Chapter 52 From now on, Xiaotang is my child.
"..."
A big question mark appeared above Wen Zhi's head.
What does it mean to not need?
Although his knowledge in this area was very limited, he still had some common sense and knew that those two things were essential.
Having no practical experience, he couldn't imagine what could be done without them.
Wen Zhi stared blankly at the person in front of her for a moment, blinked, and tried to put on an adult's air, asking in a pretentious tone, "Who told you you didn't need it?"
He refused to believe that this little kid knew more than him.
Song Juelan stared intently into his eyes, showing no sign of backing down, and replied stubbornly, "I found it myself."
"..." Wen Zhi was speechless for a moment.
I almost forgot, given Song Juelan's studious nature, he probably already knows much more than him.
Unable to win the argument with Song Juelan on this topic, he abruptly changed the subject: "You've had too much to drink."
Seeing that Song Juelan looked normal just now, I thought he wasn't drunk. Now I can finally confirm that he's quite drunk.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have argued with him about such an awkward issue in this kind of setting.
Song Juelan frowned even more, disagreeing with Wen Zhi's words, and retorted seriously: "I am very clear-headed."
Everything in his field of vision was clear. Wen Zhi was just as beautiful and dazzling as when she left home that evening, easily capturing all his attention.
Moreover, the fact that he can sit here and discuss such a serious issue with Wen Zhi shows that his mind is perfectly clear at this moment.
Wen Zhi tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes lingering on his face for a moment, as if considering the credibility of his words, before tentatively asking, "What time is your flight tomorrow afternoon?"
Song Juelan's deep gaze instantly turned wary, and he tightened his grip on Song Juelan's hand, his voice tense: "What flight? You're leaving?"
Wen Zhi couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding Song Juelan's drunken state rather endearing.
If he drinks a couple more glasses, he'll probably forget even his own name.
“You were the one who wanted to leave,” Wen Zhi tried to help him regain his memory, “You’re not going to school anymore?”
Song Juelan stared at him blankly for a while, not knowing if she understood, the light in her dark eyes gradually dimmed.
Wen Zhi felt a tightening around his waist as a strong, powerful arm embraced him. A sharply defined face buried itself in his neck, and hot breath sprayed onto the sensitive skin of his neck.
The deep voice sounded muffledly: "I don't want to go."
Wen Zhi's heart softened, and she couldn't help but recall her own freshman year when she was about to study in an unfamiliar city, feeling just as reluctant as Song Juelan was now...
The many feelings that welled up in his heart vanished instantly when his gaze fell upon the increasingly obvious bulge in Song Juelan's pants.
No, it doesn't seem quite the same.
Wen Zhi felt hot all over, especially the skin that was being sprayed with Song Juelan's hot breath, which felt like it was about to catch fire.
Isn't it said that... you won't have any reaction after getting drunk?
The poolside not far away was still bustling with noise, and bursts of laughter drifted over, constantly reminding him of his surroundings and that someone could come looking for them at any moment.
There's nowhere to hide here, and we can't just leave like this, since Song Juelan's reaction is too obvious.
Seeing that Song Juelan showed no signs of calming down, Wen Zhi became restless, her gaze darting around anxiously.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered a place where no one else was around. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately grabbed Song Juelan's arm: "Let's go to the lounge."
Song Juelan slowly lifted his head from the crook of his neck, his burning gaze fixed on his face, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of his words, his voice low and husky: "Are you sure?"
Wen Zhi quickly stood up, afraid that others would notice them, and pulled Song Juelan along as they hurried into the corridor.
His plan was simple: he just needed to stay in the lounge until Song Juelan calmed down, then he could come back.
Fortunately, the others were having a great time and didn't notice that the two of them had slipped away quietly. They made their way through the corridor and arrived at the door of the lounge.
Wen Zhi didn't expect the drunkard beside her to open the door, so she stretched out her hand to Song Juelan, palm up: "Did you bring your key?"
Song Juelan's dark eyes were almost devoid of any clarity, but upon hearing his words, she obediently took out the key from her pocket and placed it in his fair palm.
The key turned once in the lock, and with a "click," the lock opened.
Almost the instant the door was unlocked, a long, slender hand reached out from behind, impatiently pushing the door open, while another hand quickly grabbed his waist, practically half-carrying him inside.
The door slammed shut with a "bang".
Wen Zhi's back pressed against the cold door panel, trapped between Song Juelan's chest and the door, as urgent kisses rained down upon her.
Her hot tongue skillfully pried open his lips, found his soft tongue hidden behind his teeth, and hooked it out without resistance, sucking hard until his tongue tip almost lost all feeling.
The lights in the lounge were off, and it was pitch black all around. The only sounds were their heavy, rapid breathing and the soft slurring of their lips and tongues entwining.
In the darkness, Wen Zhi gripped the fabric of Song Juelan's chest tightly, feeling insecure, as if offering herself to his embrace to make it easier for the fierce kiss to penetrate deeper.
He didn't know if it was because he tasted the alcohol on Song Juelan's breath, but his head became a little dizzy. His pale pink tongue darted out and intertwined with Song Juelan's, exchanging their breaths.
After the long kiss ended, his legs were too weak to stand, and all his weight rested on the arm around his waist. His lips and tongue were slightly numb.
Song Juelan's thin lips were almost touching, separated from his by only a sheet of paper, as if they might touch again at any moment.
Those thin lips, so close to mine, parted slightly, and a deep, magnetic voice came from beside my ear, slowly saying, "...I had a dream before, and it was about you."
Wen Zhi's rapid breathing hadn't calmed down yet. Looking into those eyes that were still bright in the darkness, she was piqued with curiosity: "What did you dream about?"
The hard chest pressed against her vibrated slightly, and a low laugh echoed in the darkness, inexplicably making Wen Zhi's heart tighten.
“I dreamt that you were here… and I made you look beautiful,” the deep voice replied.
"..." Wen Zhi's cheeks instantly burned, wishing he could turn back time and go back a few seconds to when he would never have asked that unnecessary question.
What's the point of talking to someone who's so drunk they're not even thinking straight?
He pursed his moist, swollen lips, regretted it for a moment, raised his hand, and pushed against Song Juelan's broad shoulder, trying to push away the wall-like body in front of him.
Recalling how obedient Song Juelan had been at the door just now, she confidently ordered, "Go over there and stay there by yourself. We'll go out when you've calmed down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him did not react at all. He did not move an inch, and his broad, hot chest blocked him, even pressing against his legs.
"You..." Wen Zhi's eyes widened slightly, somewhat doubting that the person in front of her was pretending to be drunk, and how could she selectively obey?
However, he quickly lost interest in whether Song Juelan was pretending to be drunk. His large, well-defined hand reached down, his long fingers closing in, instantly silencing him.
The large hand was very hot, with calluses on its fingertips and just the right amount of pressure. Even though Wen Zhi had no intention of doing anything at first, she quickly felt hot all over and her eyes became glazed.
Wen Zhi's drowsy head rested on Song Juelan's shoulder, her nose filled with his cool, refreshing scent. Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a moist, hot breath that tinged Song Juelan's earlobe red.
Finally, as his fingertips pressed down heavily, his back straightened slightly, and he trembled violently in Song Juelan's arms.
Just when I thought it was about to end, the large hand still didn't come out. Instead, it went around to the back and wiped something on its surface.
Wen Zhi's fingers, which were gripping Song Juelan's arm, tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She was filled with shock.
Where did Song Juelan learn all these things from?
Remembering that the party outside was still going on and that other people could come looking for her at any moment, Wen Zhi weakly pushed away the arm and whispered, "Don't..."
Even when drunk, Song Juelan's movements were very steady, with one hand firmly pressing on his waist and the other hand holding several more fingers.
His cold, stern face remained expressionless, only his breathing grew heavier, and the intense, dark desire in his eyes seemed almost tangible.
A thin layer of sweat had already formed on Wen Zhi's forehead, a few strands of black hair clung to her temples, her fair fingertips dug deeply into the muscles of Song Juelan's arm, and her delicate Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly.
Before his muddled mind could react, he had already been lifted up and placed on the iron-framed bed in the lounge. His body sank into the soft bedding, and he was thrust into amidst the cool, refreshing scent.
Song Juelan's movements were somewhat hurried, not exactly gentle, and her dark eyes were fixed on him, not missing any subtle expression on his face.
After the initial hardships, a storm began, and all I could hear was the creaking and shaking of the iron bunk bed.
Wen Zhi tilted her long neck slightly back, her eyes glistening with tears, and more sounds uncontrollably escaped her lips. Her fair heels unconsciously rubbed back and forth on the sheets.
Song Juelan leaned down, his hot lips kissing his face again and again, his slightly furrowed brows, his long eyelashes wet with tears, his reddened nose... he didn't miss a single spot.
The deep, husky voice remained steady, repeating "I like you" over and over in his ear, making Wen Zhi blush.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Juelan's large hand, which was gripping his waist, suddenly tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
Wen Zhi thought she could finally rest and breathed a sigh of relief. Her fair toes curled up impatiently, and her long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled. After waiting a while, she was surprised to find that it was not over yet.
He lifted his eyelashes and looked up blankly, only to find that Song Juelan's jawline was taut, his back teeth were clenched, and his forehead was covered in sweat, as if he was using all his strength to endure something.
After realizing what Song Juelan was enduring, Wen Zhi was immediately filled with shock and speechlessness.
Before, she had to compare herself to her "ex-husband" in everything. Is she now forcibly enduring it just to see how long it lasts?
In the end, all Wen Zhi could hear was sobbing. She wrapped her arms around Song Juelan's neck and kissed him a few times on the face in a haphazard way, trying to please him. Then she whispered in his ear to hurry him up.
Before Song Juelan could ask the question, he whispered in Song Juelan's ear in a trembling voice, "You...you're even more amazing..."
Song Juelan's black hair was damp with sweat, falling messily over his forehead, his dark eyes so deep they seemed to draw you in. Hearing his words, the corners of his lips curled into an uncontrollable smile of smug satisfaction, and his large hand gripping Song Juelan's waist tightened, his fingertips sinking into Song Juelan's soft, white abdomen.
After a long while, Wen Zhi was finally released. Her flushed cheeks were pressed against the pillow, her long eyelashes, still wet with tears, were trembling slightly. Her eyes were staring blankly at the blank wall, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
His moon-white shirt was soaked through, wrinkled and bunched up at his waist, revealing a section of his delicate and supple waist with obvious red finger marks on it.
His shimmering eyes blinked very slowly twice, then closed gently. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, making him want nothing more than to fall asleep immediately.
Song Juelan remained above him, patiently kissing the corners of his reddened eyes, gently wiping away his undried tears.
In the darkness, Wen Zhi heard that low, husky voice clearly ring out, with unprecedented solemnity, earnestly promising, "I will take responsibility for you."
"From now on, Xiaotang will be my child."
Wen Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened.
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Author's Note: Thank you to the author "Oranges Can't Have Seeds" for the two landmines!
Thanks to this is me and yiinnnnff for the landmine~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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