Chapter Forty Services
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Wen Zhuo stood there stunned, his anger from just moments before dissipated by Wen Zhaoye's sudden attack.
What nonsense is he talking about? For the first time, Wen Zhuo wondered if she was hard of hearing. She patted her head in disbelief, then turned around and tugged at Wen Zhaoye's face.
Did you just speak?
Wen Zhaoye's eyes followed her movements, and upon hearing her words, he replied, "I said, I agree."
Wen Zhuo shouted, "You're my brother!!"
Wen Zhaoye raised his arm, staring at his movements, and quickly protected his cheek. Wen Zhaoye's lips curled up, and he pinched the end of Wen Zhuo's hair that was sticking up.
"Why are you so excited?" After convincing himself with some absurd reasons, Wen Zhaoye seemed to be invincible in spirit. He was just going along with his sister, which was normal for an older brother.
Wen Zhuo slapped his hand away, took a big step back, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I was just saying it in anger."
Wen Zhaoye was still smiling, but his eyes seemed a little colder. He took two steps forward, closing the distance between them again: "I've taken it seriously."
He said slowly, "I am your brother, the person who knows you best in this world."
"You don't need to find another person to play another important role in your life."
Wen Zhuo's voice was hoarse. She hadn't intended to look for one. Who would look for a boyfriend at a male model shop? She only wanted someone clean!
She was completely enveloped by Wen Zhaoye's aura. She had never felt that he was so aggressive before, and Wen Zhuo couldn't help but avoid his embrace.
Trying to awaken Wen Zhaoye's conscience: "Brother, why don't you calm down?" Wen Zhuo began to firmly believe that Wen Zhaoye had been driven mad by her.
He lowered his eyes, his dark eyes looking directly at Wen Zhuo, and saw the rejection in her eyes.
Wen Zhaoye's black hair brushed against Wen Zhuo's forehead. She seemed uncomfortable with the distance and was frowning and looking down to avoid it.
Why?
She was the one who invited you, she was the one who made the request, so why did you go back on your word after you agreed?
fraud.
Wen Zhaoye lifted a strand of Wen Zhuo's hair, thinking to himself, and then lowered his head.
Wen Zhuo's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils trembling. The familiar scent enveloped her entire body. Wen Zhaoye's slender fingers gripped her waist firmly. Wen Zhuo was slowly and deliberately licking her lips, and she didn't react for a moment.
It wasn't until Wen Zhaoye pinched the soft flesh on her waist that the tingling sensation, rather than a stinging pain, felt like an electric shock piercing her brain.
Wen Zhaoye was kissing her.
Wen Zhaoye was fully conscious as he kissed her.
Her mind seemed to suddenly freeze; she couldn't understand this simple sentence.
"What are you daydreaming about? Still thinking about male models?" Wen Zhaoye's displeased voice rang out. He pinched Wen Zhuo's waist again, feeling the skin under his hand tremble once more.
Wen Zhuo finally pulled herself back to the absurd scene. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on the lips that were pressed against her but hadn't gone any further, while forcefully pushing Wen Zhaoye away.
"Wen Zhaoye! Do you know what you're doing?!"
He winced in pain, leaning against the wall, his fingers touching the obvious mark left by the bite: "I'm agreeing to your request."
Wen Zhuo's eyes widened, and his eyebrows rose: "??"
"What did I ask of you?" She took a deep breath, angered by Wen Zhaoye's counterattack, and took a few steps forward.
Wen Zhaoye immediately moved closer, skillfully tidying up Wen Zhuo's hair that he had just messed up. Wen Zhuo glared at him and turned her head away. He chuckled softly and said, "Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"
"To be with you the way you want."
He bent down, meeting Wen Zhuo's averted gaze. He licked his lips and asked her, "Or do you want something else?"
Wen Zhuo didn't understand why things had developed this way; she clearly just wanted to get rid of Wen Zhaoye!
She was furious and kicked Wen Zhaoye's shin, but she accidentally stepped on something, lost her balance, and fell backward.
The sudden weightlessness terrified her. She instinctively tried to grab Wen Zhaoye, but unexpectedly he also fell down. She could only close her eyes and wait for the pain to come.
"Boom."
She sat down on the sofa.
She didn't know when Wen Zhaoye had closed in on her, but she eventually retreated to this spot.
A sudden chill ran down her calves. Wen Zhu looked down and saw the man lifting her skirt, his long fingers digging into her flesh, pinching her skin until it turned a bloodless white. He seemed to notice Wen Zhu's gaze, so he looked up and smiled at her.
Although Wen Zhuo didn't understand what Wen Zhaoye was going to do, he still raised his leg and kicked him without hesitation.
His pale fingers grasped her ankle and slowly moved upwards. His handsome profile brushed against her leg, and his black hair brushed against her skin. Wen Zhuo, though she had never eaten pork, had seen pigs run. Her throat went dry, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What, what are you doing?"
Something's not right, something's not right, he can't do that, he can't....
Wen Zhaoye knelt down beside her legs. This usually aloof older brother lowered his head and pressed his thin lips to her knee. His warm skin was wet with saliva. He mumbled, "If I remember correctly, it seems that this is how it should be done."
He bit her skin, and the thin skirt was already lifted by him, but he didn't dare to look up. He just followed the fragrance and kissed his way inward.
How could Wen Zhuo ask someone else to do such a thing? He couldn't imagine another person treating Wen Zhuo the way he did.
His gaze darkened; the mere thought of it made him unable to suppress his anger.
He was her closest person; he smelled the fragrance that made him feel hot all over, and only he could do this.
Wen Zhu screamed inwardly, "What happened? What on earth happened? How did things turn out like this?!"
All I want is an older brother!
Wen Zhu struggled violently, kicking her legs like a rabbit at Wen Zhaoye, but each time he forcefully pinned her calves down and even licked them twice. Wen Zhu pulled her legs back, straightened up, and forcefully pulled Wen Zhaoye's hair: "Are you having an episode?! Get away! I haven't showered!"
"Can't you be normal for once?!"
Wen Zhaoye seemed too busy to talk to her, and grazed her flesh with his teeth in response.
Wen Zhuo couldn't take it anymore; her waist slumped uncontrollably, and her taut insteps hung loosely on Wen Zhaoye's back. His large, bony hands pressed against her thighs, and strands of hair brushed against her abdomen, making her feel a little itchy.
Wen Zhuo bit the back of her hand and turned her head to look out the window. Fine raindrops quietly seeped in through the cracks in the window, stirring up the sound of water in the quiet room.
The man with his head down let out a low, panting sound. Wen Zhuo was pulling his hair, and his face was glistening with moisture. He stared straight at her, the corners of his lips curving upwards, and his bright red tongue licked the water droplets off his lips.
Wen Zhuo couldn't look away.
He said, "Are you satisfied with my service?"
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