Chapter 63 Are you saving your strength to escape?
Wen Zhi, who had been avoiding eye contact out of guilt, was bewildered when she met those deep, cold black eyes because of this nonsensical question.
What is this person saying?
He never expected that after so many days apart, the first thing Song Juelan said to him when she cornered him in the bathroom would be this.
Her lips were repeatedly kneaded by that large hand, causing a slight stinging sensation, followed by a slight warming sensation. Her original pale pink lips gradually turned into an alluring crimson.
The thought of facing Song Juelan's wrath made Wen Zhi's heart pound. She decided that no matter what Song Juelan said, she would first try to play the innocent.
He blinked his long eyelashes a few times, trying his best to suppress the unease in his heart, and gave a sweet, gentle smile, his voice deliberately soft: "What are you saying? I already have you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the fingers that were kneading his lips suddenly increased their pressure, grinding heavily against his full, round lips.
Song Juelan's hard jawline tightened for a moment, his eyes dark and unreadable, it was unclear whether he was satisfied with his answer.
In the cramped, damp space, that deep, dangerous voice rang out again: "Is that so? Then who are you looking for at this social event tonight?"
Social event?
Wen Zhi paused slightly again, her eyes filled with even more confusion.
What exactly is Song Juelan saying?
Why do you keep accusing him of baseless crimes?
Although he was still somewhat wary of the imposing Song Juelan before him, he subconsciously muttered in defense, "I didn't..."
The fingers that had been roaming over his lips suddenly thrust one knuckle forcefully into his mouth, pressing down on his still-arguing tongue without warning, clearly not intending to let him continue.
A small surge of anger rose in Wen Zhi's heart; she wanted to bite that audacious finger, but she didn't have the courage.
Song Juelan's tall figure blocked him like a mountain, his aura like an invisible net, carrying a strong sense of aggression, firmly enveloping him.
She was completely different from the Song Juelan he used to know.
He had no doubt that taking a bite would thoroughly enrage the person in front of him.
So Wen Zhi obediently lowered her thick eyelashes, concealing the fleeting resentment in her eyes, and raised her soft tongue, like a small animal forced to show weakness when encountering a natural enemy, timidly and ingratiatingly licking the knuckles that had been inserted into his mouth.
Her soft, wet tongue traced the outline of her knuckles, thoroughly wetting them before lifting her eyelashes. Her eyes were veiled with a shimmering, watery light, making her look somewhat pitiful.
Song Juelan's cold face remained expressionless, but his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
And so it always is; Wen Zhi can easily make everyone lower their guard, as if she were the most innocent and pure person in the world.
Just now in the private room, Wen Zhi used the same demeanor to bewitch people and easily win the game.
It's one thing to fool one person, but Wen Zhi actually dared to use this appearance to fool others.
The fire burning inside Song Juelan grew stronger and stronger, and he wished he could swallow the heartless person in front of him whole.
She even came to the social gathering behind his back tonight. If he hadn't been here keeping an eye on her, she probably would have been hooked up with by someone else long ago.
To be precise, it can't be said that he was carrying it on his back.
Because Wen Zhi has absolutely no relationship with him.
I've done everything, but I still don't have a title or recognition.
Looking back now, since that so-called "ex-husband" never existed, the fact that Wen Zhi still refused to give him a formal title shows that she never cared about him.
Wen Zhi quietly raised her eyes to observe the expression on the face of the person in front of her, only to find that Song Juelan was not pleased by her flattery, but the pressure around him was getting lower and lower, almost turning into a tangible pressure.
His heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong. He licked his moist lips and took a small step toward the door without making a sound.
Given Song Juelan's current state of being on the verge of losing control, he is not suitable for communication at all.
The moment his fingertips touched the cold doorknob, his body was suddenly lifted into the air, experiencing a strong sense of weightlessness, and the world spun around him.
A strong arm wrapped around his thigh, lifting him up and hoisting him onto a broad, sturdy shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey! You... let go!" Wen Zhi's heart pounded in fright, and she instinctively wanted to shout to stop him.
The bathroom door opened, and the noise from the private room rushed in like a tide. He immediately stopped struggling, his cheeks flushed, wishing he could bury his face in Song Juelan's clothes.
But gradually, he realized that no one was casting strange glances at him, so he cautiously opened one eye and quietly peered into the private room.
Only then did they realize that there were only a few unconscious drunks left in the private room. The group of people who had been playing games earlier had left sometime earlier, leaving their things on the sofa. They probably just went out for a smoke.
Wen Zhi quickly seized the opportunity to plead in a soft voice, "Jue Lan, please put me down, my stomach hurts so much..."
This position placed his soft waist and abdomen against Song Juelan's hard shoulders, giving him the feeling that his internal organs were about to be displaced.
Song Juelan paused for a moment, bent down and put him down. Before his feet could even touch the ground, two strong arms wrapped around his back and knees, and he was lifted up in a steady horizontal embrace.
A princess carry was at least more dignified than carrying a sack earlier, so Wen Zhi wisely stopped struggling and hid her flushed face in Song Juelan's chest before he strode out of the private room.
The door to the private room was slammed shut, and no one noticed that a living person had been blatantly abducted.
On the sofa, He Jin, who was drunk and incoherent, opened his eyes a crack and slurred, "I think I saw... I saw Xiao Zhi being kidnapped..."
Ding Mingjun, face down in the sofa, slurred and mocked, "You...you've had too much to drink...are you seeing things?"
The two of them burst into silly laughter, neither of them taking it seriously.
A cool night breeze caressed the exposed skin, carrying away the surface heat.
Wen Zhi knew that they had left the chaotic bar and were on the street outside.
He just didn't know where Song Juelan was going to take him.
Surely they're not going to... take him to drown in the river?
Wen Zhi clutched the fabric of Song Juelan's chest tightly, her slender fingers turning slightly white, quite frightened by her own wild thoughts.
After walking for a while on the bustling street, the noise gradually faded away, and the surrounding environment became increasingly quiet, as if we had entered a private area with few people around.
"Ding-dong—"
A crisp notification sound rang out, and Song Juelan carried him a few steps forward. Immediately afterwards, a slight feeling of weightlessness came over them; they had entered the elevator.
After stepping out of the elevator, a beep sounded, and the door lock clicked open. Song Juelan strode inside, and the door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang.
Wen Zhi was still straining to hear what was happening around him when the strong arms holding him suddenly let go without warning. Caught off guard, he fell into something soft, seemingly a spacious sofa.
He was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, a tall body radiating intense heat pressed down on him, and cool, thin lips pressed heavily against his mouth, the deep breathing revealing the extremely unsettled state of the person on top of him.
Because of his supine position, his lips were unconsciously slightly parted, which made it easy for that hot tongue to push in and roughly sweep through his wet and soft mouth.
The kiss was filled with overwhelming anger, leaving no corner of his mouth untouched, even the most sensitive areas deep within his palate were licked intensely.
His hidden, wet, soft tongue was fiercely pulled out and sucked mercilessly until it became swollen and numb.
Wen Zhi hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, and her already clumsy breathing techniques were completely forgotten. After being kissed fiercely for a while, she couldn't breathe, and her clear eyes filled with a hazy mist.
When his grip on Song Juelan's clothes gradually weakened, he was finally released. His swollen, red lips remained open as he gasped for breath.
Once the fog in his mind cleared a little, he was horrified to find that the large, hot hand had already reached down and slipped into the fabric closest to his body, its five fingers suddenly closing in.
It was just a simple action, but it carried a strong sense of coercion.
Wen Zhi's body stiffened instantly, and her rapid breathing paused slightly.
Although he knew that it was normal for couples in a long-distance relationship to kiss and hug each other after being apart for many days, Song Juelan's current state seemed more like an act of venting his anger.
"Jue Lan, I... let me explain..." Wen Zhi propped herself up on the sofa with her elbows, her long eyelashes glistening with tears as she looked at the person on top of her.
Song Juelan hunched over him, his taut arm muscles undulating with the movement, his wolf-like black eyes locked on him, and he responded in a low voice, "Yes, I'm listening."
Wen Zhi was merely stalling for time; she didn't actually have a plausible explanation. She stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence: "I...I didn't mean to lie to you. Back then...it was you..."
Song Juelan herself treated him as a widow.
But before he could utter those words tinged with grievance, he was abruptly jolted by the sudden increase in intensity. All his sounds turned into a short, sharp gasp, and his pale, delicate ankle snapped into a straight line as he weakly kicked at the sofa.
"And then?" Song Juelan asked expressionlessly, seemingly wanting to hear him continue, but the large hand had already reached behind him and skillfully smeared something on his face.
His tone was completely flat, revealing no undercurrent of turmoil beneath, as if he had truly taken Wen Zhi's weak and feeble explanation to heart.
Wen Zhi's eyes were red-rimmed. She finally realized that arguing was pointless now, so she could only soften her stance and apologize in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I... I know I was wrong..."
His chaotic thoughts suddenly came back to him. Just now in the restroom, Song Juelan had mentioned some kind of social event, so he quickly clarified, "Besides... I've never been to a social event..."
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Wen Zhi's fingers tensed to their limit, her delicate neck tilted back slightly, and the process felt endless, as if all the surrounding air had been stripped away.
But then Song Juelan leaned close to his ear, his hot breath brushing against the tip of his ear, and asked in a deep voice, "Anything else?"
Wen Zhi dared not utter a single word. He even suspected that Song Juelan was waiting for him to continue explaining so that he could take this opportunity to punish him.
He... he won't fall for it again.
However, Song Juelan had no intention of letting him go. He gripped Song Juelan's waist and pressed him down hard. Suddenly, he spoke and asked the first question since Song Juelan entered the room.
"Didn't you say you were going to find your ex-husband?"
This was such a blatant accusation. After a few angry groans, Wen Zhi tried her best to defend herself, but her voice broke into a sob: "Waaah...no...I didn't say that..."
"This is what you wrote in the letter." Even though she already knew that her ex-husband didn't exist, Song Juelan was still furious when she remembered how she felt when she saw the letter, as if she had been doused with ice water.
Even if it were a person who didn't exist, just thinking about how Wen Zhi had once vowed to return to that person's side made him inevitably feel jealous.
Wen Zhi's black hair, damp with sweat, clung to her smooth forehead. Her long, wet eyelashes trembled, and her beautiful eyes were misty, yet she still shook her head: "I didn't..."
Song Juelan paused in his fierce movements, realizing something was amiss. His memory was exceptional, and having read the letter countless times, he immediately recalled its entire contents.
It seems that Wen Zhi did not actually say she was going to find her ex-husband; it was just his own assumption based on the context.
This realization calmed his anger slightly, but he still didn't intend to let Wen Zhi off so easily.
He picked up Wen Zhi's trembling body, wrapped her long legs around his waist, and steadily supported her as he strode to the French windows.
The icy touch made Wen Zhi shiver. She instinctively leaned into Song Jue Lan's arms, but then let out a whimper because of their close proximity, and her toes tensed up even more.
From inside the room, all that could be seen was Song Juelan's broad, upright back, his strong back muscles bulging from exertion. There was no way to see the person being bullied hidden in his arms. Two snow-white legs dangled weakly from his sides.
Wen Zhi could no longer feel the passage of time; it felt as if an eternity had passed, and she was still being pressed firmly against the glass.
Sweat dripped from Song Juelan's forehead down his hard profile and sharp jawline, landing on Wen Zhi's flushed cheeks, while the veins on his neck bulged.
Hearing his pleas for mercy, his dark eyes glanced downwards, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Like last time, are you going to leave me the strength to escape?"
Wen Zhi was too exhausted to argue. She scratched Song Juelan's sweaty back a few times with all her might, but couldn't even break the skin. Unwilling to give up, she lowered her head and took a bite of the hard muscle, which hurt her teeth instead.
A sliver of dawn peeked through the French windows. Sensing that Song Juelan wanted to continue, Wen Zhi raised her aching arm and tremblingly wrapped it around Song Juelan's neck, pressing her burning cheek against his and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Song Juelan listened quietly to every word, then pressed harder, her thin lips close to his reddened earlobe, and uttered a heartless sentence: "Didn't you say I wasn't that good? Looks like I didn't satisfy you last time."
Wen Zhi almost fainted.
That brat, why is he so vengeful?
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Author's note: Thanks to the "Go with the Flow" grenade~
Thanks to Xue Zhiqian, Yun Muqing, Pearl, Watermelon, ★Huhuhahei★, and Zhizhi's Landmine~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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