Chapter 56 Two long legs wrapped around his waist...
Wen Zhi stared at the four words on the screen in disbelief, her long eyelashes trembling in panic.
What's so interesting about this?
No matter what he said he was doing today, Song Juelan made him take pictures and send them to her for her to see, but she didn't know what was so interesting about it.
Although he missed Song Juelan after they separated, he didn't miss her to the point where he had to look at her every time she did anything.
Moreover, how am I supposed to show Song Juelan that I'm taking a bath?
Wen Zhi sat at her desk, holding her phone helplessly. Her slender fingers tightened slightly. She glanced at her roommates who were engrossed in their games, then looked down at her legs, which were clad in shorts.
Although no one else noticed this, he still felt a little guilty, wrinkled his nose at the screen, and hesitated for a long time.
After a long while, as if finally making up his mind, he reluctantly opened the camera, slowly extending the phone under the desk and pointing the camera at his two long, slender legs. His fingers curled unnaturally as he haphazardly pressed the shutter button.
Meanwhile, in dormitory 203, the three roommates were still gathered together discussing the gossip they had just heard.
Song Juelan ignored the sounds around him, his gaze fixed on the chat interface with Wen Zhi. His slender index finger tapped lightly on the back of the phone as he quietly waited for a reply.
When Wen Zhi's message popped up, he quickly glanced at it and habitually typed "Let me see." His eagerness to obtain more clues made him act without thinking.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, he suddenly realized something, hesitated, raised his eyes, and looked at the message again. His fingertips froze.
He belatedly realized that the message he had just sent was no different from being a scoundrel.
Just as I was about to withdraw, my fingertip hovered above the screen, but I hesitated to press it.
Even if he really wanted to see Wen Zhi take a bath, so what?
He had seen, touched, and kissed Wen Zhi's entire body; what was this little request compared to that?
Song Juelan could almost picture Wen Zhi's reaction when she saw the message on the other side of the screen.
Her beautiful face must have been burning red as she frantically replied to his messages while carefully avoiding Xiao Tang beside her. She desperately wanted to find the father of her child, yet she also had to deal with this one-night stand.
An uncontrollable, wicked pleasure welled up inside him; he wanted to see Wen Zhi in a difficult position.
"Brother Song!" Fei Kangcheng's carefree voice interrupted his thoughts. "We're planning to go upstairs to the hot water room to get some water, and while we're at it... hehe, let's see if we can run into that senior. Are you coming?"
The three of them had gotten so engrossed in their conversation that they decided to go upstairs to try their luck and see if the person was as beautiful as in the photo.
Of course, it would be even better if we could exchange a few words and become familiar with each other.
Song Juelan looked up from his phone screen and saw that his three roommates all had the same excited expression on their faces, eagerly awaiting his response.
“No,” he frowned slightly, showing no interest in the matter, then added as if remembering something, “I have a partner, you don’t need to call me for this kind of thing.”
No matter what that senior looks like, it has nothing to do with him.
The three roommates were taken aback at first, and then their eyes revealed undisguised envy.
Sure enough, only someone with impeccable looks and figure like Song Juelan can find a partner before even starting university.
"So Brother Song has a girlfriend!"
"Do you have a photo? What does he/she look like? Is he/she from our school?"
"It must be incredibly beautiful! Can we take a look?"
Song Juelan ran his fingertips along the back of his phone, realizing that he didn't seem to have any photos of Wen Zhi. The only photo he had of her was a group photo taken at the entrance of the swimming pool after the competition, which Wen Zhi hadn't sent him yet.
But he was still pleased with his three roommates' reaction, a faint smile curving his lips as he replied, "Next time."
The three roommates laughed for a while, exchanged a few more words, and then each grabbed a kettle and went out noisily.
Carrying a thermos of hot water around the dormitory on a sweltering day doesn't look like something a normal person would do, but the three of them didn't care because they wanted to see that senior.
After the dormitory door closed, the room returned to silence.
Song Juelan's wandering thoughts returned to her phone. Just then, her phone vibrated slightly, and a message popped up.
With just one glance, his expression subtly stiffened.
Wen Zhi actually sent a photo.
His body reacted before his brain could; his fingertips instinctively pressed down and quickly opened the photo.
Immediately afterwards, his breathing stopped abruptly.
The photo is dimly lit and somewhat blurry, suggesting it was taken secretly. In the center of the photo are two long, gleaming white legs, with a faint pink tinge at the knees. The skin resembles fine mutton-fat jade, radiating a delicate and warm glow.
The white shorts only covered the top of her legs, and because she was sitting, they were rolled up a little, revealing the delicate skin on the inside of her legs.
Song Juelan's eyes darkened instantly, his gaze fixed on the photograph, and his breathing became heavy involuntarily.
Almost instantly, he remembered the iron bunk bed in the swimming pool lounge, where those two long legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, swaying gently with each thrust, their soft, white flesh like flowing mutton fat jade under his palm.
Why did Wen Zhi send him this photo?
Didn't she already decide to abandon him and go find that persistent ex-husband?
Now she's so obediently sending him photos of herself right after taking a shower because she knows he can't find her, which is why she's so fearless.
Song Juelan's eyes were as dark as unyielding ink. With his eyelids lowered, his gaze lingered on the photo for a long time before finally pressing and holding the screen to save it.
On the other end of the screen, Wen Zhi, who sent the photo, was practically burning up, her fingertips were slightly hot, and she didn't dare to open the photo a second time.
He didn't even know what he was thinking, but he actually did it.
Perhaps it was because he felt a little guilty towards Song Juelan that he tried his best to meet her requests.
After the photo was sent, there was a long silence on the other end. Several tens of minutes later, the phone finally vibrated.
Song Juelan: [Very good]
Although it is only three words, it seems to contain a hint of ambiguity.
He Jin exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Zhi, why are your ears so red? Are you sick?"
Wen Zhi lay on the desk, burying her burning face in her arms, her voice muffled as she said, "It's nothing."
He lay there for a while, then sat up straight, rubbed his face which was so hot it could fry an egg, and decided to go to the stairwell for some fresh air.
In the dormitory hallway, Fei Kangcheng and his two companions dawdled around in the hot water room, filled up their water bottles, and wandered around for a while, but still didn't see the person they were hoping to run into.
Just as the three were about to leave with regret, a door not far away suddenly clicked open, and a head popped out, its black hair swaying gently in the evening breeze.
In the darkness of the night, that person's beautiful face resembled a meticulously painted scroll, almost as if it didn't exist in reality.
The three of them froze on the spot in unison, unconsciously holding their breath.
It wasn't until the door closed that the three of them snapped out of their daze, stood there blankly for a long time, and then floated unsteadily back to their dormitory.
In the dormitory, Song Juelan, who had been sitting at his desk just moments before, had vanished, and the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.
The three of them sat down at their respective desks and chatted about the visually stunning scene they had just witnessed, their conversation ending with some reflections.
"No wonder no one has ever been able to win over Senior Wen. What kind of looks do you have to catch his eye?"
After these words were spoken, all three fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.
Just then, the bathroom door opened from the inside, and Song Juelan walked out, covered in steam, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his firm and smooth upper body muscles.
Seemingly surprised that his other roommates had already returned, a fleeting look of astonishment flashed across his dark eyes.
The three of them looked up at the same time, their eyes instantly drawn to that perfect figure, their hearts filled with nothing but envy and jealousy.
At the same time, an absurd thought flashed through their minds.
If someone looks like Song Juelan, they might actually catch Wen Xuechang's eye.
However, the next moment, Song Juelan strode to his desk, turned around, and left them with only his back.
On his broad, upright back, several faint scratches that had not yet completely disappeared were clearly visible.
Three single people who had never even been in a relationship suddenly widened their eyes.
They all remembered that Song Juelan had said before that he had a girlfriend, so it was obvious who left these marks.
Unaware of the three gazes behind him, Song Juelan deftly put on his clothes, concealing the conspicuous marks and muscles on his body, then sat down at his desk and picked up his phone.
As soon as he unlocked the screen, the photo he had been looking at for a long time appeared before his eyes, assaulting his visual senses.
To make sure that the ten-minute cold shower he had just taken wasn't wasted, he quickly turned off the photo and scrolled up several times before he could barely calm himself down.
After sitting quietly for a while, he opened the photos of the three meals Wen Zhi had sent him that day, zoomed in on each one, found the store names on the food packaging, and continued to filter them using yesterday's method.
Unfortunately, the three restaurants Wenzhi ate at today are all large brands with chain stores in dozens of cities across the country. Their distribution is too wide, and no useful information could be found.
Song Juelan's eyes darkened slightly as he frowned in thought. He unconsciously opened the navigation app on his phone, scanning the map around his location. Suddenly, his gaze froze.
He discovered an interesting coincidence.
The three chain restaurants that Wenzhi ate at today all happened to have branches near their school.
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