Chapter 68 Completely Immersed in His Aura...
Wen Zhi remained in that forward-leaning posture, extremely close to Song Juelan, their breaths mingling, almost able to lean back slightly to kiss him again.
The sudden crackling sound startled him, his long eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings, and he instinctively pulled back, putting distance between himself and Song Juelan.
He leaned to the side, his confused gaze passing over Song Juelan's arm to look at the other three people in the dormitory.
He Jin walked to the door, bent down, and picked up his water bottle that had rolled far away.
Ding Mingjun crawled under the table to tidy up his tissue box, which had broken in two.
Fang Wenxiu moved his chair back and picked up the book that had fallen on his feet.
All three of them looked normal, as if they had simply accidentally knocked things off their desks at the same time.
Wen Zhi asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
The three answered almost in unison.
"It's alright, it's alright!"
"My hand slipped, haha."
"My eyes were blurry and I couldn't hold it properly."
Wen Zhi blinked, then looked away, only to find that Song Juelan's arm was still resting on the back of his chair, his handsome face with its distinct features so close, his dark eyes fixed on him.
His eyes darted away for a moment, then he suggested in a low voice, "Let me take you home."
After saying goodbye to his other roommates, he pulled Song Juelan out of the dormitory and gently closed the door behind them.
After the two left, a long silence fell over dormitory 303.
He Jin took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart and broke the silence: "You...you all saw it just now, right?"
The other two nodded with mixed feelings.
"I never imagined that Xiao Zhi would actually..." Ding Mingjun stared at the tightly closed door, still somewhat unable to believe the scene he had just witnessed, "...to actually be two-timing..."
Just last week, Wen Zhi told them that he had started dating someone who wasn't from their school.
But just now, all three of them saw clearly that after Wen Zhi whispered a few words to that freshman, their lips touched without warning.
There's no more reasonable explanation for this than having two relationships at once.
"He's so foolish!" He Jin's tone was extremely heavy, filled with worry for Wen Zhi's future. "That junior is good-looking, but he doesn't look like someone to mess with. He's tall and strong, and he has a lot of muscles... What will happen if he finds out?"
Fang Wenxiu also frowned deeply, feeling that the situation was getting serious: "We absolutely cannot let that junior find out."
“Actually, you can’t blame Xiaozhi for this,” Ding Mingjun subconsciously tried to find an excuse for Wenzhi. “Knowing that he likes handsome guys with good looks and bodies, she still went around to him. It’s normal that he couldn’t resist.”
The other two expressed their agreement, feeling no remorse for Wen Zhi's actions, only deep concern.
In the corridor just a door away, as soon as Wen Zhi stepped out of the dormitory, a large hand took his hand, which was hanging by his side. The long, slender fingers, hot with heat, intertwined with his fingers without warning.
The dimly lit corridor was empty except for the two of them. The sounds of students laughing and joking could be heard from upstairs and downstairs as they returned from outside. Some dormitory doors were half-open, with light streaming through the cracks and casting long, narrow strips of light on the floor.
Occasionally, someone would hear footsteps outside, casually turn their head to glance over, and only see two slender figures flash by.
The cool night breeze outside cleared Wen Zhi's head considerably. She guessed that Song Juelan must have found her student card earlier than today, and turned to ask, "When did you find my student card?"
Song Juelan didn't hide anything from him, and tapped his hand lightly with her fingertips: "I found it the day you dropped it."
Wen Zhi slightly opened her eyes in the darkness. Thinking of her anxious waiting these past few days, she glanced at the man beside her with the corner of her eye, unable to express her anger.
"So...you knew all along that I was a student at S University?"
"Hmm." Song Juelan paused for a moment, then suddenly gave a cold, ambiguous snort, clearly still holding a grudge about something else. "I also know that you're planning to attend a social event."
Hearing the word "social gathering" from Song Juelan again, Wen Zhi paused for a moment before finally realizing that he was referring to the party on Friday night.
"A social gathering?" He frowned, also puzzled. "The person who took us there said it was just a regular party."
Song Juelan was slightly taken aback. He turned his head and looked at the bewildered expression on the person beside him in the dim light. His heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a low voice, "When you went there that day... didn't you think about looking for someone else?"
At that time, he and Wen Zhi had not yet established a relationship. He thought that Wen Zhi had deliberately gone to that kind of event. There were so many freshmen at that social event, and there might be some younger and more exciting ones than him.
"Why look for someone else?" Wen Zhi asked, confused and not understanding his words. She shook their intertwined hands. "Don't I already have you?"
As they spoke, the two had already reached a darker and narrower stairwell. The old motion-activated lights above their heads lit up with the sound of their footsteps, then went dark again after a few seconds.
In the instant before his eyes went dark, a force came from the hand that Wen Zhi was holding tightly, and with a gentle pull, she pinned him against the wall beside her.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar, warm touch pressed against his lips, and a hot tongue skillfully pried open his teeth, plunging deep inside and entwining with his soft tongue hidden behind.
After the deepest part of her sensitive palate was repeatedly licked, Wen Zhi's legs went weak, her fair fingers clung tightly to Song Juelan's shoulders, and all her weight rested on the arm around her waist.
Compared to before, this kiss was extremely gentle. Unlike the usual kiss where she wanted to devour him whole, this one seemed to want to completely imbue him with her scent from the inside out, lingering and tender.
In the end, Wen Zhi's mind was hazy. Apart from the two thin lips pressed together and the tongue that was entangled in her mouth, she could not feel anything. She really had the illusion that she was completely invaded by Song Juelan's domineering aura.
A crisp "ding" sound came from not far away, indicating that the elevator had arrived at this floor. The group of people walked out of the elevator chatting and laughing, their footsteps seemingly right next to their ears.
Although she knew those people couldn't see what was happening in the dark stairwell, Wen Zhi still felt a bit nervous, like she was doing something wrong. She gently clenched her teeth and accidentally bit her tongue, which was still sticking out of her mouth.
Song Juelan let out a soft gasp, clearly hurt by his sharp teeth, but he still didn't retract his injured tongue, and insisted on kissing him all he wanted, pinching his chin.
When the burning tongue withdrew from her mouth, Wen Zhi felt a slight soreness in her cheeks. After a couple of seconds, she closed her moist mouth.
"You bit me so hard." Song Juelan lowered her head, her forehead touching his, and opened her mouth to show him the spot on her tongue where she had been bitten.
In the dim light of the corridor, Wen Zhi could see that there was indeed a small cut on the tip of the bright red tongue, but fortunately it was not bleeding.
He gently blew on the wound twice, lifted his thick, long eyelashes, looked at the person in front of him with a pained expression, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
In that instant, it felt as if we had returned to those summer days, when Wen Zhi always spoke softly and gently, habitually treating those around her the same way she treated Xiao Tang.
Song Juelan stared intently into those shimmering, watery eyes, her heart pounding, her Adam's apple bobbing violently: "Your tongue doesn't hurt anymore..."
This obviously unfinished sentence left Wen Zhi blinking in confusion, intently waiting for the other person's next words.
However, in the next instant, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of the obvious bulge in Song Juelan's pants, which was quite conspicuous even in the darkness.
"..." He knew where Song Juelan was still in pain.
Wen Zhi's cheeks flushed a more vibrant pink. She tilted her chin slightly, avoiding looking at the thing that made her blush and her heart race: "Then... I can't help you."
He has classes tomorrow morning, so it's impossible for him to go out with Song Juelan now.
Song Juelan lowered her head and kissed the tip of his nose, then softly hummed in agreement: "Go back and get some rest."
Wen Zhi's cheeks were still warm from the heat. She fluttered her long eyelashes and asked, "Didn't I say I'd take you home?"
"That's enough." Song Juelan raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the moisture from Wen Zhi's soft, full lips.
If Wen Zhi were to escort him to his dorm entrance, he would want to escort her back, creating an endless back-and-forth process. It would be better to just have Wen Zhi escort him to the stairwell.
"Then I'll head back." Wen Zhi didn't insist any further, and gently smiled at him. "Goodnight."
"Okay, goodnight."
As footsteps sounded, the motion-activated light above his head turned on again. Song Juelan watched the slender figure walk up the stairs and disappear around the corner before he stepped downstairs.
On the way back, the corridor, which had been empty just moments before, was now filled with several boys who came out to get some fresh air or visit each other. Some of them even dragged a chair over and sat down in the middle of the corridor.
Wen Zhi lowered his head slightly and quickly passed through the crowd. Someone recognized him and was about to greet him when he had already disappeared into the distance.
The lips were still slightly hot, and I knew without looking in the mirror that they were probably a little swollen again.
He suddenly remembered that when he first kissed Song Juelan, he thought Song Juelan's kissing skills were too clumsy, not as intense as the kiss between the young couple downstairs in the dormitory.
It now seems that Song Juelan has made extraordinary progress.
Standing at the door of dormitory 303, Wen Zhi took a deep breath before pushing the door open and going inside.
In an instant, three pairs of eyes turned to him and locked onto him.
Wen Zhi's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the doorframe, confused. "W-what's wrong?"
The three of them turned their heads back in unison, and He Jin responded, "It's nothing."
Oh, so that's why Wen Zhi's lips are swollen.
It seems that Junior Song didn't do anything good after bringing Wen Zhi home that night.
Each of the four had their own thoughts, and the dormitory was quieter than ever before.
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The next morning, Wenzhi and her roommates hurriedly ate breakfast in the cafeteria and rushed to the teaching building for class.
This was a large class with hundreds of students. When they arrived at the classroom, most of the seats were already taken. They had to wander around twice before they found four empty seats next to each other.
Wen Zhi sat down in the innermost seat, propped her head up with one hand, gazed at the lush green scenery outside the window, and yawned slightly.
I hate going to early morning classes the most.
With some time before class, he blinked slowly a few times, then gradually closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow on his eyelids.
In my hazy state, I heard a commotion coming from the classroom door. The students around me were also excitedly whispering among themselves, their buzzing chatter like a swarm of annoying mosquitoes hovering around my ears.
Wen Zhi didn't open her eyes, but her delicate eyebrows were already furrowed in dissatisfaction, revealing a hint of irritation.
Gradually, the sounds subsided, becoming almost excessively quiet.
A hand carrying a familiar scent reached out and gently brushed aside his long, drooping eyelashes, while a soft chuckle came from above his head.
Wen Zhi suddenly opened her eyes and found a familiar, tall figure sitting in the seat in front of her. Song Juelan was turned to the side, a faint smile on his deep, handsome face.
A bottle of strawberry milk was placed beside him.
"Have a glass of milk to perk you up." Song Juelan's magnetic voice was low, and after a pause, he deliberately called out playfully, "Senior."
Meanwhile, He Jin and the other two standing nearby had complicated expressions, looking at their junior as if he were a vixen.
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Author's Note: Thank you to _CreamyKiss, My Cup is Full of Delicacy, and the user "Moon Slowly Rounding" for their help~
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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