Wine tasting tutorial
Two days seemed stretched into two centuries.
There are only a few words of communication in the WeChat dialog box, which are simple "Good morning", "Good night", and "Have you eaten?" over and over again.
Although they were in the same concrete jungle, Zhou Jianxing felt like he was trapped on an isolated island. Wen Lingyi was like the vague halo of a distant lighthouse, visible but unreachable.
Every time she asked, "Would you like to have dinner together?" or "I'll see you in the evening?", she was met with a cold "I have an appointment" or "I'm working overtime," like a stone thrown into a deep well, without even an echo.
Zhou Jianxing's emotions were being pulled, rising and falling between expectation and disappointment.
An absurd illusion of "long-distance relationship" gnaws at Zhou Jianxing, a mixture of the anxiety of waiting and the bitterness of being rejected.
She could only keep looking through the photos of Wen Lingyi in the album and imagine meeting her again and again in her mind.
Zhou Jianxing had always thought she was an indifferent person because she rarely worried or fretted about anything.
If she hadn't met Wen Lingyi, she probably would never have known that she was such an emotional person.
Wen Lingyi, this name made every pore of her body tremble. It was the desire in her heart calling out, like a symptom of addiction.
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Finally, Saturday arrived. It was the day I had agreed to spend tending to the garden.
A complete time that belongs only to them, not interrupted by work.
If Wen Lingyi was willing to waste the whole day on Zhou Jianxing.
Zhou Jianxing got up very early today. Although she was going to do farm work, she still changed into a relatively slim and clean set of clothes. She also brushed her muddy sneakers clean.
Wearing a sun hat, Zhou Jianxing looked at himself repeatedly in front of the dressing mirror. He seemed to have become a little more mature than before.
Her adolescence finally ended this summer.
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Wen Lingyi stood at the door of the villa, and the morning light cast a golden edge on her delicate profile.
She gets up earlier, and every detail of her body is carefully polished, with just the right amount of clear makeup and sexy dresses that outline her figure.
Ten minutes before the agreed time, that familiar figure appeared at the end of the sight.
Zhou Jianxing strode forward, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead and straight nose, shining in the sun. His wheat-colored skin had the texture of metallic copper, as if a bodybuilder had applied varnish before going on stage.
Sure enough, the sun is the best filter for Zhou Jianxing, making her beauty effortlessly beautiful.
The white I-shaped vest was slightly stained dark by sweat, fitting tightly against the heaving chest and tight waist and abdomen. The hem of the dark blue shirt tied at the waist swayed with the steps, and the camouflage wide-leg pants wrapped around the powerful long legs.
What comes to your face is the scorching youthful vitality that is almost burning.
Wen Lingyi felt her throat a little dry, her larynx rolled slightly, and her eyes followed Zhou Jianxing's footsteps as he walked towards her.
She had to admit that she missed this body very, very much, missed its scorching temperature, and missed its clumsy and docile response.
Zhou Jianxing felt shy when Wen Lingyi stared at her, and nervously grabbed the hem of her shirt with her hands. After briefly greeting Wen Lingyi, she threw herself completely into the work in the garden.
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Zhou Jianxing was working hard in the garden. The smell of soil turned up by the hoe mixed with the sweet smell of grass juice.
Wen Lingyi walked over with ice water and handed the cup directly to Zhou Jianxing's lips.
This time, Zhou Jianxing only paused slightly before he obediently tilted his head back, his throat rolling as he swallowed in big gulps. A little ice water flowed from the corner of his lips, meandering down his sweaty neck.
Wen Lingyi took out a wet wipe and wiped the sweat away accurately and gently just before it rolled into Zhou Jianxing's eyes.
This time, Zhou Jianxing did not dodge, but his eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly.
The breakthrough in their physical intimacy and the torment of being "in a different place" for just two days seemed to make Zhou Jianxing's body surrender to her tacitly before his reason.
It even seemed as if the two of them had already been familiar with this way of getting along, and were naturally close.
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The work was done, and the fragrance of the earth still filled the air. Wen Lingyi looked at Zhou Jianxing's sweat-soaked vest and asked with a smile, "Master Zhou, do you have any other plans for today?"
Zhou Jianxing shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest.
She mustered up her courage and asked cautiously, "Do you want to... go hiking? I know a route with few people and great scenery..."
She described the uncommercial, rugged hiking route with her eyes shining and full of anticipation.
Zhou Jianxing had prepared his itinerary a day in advance. The area was crisscrossed by streams, towering trees blocked out the sun, and the temperature was several degrees lower than in the city. In the height of summer, the chirping of birds and the buzzing of cicadas filled the air. A dirt road, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, meandered through the area, a place rarely visited by people and filled with wild charm.
Climbing a mountain? Wen Lingyi opened her eyes wide in disbelief, as if she was looking at an alien creature.
I really don’t know what Zhou Jianxing is thinking about all day. It’s such a hot day, such a rare holiday date, and he wants to go hiking with a beautiful woman?
Under such scorching sun, challenging a rugged mountain road? Wen Lingyi's inherent aversion to exercise suddenly surged up, not to mention the weather that could cause a person to be sunburned.
"No," she refused decisively, her voice filled with a hint of disgust. "It's so hot. It's so nice to just stay at home."
"Home," Zhou Jianxing blushed, and remembered that stormy night again, and the things that happened in this villa that were enough to overturn her world.
She swallowed nervously, her throat dry.
Wen Lingyi noticed her shyness and knew not to push her too hard.
This easily frightened little rabbit will retreat back into its hole if pushed into a corner.
She slowly approached Zhou Jianxing and lowered her voice, "Last time I saw you couldn't even eat Western food... I'll teach you how to appreciate wine. It's just right, I wanted to have a drink with you last time, but I didn't have the chance because I had to drive."
He spoke very slowly, and each word was wrapped in the moisture of his mouth and sprayed on Zhou Jianxing's earlobe.
"Can you take a shower now, baby?" Wen Lingyi took a deep breath of the air around Zhou Jianxing, which was filled with a faint smell of sweat, like the smell of fermented cheese.
"There are clothes for you in the bathroom," she said with a smile, stepping back to create distance.
She even called him baby, so Zhou Jianxing could only nod.
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Wen Lingyi returned to her room and looked at her makeup in the mirror again to make sure it was flawless.
Then, she picked up the nail clippers and cut her perfectly trimmed nails shorter one by one, and then carefully used a file to smooth out all possible edges and corners until her fingertips were round and smooth, like warm shells.
She looked at her calm, almost cold eyes in the mirror, but her fingertips trembled slightly.
It seemed like he had been longing for Zhou Jianxing for a long time, but he had to consider the other person's feelings.
Even if she was pretending to be sincere towards Zhou Jianxing, who said there wasn't some sincerity in it?
Knowing Zhou Jianxing was shy, she had hastily given her her own pajamas, which were too small. But this time, she had specifically bought a brand new set of pure white home clothes in Zhou Jianxing's size.
Bat-wing sleeve T-shirt and loose cotton and linen trousers, the material was as soft as clouds. She put this set of clothes on the shelf in the bathroom in advance.
Zhou Jianxing walked out wearing a loose white home suit, with wet chestnut curly hair sticking to his forehead.
The loose clothes made her figure look even thinner, and her collarbone cast a deep shadow under the loose neckline, making her look like something fragile, yet strangely exuding a tenacious vitality like wild grass.
She looked at Wen Lingyi, her eyes brightening surprisingly, even with a hint of unbelievable hope: "Is this... bought specially for me?"
Wen Lingyi raised an eyebrow, a layer of indifference appeared on her face. She didn't want to admit it, so she deliberately kept her voice casual and said stubbornly, "I bought it for my husband before. He has been abroad and hasn't worn it yet. Don't worry, it's clean."
She turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at Zhou Jianxing's eyes which dimmed in an instant. The light faded so quickly that it made her panic.
She could only add dryly, trying to make amends: "You have a much better figure than him, and you look...very nice in clothes."
Zhou Jianxing only hummed in a muffled voice, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the wide trouser legs. The excitement brought by the new clothes was completely extinguished by the word "husband".
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In front of the wine cabinet, the crystal glasses reflected the cold light.
Wen Lingyi demonstrated gracefully, and the red wine swirled in the glass, exuding a mellow fruity and oaky aroma.
Zhou Jianxing imitated her, clumsily shaking the glass, nearly spilling the crimson liquid. She tilted her head back and took a sip. The unaccustomed sour taste made her frown slightly, and a trace of wine slid down the corner of her lips.
"Don't waste it." Wen Lingyi's voice was very close, with a smile on her lips.
She reached out her hand, and her cool fingertips gently brushed across the corner of Zhou Jianxing's moist lips, trying to wipe away the wine stains.
At the moment when his fingertips touched the soft lips, Zhou Jianxing seemed to be startled by the sudden cold touch, and unconsciously and gently bit Wen Lingyi's restless finger with his teeth.
Time seemed to stand still.
The two froze at the same time. Wen Lingyi's fingers were wrapped in the warm mouth, and she could clearly feel the subtle knocks of teeth and the touch of the soft tongue.
Zhou Jianxing's eyes widened instantly, like a frightened deer, his teeth suddenly loosened, his cheeks flushed, and he took a step back in panic: "I'm sorry! I..."
The apology was blocked.
Wen Lingyi's eyes darkened instantly, like the sea before a storm, and the last bit of restraint was completely shattered by this clumsy collision.
She suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhou Jianxing's wrist, and pushed her back irresistibly.
Wen Lingyi's breath, with the slight intoxication of red wine and its own unique cold fragrance, enveloped the sky.
"Bang!"
Zhou Jianxing's back slammed heavily against the cold, solid wood wine cabinet, making a dull thud. A sharp, sharp pain, like bone colliding with something hard, ripped through her lower back. She groaned in pain, her body instantly limp, but Wen Lingyi pinned her firmly between the wine cabinet and her body, preventing her from moving.
That faint cry of pain was like a spark, igniting the pent-up dry wood.
Wen Lingyi's kiss followed, with a lingering hint of red wine and a predatory nature, forcefully prying open her teeth and conquering her.
Zhou Jianxing was swept away by the sudden storm. His mind went blank and he could only passively endure it. His fingers unconsciously grasped the expensive silk fabric on Wen Lingyi's back, leaving deep wrinkles.
The pain in her lower back and the intense entanglement between her lips and tongue mixed together, forming a strange and intense sensory storm that made her tremble all over.
The sharp corners of the wine cabinet hit the soft flesh of her lower back again during the intense movement. She groaned with a sharp pain, but buried the pain deeper into the kiss.
It was unknown how long it took before Wen Lingyi panted and moved back a little, resting her forehead against Zhou Jianxing's.
Her gaze fell on Zhou Jianxing's eyes, which were red due to pain and lack of oxygen. With a bit of pity, she gently stroked the lower back where she had hit the wine cabinet. Through the thin clothes, she could feel the heat swelling rapidly there.
"Little fool," Wen Lingyi's voice was hoarse with desire, and her fingertips gently stroked the edge of the bruise, "It hurts, tell me."
Zhou Jianxing panted disorderly, his eyes hazy. He shook his head gently, his eyelashes fluttering: "It doesn't hurt. What you gave me... doesn't hurt at all."
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