Chapter Thirty-Nine Male Models
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Wen Zhaoye seemed lost in thought, holding onto Wen Zhu tightly and refusing to let go. Wen Zhu was pressed against Wen Zhaoye's face like a newspaper, feeling utterly deflated.
Enraged, she opened her mouth and bit down. Wen Zhaoye instantly sobered up. Wen Zhuo really bit down. Wen Zhaoye leaned back and pushed her head with one hand: "Stop biting, stop, let go. If you bite again, I'll start to doubt your breed."
Wen Zhuo held a piece of his cheek in her mouth, mumbled a few curses at him, but still wouldn't let go.
Wen Zhaoye chuckled: "Fine, you can bite it then."
He put one arm around Wen Zhuo, picked her up like a child, and carried her into the house like a pendant.
Wen Zhuo looked at his lowered eyebrows and his dark eyes that lightly swept over her, as if he was completely unaffected by her actions and was pretending to be dead! The more Wen Zhuo looked, the angrier she became. While he went to turn on the light, she kicked him. Wen Zhaoye winced in pain and quickly pinched Wen Zhuo's cheek, his thumb probing into her mouth and pressing down on her sharp teeth: "Pretty sharp."
Wen Zhuo used her tongue to forcefully push his fingers outward, but Wen Zhaoye pressed down on her tongue as well, circling his fingers around the tip of her tongue. Wen Zhuo let out rapid breathing, stopped biting him, and withdrew her tongue, looking pitiful.
Wen Zhaoye swallowed hard. He wiped the liquid from his cheek with one hand, rubbed his fingers together, paused for a moment, looked at Wen Zhuo, and chuckled, "You did this, wipe it clean?"
Wen Zhuo ignored him and slapped Wen Zhaoye's hand away. "You deserve it." She crossed her arms and wandered around the villa, not knowing when Wen Zhaoye had bought it.
The overall decoration was very simple and elegant, but there were no signs of habitation. Wen Zhuo turned to him and asked, "You didn't just buy this, did you? Are you crazy?"
Wen Zhaoye clenched his fingers and looked at her: "How could that be? Of course you bought it after you filled out the college application."
Wen Zhuo was speechless for a moment. Her choice of aspirations was clearly changed secretly later. How did Wen Zhaoye find out about it?
How did you know I changed my college application?
Wen Zhaoye stepped forward and pinched Wen Zhuo's cheek, but she dodged him. He then simply smoothed her hair, as if he absolutely had to touch her: "You registered using my computer, and I'm in your class group chat."
Wen Zhu shut up. Haha, it seems there is such a thing.
She glanced at the doorway, then at Wen Zhaoye. After weighing the situation, she realized that she definitely couldn't leave now. Discretion is the better part of valor; she would find another opportunity to escape tomorrow and avoid provoking Wen Zhaoye for now.
"What kind of scheme are you plotting now?" Wen Zhaoye leaned closer to her and suddenly noticed that her lips were bright red from being bitten by herself.
It was very soft. Wen Zhaoye recalled the feeling from just now; it was also very soft inside.
Wen Zhuo was startled by Wen Zhaoye's sudden approach and jumped up on the spot: "What are you doing!"
"You're such a coward." Wen Zhaoye pulled her hand. "Go to sleep. Stop thinking about your male model all day."
Wen Zhuo: "..."
the next day.
Wen Zhuo was stopped by Wen Zhaoye on his way out. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his long legs stretched out, looking at something in his hand.
Wen Zhuo walked by expressionlessly and tripped over Wen Zhaoye's outstretched foot.
"Can't you put your leg down properly? Are you out of your mind?!"
Wen Zhaoye looked up at him, a knowing glint in his dark eyes: "Can't get out?"
Wen Zhuo took a deep breath, strode forward, and slapped the book out of his hand: "Are you really going to lock me up here?"
Wen Zhaoye stood up calmly, bent down and picked up the book: "What do you mean 'you'? You have no manners, call me 'brother'."
Wen Zhuo was furious and slammed her hand on Wen Zhaoye's book again. She happened to glance at the title—"Psychological Problems of Adolescents."
Wen Zhuo: "???" She held the book in front of her eyes speechlessly, then swung her arm and threw it into the trash can, making a loud noise.
Wen Zhaoye raised an eyebrow: "Did I hit a nerve?"
For some reason, Wen Zhaoye had been acting strangely all day. Wen Zhu bent down and grabbed his collar. He hadn't buttoned his shirt this morning, and with a gentle pull, Wen Zhu could see right through his clothes.
His strong pectoral muscles stood erect, with faint dark pink protrusions visible. Wen Zhuo's hand trembled, and she hurriedly pulled his clothes together. A blush crept onto her fair cheeks. "You, are you going to keep me locked up like this? What right do you have to do this? I'll call the police right now, and I'll tell you everything!"
A smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's handsome face. He grasped Wen Zhuo's fingers, his burning body temperature enveloping Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo immediately wanted to let go and pull her hand back, but Wen Zhaoye tightened his grip and said slowly, "You can go out after you register for school, but you will stay here. It's very close to your school."
“I am your brother, no matter what, I will always be your brother.”
Enraged, Wen Zhuo ignored Wen Zhaoye's exposed state and said, "Is that all you can say?"
Wen Zhaoye looked up at her, his cold and sharp features obscured by Wen Zhuo's shadow, making it difficult to see his expression. Only his eyes were exceptionally dark. Wen Zhuo pinched his collar: "Oh, right, you can also say, don't date too early, they're all bad, they're all good-for-nothings."
"I'm leaving now! I still want to go to that male model shop!"
Wen Zhuo's hand, which was holding Wen Zhaoye by the collar, was suddenly flung away. He straightened up and glared at Wen Zhuo: "You're going to go? You want to touch those filthy bitches too?"
Wen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on her face: "Yes, yes, you're the cleanest virgin, right?"
Her gaze deliberately swept over Wen Zhaoye's collarbone and pectoral muscles.
Her smile widened, tinged with clear malice: "Then how about you come keep me company? You're not my brother anyway."
Wen Zhaoye's expression froze, as if he'd been struck by lightning: "What do you mean?"
Wen Zhuo's kiss was sudden, not giving him any space to calm down like this. Could it be that he's going to make him do male modeling work for Wen Zhuo?
What do male models do?
Wen Zhaoye felt as if he had been burned and dared not think any further.
Wen Zhuo regretted her words as soon as she said them, but there was no turning back now. She raised her chin and said, "Literal meaning! Anyway, it's not like we haven't kissed before!"
Wen Zhaoye's face clearly showed his disapproval: "Wen Zhuo, I'm your brother! How could you have such thoughts about me?"
Wen Zhuo: "If you don't accept it, then let me leave! Just let me get out of here, okay?"
He explained Wen Zhaoye's previous kissing gesture as Wen Zhuo's attempt to provoke him, claiming that Wen Zhuo had no other intentions. That's why Wen Zhaoye came to find Wen Zhuo.
What about this time? Can we still use the same excuses as before?
Wen Zhaoye looked up and saw that Wen Zhuo's delicate and beautiful face was full of impatience. She was chattering and cursing again, and Wen Zhaoye accidentally saw her bright red soft flesh inside.
It appears to have been soaked in water until it is extremely soft.
Wen Zhuo only wanted him to back down, so he might as well play along. He was Wen Zhuo's brother, so what did it matter if she kissed him? What was wrong with just a touch?
Wen Zhaoye's Adam's apple bobbed, his narrow eyes blinked, and a strange redness appeared at the corners of his eyes. He stared at Wen Zhuo and said slowly, "Okay."
Wen Zhuo, who was cursing, suddenly stopped and looked at Wen Zhaoye with the eyes of someone who had discovered a prehistoric creature in the 21st century: "What did you say?!"
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