Chapter 30
Tomato and vegetable beverage, when poured into the mouth, has a sour and astringent taste.
The 500ml bottle was quickly emptied, leaving a small dent in the empty bottle. Wen Zhiling threw it into the trash can.
As she wiped the juice from her lips with a tissue, she bit her lip, feeling a slight pain that sent a jolt through her brain.
She returned to the living room to help hang decorative paintings, deliberately standing by the French windows. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her face, and her cheeks quickly flushed.
Li Wan was the first to notice something was wrong. "Xiao Wen? Your face is so red."
Wen Zhiling touched her forehead with the back of her hand, her voice weak and listless, "Did you get sunburned?"
Li Wan: "Come here, don't stand there doing it, the sun is so strong."
Wen Zhiling seemed to only then realize she was being exposed to the scorching sun, and walked towards the sofa with the picture frame in her hand.
Her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her lips were bright red, and her eyelids were slightly drooping.
Lu Siyi asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Wen Zhiling raised her head slightly, "I think I have a bit of heatstroke, I feel a little dizzy."
Lu Siyi: "Then stop what you're doing and take a rest."
Li Wan: "It's really too hot today."
Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Wen Zhiling returned to her room to rest.
She lay listlessly in bed, her hair plastered with sweat.
Wen Zhiling: "I'm fine, I'll be fine after resting for a while."
Lu Siyi sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand anxiously: "My brother has some heatstroke medicine on hand, I'll go get it for you. Please take care of yourself and hang in there!"
Her voice was hoarse and strained, as if she were seriously injured and on the verge of death. Wen Zhiling wanted to laugh, but she tried her best to hold it in. "Mmm..."
Her gaze shifted to the back, where Zong Linhan, standing behind Lu Siyi, chimed in, "I brought medicine with me; I'll go get it for her."
Wen Zhiling had informed the production team in advance about turning off the camera. After everyone else left the room, she changed into clean clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, and finished drinking the entire pot of water.
There was a knock on the door, and she said softly, "Come in."
The door opened, and Zong Linhan placed the water glass on the bedside table.
He glanced at the camera.
Wen Zhiling said, "I'm not recording."
Sunlight shone on the foil-wrapped pills on the edge of the glass. Wen Zhiling reached out to take them, but Zong Linhan pulled her wrist, and she leaned against him. The sweet and refreshing scent of citrus was intense and bright, as warm as the spring sunshine.
To avoid being captured by other cameras in the same room with the door closed, the room door was left open, with only the outermost door closed.
Rationally, Wen Zhiling knew that there was a high probability that no one would come in, but if she made a mistake, Zong Linhan's acting career would be over.
Wen Zhiling tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hand and slowly placed it on the side of his neck.
A pulse beat beneath her fingertips, the rhythm of life carried in her blood, and Wen Zhiling's fingertips twitched slightly.
Zong Linhan said in a low voice, half-jokingly, "Do you want the medicine or do you want me?"
She was held in his arms, her back to his strong embrace, the air thick with hormones.
Wen Zhiling raised her head slightly. Zong Linhan had a handsome face, and his simple smile was also attractive. His features were clear and refined, and his neck was fair and slender.
The intense sweetness of citrus tempted her to make a decision, but Wen Zhiling forced herself to turn her face away, saying, "Don't take the risk."
He whispered, "The suppressant won't work if you take too much. Why don't you take a couple of bites to satisfy your craving?"
Wen Zhiling didn't say anything, biting her lip tightly, and soon blood seeped from the edge of her lips.
Zong Linhan's gaze darkened slightly. The girl in his arms was burning hot, her cheeks flushed from the high fever, her skin porcelain white, and her lips tinged with red, like a beautifully blooming rose petal.
His long, slender, fair fingers pressed against her soft lips, forcing her to release them.
Zong Linhan's hands were beautiful; his slender fingertips pressed soothingly against his lips, easily squeezing between his teeth.
A foreign object suddenly squeezed into her mouth, its presence was strong. She didn't want to bite him, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself, so she gently pressed down on his probing fingers with her teeth and pushed them out with the tip of her tongue.
Wen Zhiling didn't realize that her two humming rejections were just adding fuel to the fire.
Zong Linhan hadn't expected that seeing Wen Zhiling suck his finger would elicit such a strong reaction from him.
The fingertips were damp, carrying the warmth of the mouth, and a soft little tongue licked the fingertips. The unconscious seduction, which seemed to want to resist, was more powerful than the strongest aphrodisiac, making one lose their reason and succumb to temptation.
Zong Linhan's eyes grew even darker, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingertips moved with increasing aggression, suggestively pressing and rubbing against the tips of his teeth, desperately wanting to be bitten through.
Wen Zhiling hummed twice, dodging Zong Linhan's hand. Her voice was soft as she patiently reasoned with him, "Stop fooling around. What if someone comes later?"
She's not exactly a person with a strong will.
Caught off guard, Wen Zhiling was pushed against the headboard by Zong Linhan, who buried his face in her neck and took a deep sniff.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his chest heaved violently; he was the one who was now thirsty and hot.
“Baby, don’t take the medicine,” Zong Linhan held Wen Zhiling tightly, his warm hands stroking her back, from her beautiful swan-like neck down her spine to her waist, his fingertips trembling slightly as he stroked her forcefully, eager to relieve the restless heat and unbearable desire.
He kissed her neck, his voice low and husky, with restrained breaths, "Will you bite me?"
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