Chapter 42
When Wen Zhiling came downstairs, she ran into Li Wan, who was coming upstairs, followed by Li Xu.
Li Xu looked at her with concern, her brows furrowed.
Li Wan shoved the bag into Li Xu's hand, "Put it on top of my cabinet."
He pulled Wen Zhiling downstairs, pinched her cheek, and rubbed away her tears, saying, "Oh, poor little thing, don't feel wronged, don't feel wronged."
She pushed Wen Zhiling to sit down at the dining table and brought out a small cake. "I heard about your situation on the way here, so I quickly went back with Li Xu to buy a small cake. Come on, sweets are the most effective. If you're unhappy, eating some sweets will make you happy. It's low-fat and low-sugar, zero burden, and tastes especially good."
Wen Zhiling instinctively wanted to say that she didn't eat sweets, but Li Wan was extremely enthusiastic, shoving a small spoon at her and her eyes sparkling.
Wen Zhiling suddenly couldn't remember why she never ate sweets.
The little cakes were delicious, and Wen Zhiling ate them all in one go.
The afternoon activity was picking strawberries at a strawberry farm.
Li Wan and Lu Siyi were both looking forward to it. The three girls sat in a row, passing their phones around and sharing poses for taking photos at the strawberry farm, determined to produce beautiful pictures.
"This funny pose is cute too, let's all three of us try it later!"
"Great, great! Look at this, it's hilarious!"
During the break, Wen Zhiling looked up and her gaze went from Zong Linhan, who was listening to music with headphones on, to Lu Qin, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Lu Qin knew about supernatural abilities and must have some understanding of the Bureau of Supernatural Investigation. She just didn't know if this was targeting her or Zong Linhan. If he had ulterior motives, the outdoors would be a good place to cause trouble or negotiate.
The strawberry farm is large, with plump, deep red, big, and fresh strawberries hiding among the green leaves.
Li Wan and Lu Siyi were the most energetic; their laughter could be heard from a distance, interspersed with Li Xu's dissatisfied complaints as she was being bossed around.
Lu Qin carried a basket, seemingly more interested in the size of the strawberry farm than the strawberries themselves. He walked quickly, and the strawberry farm was quite large. The cameraman, who was responsible for both Lu Siyi and Lu Qin, soon had to focus solely on Lu Siyi.
Seeing that Lu Qin was alone, she stood closer to Wen Zhiling. She and Zong Linhan looked at each other from a distance and made a tacit decision. Zong Linhan spoke to the cameraman slowly, and Wen Zhiling took the opportunity to catch up with Lu Qin.
She touched her waist, just in case, and Zong Linhan gave her a military-grade miniature stun gun specifically designed to counter supernatural abilities.
Lu Qin leaned forward, holding the strawberry in his hand and examining it closely.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around, and the two looked at each other. The next second, Lu Qin strode away.
Wen Zhiling was momentarily confused; why was he running away?
"I almost lost them again." A cameraman came running up behind me, panting.
At the end of the strawberry farm trip, everyone picked a lot of strawberries and took many beautiful photos.
On the way back, Li Wan hummed a song as she browsed through photos. Wen Zhiling chatted with them while also flipping through pictures, but her mind wasn't on the images. What exactly was Lu Qin's purpose?
That evening, Wen Zhiling went into the kitchen. Lu Qin took off his apron and handed it to Lu Siyi, saying, "I'm too tired today, you can do the rest."
He brushed past her, nodding and smiling, and probably no one could tell that he was deliberately avoiding her.
As night deepened, the villa, past midnight, was enveloped in peaceful slumber.
Wen Zhiling's room curtains were drawn, and a bedside floor lamp was on. She and Zong Linhan sat side by side on the carpet, talking about what had happened during the day.
Wen Zhiling hugged her knees, puzzled, "Why is he avoiding me?"
Zong Linhan twirled her long hair. "Perhaps we've achieved our goal and are taking measures to cool down the temperature. No rush, we'll just play it by ear."
Wen Zhiling dislikes the feeling of uncertainty, but there doesn't seem to be a better solution at the moment.
The long shadow on the wall leaned towards her, and Zong Linhan sniffed the top of her hair: "Changed your shampoo?"
"Hmm." Wen Zhiling grabbed a strand of hair and smelled it. "The previous bottle was finished, so we got a new one, citrus scented."
"Is it the same as the one you smell on me?" Zong Linhan asked.
Wen Zhiling hesitated for a moment, "It's about the same. I bought it on sale at the supermarket, and I only realized today that it tastes very similar."
"Hmm," Zong Linhan responded with an ambiguous tone.
His arm quietly wrapped around Wen Zhiling's waist, and he lowered his voice a little, "I've waited all night, but you didn't say anything. Baby, is it you who needs to bite me, and I have to offer myself to you?"
Wen Zhiling: "..."
"It's not impossible." Soft lips moved from the top of the girl's hair to her neck, giving light, teasing pecks with a flirtatious gentleness. "Where do you want to bite?"
Wen Zhiling stepped back a little, her thin lips immediately following, and her arms wrapped around her even tighter.
Wen Zhiling pursed her lips. "Actually, if possible, I'll try my best to restrain myself. I'm worried that if you keep indulging me, I might one day..." really hurt you.
"No, it won't happen," Zong Linhan said softly.
His eyelashes were thick and long, easily brushing against the side of her neck, sending a tingling, numbing sensation, like an electric current, and a ticklish feeling.
The rich citrus scent, the warm touch—every action was a silent temptation, threatening to drag Wen Zhiling down a path of rationality, plunging her into an abyss from which there was no turning back. His hand had somehow slipped inside her nightgown, brazenly caressing, lingering, and conquering her.
They had done many more outrageous things together before; their bodies remembered the absurd past and games better than their brains, and they instinctively wanted to cooperate. Wen Zhiling trembled, biting her lower lip to keep from making a sound. Her fingertips mischievously touched a spot, and her back stiffened, her toes curling slightly on the white velvet carpet.
Wen Zhiling's breathing was uneven, and tears were clinging to her eyelashes, making her look pitiful. She held onto Zong Linhan's arm, refusing to let him continue.
Zong Linhan was hardly a gentleman who could be easily reasoned with. His fingertips kneaded her skin, increasing the speed and force, enjoying the fact that Wen Zhiling wanted to resist him, yet she embraced him even more tightly. The very fact that her body couldn't leave him brought him overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction.
Late at night is not a good time to be rational. By the time Wen Zhiling realized what was happening, she had already bitten Zong Linhan's neck.
The citrus-flavored liquid flowed slowly down her throat, sweet and delicious. Her mind was satisfied, but his hands didn't stop, forcing her to indulge in an unprecedented pleasure. Her remaining rationality tugged at Wen Zhiling; she vaguely remembered she couldn't bully him, or she'd bite him and break him, so she reluctantly stopped biting.
"Enough?" His voice was hoarse, and his body was burning hot.
Wen Zhiling was covered in sweat, but the heat was nowhere near as intense as the burning heat of the person behind her. He clearly didn't have fangs, yet his kisses, pressed against her skin where she couldn't see, were even more ferocious. Wen Zhiling leaned back slightly, and in the dim light, her nightgown was stretched taut. For a moment, she didn't know who was bullying whom.
Zong Linhan seemed to be even more obsessed with things related to sucking than she was.
There was really nothing he could do. In the end, Zong Linhan carried Wen Zhiling into the bathroom, embraced her from behind, and kissed her passionately. The next morning, Wen Zhiling's inner thighs were chafed and sore, making it difficult for her to even go downstairs.
Li Wan spread out a mat on the terrace early in the morning to practice yoga, her movements were graceful and standard.
"Good morning," Li Wan asked. "What happened to your leg?"
Wen Zhiling: "I was so tired from walking around the strawberry farm yesterday."
Li Wan: "Me too, I'm doing some yoga stretches. There's a yoga mat under the table, let's do it together."
Wen Zhiling pulled out a yoga mat and began stretching, mimicking Li Wan's posture.
A mobile phone is playing a video directly in front of me, and the weather forecast says that the island may be hit by a super typhoon.
The typhoon formed at sea and approached the island, but things remained stagnant.
Lu Qin transformed himself into someone completely unrelated to what had happened before.
During the pottery workshop, Zong Linhan specially took the opportunity to make pottery with him alone. Covered in mud, he sculpted the clay and waited for Lu Qin to speak. However, he focused on making pottery, his fingers deftly shaping the clay, and an exquisite vase gradually took shape. Ignoring Zong Linhan's scrutinizing gaze, he smiled and said, "I learned a little bit before. You need to relax your wrist."
During the group rowing segment, Zong Linhan and Wen Zhiling tried their best to shake off the cameramen after this part of the recording and tricked Lu Qin onto the boat. They thought they would have a chance to confront him physically, but unfortunately, Lu Siyi appeared out of nowhere and happily boarded the boat with the cameramen.
However, no matter how unwilling one may seem, something will inevitably slip up in certain areas.
After returning from watching the sunrise that day, Wen Zhiling was writing a shopping list when she unknowingly fell asleep on the coffee table. When she woke up groggily, she saw Lu Qin carrying water and looking at her. He lowered his head slightly and left as if nothing had happened.
The program has a total of fourteen days of schedule, and in the blink of an eye, there are only three days left, and it is nearing its end.
Time was getting tighter and tighter. During dinner, Wen Zhiling and Zong Linhan exchanged a glance after hearing that Lu Qin would be heading abroad to participate in a project immediately after finishing his show.
The show is almost over, and the calmer the days seem, the more worried one is that an even bigger storm is brewing.
At this moment, the production crew informed us: "The typhoon will arrive tomorrow, and we're on the highest alert level. We need to make some preparations."
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