Inside the room, Wen Zhaoye's usually cold eyes softened with a smile, and he raised his fingertip to lightly touch his lips, as if savoring a memory.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao lying dejectedly on the mat, looking utterly hopeless, he couldn't help but speak up to comfort her:
"Alright, they wouldn't dare to say anything out of line, at least not in front of you."
Wen Jiaojiao, having given up all hope and lacking any will to live, naturally didn't flatter him:
"Heh~ Aren't you afraid of being talked about? Even Aunt Fatty said that if I were decades younger, I would still be interested in you. What about me?"
"You're very beautiful." Wen Zhaoye said urgently, afraid that she might overthink things and exacerbate her feelings of inferiority.
Wen Jiaojiao's lips, which were slightly pursed in worry, couldn't help but curl into a barely perceptible smile. She glanced at him, her voice tinged with amusement, and said:
That's the truth.
"Would you like to come up and sleep here?"
Wen Zhaoye felt that she was definitely thinking the same thing, but she spoke first.
Wen Jiaojiao frowned and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to get into bed because her lower back was aching from sleeping on the floor.
I have no feelings for him, and he has no feelings for me.
That's the bond between brothers; lying on the same plank together wouldn't be a problem.
Moreover, given my status, even if a thug shared a bed with me, he would be the one trembling with fear.
The two lay flat on the bed, separated by the Chu River and Han border, gazing at the ceiling. Their heartbeats, which were usually barely perceptible, now sounded like loud drums and gongs.
Wen Jiaojiao tried to relax for a while, but she wasn't sleepy at all. As she tossed and turned again, she happened to meet Wen Zhaoye's eyes.
Her ears were flushed, and she sat up slightly embarrassed, saying, "I'd like to go downstairs to get a glass of water, do you want some?"
Wen Zhaoye had a feeling that her sudden outburst was a prelude to some kind of scheme, given that she never drank water at night.
A hint of amusement lingered in his eyes, his handsome gaze like a hook fixed on her. He nodded slightly, feigning ignorance, and said:
"Alright."
Wen Jiaojiao felt it wasn't appropriate to step over him, so she carefully went around to his feet.
The light switch was near the door, so it couldn't be turned on directly. The room was too dark, and the moonlight was completely blocked by the curtains.
Knowing her own unlucky nature, her unease intensified, and she silently prayed:
Please, God, don't let anything dramatic happen next, or I'll be terrified!
Just then, her toe suddenly kicked Wen Zhaoye's foot, causing her to stumble forward a large step.
She was so frightened that she closed her eyes, fearing that the mosquito net would not be able to stop her from hitting her face on the ground in the next second.
Wen Zhaoye's heart skipped a beat, realizing that she was willing to be so ruthless to herself in order to get him.
He swiftly grabbed her hand, pulled her into his lap, and sat her down, a playful chuckle playing on his lips. His tone was ambiguous as he said:
"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt if you fall from such a height?"
Wen Jiaojiao sat sideways on his lap, her delicate face still reeling from the shock, staring blankly at him.
The two locked eyes, and as three seconds passed, the atmosphere gradually became more intimate under the cover of darkness.
He hasn't gotten up for ages. Is he thinking about how to naturally pounce on me?
Are you planning to kiss me first, then lift up my clothes and touch me, then straddle me and push me down?
Wen Zhaoye could barely suppress the smile on his lips, but he still felt that giving her hope should have its limits, rather than letting her succeed right away.
His handsome face flushed, and he coughed lightly, concealing the amusement in his voice as he said:
"What are you thinking about? Aren't you going to drink water?"
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly realized what he meant, stood up awkwardly, and, failing to discern his thoughts from his words, said:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Wen Zhaoye watched her hurried departure after turning on the light: "..."
If you're going to act, at least make it convincing. If I don't remind you, I'm about to properly lose my virginity now.
Wen Jiaojiao picked up her enamel mug and drank several mouthfuls of water to suppress the panic caused by excessive fright.
After she finished her water, she didn't see any other cups and didn't want to turn on the light to look for them, so she rinsed her own cup with warm water, poured him a new cup of water, and said:
"Brother, have some water."
Wen Zhaoye took the cup, and as soon as he touched the handle, he realized something was wrong.
His cups were so worn and shabby, with chipped and uneven surfaces, while this cup looked brand new to the touch.
Throughout the house, Xu Cuifen meticulously prepared brand-new bowls, chopsticks, cups, towels, and toothpaste exclusively for Wen Jiaojiao.
His smile deepened as he sipped his water, his gaze fixed on her intently: "..."
You've come up with every trick in the book.
"Brother, when you're done drinking, go downstairs and turn off the lights, otherwise I'm afraid I'll fall again."
"Um."
Wen Zhaoye responded lightly.
Wen Jiaojiao still harbored some psychological trauma. Having received a reply, she slowly and cautiously lifted her legs onto the bed, then crawled around his legs to her own spot.
I refuse to believe that anything could go wrong.
Her hips were perky and shapely, and the loose hem of her nightgown hung down naturally, creating a gap between her waist and abdomen, revealing her flat waist and full figure.
Wen Zhaoye leaned against the headboard, his handsome face burning, looking at her shyly.
Because of the dim lighting, I could see the whole interior but not the bite marks and dark purple hickeys around the breasts.
His breathing grew heavier, and for a moment his eyes flashed with the primal desires of a beast lurking in the night.
Only when she crawled to the corner and could no longer see what was under her clothes did his gaze shyly linger on her buttocks:
"Can't we just walk? What kind of behavior is this?"
Wen Jiaojiao thought they were saying her doggy-style crawling was ugly, so she crawled to her spot and explained with a light laugh:
"I'm doing this for your own good."
What you're saying is true; I'm not one of those men who've never seen a woman before. I can resist this kind of temptation.
Wen Zhaoye was exceptionally confident in himself, but he was afraid that saying it aloud would dampen her enthusiasm for creating mischief next time.
His eyes held a smile, and he licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, saying in an ambiguous tone:
"As long as there's no danger, it's up to you."
Wen Jiaojiao was increasingly confused, realizing she couldn't understand the meaning behind his words. She lay down, frowned, and glanced at him, saying:
Could you explain it more clearly?
Wen Zhaoye got out of bed, placed the quilt on the stool, turned off the light, and lay down facing her, saying:
"What I mean is, as long as you don't do anything dangerous or dangerous, I'm fine with you."
Wen Jiaojiao felt that he was just giving a meaningless explanation; after all, who would be so stupid as to do something dangerous for no reason?
She didn't take it to heart at all and replied dismissively, "Oh, then I'm relieved."
Wen Zhaoye rolled over and lay flat on his back, his mind filled with the scenery he had seen before falling asleep. He rested for a while until he heard the even breathing of the person beside him.
He lay on his side facing her, embracing her from behind like a precious treasure, his high nose gently brushing against her delicate face, his voice filled with tenderness and deep affection:
"Jiaojiao~"
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