Chapter 161 At the Beginning of the New Year, Love is at its Peak
Shen Wanjun was still sleepy when Song Zhan kissed her forehead and said, "The New Year is almost here."
"It's not even dawn yet."
She mumbled something, her voice still heavy with sleepiness.
Why did you wake her up? How annoying.
She turned over to go back to sleep, but Song Zhan scooped her up without saying a word and held her in his arms.
His kiss came suddenly, yet it was so tender it made my heart flutter.
The bedside lamp cast a warm yellow light, enveloping the entire room in a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.
Song Zhan held her waist firmly with one hand and gently cupped the back of her head with the other.
He held her tightly in his arms, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Song Zhan's lips were warm and firm. He first gently touched the corner of her lips, as if testing her, or perhaps seducing her.
Then, he gently pried open her teeth with his tongue and explored her intimately.
Shen Wanjun felt weak all over and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
He felt as if he were floating in warm water, his consciousness gradually being swallowed up by his breath.
She was so captivated by his kisses that her thoughts drifted away.
His kisses grew more frequent and deeper, spreading from the corners of his lips to the side of his neck, and then sliding down to his collarbone...
Every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire, slightly burning.
After a while, she pushed him away with difficulty.
Her voice was soft and trembling: "Let me catch my breath..."
She was really suffocating; her heart was pounding like a drum, and the air in her chest felt thin.
Song Zhan chuckled, staring intently at her, before glancing quickly at his wristwatch.
In an instant, he pressed down on her again, swallowing up all her unfinished words.
"Hmm..."
She only had time to take a breath before she was enveloped in his passionate kisses once again.
His breath was overwhelming, hot and familiar.
It made her dizzy, and she could only weakly cling to his shoulder.
Just then, the New Year's bells rang out from afar, clear and solemn.
The courtyard immediately erupted in cheers and laughter.
But Shen Wanjun couldn't hear anything. All she could hear in her world was his hot breath, his lingering lips and tongue, and his heart pounding like a drum.
Her mind went blank, and she let him carry her up and down.
After a long while, Song Zhan finally let go of her.
Shen Wanjun gasped for breath, as if she had been reborn, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What are you doing...?"
She glared at Song Zhan with annoyance, her voice slightly breathless.
Song Zhan smiled and pointed to his watch, his eyes shining with a bright and smug light.
"We kissed from last year into the new year!"
Shen Wanjun's brain went blank for a moment, then she came to her senses.
Is this... the kind of romance that belongs only to this rough-around-the-edges man?
She couldn't help but smile, her heart melting completely.
She said coquettishly, "You didn't even tell me..."
At least let her prepare and store up some oxygen.
The living room was warm and quiet.
Huang Ya released Song Juan, and the two had just ended a long kiss.
He looked at her flushed cheeks and asked somewhat nervously.
"Hey, what do you think of my... kissing skills?"
After being hit by Shen Kun last time, he didn't seem to care.
I secretly consulted a few married men, but they didn't offer any practical advice.
There's no need to just talk about kissing; let's get straight to the point.
Some people said he was just bored and that he should have just gone up and kissed her, without needing any skill.
Huang Ya even braced herself to ask Song Zhan, thinking that since the couple had such a good relationship, Song Zhan's skills must be top-notch.
In response, Song Zhan only rolled his eyes at him.
Huang Ya didn't understand his own identity, and Song Zhan wouldn't teach his future brother-in-law even if he were taught by someone else.
After Shen Wanjun learned about this, she threw a erotic book at Huang Ya.
"See for yourself and figure it out for yourself."
Huang Ya seemed to have obtained a martial arts manual, and studied it for a long time as if it were a treasure.
The skills he had practiced diligently today came in handy, and he was eager to receive positive feedback.
Song Juan blushed and said, "It's...it's alright."
"Not bad?" Huang Ya was somewhat dissatisfied with this feedback.
Did she have a boyfriend before? And was he better than him?
This idea hurt Huang Ya deeply, and she sat on the sofa in silence.
Seeing that he suddenly seemed unhappy, Song Juan gently nudged him: "What's wrong?"
Huang Ya refused to admit that he was injured, but he was really upset inside.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to speak frankly.
"Juan, I had a boyfriend before, but that never happened."
"We only progressed to holding hands; we didn't do anything else."
Song Juan nodded thoughtfully, then said, "I've never been in a relationship before."
The first man she held hands with and kissed was Huang Ya.
Huang Ya took his hand and asked, "Then...why did you only say...it's okay?"
If there's no comparison, can't we just praise him?
Song Juan burst out laughing, finally understanding what he was being awkward about.
"It's alright, it's really good." She looked at him gently.
I wanted to leave you some room for improvement.
Huang Ya's eyes lit up, and his mood soared like a rocket.
He kissed her cheek happily, his voice low and seductive: "The night is long..."
"Um?"
Before Song Juan could react, he pushed her back into the sofa.
Let's improve together.
He whispered, and kissed her lips again.
Song Juan smiled, closed her eyes, and reached out to hug his neck. —So that's what "the long night" meant.
She gently responded to his kiss, her heart melting.
The old year has passed, the new year has begun, and love is at its peak.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Song Zhan drove Shen Wanjun to Shen Kun's house.
The jeep drove through the winding mountain road, entered the village, and stopped at the entrance.
The road was too narrow to drive in, so Song Zhan got out of the car and prepared to lead Shen Wanjun inside.
The clanging sound rang out, and Shen Kun could be seen driving a donkey cart over in the distance.
He jumped off the donkey, patted the carriage, and asked Shen Wanjun, "Do you dare to ride?"
Shen Kun was worried that Shen Wanjun's large belly would make it difficult for her to get up and down.
But the road ahead wasn't short, and he was worried that she would get too tired from walking.
"You dare!"
As soon as Shen Wanjun finished speaking, Song Zhan picked her up and the two of them got into the car together.
"Let's go," he said to Shen Kun.
Shen Kun snapped, "Get down here right now!"
This donkey cart is for his niece to ride in; what business is it of his?
“I’m worried about her traveling alone.”
Song Zhan has his own reasons.
Shen Kun couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he could only lead the donkey forward.
I could see my maternal grandparents greeting me from afar at the door.
Aunt Zhang Yi quickly walked out from behind them and warmly greeted them.
Her voice was as soft and gentle as a freshly steamed glutinous rice cake: "Wanwan, you've finally arrived! Come in and eat, the food is still warm."
Zhang Yi is petite and slender, and wearing a plain cotton-padded jacket makes her look even more delicate and gentle.
She spoke slowly and deliberately, with a slight upward inflection in her voice.
Shen Kun, standing next to her, is nearly 1.9 meters tall with broad shoulders and a sturdy build. He looks like a silent mountain when he stands there.
They stood side by side, one as rugged as a pine tree, the other as slender as a willow.
The scene seemed somewhat incongruous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was inexplicably harmonious.
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