Chapter 13 For the stars…
Wen Mu placed his fingers on Song Xingran's chest and could feel his heartbeat was abnormally fast.
She turned her head and asked softly, "Today, do you want it?"
Song Xingran's lips were still pressed against her ear: "Is it not possible?"
Hot breath.
It's so hot that it makes me dizzy.
Wen Mu explained calmly, "I'm a little tired today."
"You don't have to move." A warm big hand had already slid to the hem of her pajamas.
She held down the restless hand: "You are tired too."
The man chuckled, his fangs gleaming faintly in the darkness.
"Teacher Wen."
"Do you have some misunderstanding about the physical strength of racing drivers?"
No misunderstanding.
She simply doesn't understand.
His hand moved upwards, sliding across her delicate skin bit by bit.
The WeChat ringtone suddenly rang.
The two of them froze at the same time. Song Xingran made an unhappy "tsk" sound and released his grip.
Wen Mu fumbled to answer the phone.
"Xiao Wen, I need to trouble you with some urgent literature research." It was Gao Chonghua calling. "There's a new paper on exoplanet atmospheres published in Europe, and the expert group will need it tomorrow."
"Okay, Teacher Gao, I'll handle it now." Wen Mu agreed without hesitation.
"Oh, one more thing." Gao Chonghua added, "Tomorrow we're leaving for Lenghu to participate in the site selection survey for the astronomical station. Don't forget to bring cold-weather gear."
Wen Mu was stunned and subconsciously looked in the direction of Song Xingran.
The room was too dark, and without her glasses, she could only vaguely make out a tall figure standing beside the bed. The dim light from her phone revealed his tense jawline, and the air seemed frozen.
"Xiao Wen? Are you still listening?"
"Okay, Teacher Gao, I understand." Wen Mu quickly came back to his senses.
The phone was hung up and the bedroom fell into deeper silence.
The man stood there with his arms folded across his chest, like a cold sculpture.
Wen Mu asked tentatively: "Did you hear everything?"
No response.
"Tonight's a temporary mission, and tomorrow's was agreed upon beforehand."
"I can't help it."
The silence weighed on my chest like a substance.
Wen Mu picked up the computer and said, "Go to bed early. I'll go downstairs and not disturb you."
Just as he passed by Song Xingran, he was suddenly hugged back by the waist.
Her arms tightened like an iron hoop, and the man's voice muffled in her shoulder: "Don't go downstairs, do it here."
Wen Mu was helpless and gently patted his arms locked in front of his chest: "Okay."
The blue light from the laptop was particularly glaring in the darkness. She put on her glasses and glanced back. Song Xingran lay on the bed with his back to her, the quilt forming a stubborn curve.
She dimmed the screen and began to focus on her work.
The only sounds in the room were the occasional tapping of a keyboard and the hum of the air conditioner. Wen Mu would sometimes frown in thought, sometimes quickly taking notes, completely immersed in the world of academia.
It was not until she saved the last document that she realized it was already one o'clock in the morning.
After turning off the computer, Wen Mu tiptoed onto the bed.
The man was so tall that he took up most of the two-meter-wide bed.
She curled herself up at the edge of the bed and carefully pulled up a corner of the quilt to cover herself.
The air conditioner temperature was too low, and she couldn't help shivering and curling up tighter.
"Teacher Wen, are you a tortoise?"
Wen Mu was stunned: "You, are not asleep?"
A quilt was thrown at him: "How can I sleep when you are typing so loudly?"
She already said she was going downstairs, what else do you want? She's so hard to please.
Wen Mu wrapped the quilt tightly around him: "I'll go downstairs next time."
"How many days will you be gone?"
"Probably a week or two."
Song Xingran sneered: "Humph, abandoning your new husband and walking away."
He rolled over to face her, his eyes shining in the night.
"Teacher Wen, you are so cruel."
A trace of guilt rose in my heart.
How should I put it? This marriage was forced upon her, but she had to leave within a day of moving into the new home. It really wasn't right.
Even if she took a step back, she would at least coax the third young master until the new building was completed.
"I haven't thought it through." She said softly, hesitated for a moment, and put her hand on the man's shoulder. "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."
"Okay?"
There was no ripple in the voice, but it was surprisingly soft.
Song Xingran didn't answer.
Wen Mu withdrew her hand and closed her eyes in silence. She didn't know how long it had been before she felt the mattress beside her sink slightly—the man leaned over silently, his arm across her waist, his breath on the back of her neck.
"What is the altitude of Lenghu?" he asked suddenly.
"Three thousand and two."
"Difference in temperature between day and night?"
"Twenty degrees maximum."
"Cell phone signal?"
“Only the observatory has a base station.”
After a series of questions and answers, Song Xingran's arms tightened a little: "Send a message every day. It's not a request, it's an order."
"Otherwise my mother will worry."
Wen Mu raised the corner of his mouth silently: "Yeah."
"I get to choose the gift."
"Um."
The man's nose brushed against her hair: "Go to sleep. If you snore at night, I will kick you off."
"I definitely will."
Then, he hugged her tighter.
This guy, really.
*
Wen Mu got out of the Ferrari and glanced at the man who was shaking beside him.
Song Xingran had been clamoring to take her to school early in the morning. If he hadn't been dressed relatively modestly today, she would never have agreed to ride in this flashy sports car to school.
Several professors and students were already standing at the school gate, all wearing windbreakers and hiking boots.
Wen Mu walked quickly towards Gao Chonghua, his dark blue windbreaker standing out among the group of middle-aged people.
"Teacher Gao."
"Hey, Xiao Wen is here." Gao Chonghua pushed up her glasses and her eyes fell on the young man behind her. He was wearing a white T-shirt and light-colored jeans, his hair casually combed to a slightly messy look, looking like a college student.
"Xiao Wen, is this your brother?"
Before Wen Mu could speak, Song Xingran stepped forward and extended his hand: "Hello, Professor Gao. My name is Song Xingran, you can just call me Xiao Song."
"I am Wen Mu's husband."
The air froze for a second.
Wen Mu closed his eyes.
This day has finally come.
"Oh! Xiao Wen is married?"
"When did it happen?"
"What a spirited young man!"
“What a perfect match!”
Amidst the professors' flurry of blessings, Gao Chonghua was the first to react, his face showing shame: "Xiao Wen, are we disturbing your wedding?"
"No, Professor." Song Xingran smiled harmlessly. "Wen Mu has always said that this research is very important."
"She just has a bad stomach and is prone to motion sickness. I'm worried she might get altitude sickness. So I'm a little worried."
Gao Chonghua immediately patted Wen Mu on the shoulder and said, "You can go back after the basic measurement is completed. We will do the data analysis."
Then she sighed to Wen Mu, "Xiao Wen, your husband is so considerate."
"Thank you, Professor Gao." Song Xingran answered again, with pride in his eyes and eyebrows.
Wen Mu kept smiling politely throughout, then turned around and glared at Song Xingran.
But the other person came over and kissed her forehead in front of everyone: "Come back soon, wife."
"Oh, what a sweet couple!" The professors burst into laughter.
Wenmu: "..."
Isn't this different from what we agreed?!
*
The Lenghu Observatory was even more desolate than she'd imagined. At an altitude of 3,200 meters, the thin air caused Wen Mu to vomit three times on her first day. She gritted her teeth as she debugged the star locator, her fingers numb from the cold as she recorded the data.
The phone vibrated in my pocket.
Wen Mu took out a message from Song Xingran:
Lgnis: [Still alive?]
Jupiter: [[Location screenshot]]
Lgnis: [Did you vomit?]
Wen Mu hesitated for a moment.
Jupiter: [No.]
After sending this message, she turned around and started retching while hugging the trash can.
When he returned to the temporary dormitory in the evening, Wen Mu remembered the "daily news" that Song Xingran had requested.
She took out the photos of the equipment she had taken during the day and sent them over:
Jupiter: [Image]
Lgnis: [What is this?]
Half an hour later.
Jupiter: [The CCD camera we debugged today has a quantum efficiency of 90%.]
Reply immediately.
Lgnis: [Please, Mr. Wen. I'm a poor student. Can you please be a little considerate of me?]
Half an hour later.
Jupiter: [The stars are very clear.]
Reply immediately.
Lgnis: [Oh]
On the evening of the third day, Wen Mu was debugging the spectrometer when he suddenly felt dizzy.
She leaned against the wall for a while, then took out her phone and saw three unread messages:
Lgnis: [Have you eaten?]
Lgnis: [?]
Lgnis: [Teacher Wen has lost contact again? ]
She took a photo of the lunch box and sent it over:
Jupiter: [Image]
Jupiter: [Beef stew with potatoes.]
Lgnis: [That's it?]
Jupiter: [Supplies on the plateau are limited.]
On the morning of the fifth day, he did not send a good morning message.
Wen Mu hesitated for a moment, then posted a photo of the sunrise:
Jupiter: [Image]
Jupiter: [It’s a nice day today.]
There was no reply until the evening.
Lgnis: [Hmm]
For the next two days, the dialog box was completely silent.
Wen Mu glanced at his phone before going to bed, and his brows unconsciously frowned.
"Xiao Wen, drink some glucose." Gao Chonghua handed her the thermos cup and shook his head at her pale face. "You can go back after the measurement is finished tomorrow. We will take care of the rest."
"I can hold on."
"Don't be so stubborn," Professor Zhang from the group interrupted, "Professor Gao is right, your body really can't handle it."
Wen Mu opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't refute.
*
Wen Mu felt like he was swimming in magma.
My skin was burning hot, every breath felt like swallowing a razor blade, my throat was so dry I couldn't make a sound. It felt like a construction crew was hammering away inside my head, and even opening my eyelids was impossible.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The distant knock on the door seemed to come from another universe.
The sound grew louder and louder, finally turning into the metallic friction sound of a key turning in the door lock.
She heard footsteps coming closer and closer, and finally stopped beside the bed.
Wen Mu tried hard to open his heavy eyelids, but all he could see was a blur of darkness.
A cool hand touched her forehead, the touch so pleasant that she wanted to sigh. The hand quickly withdrew, and the footsteps faded away again.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water dripping was heard, and a cold, wet towel was placed on her forehead.
She rubbed herself up unconsciously, like a comforted cat.
So comfortable.
She was about to fall asleep again.
Just before consciousness faded, a whiff of mint scent entered my nostrils.
Clear, familiar, and reassuring.
When I opened my eyes again, the headache was a little relieved, but the dizziness was still there.
Wen Mu propped himself up and sat up, and the simple wooden house gradually came into focus.
The door hinge creaked, and a tall figure stood against the light.
"woke up?"
The man leaned against the door frame, sunlight streaming in from behind him, outlining the silhouette of his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
The door frame of the wooden house was already low, and he stood there, almost blocking the entire entrance, like a wild beast that had strayed into a human residence.
Wen Mu blinked and took a full five seconds to react.
Song Xingran really appeared at a plateau observation station at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters.
"You, why..." Her voice was hoarse.
Song Xingran took a few steps to the bedside and put his index finger against her lips: "Don't talk yet."
He turned around and poured a cup of warm water, carefully cooled it, and handed it to her mouth, "Drink."
The warm water moistened my throat and the burning sensation was relieved a little.
He tried again: "Why are you here?"
"If I don't come, your parents will call the police." Song Xingran crossed his arms and said in a bad tone, "You didn't even tell your parents that you were safe when you went away. What do you want?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "your parents" and said, "The elderly can't go out, so I'm the only one doing the hard labor."
Wen Mu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry."
There was a knock on the door at the right time.
Song Xingran went to open the door, and Gao Chonghua's voice came from outside: "Xiao Song, you arrived only in the early hours of last night, right? You must have worked hard. Are you used to it? Do you have any altitude sickness?"
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Professor."
"Wen Mu's fever has subsided. I just gave her some medicine."
"That's good, that's good. Thanks for arriving in time. Xiao Wen's fever was over 39 degrees last night, which scared us."
Wen Mu listened in a daze.
It turns out that last night was not a dream.
Those cool hands, the wet towel, and the minty scent...
It's all true.
After sending Gao Chonghua away, Song Xingran resumed his jerkish demeanor and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "What kind of physical fitness are you? How come you can't even compare to an elderly person?"
What a joke! Professor Gao Chonghua was a city-level swimming champion when he was young. She is at most a city-level champion for staying up late.
"Everyone's physique is different." Wen Mu said helplessly.
The man snorted disdainfully, then suddenly leaned closer with a wicked smile on his face: "Teacher Wen, can someone like you withstand me?"
Wen Mu raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes behind the glasses were calm and unwavering: "How do you know I can't stand it?"
She pushed her glasses down slightly, "Are you awesome?"
Her tone was calm, and it didn't even sound like she was being provocative.
Although the hardware seems to be OK, it can only be used for an hour at most a night.
Most men can't reach this level, right?
Although she had never been in a relationship, she was always open to gossip. Back in Zurich, she heard the most about which men were good and which men were generally bad.
Song Xingran's expression changed instantly.
He slowly straightened up, like a provoked wolf, his pupils contracted into a thin line in the sunlight, and his fingers stroked her cheek, which was still a little red from the fever just subsiding.
"You'll know if I'm powerful or not if you try."
Wen Mu met that dangerous look and silently shrank back.
*
Night fell on the plateau unexpectedly.
In the simple wooden house, the only kerosene lamp swayed on the windowsill, casting the shadows of the two people on the wooden wall, entangled into a blurry outline.
Wen Mu forced himself to wipe himself and change into clean pajamas that afternoon. Although he was still a little weak, he was much more alert.
She leaned against the headboard, watching Song Xingran move around in the small space. This man was so tall that he had to be careful to avoid the chandelier when turning around in the wooden house.
"What are you looking at?" Song Xingran noticed her gaze and deliberately shook the pills in his hand, "Take the medicine."
Wen Mu swallowed the pills obediently and just as he lay down, he heard the sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
The kerosene lamp was blown out and the mattress beside me sank deeply.
The bed was too small. As soon as Song Xingran got on, his hot body pressed against her back. A strong arm was across her waist, locking her tightly in his arms.
"Do you have to hold me?"
"You think I want to hug you?" Hot breath sprayed on her hair. "If I don't come to your side, I will fall."
It seems to make some sense.
Wen Mu let out a soft "oh" and stopped moving.
In the darkness, the senses are infinitely magnified.
The man's breath hit the back of her neck, causing a small shudder. Wen Mu tried to move forward, trying to escape the annoying heat, but the arm around her waist suddenly tightened.
"Don't move." Song Xingran's voice became a little hoarse again.
Wen Mu froze.
She could clearly feel the chest pressing against her back, and her heart was beating fast and heavy, like a trapped beast.
After a few minutes, Wen Mu couldn't stand the numbness on the back of his neck anymore and tried to move forward again.
The man simply turned over, placed his arms beside her ears, and completely enveloped her under him.
The two people's breathing intertwined in the darkness, one light and one heavy, one fast and one slow.
Wen Mu looked up at the pair of eyes so close to him. Even in the darkness, they were surprisingly bright, like stars filled with energy.
"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked softly.
No answer.
Wen Mu raised his hand to touch his forehead, but his wrist was grabbed and pressed against the pillow. Song Xingran's body temperature was frighteningly high, and his palm was damp and hot.
"I infected you?"
There was no trace of lust in her eyes, as if she was really only concerned about his body.
After a long silence, the man suddenly buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath.
A faint scent of jasmine filled his nostrils - it was the shower gel she used at home. He had seen the bottle of light green liquid in the bathroom.
This posture allowed Wen Mu to clearly feel the difference in their body sizes.
Song Xingran was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
She gently pushed his shoulder: "Song Xingran."
"I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Don't move." Song Xingran's voice was muffled in her neck, and his muscles were tense like a fully drawn bow.
"Stop moving around."
In a trance, Wen Mu felt something and his pupils dilated slightly.
The man raised his head and looked at her in the dim moonlight.
Wen Mu had never seen such an aggressive look in his eyes before, as if he was going to eat her whole in the next second.
"Do you understand now?" His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Teacher Wen." He called her softly.
"Do you know why we seal the engine before a race?"
Wen Mu shook his head.
She didn't know anything about racing, and she didn't know why Song Xingran asked this question now - in such an awkward and unfamiliar situation.
"because,"
"If you overheat it, it will explode."
“Just like I am now.”
"Aren't you going to put out the fire for me?"
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Childhood sweetheart | Male crush | Daily life
■The timid girl with a wild heart fights for the handsome guy she has a crush on
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Xu Jiu has a cool and handsome neighbor named Chen Jiayue.
He has an infuriatingly handsome face, but he does all kinds of immoral things that make her blood pressure soar.
If her best friend hadn't fallen for his brother and asked her to be the middleman, she would have already thrown a barrage of left and right hooks at that handsome face.
Xu Jiu secretly raised her eyes and looked at the tall boy who was queuing to buy her ice cream.
Well, she couldn't reach it.
Xu Jiu thought that this chaotic life would last forever.
Until the day her brother went abroad, she sat on the steps at the door of her house and sighed for her best friend's love.
A pair of limited-edition sneakers stopped before her. Looking up, she saw straight, long legs. Further up, beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Chen Jiayue's deep brows raised lazily.
"So sad?"
Xu Jiu: No more nonsense! What will happen to her bestie now that she's gone?
"Want to fall in love?"
Xu Jiu: Although the topic changed a bit quickly, I still nodded honestly.
The next second, Chen Jiayue knelt on one knee in front of her, stretched out his long arms, trapped her between the door and his arms, and asked nonchalantly:
"Wild flowers are not as fragrant as domestic flowers."
"Xu Xiaojiu, what do you think of me?"
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Chen Jiayue has been very troubled recently.
Not only could Xiao Qingmei not tell that he liked her, but she also suspected that he was interested in his brother.
How can this be tolerated?
He finally took advantage of his rival's absence and used his beauty and strength to coax and deceive his way into a status.
Not long after, the guy who was supposed to be on the other side of the ocean was carrying his luggage and grinning at him at his doorstep.
Chen Jiayue: “…”
So should he abdicate now and secretly become her lover?
It seems that it is not impossible.
Shit, he felt like he was going crazy.
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