Chapter Nine Lips
Chapter Nine
"Why are you running? Weren't you just being very bold a moment ago?"
Wen Zhaoye slowly wrapped his arms around her, his fragrance enveloping her. Wen Zhuo sniffed it; it smelled like strong, spicy liquor, somewhat pungent.
She retorted, "Why are you standing so close to me? Don't you know how to keep your distance?"
Wen Zhaoye was speechless for a moment. He looked down at the corner of his shirt that had been lifted up over his abdomen: "Can you take your hands out when you say things like that?"
Wen Zhuo fell silent for a moment. She moved her fingers again, revealing the distinct, hard texture of her warm abdominal muscles, while her pectoral muscles were soft.
Wen Zhaoye bent down, hooked one hand around Wen Zhuo's hand (he didn't know where she was), and pulled out Wen Zhuo's hand that was still touching her. Wen Zhuo was not visible, so Wen Zhaoye could not see her appearance, but could touch her. He felt the cool temperature pressed against his thigh. Was Wen Zhuo sitting on his lap?
He held Wen Zhuo's hand, and after taking it out, he seemed to forget to let go, so he kept it clenched in his hand, his thumb gently rubbing against her skin.
Wen Zhaoye placed his right hand on her waist, noticing Wen Zhuo's struggle, he lowered his brows and tightened his arm around her.
Wen Zhuo's eyes widened for a moment. Her upper body was almost pressed against Wen Zhaoye, and her skirt was pulled up by the sudden movement. The warmth unique to humans clung to her body. Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red as if she had been burned by the heat. She struggled to get off Wen Zhaoye and raised her hand to hit him.
"Wen Zhaoye, let go of me."
Wen Zhaoye groaned, the force in his hand immediately disappeared, and the cool air abruptly vanished. He lowered his head and coughed a few times. He guessed that Wen Zhuo hadn't used much force when he resisted him before, but this time he was really desperate.
Wen Zhuo believed that she had been controlling her strength and had absolutely no intention of hurting Wen Zhaoye, but Wen Zhaoye started coughing after she punched him.
A blush spread across Wen Zhaoye's fair face, and tiny water droplets clung to his long, thick eyelashes. He coughed a few times, clutching his chest, as if she had knocked him out of his voice and he couldn't speak.
Wen Zhuo: "..." She looked at her fist, which was the size of her palm, and then at Wen Zhaoye.
There's a sense of absurdity in it, like someone being punched in the chest with small fists and then accidentally killed.
She hesitated as she leaned closer to look at him, her hair brushing against his thigh, her cheek very close to his, her long eyelashes gently brushing against his skin, trying to get a better look at his expression, unaware that her figure was beginning to be revealed.
For some reason, when she changed her state, she could not come into contact with anything outside, but she could still meet Wen Zhaoye in this state.
So she could only kneel on Wen Zhaoye's lap, feeling very frustrated. Her bright yellow skirt was lifted a little by her movements, and her pale skin pressed against Wen Zhaoye's strong thighs. She wanted to see his face, but he kept his head down. Wen Zhu could only support herself on his shoulder with one hand and tilt her head to look at him.
Wen Zhaoye lowered his head and stopped coughing. He was just panting and trying to calm himself down. His sharp face was flushed, making him look less sinister. Wen Zhuo felt something was wrong. Why was his face so red? Was it from coughing?
From this angle, Wen Zhuo could see Wen Zhaoye's face perfectly. Wen Zhaoye, too, watched as Wen Zhuo's figure slowly appeared. He probably relaxed and forgot that he had to maintain his invisibility. She opened her eyes wide, her red pupils reflecting his face, and there was only him in them.
Wen Zhuo felt strange at the same time, and also felt that kneeling was a bit unstable. Just as he was about to step back, the hand pressing down on him was forcibly pushed back.
What happened?
Wen Zhuo looked up at him, only to find that he lowered his head and coughed a few times. Her hand was still resting on his shoulder. He stretched out a hand and touched the air in front of him. Wen Zhuo frowned and avoided his hand.
Is it fake?
Wen Zhuo twisted her waist to the other side and tentatively pulled back a little. Wen Zhaoye's hand was still searching in confusion, unaware of her approach.
Wen Zhuo scratched her head in confusion. What was playing tricks on her?
A pair of large hands suddenly pinched her cheeks from below, forcing her mouth to purse. She instantly realized who was teasing her!
But there's only one possibility, right? If someone's acting this well, why doesn't they enter the entertainment industry?
Something's wrong!
Wen Zhuo resolutely refused to admit that it was his problem.
She gripped Wen Zhaoye's hands tightly with both of hers. Wen Zhaoye frowned and cried out in pain, but he refused to let go. He squeezed her hands a few more times, making her cheeks bulge out and feel soft. Her eyes widened, and her delicate and beautiful features suddenly came to life. Her hair immediately spread out wildly in the air, looking sinister, as if she wanted to launch a physical attack on him.
"Why do you always only know this one trick?"
Relying on the fact that Wen Zhuo wouldn't actually hurt him, Wen Zhaoye acted casually. He reached out and grabbed the ghost, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. He rested his head on her shoulder, buried his face in her neck, took a deep breath, and let out a satisfied sigh.
They really should stick together for life.
A strange, soft touch came from her skin. Wen Zhuo, who was struggling, was stunned for a moment, and became even angrier. "Are you trying to pet a cat?!"
Are you provoking me?
She was so angry that blood-red cracks appeared on her body, but she was also afraid that if she used too much force, she would really hurt Wen Zhaoye. Feeling extremely frustrated, she grabbed Wen Zhaoye's hair and pulled him down forcefully.
"Hiss," Wen Zhaoye was forced to look up, and said somewhat aggrievedly, "Why are you pulling my hair?"
Wen Zhu stared at him for a while, feeling somewhat morally pressured, and hesitated before loosening her grip. As soon as she let go, Wen Zhaoye vigorously rubbed her head, making Wen Zhu's hair stand on end. Before Wen Zhu could react, he pulled her into his arms and walked out.
"I'm going to the gym, do you want to come watch? I'll give you a chance to shine."
Wen Zhuo ruffled his hair, her attention diverted: "Working out? Do you have a gym at home? I've never seen one before." After a while, she felt uncomfortable holding him like this and started to wriggle in his arms.
She seemed to suddenly start playing some kind of rock climbing game in his arms, kicking and climbing wildly.
Wen Zhaoye could barely hold her back: "What are you doing? You're going to fall!"
Wen Zhuo didn't understand: "I can float, why do you always have to carry me?"
Wen Zhaoye remained unperturbed: "Aren't you tired of floating around by yourself? I'll help you lighten your load."
"Didn't you always push me away and not let me get too close to you before?"
"Really? Is that so? Didn't I just call your name?" Wen Zhaoye hugged her tighter. This level of contact made him feel very comfortable, and he didn't need to confirm her presence again.
After hearing this, she stopped struggling and began to think.
Wen Zhaoye wanted to laugh again. Wen Zhuo had always had a poor attention span and was easily distracted by other things. He couldn't concentrate in class in elementary school and always stared at the animals flying by outside the window or the teachers and classmates passing by. He couldn't do two things at once. When he was staring out the window, he forgot to pay attention to what the teacher was doing and was always caught daydreaming.
This problem hadn't improved by high school. When he was tutoring her, she would suddenly remember something fun and excitedly tell him about it, gesturing wildly. At this point, he wouldn't let her continue the lesson until she finished speaking and expressing her opinion.
He was also in charge of the parent-teacher conference at that time. The teacher talked to him about this for a long time, saying that his sister was very smart, but she didn't pay attention in class. As long as she listened carefully, her grades would definitely improve.
He was listening attentively when Wen Zhuo quietly peeked out from behind the teacher and glared at him. He was about to casually reply when he saw her expression, so he changed the subject and praised Wen Zhuo to the skies, making her shrink back in.
Wen Zhaoye walked to the treadmill and placed Wen Zhuo on the handlebars. She adjusted herself into a comfortable position, leaning against the screen. Wen Zhaoye couldn't help but touch her face again: "Have you figured anything out yet?"
Wen Zhuo frowned: "Don't make a sound, I'm thinking."
She patted her head. Wen Zhaoye hadn't directly told her to "stay away from him," but hadn't he pushed her away? And he was still making excuses!
No, no, that's not right.
Wen Zhuo recalled Wen Zhaoye's weak and listless pushing back at that time, which was hard to say was not a case of feigning reluctance.
Wen Zhuo couldn't understand it.
Wen Zhaoye drew the curtains to prevent the sunlight from shining on Wen Zhuo. When he turned around, Wen Zhuo was sitting very obediently on the handle of the treadmill, her hands supporting the lower half of her face, her face scrunched up, and her hair spinning around in a mess.
Wen Zhaoye patted her frizzy head: "Don't think about it."
Wen Zhuo slapped his hand away, looked at him suspiciously for a few moments, and then began to think again.
Why is my head getting hotter and hotter? Wen Zhuo wondered.
"Beep"
Turn on the treadmill.
Wen Zhaoye started running on the treadmill. Wen Zhuo didn't notice at first, but as Wen Zhaoye's breathing became louder, she finally turned her attention to him.
Wen Zhaoye had taken off his coat at some point, revealing a black, tight-fitting vest underneath. Large areas of his collarbone and muscles were exposed, and his fair skin had a healthy flush from exercise. His taut chest muscles swayed with each step he took. Wen Zhuo's eyes nearly popped out of her head. What she had been thinking about was instantly forgotten, and she swallowed hard.
It was intentional! It must have been intentional!
Wen Zhaoye's expression remained indifferent, with only sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyelashes drooped, and he breathed softly, his thin, rosy lips damp with sweat. Wen Zhuo's gaze lingered for a moment. She had previously stopped her uncivilized behavior towards Wen Zhaoye at touching his abs, but she had never thought that she could do something else.
Her mouth became dry, and a strange stimulation shot up her spine like an electric current. Wen Zhuo didn't understand what was so stimulating about kissing, but imagining Wen Zhaoye's incredulous and devastated reaction when she kissed him made her feel great. Before the kiss even started, her emotions were already rising uncontrollably, and the bloody cracks on her body were quietly appearing.
Wen Zhaoye looked up at her, wondering why Wen Zhuo was still sitting there. Had she changed her personality?
Could it be that her outfit today doesn't suit her taste?
He observed Wen Zhuo more closely. He didn't know what Wen Zhuo was excited about; the patterns on his body had appeared. He thought for a moment and felt that it might not be enough.
He turned off the treadmill and decided to get a drink of water.
He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and some excess liquid accidentally leaked out, sliding from the corner of his mouth and wetting his vest.
Wen Zhuo couldn't help but lean closer, looking at his wet vest, then at his thin lips, and finally at the neck she had bitten many times. She noticed that Wen Zhaoye's blood smelled even stronger. It smelled so good, so good. Could she have some dessert?
We finally made it through.
If I had known, I would have preferred not to come over. I could have hugged Wen Zhuo a little longer in the study before she realized what was happening.
Wen Zhaoye gently pushed her head away with his fingers: "I'm dirty."
Wen Zhuo thought that made sense, and she floated back a little further.
Wen Zhaoye: "..." So you know how to obey now, huh?
Wen Zhuo floated high in the air and said in a tone that suggested, "Go wash the vegetables, then go wash them clean. I'm going to eat."
Wen Zhaoye laughed angrily: "Wen Zhuo, if you're so capable, come down here and talk."
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