Call sister
The phone screen suddenly lit up in the slightly quiet office, emitting a soft light.
Wen Lingyi raised her head from a pile of documents awaiting review, reached out to pick up her phone, and saw a new WeChat message.
Baby: "Lingyi, what do you want to eat tonight? I'm going to buy some groceries."
Looking at the words and nickname that popped up on the screen, Wen Lingyi's mouth corners unconsciously curved into a small arc.
She raised her free hand and pinched the side of her waist. She felt that the flesh touched by her fingertips seemed softer and a little fuller than before.
These are all the results of Zhou Jianxing's recent various ways of feeding them.
Her fingertips hovered over the virtual keyboard for a moment before slowly typing out her reply.
"Let's eat something simple, something light."
After typing this line, she looked at the "Typing..." at the top of the dialog box, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and typed a few words and sent them.
"Did you miss me?"
Almost at the moment the message was delivered, the other party's reply popped up.
Baby: "I miss you so much. Can you come back early tonight?"
Looking at this line of straightforward and passionate words, Wen Lingyi's lips curled up again and again.
In fact, she missed Zhou Jianxing.
But Zhou Jianxing had to be the first to say that he missed her.
Just like those ancient poems of women's complaints, the poet wanted to express the husband's longing for his wife, but he chose to write about how the wife missed her husband who was on an expedition.
The backlog of work in Shuiyue Gallery was like a mountain, waiting for her to deal with it one by one.
The originally leisurely weekend became extremely busy.
She put down her phone and picked up the pen again, with the tip of the pen hovering above the blank A4 paper, but she didn't put it down.
After a while, she moved her wrist, the tip of the pen touched the paper, and she wrote a name very carefully, stroke by stroke - Zhou Jianxing.
After writing it once, he wrote it a second time, a third time... Soon, the entire piece of white paper was filled with these three words, densely packed.
The afternoon light outside the window shifted and fell on her right hand resting on the table. The white sapphire star ring on her ring finger reflected a fine and clear light.
Twinkle, like the stars that shine persistently in the dark night.
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When we finished work and returned to Lanyue Bay, it was already getting dark.
As soon as I opened the door, a warm and tempting aroma of food hit me in the face, instantly dispelling the slight coolness from outside and the fatigue of the day.
Due to the special nature of his work, Zhou Jianxing's recovery period after the injury has not yet been fully completed and he is temporarily unable to return to work.
So it was natural for him to stay in Lanyue Bay every day, taking care of almost all matters concerning Wen Lingyi's daily life.
The house was brightly lit and warm, and on the dining table were several home-cooked dishes that looked delicious and were still steaming.
And next to the table sat the person who made her feel at ease whenever she thought of him.
At this moment, Wen Lingyi felt that so-called happiness seemed to have a very concrete and real appearance.
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After dinner, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa in the audio-visual room and picked an old movie to play.
To be precise, Wen Lingyi was leaning on the sofa watching a movie, while Zhou Jianxing lay down comfortably with his head resting on her legs.
His eyes were fixed intently on Wen Lingyi's face above him, unblinking.
It seemed as if she was more attractive than the joys and sorrows being played out on the screen.
"Why are you staring at me?" Wen Lingyi's cheeks felt hot under her undisguised, fiery gaze. She couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and gently cover Zhou Jianxing's eyes. "I can't concentrate on watching the movie."
"Because you are very beautiful." Zhou Jianxing smiled, revealing his two signature little canine teeth.
She pulled down Wen Lingyi's hand, opened her mouth gently, and bit the back of her hand lightly, leaving a shallow tooth mark.
"I'll never get enough of it even if I look at it for the rest of my life." He said, looking at her with a smile.
Wen Lingyi couldn't help but laugh out loud, poking her cheek with her fingertips: "Zhou Jianxing, tell me the truth, did you secretly attend some kind of cheesy love talk training class again?"
Zhou Jianxing just smiled and didn't answer.
She suddenly sat up from Wen Lingyi's legs and leaned close to Wen Lingyi's ear. Her warm breath brushed against her ear and she said in a low voice, "I want to show you something."
"Hmm?" Wen Lingyi turned her head and met her sparkling eyes.
"You..." Zhou Jianxing's voice became even lower, almost whispering, with an embarrassed expression, "You take off my clothes."
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, and her long chestnut hair fell down, the ends of her hair gently brushing Wen Lingyi's arm, bringing a slightly itchy touch.
Wen Lingyi's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
She looked at Zhou Jianxing's face so close to her, raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and slowly reached for the buttons of Zhou Jianxing's shirt.
One, two.
The collar of the shirt opened to both sides, revealing the delicate skin underneath.
Starting from the second intercostal space on the left chest, it swept diagonally downward three inches. That was the place closest to the ventricle that pumped blood. The skin still had a light red color that had not completely faded and was slightly swollen.
On that piece of skin were three neatly written black characters.
Wen Lingyi.
Wen Lingyi suddenly forgot how to breathe and her eyes widened slightly.
Almost subconsciously, he raised his slightly trembling hand and slowly placed his palm over the territory that was still a little hot.
Under the palm of my hand, I felt an extremely clear, steady and strong beating sensation.
Again and again, firmly and powerfully, it is the earth's axis rotating beneath the skin, it is the invisible rhythm of life.
And her name, Wen Lingyi, landed safely on this land in an almost eternal way.
"Lingyi," Zhou Jianxing's hand covered the back of Wen Lingyi's hand, his fingers weaving into hers and clasping them tightly, making her palm fit more closely against that piece of skin, closer to her name, closer to her beating heart. "Here," she whispered, "it will always beat like this for you."
Are you stupid? Wen Lingyi raised her eyes and stared into Zhou Jianxing's eyes.
The only light in the audio-visual room was from the projection screen, which flickered and reflected on half of Zhou Jianxing's face.
As the movie scenes changed, the light also danced and flowed on her face.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Lingyi's palm left the burning skin, and her fingertips gently stroked the edge of the slightly raised lines, "...little fool."
"It doesn't hurt." Zhou Jianxing shook his head and licked the tip of his fangs, his eyes shining. "Actually, I'm very happy."
"What are you happy about?" Wen Lingyi was puzzled. The tattoo process must be uncomfortable, and the aftercare would also be troublesome. What was there to be happy about?
"Well, it's hard to describe that feeling," Zhou Jianxing frowned slightly, thinking hard, trying to find an appropriate metaphor, "It's like... well, it's like I'm a puppy, and you adopted me home."
So the puppy became a happy family dog, with people watching her wagging her tail excitedly every day.
"It's a very stable sense of belonging." She finally found a relatively appropriate word, although it still sounded a bit clumsy.
"You mean," Wen Lingyi was amused by her strange metaphor, but her eyes were a little hot, "this tattoo is equivalent to your identity badge? And I am your... master?"
Zhou Jianxing's cheeks suddenly turned red, and the skin on his chest also turned a faint pink.
"No," she denied hastily, her voice rising. "You're my girlfriend. That...that's just a metaphor."
She didn't want to call Wen Lingyi that, it felt too weird.
"Zhou Jianxing," Wen Lingyi looked at her serious expression, the amusement slowly fading away, and a sour feeling rising, "You don't have to do this for me."
Wen Lingyi didn't like Zhou Jianxing's cautious flattery, which made her very sad.
For such a good kid, getting a tattoo is a very unusual and rebellious thing.
"What if," Wen Lingyi's voice choked involuntarily. She lowered her eyelashes and avoided Zhou Jianxing's gaze. "I mean what if, what if we break up in the future? If your next girlfriend sees this, she will be very upset."
In fact, she didn't want to think about this possibility, but she couldn't help it.
Anyone who sees their current partner’s name tattooed on their ex’s body, especially so close to their heart, would feel disgusted and would probably choose to break up immediately.
I heard that removing a tattoo is much more painful than getting it inked.
"Nothing." Zhou Jianxing's eyes were like a butterfly that had finally found a resting place after flying tired. They rested gently and steadily on Wen Lingyi's eyes. "I never thought that there would be another girlfriend in my life."
"I want to give you a lot of security," her voice was still very soft, but it was as clear as a whisper in the low background sound of the movie, "I want you to know that I am yours."
"I belong to you alone." Zhou Jianxing repeated with his lips moving.
"Zhou Jianxing..." These words hit the softest part of Wen Lingyi's heart hard, causing it to ache and swell violently.
She moved forward and kissed Zhou Jianxing on the lips, the three words murmured vaguely between their tightly intertwined lips and teeth: "I love you..."
She gently laid Zhou Jianxing down on the soft sofa and showered him with warm kisses, from his forehead, eyebrows, nose tip, chin, neck, to the hot skin branded with her name... She kissed him devoutly and devotedly.
"I love you..." She kept whispering while kissing.
It seemed like a confirmation, and also like an oath.
For Wen Lingyi, love and sex cannot be completely separated.
When love surges to its peak, the desire deep in the body will naturally arise.
Just like seeds that have been buried in the soil for the entire winter, they finally feel the call of spring, stubbornly break through the thick and cold soil, and timidly but firmly poke their heads out.
Want to breathe, want to grow, want to bloom.
And now, she was sure that it was a warm spring day outside.
Her kiss carefully brushed across the surgical wound on Zhou Jianxing's chest and abdomen, the marks of which had not yet completely faded, and stopped.
Then, she gently placed her head on Zhou Jianxing's chest, her ear pressed against the skin just below the three words, holding her breath as she listened to the steady and powerful heartbeat coming from there.
Plop. Plop.
It turns out that she can also receive such good love.
Zhou Jianxing felt the coolness and wetness on her chest. She reached out her hand and, imitating the way Wen Lingyi usually comforted her, used her fingertips to very gently stroke Wen Lingyi's black hair, which was as smooth and delicate as silk.
Her hand was grabbed by Wen Lingyi, and then each finger was kissed carefully and tenderly, from the base to the fingertips, leaving a warm and moist touch.
The air in the audio-visual room became thin and sticky, the heartbeat was beating in the eardrums, becoming faster and faster, and the breathing sound became heavier at some point, intertwined together.
The movie was still playing on the screen, and the background music was soft and soothing, becoming the best white noise at the moment, covering up other more private sounds.
Zhou Jianxing unconsciously opened his lips slightly, trying to inhale more oxygen, looking at the person above with a dazed look.
His hand froze limply in mid-air, his fingers glistening with a thin layer of water light under the fluorescent light.
Wen Lingyi sat up and straddled Zhou Jianxing, the light from the projector outlining her figure.
She looked down at Zhou Jianxing beneath her, reached out and slowly pulled down the thin strap of her dress.
"I want you," Wen Lingyi said, revealing her white, thin teeth between her red lips. Her voice was hoarse, "Possess me."
"Zhou Jianxing," she took Zhou Jianxing's hand, guiding him to hold her waist, "I am yours, only yours."
The hand on the waist began to caress slowly. Zhou Jianxing looked up at Wen Lingyi, his eyes focused and absorbed, as if he was concentrating on admiring a famous painting in an art gallery.
"But," Zhou Jianxing's voice was hesitant, and his movements were also hesitant, "I'm afraid I might hurt you."
She always remembered Wen Lingyi saying that she was afraid of pain.
"Baby," Wen Lingyi pulled Zhou Jianxing up, their noses almost touching. She looked into Zhou Jianxing's eyes and spoke softly, "You won't hurt me."
As she spoke, she moved back a little, leaning her back against the armrest of the sofa, the toe of one foot tapping weakly on the carpet.
"Let's take it slow," she hooked her finger at Zhou Jianxing, "Okay?"
…
I don't know how long it took before the rapid breathing in the audio-visual room gradually subsided.
"Sister," Zhou Jianxing's originally sweet voice became a little hoarse. She raised her sweaty neck and looked at Wen Lingyi, whose eyes were out of focus. "It seems like you washed my face again."
Zhou Jianxing has become a bad person. No one knows from whom he learned this.
Wen Lingyi's eyes were red with excitement. She turned her head and bit her lower lip, then stretched out a slightly trembling hand and helplessly covered Zhou Jianxing's eyes, which were too clear and filled with smiles at the moment.
The palm of my hand felt slightly itchy as long and thick eyelashes gently blinked and scratched me.
Her body tensed, but she couldn't close her legs.
"That's enough," she said, feeling uncomfortable with Zhou Jianxing's torture. "Come in..."
"Don't be afraid." Zhou Jianxing leaned closer and kissed her forehead gently. Then he placed one hand on the side of Wen Lingyi's body, forming a covering posture. "Sister, let's take it slow. Let's start with the little finger..."
"Sister, I will be very careful..."
Wen Lingyi was confused and wondered, "Didn't you say you didn't like being called sister? Why is she calling me sister so much now?"
…
My sister kept on screaming.
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