sleep as he asked, "Aren't you going back?"
"Mmm." Song Juelan stretched out his long arm and gently pulled Wen Zhi into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her soft hair.
Wen Zhi found a comfortable spot in Song Juelan's warm embrace, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep peacefully.
Once the person in his arms was breathing steadily, Song Juelan lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on Wen Zhi's peaceful sleeping face.
My heart felt like it was being filled little by little, swelling up, and a warm feeling came from my chest.
This was the first time he had openly held Wen Zhi as he fell asleep, as if she already belonged to him.
This person belongs to him, but not entirely to him.
He didn't want to put pressure on Wen Zhi, so he didn't bring up the incident from that day of the competition again, and Wen Zhi didn't respond to him either.
They don't even have any relationship right now.
Thinking of this, his swollen heart began to deflate little by little, and a bitter feeling rose in his chest.
Song Juelan tightened his arms around Wen Zhi's waist, lowered his head and kissed Wen Zhi's forehead, nose, and chin before falling into a deep sleep while holding her.
The next morning, bright sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the two people embracing tightly on the large bed.
Wen Zhi's cheeks, flushed with sleep, were pressed against Song Juelan's full chest muscles, her long eyelashes drooping obediently. Meanwhile, Song Juelan's large hand, which was wrapped around Wen Zhi's waist, had somehow slipped under her clothes, his burning palm resting on her soft, delicate waist.
When the sunlight moved onto his eyelids, Song Juelan frowned slightly and opened his eyes.
His gaze first met Wen Zhi's beautiful face, and then he felt the delicate, warm touch of her skin in his palm, which made him slightly startled.
His knuckles bent slightly, unable to resist gently stroking that slender waist back and forth.
Seeing that Wen Zhi showed no signs of waking up, the burning hot hand moved to the front and covered Wen Zhi's soft, smooth belly.
Then, her slender fingers tentatively moved upwards little by little, and her fingertips touched something softer, which felt like the milk pudding that Wen Zhi liked to eat.
Just then, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
A small figure stood at the door, tiptoeing, and grasped the doorknob with both little hands, opening the door a crack.
Hearing the noise, Song Juelan's gaze swept towards the door, his dark eyes quickly regaining their clarity.
Before the little dumpling outside the door came in, he quickly withdrew his hand that had been misbehaving inside Wen Zhi's clothes, turned over, and distanced himself from Wen Zhi.
Xiao Tang tiptoed in and saw two people lying on the bed. Her round eyes widened immediately, and she ran to the bedside to take a look.
"Brother Jue Lan!" He recognized the other person lying on the bed and called out happily.
Song Juelan pretended to have just woken up, slowly opened her eyes, lifted the covers and sat up in bed: "Xiao Tang, good morning."
Xiao Tang leaned over the bed and asked curiously in a low voice, "Didn't Brother Jue Lan come home last night?"
"Yeah, I was too tired last night."
The two people's voices woke up Wen Zhi, who was standing next to them.
He groggily opened his eyes, and in his blurry vision, he first saw Song Juelan on his bed, and then Xiao Tang lying by the bedside. He immediately woke up.
Wen Zhi's voice was still hoarse from just waking up as she asked, "Xiao Tang, what brings you here?"
There was a hint of nervousness in his voice. He remembered sleeping in Song Juelan's arms last night and wondered if Xiao Tang had seen him.
Xiao Tang pressed her chubby face against the fragrant quilt and said in distress, "Zhi Zhi, the TV won't turn on."
"I'll go take a look." Upon hearing this, Song Juelan, who was standing next to her, got up from the bed decisively and left the room with Xiao Tang.
Hearing the door close, Wen Zhi lifted the covers, looking at her pajamas which had risen a bit, somewhat confused. She pulled the pajamas down a little before getting up to wash.
In the living room, Song Juelan had fixed the TV, which had a minor malfunction, and Xiao Tang could finally watch her favorite cartoons again.
Wen Zhi came out of the room and looked at Song Juelan on the sofa: "Aren't you going to the swimming pool?"
Song Juelan nodded: "The swimming pool is not short of staff lately, I just need to go there to teach."
"That's perfect. Let's stay for lunch and eat those fish from yesterday together." Wen Zhi sat down next to Song Juelan, her thoughts drifting to the fish in the refrigerator.
At noon, the cook brought over fresh vegetables. Seeing the fish in the refrigerator, she cooked them as well: one steamed and one braised.
The fish was fresh, fragrant, and tender, and was quickly devoured by the three of them shortly after it was served.
After lunch, Wen Zhi went back to her room for a nap as usual, reminding Xiao Tang to wake her up for her swimming lesson.
Song Juelan chimed in from the side, "I'll take him to class."
Wen Zhi also realized that the swimming coach was at his house, and he could just take Xiao Tang there for her lesson later. There was really no need for him to make another trip.
After handing Xiaotang over to Song Juelan, he returned to his room with peace of mind, covered himself with the blanket, and went to sleep.
From the living room, Song Juelan's deep, patient voice and Xiao Tang's giggles could be faintly heard. The two seemed to be playing something and getting along very well.
Wen Zhi's eyelids slowly grew heavy, and the sounds faded into the distance, receding like the tide.
After his consciousness faded into darkness, a hazy white light appeared before his eyes. The surrounding environment slowly changed; he seemed to be walking on a path overgrown with grass and trees, and he always felt that something was lurking deep in the jungle, watching him intently with burning eyes.
Wen Zhi subconsciously quickened her pace, but she couldn't reach the end of the road no matter what she did.
Suddenly, something wet and soft wrapped around his ankle and yanked him, causing him to fall to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the thing lifted the hem of his shirt, slipped inside, and began to caress his body gently.
Wen Zhi looked down in alarm and saw a flexible vine that was brazenly moving inside his clothes.
He couldn't grasp the slippery vine no matter what he did... his whole body flushed red, and his breathing became hot. (Deleted)
But the vine only set him ablaze, offering no solace whatsoever, and even maliciously touched him again and again.
Wen Zhi was furious. Taking advantage of the moment when the vine lightly touched his lower lip, she opened her mouth and bit down hard.
Then, the scene before him slowly faded away, and he woke up from this strange dream.
The familiar ceiling came into view, and there were no damned vines at all.
Wen Zhi breathed rapidly, feeling the changes in her body, and somewhat embarrassedly pulled the blanket up higher. She had just turned over when she unexpectedly met a pair of dark, deep eyes.
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Author's Note: The censors went crazy and kept locking my account randomly. See the comments for any parts that are offensive. [Sigh]
Thanks to yiinnnnff and 早点睡77 for the landmines~
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