Chapter 24 For the stars choose me
When Song Xingran kissed her, Wen Mu could smell the faint scent of tequila. His lips were hotter than she remembered, and his tongue pried open her teeth with an undeniable force.
She subconsciously raised her head to respond, inserting her fingers into his half-wet black hair, but was shaken by his sudden withdrawal.
"Have we reconciled?"
Song Xingran asked, his forehead against hers, his breath spraying on her slightly numb lips.
Wen Mu narrowed his eyes and saw the desire in his eyes.
She said nothing and tugged at the front of his shirt to pull him back, but he easily grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the headboard.
"Answer me."
"Have you made up?"
The nebula lamp on the bedside table cast mottled light and shadow on his outline, and Wen Mu saw the lingering water droplets on his eyelashes.
"Hurry up."
Her voice was a little hoarse.
Song Xingran chuckled, leaned over and bit her collarbone, not too hard or too light, just enough to leave a red mark.
The lips follow the neckline up and linger at the earlobe.
"No rush."
"We have plenty of time."
"Teacher Wen."
He held the name between his lips, inexplicably adding a touch of intimacy. Wen Mu's waist softened slightly, but he still turned his face away stubbornly, not answering.
Song Xingran was not annoyed. He slid his fingers from her wrist to her palm, interlocked their fingers and pressed them against the pillow.
"What are you looking at?"
He asked knowingly, his chest muscles almost brushing against her nose as he leaned over.
"Don't you want me to hurry up?"
Wen Mu raised her leg to kick him, but he seized the opportunity to grab her ankle. His thumb lightly scraped the sole of her foot, and she shuddered, her toes curling up.
His voice lowered, and his fingertips gently traced her ankle.
"One last chance."
"Have we reconciled?"
The silk sheets rustled as he struggled.
Wen Mu panted and glared at him: "If you don't want to make peace, then just ignore me."
silence.
Then, the man's expression changed, and those carefree and malicious smiles receded like a tide, revealing a rare grievance underneath.
He loosened his grip, pressed down on her, buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.
His voice was muffled, and the ends of his hair tickled her:
"I don't want to."
"I can't bear to do that."
The ending sound disappeared between the lips.
This kiss was more fierce than any previous one, as if Song Xingran wanted to get back all the restraint he had shown these days.
Wen Mu tasted blood.
I don’t know whose lip was broken, but the pain made the pleasure even more intense.
"Did you choose this dress yourself?"
Wen Mu finally understood what he was feeling. She tried to explain, but was interrupted by him sucking her earlobe.
"Such a thin waist."
"How dare you wear a skirt like that."
Each word was followed by a kiss.
Wen Mu turned into a puddle under the man and could only grab his shoulders in vain.
Kisses rained down.
Song Xingran looked at the black hair of the person in his arms scattered on the pillow in fascination.
“So beautiful.”
"My teacher."
Wen Mu had never known he could say so many lewd things. From the curve of her pelvis to the lines of her calves, every word he said left a mark, as if he wanted to carve a complete ownership of this body.
When she finally couldn't bear it anymore and covered his mouth, the man licked her palm viciously.
He held her hand, intertwined their fingers and pressed them on the pillow.
The moonlight slipped in through the gap in the curtains and then shyly hid in the corner.
Wen Mu vaguely recalled the first time he saw him at the racetrack.
That flamboyant and unruly man was now showing such an out-of-control expression for her.
Her vision began to blur until the sounds of her two heartbeats gradually overlapped.
"Choose me."
He whispered in her ear, his voice so soft it seemed like an illusion.
She has already chosen him.
From the beginning, her choice was him.
*
Sunlight danced across her eyelids through the gauze curtains. Wen Mu frowned and huddled deeper into the quilt. Suddenly, something heavy pressed against her waist. She opened her eyes abruptly, meeting a pair of smiling eyes.
Song Xingran looked at her with his chin propped up, two tufts of hair sticking up like the ears of some large dog.
"Good morning, wife."
Memories come flooding back.
Wen Mu's back tensed instantly, and the scenes from last night flooded into his mind.
She took the initiative to kiss him.
She took the initiative to pull his shirt.
She took the initiative to call him "husband".
“…”
"morning."
Wen Mu quickly turned his face away, his voice an octave higher than usual.
The silk sheets slipped down as she sat up, revealing the mottled red marks on her shoulders and neck. She pulled the quilt back and wrapped it tightly around her, her ears burning.
She never knew she could be so...
presumptuous.
Those bold actions seemed like they were done by another person.
Song Xingran sat up, his naked body exposed. He deliberately pulled the quilt down: "Teacher Wen, you are blushing."
"No." Wen Mu clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, "I'm hot."
A chuckle.
Warm fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to turn around and face him. The man's eyes were filled with amusement.
"Do you know how passionate you were last night?"
He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, "Here, here."
His fingers slid down and pointed somewhere through the quilt, "And here, all of them..."
Wen Mu slapped his hand away: "This is normal."
"Women experience this a few days every month."
"Yeah?"
"There's scientific evidence for this." She pushed up her nonexistent glasses, her tone as if she were speaking at an academic conference. "Women's hormone cycles cause fluctuations in desire."
Song Xingran raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
"Yeah." Wen Mu nodded, trying to maintain a professional expression.
"Okay then." He suddenly leaned closer, "I will definitely satisfy you every month."
Wen Mu's eyes widened: "That's not what I meant..."
Song Xingran had already rolled over and gotten out of bed. The morning light unreservedly outlined the smooth lines of his back, and—
Wen Mu turned his face away.
How can someone do this so early in the morning?
Spirit!
She covered her pounding heart with one hand and fumbled for clothes on the bed with the other, but only found a lonely sock.
Her eyes swept across the room. His shirt was hanging on the lamp, and her skirt was wrinkled and piled at the end of the bed. It was simply unsightly.
Wen Mu watched Song Xingran bend down and pick up an empty box.
It’s okay, just one box, normal level.
"I……"
Song Xingran picked up another box, it was empty.
Two boxes?!
The man bent down again, picked up the third box and shook it.
Wen Mu almost choked on his own saliva.
Three boxes?!
"Ah, so it's here."
Song Xingran reached his slender hand into the box and took out a pair of black lace panties. The dark stain marks were clearly visible in the sunlight.
Wen Mu was petrified instantly.
She pulled the quilt over her head, wishing she could disappear to the end of the universe immediately.
The man chuckled, "You told me to put it in here."
"You're talking nonsense." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.
"You forgot."
Song Xingran's voice was filled with laughter.
"Last night you said 'hide the tools.'"
Ms. Doctor, you are really drunk.
The blanket shook violently, and Wen Mu bit his lip in frustration.
I originally just wanted to drink to give myself courage to ask that guy when the cold war would end, but I ended up screwing up completely.
She swore that she would never touch alcohol again in her life.
After the rustling sound, a set of clean home clothes was placed beside the bed, including a cotton T-shirt and linen trousers.
"Change and come down to eat."
Song Xingran had already put on his jeans, and the belt buckle made a crisp sound.
"Don't eat pancakes anymore. I'll make breakfast for you every day."
The quilt was suddenly thrown back.
Wen Mu opened his eyes wide. She even said this?!
The man knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
The movement was so gentle that Wen Mu forgot to dodge for a moment.
"Wenmu."
His eyes were serious, almost affectionate.
"Let's not quarrel anymore, okay?"
Wen Mu's heart softened inexplicably.
Does this count as a quarrel?
Not really, I just ignored him for a few days.
"That depends on your performance." She tried to keep her voice calm.
"I will definitely perform well." Song Xingran immediately responded.
But then, he blinked again, looking pitiful.
"I'm going to Belgium for training in a month. Can you be nice to me?"
Wen Mu was stunned.
She had completely forgotten about it.
A strange sourness suddenly rose in her chest, and she attributed it to low blood sugar in the morning.
"Yeah." She finally nodded slightly.
The man's eyes lit up instantly, and he gave her a kiss on the face in the blink of an eye. Then he rushed out the door like a happy golden retriever, and the sound of his footsteps "dong dong dong" disappeared in the stairwell.
Wen Mu touched his hot cheek, where the touch of his lips still remained.
What the hell...
*
Ever since that night, Song Xingran seemed to have been suddenly invaded by some strange program, and he went from being a bad and clingy racing driver to a——
A good family man.
Every morning when Wen Mu woke up, he could smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen. Although most of the time it was accompanied by the sound of a spatula dropping to the floor, or the sound of the oven dinging, Song Xingran exclaimed, "Damn! It's burnt again!"
But at least he was trying.
He even learned to take her to work.
Wen Mu stood at the entrance, looking down at Song Xingran squatting on the ground tying her shoelaces. His fingers nimbly tied a knot, then he looked up and smiled at her: "Okay, Teacher Wen."
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
This is really, really weird.
This man, who used to be so arrogant and domineering on the racetrack, now picked her up and dropped her off on time every day. He would even wait for her downstairs in her laboratory, holding five glasses of iced Americano and handing them to his colleagues with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work. Please take care of my teacher Wen."
When Yu Mo saw this scene for the first time, she almost spit out her coffee.
"Has your young husband changed his personality?" She whispered into Wen Mu's ear and smiled mischievously.
Wen Mu swallowed his coffee expressionlessly and wanted to retort:
He is not small.
But she ended up saying nothing.
Song Xingran's image as a "good family man" completely collapsed one weekend.
Wen Mu had just returned from the laboratory. When he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of caramel, followed by a "click" sound, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.
She hurried into the kitchen and—
Stunned.
The whole kitchen looked like it had been attacked by a cream bomb, with white cream covering the walls, floor, and even the range hood.
Song Xingran stood in front of the cooking table, his face, hair, and T-shirt covered in cream, holding a crooked cake base in his hand.
The man's eyes lit up when he saw her: "You're back!"
Wen Mu: "..."
She took a full five minutes to digest it, then asked calmly:
"What are you doing?"
"Making a cake," he said confidently, even a little proudly. "It's my first time, so it's not bad, right?"
Wen Mu looked at the thing that could barely be called a "cake" and was silent for two seconds. Then he walked into the bathroom, wet a towel, and stood in front of him.
"Squat down."
The man squatted down obediently.
Wen Mu raised his hand to wipe his face.
"Why are you unhappy?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Don't girls all like sweet things?" Song Xingran let her do what she wanted with an innocent tone.
Wen Mu: “I don’t like it.”
Song Xingran: "What do you like to eat?"
Wen Mu held down his restless head and said, "Squat down."
The man stopped moving, but he kept talking: "Teacher Wen, you have to tell me what you like, right? Otherwise, how can I please you?"
She didn't need him to please her and act like he was pursuing her.
Wen Mu was annoyed by his pestering and said casually, "Chocolate."
Song Xingran's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
The next day, Wen Mu opened the door and ran into a "brown bear" with its face covered with cocoa liquid.
Song Xingran held up a plate of dark "chocolate lava cake" and smiled brightly: "Teacher Wen, would you like to try it?"
Wen Mu: "..."
From that day on, Song Xingran was forbidden to step into the kitchen.
Except in the morning.
Oh yes, the gasoline was also taken back.
Song Xingran went to pick him up in person.
When he came back, Gasoline was lying on his shoulder, his tail wagging like a propeller, looking very excited as if he had finally seen his dad.
"When it saw me, it almost cried." The man rubbed Gasoline's head and spoke in an exaggerated tone.
Wen Mu said expressionlessly: "Dogs don't cry."
"Really!" Song Xingran held the gasoline in front of her, "Look how wronged it is!"
Gasoline woofed and licked his fingers frantically.
Wen Mu: "..."
She seriously suspected that Song Xingran was talking nonsense, but it was undeniable that he was really good to gasoline.
I walk the dog every morning, feed it on time, and even comb Gasoline's hair. Although combing it often leads to the dog and me rolling around on the carpet, Gasoline's hair ends up even messier than before.
Of course, nine times a week, he never missed a single one.
Even in a variety of ways.
Countless times in the middle of the night, Wen Mu half-closed his eyes and asked him, "Are you done?"
Song Xingran raised his head, and his wet lips brushed across her cheek: "Not yet, Teacher Wen. We must meet the agreed number of times."
When will this guy leave?
It’s already been two months!
*
One night, Song Xingran picked her up from get off work and urged her to change clothes as soon as she entered the door.
Wen Mu hugged himself warily: "You bought it again?!"
Song Xingran was stunned: "What?"
"That, that something." She gritted her teeth.
To be honest, she didn't know where he got so many clothes like this. Some of them didn't even require fabric, just a few threads, but she still wore them despite his shamelessness.
If it weren't for his top-notch hardware, Wen Mu would not have been willing to do that with him just because of his crappy skills and torturous mindset.
Song Xingran looked at her fully armed appearance and gave her a vicious and evil smile.
"Teacher Wen, you are not serious."
Wen Mu: "..."
"I was brought here by you."
Now she can finally say this with confidence.
Song Xingran chuckled: "Okay, okay, I'll bring it."
"I won't change." Wen Mu hugged himself tightly, "You wear it if you want."
The man raised his eyebrows and said frivolously, "If you want to see it, I can wear it too."
Wen Mu: "..."
How can you be so shameless?
Seeing that she was really annoyed, Song Xingran quickly came over with a smile: "Oh, okay, okay, Teacher Wen, don't be angry."
He pointed to the bag on the sofa, "Just normal clothes, skirts."
Wen Mu glanced at him suspiciously: "What are you going there for?"
Song Xingran grinned, his eyes shining like stars.
"Play with me."
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