Chapter 45 Licked it all clean
The phone on the sofa was still vibrating incessantly, with message notifications coming one after another.
Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then turned around on Song Juelan's lap, now straddling him face-to-face. She stared intently at him and asked seriously, "Really?"
Song Juelan was somewhat distracted by the change in their posture. He placed his large hand lightly on Wen Zhi's slender waist, his fingertips feeling the soft warmth beneath her clothes, and replied in a deep voice, "Really."
Wen Zhi's face instantly lit up with surprise, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a bright smile: "Happy birthday!"
As long as Song Juelan hasn't seen the birthday wishes on his phone, he will be the first person to wish Song Juelan a happy birthday.
Seeing his undisguised joy, Song Juelan's lips unconsciously curved upwards: "Thank you."
Actually, he didn't care much about birthdays, but the thought that this was the first birthday he would spend with Wen Zhi made him feel an unprecedented sense of anticipation for the day.
"How old are you?" To steady herself, Wen Zhi naturally wrapped her arms around Song Juelan's neck, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the handsome face so close to hers.
Song Juelan glanced to the side, without answering the simple question.
Seeing his evasive reaction, Wen Zhi became even more curious and moved closer, her long eyelashes almost brushing against Song Juelan's cheek: "Go ahead and tell me, I won't laugh at you."
Song Juelan's gaze fell back on Wen Zhi's face. He pursed his thin lips in a conflicted manner, but still quickly whispered a number into Wen Zhi's ear.
"Pfft—" Wen Zhi couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.
Seeing Song Juelan's composed demeanor, I always subconsciously regarded him as an adult. But now, upon hearing Song Juelan's real age, I feel that this person is indeed still a little kid.
Seeing Song Juelan's lips slowly droop, Wen Zhi quickly suppressed her smile, leaned over and kissed Song Juelan on the cheek, coaxing him in a soft, gentle voice, "I wasn't laughing at you."
After coaxing him to calm down a bit, Wen Zhi's eyes darted around, and she couldn't help but tease him again: "I'm much older than you, you should call me brother."
He had barely finished speaking when he felt his shirt being lifted and a large, burning hot hand reaching in, its broad palm dangerously caressing his back.
Song Juelan tightened his arms slightly, pulling him closer to his lap. His deep black eyes were fixed on him, and his low voice uttered each word clearly: "Brother."
Wen Zhi felt that she was sitting on something, and immediately became like a cat with its tail between its legs, not daring to make a sound.
His intuition told him that he would have to pay a heavy price to hear Song Juelan call him "brother".
His eyes darted around nervously, then he grabbed his phone from the sofa and used it to block Song Juelan from view, abruptly changing the subject: "I wonder if there are any cakes left to buy."
As he spoke, his fingers frantically unlocked the screen, opened the food delivery app, and searched for nearby cake shops.
There happened to be a cake shop nearby that was still open, so he immediately clicked on the shop and saw that there were only two cakes left on the menu.
He hesitated for a few seconds between drawing Peppa Pig and a heart-shaped cake, then chose the latter.
After buying the cake, Wen Zhi frowned in distress and looked up at the man in front of her: "What should I do? I didn't prepare a gift for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Juelan's eyes darkened, staring at him with an extremely aggressive gaze, like a wolf cub ready to pounce and bite him at any moment.
Just as Wen Zhi's heart was in his throat, almost thinking that Song Juelan was going to give him away as a gift, the other party lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze.
"It's okay, I don't care about those things."
Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion, and said, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
This time, Song Juelan did not refuse.
The late-night food delivery was fast; the doorbell rang not long after I arrived.
Wen Zhi immediately got off Song Juelan's lap, walked quickly to the door, opened it, took the cake box from the deliveryman, and whispered "Thank you."
He closed the door, carried the cake box back with light steps, carefully placed the cake box on the coffee table, and then turned to find a lighter to light the candles.
Song Juelan sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Wen Zhi, who was moving around the living room. A sweet stream seemed to flow through her heart.
The unpleasantness of the afternoon had mostly dissipated by now, leaving only a small, rough pebble that was grinding against the soft spot in his heart.
This afternoon, he thought he could find out about Wen Zhi's ex-husband from Wen Zhi's friends, but Yao Zhihua refused to talk about that person.
This only made him more curious about the relationship between Wen Zhi and her ex-husband.
Rather than wanting to understand her ex-husband, he was more interested in understanding Wen Zhi herself. He wanted to know how Wen Zhi met and fell in love with that person, what they went through together, and why she fell deeply in love with him.
The more he thought about it, the more intense the burning jealousy in his chest became. He was jealous that the other person had known Wen Zhi before him, and he was also jealous that the other person had accompanied Wen Zhi through a period of time that he could not participate in, leaving a deep mark on Wen Zhi's life.
If I had been born a few years earlier and met Wen Zhi a little earlier, would everything have been different?
Will Wen Zhi belong entirely to him alone?
"The candles are here." Wen Zhi's cheerful voice interrupted his melancholy thoughts.
Wen Zhi finally found a lighter, lit a star-shaped candle, and stuck it on the small cake, her eyes reflecting the dancing flame.
Song Juelan snapped out of her daze, her gaze passing over the cake with candles and landing on Wen Zhi's rosy face illuminated by the firelight.
Wen Zhi also looked up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her face full of anticipation: "Quickly close your eyes and make a wish!"
Song Juelan obediently closed her eyes and made a sincere wish in her heart.
He hoped that Wen Zhi would have him in her life from now on.
Wen Zhi was still guessing what wishes Song Juelan had made when she saw that Song Juelan had already opened his eyes, and she couldn't help but be stunned: "So fast?"
Song Juelan lowered his head and blew out the candle, replying, "I only made one wish."
"Why was only one allowed?" Wen Zhi blinked in disbelief.
Every year on his birthday, he makes sure to make all three wishes, otherwise it would be a waste.
Song Juelan just felt that making only one wish would make him seem more sincere and increase the chances of it coming true.
He didn't tell Wen Zhi the truth, only saying, "This is the only one I can think of."
Wen Zhi was slightly stunned, but she could understand Song Juelan's words.
Someone as outstanding as Song Juelan doesn't need to make wishes to achieve his goals.
He pulled out the blown-out candle and urged Song Juelan to cut the cake.
Since it was just the two of them tonight, Wenzhi only bought a small cake, which was just right for the two of them.
Song Juelan picked up a plastic cake knife and cut the cake into four pieces. He first gave the largest piece to Wen Zhi, and then gave himself a piece as well.
Wen Zhi took the cake, scooped out a large spoonful, and put it in her mouth. The sweet and milky cream melted instantly on her tongue, sweet but not greasy, with a delicate texture and a very good taste.
He ate several bites in a row, then closed his eyes slightly in satisfaction.
Having finally found a legitimate reason to have a late-night snack, Wen Zhi finished off both pieces of cake, licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, and then put down the plate.
Upon noticing the cream on the cake box, he immediately had a wicked idea. He stretched out his index finger, scraped off a bit of cream, and quietly reached it toward Song Juelan next to him.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch Song Juelan's cheek, he suddenly turned his head, and the cream smeared onto the corner of his mouth.
A look of surprise flashed across Song Juelan's eyes. It seemed that no one had ever done such a thing to him before, and he was momentarily unable to react.
Seeing his rare blank expression, Wen Zhi couldn't help but laugh. She then smeared the remaining cream on the other corner of Song Juelan's mouth, creating a symmetrical design.
Song Juelan then realized what he was doing and gently grasped his wrist, which he hadn't had time to pull back: "It's my birthday today, and this is how you treat me?"
Wen Zhi's long, thick eyelashes fluttered as she laughed, reaching for a tissue from the coffee table: "I'll wipe it clean for you..."
"No need." Song Juelan's lips, still smeared with cream, curled into a smile, like a wolf cub finally finding an opportunity to attack, as he leaned down and pressed down on her.
Thin lips, carrying the delicate scent of cream, sealed Wen Zhi's lips. The white cream was fed into his mouth by the tip of his hot tongue, sweeping around the soft flesh inside his mouth.
Originally, the purpose of the kiss was only "revenge," but it escalated, with their lips and tongues intertwining tightly, producing soft, watery sounds that made one blush.
The air grew scorching hot until Wen Zhi could no longer taste any cream in her mouth, only Song Juelan's domineering aura.
Wen Zhi gradually couldn't hold on any longer, and his body went limp as he fell back onto the sofa. Immediately afterward, a tall, hot body covered him, relentlessly capturing his wet lips.
He was completely overwhelmed by the forceful kiss, his mind went slower and slower, his eyes were filled with tears, and the tips of his fingers on Song Juelan's shoulder were tinged with a faint pink and were trembling slightly.
Suddenly, his confused mind remembered that Song Juelan kissed him so fiercely because he had smeared cream on the corner of his mouth.
Wen Zhi opened her misty eyes, struggled to raise her arms, hugged Song Juelan's neck, and then stuck out her pale pink tongue to lick the corner of Song Juelan's mouth a few times, licking the cream she had just smeared on clean.
Then, with her flushed face upturned, she looked pitifully at Song Juelan with her wet eyes and pleaded softly, "I've licked it all clean."
A taut string in Song Juelan's mind suddenly snapped.
The person beneath him had teary eyes, her beautiful face flushed, and there was still cream on the corner of her lips that he had smeared on her. Rapid breathing escaped from between her lips.
There is no gift more tempting in the world than the person before me.
Song Juelan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes surging with astonishing desire. He slowly leaned down and captured those two lips, softer than jelly, his voice low and husky: "You haven't licked your lips clean yet."
Wen Zhi's eyes widened instantly, feeling that the person in front of her was completely unreasonable.
In that case, wouldn't it never be clean?
He bent one of his incredibly soft legs, trying to push Song Juelan off him, his knee touching the other's hard, taut lower abdomen and something even harder.
Song Juelan's breathing suddenly became heavy, the veins on his forehead bulged from his suppressed emotions, and his pupils, reflecting Wen Zhi's figure, suddenly contracted, like a ferocious beast about to lose control.
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Author's Note: It seems kissing isn't allowed before adulthood, so I won't specify the age. [Shut up]
Thanks to "Early to Bed 77" for the landmine!
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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