Chapter 65 Give Me One
The pasta on the plate had gone completely cold, and the sauce had congealed into a dark film. The setting sun outside the window had quietly sunk, and the sky had faded from golden to grayish-blue.
Wen Zhi stared blankly at the swaying ceiling above her, her moist lips slightly parted, exhaling rapid and hot breaths, her tongue, which had just been released, not yet fully retracted from her teeth.
A moment later, the large hand gripping his waist suddenly tightened, the veins on the back of the hand bulging, leaving a clear red mark of five fingers on that delicate skin.
Their lips, which had barely parted, pressed together again, their tongues intertwined tightly, the subtle sound of water amplified in the extremely quiet restaurant, the surrounding air seemingly invaded by the other's dominant aura.
With her back pressed against the cold, hard dining table, which was both cold and uncomfortable, Wen Zhi could only hug Song Juelan's neck with her arms and wrap her long legs around his waist to minimize the contact area with the table.
But it couldn't hold on for long before it slid down a bit, collapsing back onto the table, shivering from the cold touch.
When the storm subsided, Song Juelan's large, warm hands gently supported his back, and he lifted him up in that position, striding towards the bedroom.
Wen Zhi rested her sweaty head on Song Juelan's shoulder, her eyes inadvertently glancing at the dining table where he had just lain.
The dining table was about two or three meters long, and the tabletop was cut from a single piece of white marble, making it look very heavy. However, just now, due to Song Juelan's waist swaying, it was actually moved back a few centimeters, leaving slight friction marks on the floor.
Wen Zhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly in shock, and her slender white fingers instinctively gripped the fabric on Song Juelan's back.
I'd vaguely heard before that people who swim regularly have good backs, but isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?
She was carried back to the bedroom, where the large bed in the middle was covered in a mess; it was the same bed Wen Zhi had slept on that afternoon.
Song Juelan cradled the person in his arms, bent down to toss the pile of blankets aside, sat down on the bed, and relaxed his back against the headboard. The change in posture made Wen Zhi hum a sweet sound, and her waist instantly became even more limp.
Seeing that the other person was about to continue, Wen Zhi immediately grabbed the hand that was clasped around her waist. Suddenly remembering something, she took a few quick breaths before speaking: "Where's my phone?"
Since being kidnapped by this guy at the bar last night, he hasn't had a chance to look at his phone. His roommates are probably frantically looking for him.
Song Juelan stared intently at his still flushed face, her chest heaving slightly. In the end, she reluctantly turned to the side, stretched out her arm, and picked up his phone from the bedside table: "I brought it in for you this morning."
Wen Zhi braced her long fingers on the taut abdominal muscles of the person beneath her to maintain her balance. With her other hand, she took the phone and quickly unlocked the screen with her fingerprint. Sure enough, she saw a large number of unread messages and missed calls.
He Jin and the other two drank a bit too much last night, and probably didn't wake up until this afternoon. The barrage of text messages and phone calls to him also started in the afternoon.
Amidst a multitude of group messages, there were a few voice messages from He Jin and Ding Mingjun, wailing and howling like banshees.
"Zhi! I think I vaguely saw you being abducted by a really tall person last night. Could that really be you?"
"I should have gotten up and taken a look then, ugh!"
Logically speaking, it's not unusual for an adult to stay out all night. But Wen Zhi disappeared in a dangerous place like a bar, and they even seemed to have witnessed the suspect.
Upon hearing the word "abducted," Wen Zhi subconsciously looked up at the culprit, only to see the other person staring at her calmly, without any sign of guilt.
Wen Zhi quickly lowered her head again, tapping her fingertips on the screen to reply in the group, saying that she had run into a friend by chance last night and stayed at her friend's house for the night.
He hadn't figured out how to explain his relationship with Song Juelan to his roommates yet, so he could only vaguely say that they were friends for now.
After the message was sent, several replies popped up in the group chat instantly, with exaggerated expressions saying that if he didn't show up soon, they were almost going to call the police. It's unclear what their emotional journey was like over the entire afternoon.
Suddenly, Song Juelan's deep, languid voice rang in her ears: "Your roommate?"
Wen Zhi nodded as she typed quickly, "Mm."
"Are they the two people who played games together before?" Song Juelan had a vague impression of the two loud voices and quickly remembered where he had heard them before.
The two people in the team who were very supportive when I first played games with Wen Zhi matched the voices coming from Wen Zhi's phone right now.
This time, Wen Zhi lowered her head even further, slowly put down her phone, and guiltily hummed in agreement.
Song Juelan's large hand caressed Wen Zhi's delicate waist. He recalled that he had clearly seen a group on Wen Zhi's phone with the name "303", but he had never thought of it as a dormitory group.
Thinking about it carefully, Wen Zhi had revealed more than just one or two flaws, and he had actually come up with reasonable excuses for each one, convincing himself time and time again.
Then, he remembered Wen Zhi's "child," who was also the person he once wanted to be a stepfather to—Xiao Tang.
After learning that Wen Zhi didn't have any children at all, he already had a clear answer in his heart regarding Xiao Tang's true identity.
Song Juelan's deep gaze locked on that beautiful face, harboring a wicked intention, and he suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with Xiao Tang?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Wen Zhi's soft body stiffen slightly, her long eyelashes lifted, and she glanced at him in a flustered manner.
The air was still for a moment before Wen Zhi, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered her wet eyes, fidgeted with her fingers, and whispered, "...He is my younger brother."
Although he had already guessed the truth, when he actually heard the answer from Wen Zhi, Song Juelan almost laughed out of anger, but he was more angry at himself.
He didn't see the obvious answer for the entire summer vacation, completely fooled by Wen Zhi's innocent and naive appearance, like a complete idiot.
Another long silence followed.
“Oh, little brother.” Song Juelan nodded knowingly, his tone calm and even. “No wonder you look so much like me.”
These words, which she often heard from others, sent chills down Wen Zhi's spine when spoken by Song Juelan, causing her calves to tense up as if they were cramping.
"Hmm...that's what everyone says." He forced a reply, unable to fathom what Song Juelan's true feelings were beneath his calm exterior.
Song Juelan's mischievous hand slid down her waistline and landed on Wen Zhi's smooth thigh, gripping it tightly. Soft, white flesh peeked out from between his fingers. He then asked, "Does Xiao Tang know about this?"
He was referring to Wen Zhi pretending to be a single father in front of him.
Wen Zhi immediately shook her head vigorously: "I didn't tell him."
Song Juelan paused, his lips stiffened slightly, and a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his mind.
These two brothers, one full of loopholes in his story, and the other without any deliberate pretense or even any collusion, managed to successfully deceive him and make him believe them without a doubt.
Having lived for over a decade, this was the first time Song Juelan had so profoundly doubted his own intelligence.
He is now only grateful that although he had the idea at the time, he did not have time to ask Xiaotang if she could accept him as her "stepfather". Otherwise, he would not know how to face Wenzhi's family in the future.
Song Juelan gently gritted her teeth, her expression showing a hint of resentment. The emotions that Wen Zhi had just calmed down were showing signs of resurfacing.
Before he could even make an excuse, Wen Zhi keenly sensed the danger. She immediately leaned over, gave his hard-lined chin a flattering kiss, then lifted her soft waist and sat back down weakly.
Almost instantly, Song Juelan's remaining anger vanished completely, but he still deliberately kept a straight face, his deep gaze fixed on the slender, soft body that was rising and falling.
Wen Zhi didn't have much strength left. She put her two jade-like hands on Song Juelan's well-defined abdominal muscles, moved around a few times for leverage, and then started to slack off.
"Zhizhi." Song Juelan suddenly murmured this familiar name, feeling the person in his arms tremble slightly. He paused for a moment before continuing slowly, "Why does Xiaotang call you that?"
"Um...because..." Wen Zhi's voice was broken, and she swallowed hard to catch her breath, "My parents call me that...so he just copied them..."
He never expected that this title would inadvertently help him conceal his brotherly relationship, making his impromptu lie even more seamless.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Wen Zhi, who had just planned to slack off, struggled to get up and continue.
Song Juelan seemed to have asked the question casually, and after receiving the answer, he nodded thoughtfully: "I see."
After an unknown amount of time, when Wen Zhi felt his waist was about to break, Song Juelan's breathing finally became heavy. He tightened his grip on Wen Zhi's waist and pulled him into the vortex once again.
Just when Wen Zhi was dazed and thought he had completely appeased Song Juelan, the world suddenly spun around him, and by the time he came to his senses, he had switched places with Song Juelan.
Immediately following, without any pause, came a storm a hundred times fiercer than the gentle breeze and drizzle before.
His pale earlobe was curled up by a hot tongue, sucked hard in his mouth, and then gently nibbled at with a hint of punishment, sending a tingling electric current through his body. Then, a deep, lustful voice clearly entered his ears.
“Gardenia.”
The name that only family members would use to address her suddenly came out of Song Juelan's mouth, causing Wen Zhi to tremble slightly all over, her skin burning up and quickly turning a beautiful pink, just like the flush on her cheeks.
For him, it was too shameful to have someone outside his family, who was several years younger than him, call him by his nickname under such circumstances.
But Song Juelan noticed his embarrassment and, as if playing a prank, deliberately called out several times, watching with satisfaction as Wen Zhi curled up under him, turning into a perfectly cooked shrimp.
As the final, out-of-control wave swept in, Song Juelan's low, husky voice, filled with malice and mockery, pierced straight into my ears: "If you like children so much—"
"Give me one."
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