Chapter 66: Wenxi Overturned
Chapter 66
After opening WeChat, Wen Xi first sent a message to the dormitory group saying that he would not be back today.
[溪流成海]: I won't be back tonight either~
[Look at your handsome brother]: (OK)
[OMG I am so handsome]: (OK)
[Prince Yan]: (rolling eyes)
[The stream becomes the sea]: (Rose)
When Wen Xi stayed at Park Hyatt Manor during the heavy rain yesterday, he had already informed his roommates that he would be sleeping outside. The other two thought he was working as usual and did not come home at night like he did when he stayed at Ming Yao's rental house some time ago. Only Yan and Su, who knew the truth behind the scenes, silently left six points for him.
Today is just as harmonious.
My roommates all responded with the simple "love and peace" emoji, indicating that they had checked the message notifications.
Wen Xi nodded with satisfaction and switched the dialog box with Ming Yao.
It is now 8:30 in the evening. Ming Yao has been following the big boss of Ni Ye Club on a transnational mission of "traveling around the world for the main mission and studying bartending techniques for the side mission". He has been flying all over the world and seeing all kinds of customs and cultures. It seems that Ming Yao, a freeloader, is enjoying it very much.
Wen Xi quickly calculated the time difference in his mind. It should still be daytime in the country where Ming Yao is now.
I don’t know if Mingyao has gotten up yet.
Wen Xi was just about to tap Ming Yao's profile picture to test his status, but before his fingertips touched the screen, Ming Yao's voice call request popped up on his phone.
[If you are unhappy, Superman will apply for a voice call with you]
It couldn't be more coincidental. Wen Xi was surprised and clicked the accept button.
The moment the call was connected, Ming Yao's excited voice came out from the receiver.
"Fuck Wenxi, what is that in your Moments? What's the difference between that and the official announcement?"
Wen Xi was startled by his excited shouting that broke her voice. She moved the phone closer to her ear. Her mind was a little dazed by his loud voice, and she subconsciously opened her circle of friends.
The latest post on Moments was published an hour ago and contained a photo of dinner.
In the photo, you can see that the table is filled with four dishes and one soup made by Zhu Chengyu himself, as well as some other side dishes. There are three sets of bowls and chopsticks, with the caption: Dinner made by my mother (*^▽^*)
Wen Xi posted it on WeChat Moments on impulse, and now the comment section is full of people wishing everyone a happy 99.
Wenxi:? He didn’t film the Banquet, how did you know that? (//_//)
After checking again, Wenxi successfully found Yanjue who was accidentally in the lower left corner of the photo. In fact, it was mainly a hand, half holding the juice bottle and pouring orange juice for Wenxi. The knuckles were slender, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed, which was always immersed in the shadow of the rolled-up sleeves at the wrist.
Ming Yao was as excited as a civet who had just eaten a melon: "What do you mean by dinner made by mom? Fuck, have you guys already developed to the point of meeting the parents?"
Originally, he just wanted to record it quietly, but Ming Yao could tell what he was doing at a glance.
Wen Xi couldn't hide it anymore and could only admit, "I saw my mom today. I just wanted to share our dinner and didn't notice that I took a picture of the banquet. Everyone was watching it so carefully and noticed it so quickly."
“Oh my god, do you know that I am overflowing with happiness in the photos I took?”
Ming Yao couldn't help screaming from the other end of the phone, "Didn't you notice that Yan Jue's body was a little turned? I bet he was looking at you when you were taking the photo seriously. I can't even imagine how warm it was at that time!"
After Ming Yao said this, Wen Xi realized that Yan Jue and his mother were looking at him when he was taking the photo, but he was so excited at the time that he didn't notice.
Wen Xi blushed as she looked at the photo and murmured, "It seems like there is a little bit."
"I didn't expect you guys to develop so fast. You've already met your parents in just a few days." Ming Yao sighed, "Yan Jue is too hasty. It seems like he dared to take you to get the marriage certificate just because you turned 20."
"It's a pity that our Wenwen has never met many men, but she was taken to get a marriage certificate by a scheming old man and was eaten up by him."
Wen Xi's face exploded with anger, and he stuttered as he said, "No... How could it be so fast... I'm still young."
Ming Yao made an ambiguous sound, "Stupid Wen Xi."
"What does it mean to be 20? It's the time when the two completely different temperaments of immaturity and maturity merge in the most sensible way, just like a newly ripe peach, which is so tender that it will ooze out juice when you pinch it."
"I guess if you go out and slap someone, the first thing that will hit your face before the pain is the orange scent on your hands, which is no different from the freshly cooked braised pork, and can attract those stinky dogs to bark from a distance of two miles."
Wen Xi: "What you said... is too exaggerated!"
"You don't understand," Ming Yao continued to chatter, "We can't be like alpha and omega, who have a deep bond and can tell whether someone is in a relationship by just smelling pheromones. He can rest assured that he has a legal status without getting a marriage certificate and a stamp of approval from the state. He will just hold you back if you are a little bit smaller. In two years, your family will be 30 years old. Do you know that men will start to decline at 25?"
The language description of the aboriginals in the flower market for ten years is so terrifying.
Wen Xi's eyes widened, he was extremely angry, but he couldn't say anything to refute. After all, Yan Jue was so jealous of himself that he might really drag him to get married as soon as he reached the age.
Ming Yao heard Wen Xi's rapid breathing as he hesitated to speak, and he knew he had hit the point. He listened to the silence beside him and asked curiously, "Where are you now? What were you doing just now?"
"ah?"
Ming Yao kept talking in a series of dense and straightforward words, which directly burned Wenxi's CPU. He threw his phone on the bed, covered his face with his hands, and lay on the quilt.
"In the banquet room," Wen Xi answered the question in a voice that sounded no different from the automated customer service, "I was just looking at photos."
"What photos?"
There are still important things that have not been resolved. Wen Xi took a deep breath, slowly climbed up from the quilt, and picked up the mobile phone. His furry head was round and fluffy, and his frizzy hair seemed like a fuse for lighting a fire. His ears were red as if bleeding and were about to explode.
"It's the photo album of Yanjue's high school years. The house I'm in now is his old house."
"It's an old family house, a standard feature of a wealthy family. Damn it, I'm going to fight these rich people."
"Then he left a photo album when he lived here in high school. I was curious, so I took it out and looked at it."
"How about it?"
"I looked at the photos," Wen Xi changed the subject. Now that he was a little more relaxed, he flipped through the photo album again and said sincerely, "He was so handsome in high school. He must have been a big shot on campus, but I guess no one dared to pursue him."
"Why?"
Wen Xi took a picture of the photo on the first page of the album, showing the man with a fierce look in his eyes, and lowered his voice and said furtively, "Because he looked even tougher to mess with when he was a kid. If I went to the same high school as him, I would probably avoid him when I saw him."
"Wow." Ming Yao exclaimed, "Cold-faced male high schooler, good stuff."
Wenxi: “Why do you say that?”
"Let me tell you something," Ming Yao chuckled, "You know I read a novel recently. It's about a simple-minded, pure-hearted bisexual beauty and a gloomy senior male student who is harder than diamonds."
"People's aesthetic tastes are generally fixed. He fell in love with you at first sight when he was 28, and he would probably be more direct when he was 18. Except that you are not Shuang'er, you and the 18-year-old Yan Jue can be directly put into the same frame, okay."
Wen Xi listened in a daze.
I don't know why the topic suddenly went in a strange direction.
The phone rang, and Wen Xi looked down and saw that Ming Yao had directly sent him a txt document.
[Unhappy is Superman]: "After being criticized by the gloomy male senior, I was deeply loved"
[If you are not happy, you will be a superman]: #years#campus#tutoring
Wen Xi looked at the straightforward title of the novel and felt her fingers getting hot while holding the phone.
This is really too embarrassing, but Ming Yao is still chattering on: "This little 0 looks like an ordinary little boy, but he is holding a treasure. They have been talking about this little secret for a long time but they dare not tell 1. After hesitating for a long time, they dare not say it. They are struggling to think, how should I tell my husband."
Huh? Huh?
Why does this plot setting look so familiar?
Isn't this what Wenxi is like now? Are there really such coincidences in the world?
No matter how surprised he was, it was still a similar script. Wen Xi's heart was pounding. He suppressed his shame and pretended to be casual, pretending to be just curious and asked: "How did you find out in the end? I want to hear the spoiler."
"It was like sitting on someone's lap to do homework, and kissing her on the lips when she got it right. As they were kissing, they half-heartedly discovered her. The bottom was worried that the top didn't like her, after all, it was rare. But in fact, the top loved her to death. She was such a beautiful flower, and no one else knew about it, could not see it, or touch it. He could do whatever he wanted, and it was so exciting. But he was pretending, and the little 0 kept it to himself for so long, and the 1 was thinking of ways to punish the little 0, and he sucked hard when he caught her."
"This paragraph is so well written, it's a pleasure to watch it. It's the sound of tongues stirring in the mouth and then swallowing each other's saliva. It would be great if it could be recorded as a radio drama. It would definitely be very touching if the CV with a low and magnetic voice texture was given some real voice. You can definitely imagine the squeaking of that little voice."
Wen Xi had a dull expression.
("゜ロ゜)"? ? ?
Wen Xi's face flushed, like an innocent little cabbage who was wrongly accused, and she stammered while holding her phone, "Why...how can you say that I can imagine it?"
"You are talking nonsense, aren't you? Yan Jue looks fierce, so it would be easy for him to kiss you harder. I don't believe you don't have some similar experience."
The memory of being kissed on the back of my head in the teahouse until I had to drink water to quench my thirst came back to me.
The gurgling sound was like an auditory hallucination, replaying in his ears, and Wen Xi suddenly fell silent.
He shouldn't imagine it.
No.
o(>﹏<)o
Ming Yao became more and more excited as he spoke, "Didn't you two just meet your parents today? You were so affectionate. Even though you don't have Xiaohua, it doesn't make any difference."
"You can cosplay as seniors or juniors at night, and then play a little to add some fun -"
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
But he has it!!!
This is something that can be imitated casually!
ε＝ε＝ε＝(#>д<)
Ming Yao said these words in a very sincere and calm tone, and you could tell that he was making suggestions with real feelings.
But Wen Xi's face was much thinner than his, and her shame was exhausted. She said in a panic: "...Don't say it, I'm scared."
Without caring about Ming Yao's reaction, Wen Xi hung up the phone directly, and the call interface turned into a chat interface.
[Unhappy is Superman]: Eh? Why did you hang up?
[Unhappy is Superman]: What are you afraid of (⊙_⊙)
[If you are unhappy, you will be a superman]: You don’t have flowers.
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: You can really consider my suggestion. You should try some new things during the period of passionate love.
[The stream becomes the sea]: Ahhhhh!
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: No!!!
[The stream becomes the sea]: (anger) (anger) (anger)
[If I’m unhappy I’ll be a superman]: (╯▽╰) Okay okay, I won’t do it anymore. I won’t tease you anymore.
[If You Are Unhappy You Are Superman]: Hiss, the sb boss asked me to buy him coffee, but he doesn’t have hands.
[Unhappy is Superman]: Finally, I want to share with you some of my best stuff. I think you will be able to use it soon. Learning in advance is good for your health.
Wen Xi felt something was wrong.
[If you are not happy, you will be a superman]: [DOI from entry to mastery (advanced tutorial).a v.]
[If you are not happy, you will be a superman]: You are welcome (love) (love) (love)
Wenxi: ???
After three seconds, Wen Xi finally realized what kind of tutorial this was.
The hot cell phone in his hand felt like a landmine about to explode.
Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!
He doesn't need this tutorial now!!!
(;≧o≦)y
Help.
What is Mingyao thinking about every day? Can he be more tactful when speaking?
Wen Xi's fingers tapped heavily on the keyboard.
[Streams become seas]: Look at some clear water! ! ! (〃＞皿＜)
[Stream Becomes Sea]: (Bomb) (Bomb) (Bomb)
After firing off more than a dozen bombshells, Wen Xi threw his phone directly onto the bed. Then, steam coming out of his body and with a red tomato face, he walked straight to the bathroom without looking back.
Wen Xi walked into the bathroom and was about to take off her clothes to take a cold shower, but suddenly realized that she hadn't brought anything in. She couldn't just go out naked to look for clothes after taking a shower, what if Yan Jue bumped into her by accident? Wen Xi went out again with a red face and opened the closet to look for pajamas.
The wardrobe in this room is a real wardrobe, not a walk-in wardrobe. When you open the door, you see a row of neatly arranged black and gold school uniforms, from small to large sizes. Looking to the side, you can see the new pajamas and underwear that the aunt has prepared for the two of them.
The smallest size of school uniform fits tightly against Wenxi's pajamas. It is about 180cm in size, just a little bigger than this pajamas.
If Wenxi, who is 170cm tall, wears it, it will be an oversized version of the school uniform.
He was just the age of a senior high school graduate, with ready-made props, a pre-set script, and a good opportunity to confess.
But I just swore solemnly that I wouldn't do it.
The slap in the face came too quickly.
Wen Xi crossed his arms and examined the 180cm school uniform in front of him.
【School Uniform】: Come and wear it on me, go go go go.
【Wenxi】：￣□￣∥—→（￣へ￣）—→(￣.￣)
Opportunity is fleeting, once lost, it will never come back.
The first effort is strong, the second will weaken and the third will be exhausted.
[School uniform taken into the bathroom]: ︿(￣︶￣)︿
[Wenxi has lost all his strength and means]: (ㄒoㄒ)
*
22:00
Yan Jue had just finished processing the last document. He closed his eyes to relieve the dryness in his eyes, reached out to turn off the computer, and prepared to go back to the bedroom.
When I looked up inadvertently, I saw that the study door was quietly pushed open a small gap.
There was only a small gap the size of a palm. There was no light outside the door and it was pitch black. The light in the study was on, so the furry round head and the white face the size of a palm were particularly conspicuous.
The narrow and bright eyes rolled around and the movements were stealthy. Every time the door moved, the person outside felt more guilty, as if he was about to do something bad.
Wen Xi prepared himself mentally for a long time before putting on the school uniform. The clothes were a little big, so he had to roll up his trouser legs to make them fit. He let his hands hang down, and the cuffs of his shirt covered the back of his hands, leaving only half of his slender white fingers exposed.
No matter how he looks in the mirror, he looks like a high school student, and there is nothing wrong with him. If you throw him back to the School of Foreign Languages 10 years ago, no one can tell that Wen Xi is a junior student.
Now that you have made up your mind to make a half-hearted confession through role-playing, you must act boldly.
Wen Xi picked up a workbook from the drawer as a prop, plucked up the courage and walked towards the study with the book in his arms.
The door was closed and it was quiet inside. Wen Xi couldn't hear any sound even when he was lying on the door. He was also worried that if he barged in rashly, he would disturb Yan, who might be listening to the meeting decisions of his subordinates with headphones on.
I stood at the door for a long time, hesitating, thinking that since I had come here in vain, I couldn't come in vain, so I prepared to open the door and take a quick look at the situation.
Wen Xi moved very gently and pressed the handle down. The moment he felt the lock tongue retract and the door could be opened, his heart almost jumped out of his chest with nervousness. He pushed the door open little by little, not even breathing, for fear that his breathing would make a sound and be discovered by Yan Jue.
As the gap in the door panel gradually widened, Yan Jue's figure gradually became completely clear.
Yan Jue loosened his tie and undid one button on his shirt collar, leaving his collar open to reveal his sexy neck. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and working on documents with his head lowered. His hair hung messily on the edge of his glasses, hiding his sharp eyebrows and eyes, reducing his age and making him look a lot younger.
He pursed his lips slightly, and the Montblanc pen was casually held between his slender fingertips. When reading the document, his fingers were unintentionally hooked, and the ruby on the end of the pen swayed along with it. His expression was focused, and he really felt like a high school student doing homework.
The meeting was not held. Realizing this, Wen Xi couldn't help but hold the exercise book tightly in his arms, his fingertips touching the edge of the pages. The originally smooth pages became frayed due to his unconscious picking.
He stared at Yan Jue quietly, making a frantic decision in his mind: should he go in now or go in now.
Ahhhhh! I'm so nervous :(
Yan Jue raised his eyes nonchalantly, and the two of them looked at each other unexpectedly.
Well, don’t worry about it. There’s no point in worrying about it.
Wen Xi took a deep breath, feeling weak in the heart, and pushed open the door, completely exposing his current appearance.
The room suddenly fell into a delicate balance. No one spoke, but everyone stared at each other intently.
Yan Jue stared at Wen Xi motionlessly. The boy's face turned red with shame. He moved forward step by step, timidly approaching him until he stopped in front of him. Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi with flickering eyes and spoke slowly.
"Student Wenxi, what do you want to talk to me about?"
There was no fluctuation in Yan Jue's tone when he spoke, and although he was looking up at people, his dark eyes made Wen Xi feel that he was being scrutinized.
Wen Xi instinctively licked his lips, which were already soft and wet from his biting, and became even redder. He glanced at the expressionless Yan Jue with trepidation, then placed the exercise book he was holding tightly in his arms on the table, touched the cover [Geography Review Questions] with his blushing fingertips, took a deep breath, and spoke pitifully.
Wenxi frowned slightly, as if she had encountered something very annoying, and looked worried, but her eyes were full of hope when she looked at Yanjue. Her eyes were bright and she pointed at the exercise book with one hand, and the other hand had quietly hooked the ring finger of Yanjue's left hand on his leg, gently pinching it with two soft fingertips, shaking it and asking in a soft voice: "Senior Yanjue, I'm Wenxi, two years younger than you. I've been having some trouble studying recently. I know you have good grades, so I want to find you to be my tutor."
"Senior Yanjue, can you help me with my studies?"
Yan Jue raised his eyes and stared at Wen Xi without blinking. The black and gold academic-style uniform of the Foreign Languages School made the boy's already fair skin look even whiter and tenderer. The uniform was a size too big for him, so he was wrapped up tightly everywhere, leaving only his thin wrists and ankles exposed. He was holding an exercise book in his arms, and it looked like he was here to ask questions, but his body was still wet from having just showered, giving off a deliberate and ignorant green meaning.
"It's not impossible, but I won't make up for it in vain." Yan Jue turned the Mont Blanc casually. The stupid pig in front of him didn't know how to continue the play. Looking at Wen Xi's red eyes, he spoke in a cold voice as if to remind him, "You have to bring something to exchange with me."
He knew that Yan Jue was a bad guy.
Wen Xi looked at the man's teasing eyes, bit her lip, and asked, "What do you want, Senior?"
"Think about it yourself."
The tone was calm, but the words were extremely vicious.
Wen Xi looked at the unnaturally rolling mole on Yan Jue's throat, pursed her lips in distress, lowered her head, her pretty face full of confusion, and curled up her fingertips on the exercise book, as if she had made a great decision. She clenched her fists and took a small step forward, resting her knees on the man's suit pants, rubbing them to give a signal, and Yan Jue leaned back lazily, letting his younger brother do whatever he wanted.
Wen Xi sat on Yan Jue's thighs, grabbed Yan Jue's sleeve with her right hand, tilted her head back and gently touched his thin lips.
It took several attempts to finally pry open her lips successfully, and she licked Yan Jue's tongue tip with awkward and timid movements. The moment it touched her, her misty eyes widened slightly, as if she was frightened, and she quickly withdrew her tongue.
Wen Xi blushed, lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "Is this enough? I kissed you."
After saying that, she couldn't help but raise her head and reminded Yan Jue not to go too far. Her face flushed as she whispered softly, "Senior, don't be too greedy."
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Xi's red ears. He didn't know why his shy boyfriend suddenly did this, but it didn't stop him from enjoying himself.
He suddenly shook his thigh, and Wen Xi was thrown into his arms by his sudden movement. Only half of his butt was sitting, but it was completely firm, round and soft.
Wen Xi looked up in surprise, and ran straight into dark eyes. With his eyebrows pressed down, there was undisguised enjoyment in his eyes. Wen Xi's heartbeat trembled, and his breathing became rapid. Before he could figure out how to act next, he heard Yan Jue speak in a calm voice, "Wen Wen, take off your glasses."
Wen Xi was really confused. With trembling breath, he raised his hand to help Yan Jue take off the pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The wolf eyes that were covered up suddenly became aggressive.
Almost at the same time as the glasses were taken off, the Montblanc watch that was clamped between the slender knuckles fell on the table with a "click". The sound of the collision echoed in the room where a pin drop could be heard, and it was so loud that it was earth-shaking.
Wen Xi instinctively looked, but as soon as she tilted her head, her jaw was pinched fiercely by rough fingertips, followed by an urgent raping of lips and tongue. Wen Xi widened her eyes, stammered and swallowed, and the quiet room was suddenly filled with the ambiguous sound of sobbing.
Wen Xi's cheeks turned red after being kissed, and he was released. He fell weakly into Yan Jue's arms and legs, breathing heavily with a dull look in his eyes. Yan Jue pinched Wen Xi's jaw to make him tilt his head back so that he could breathe more smoothly.
Wen Xi was out of breath from the kiss, but she was still thinking about something. She tilted her head back, her narrow eyes were filled with charming mist, and her lower eyelids were round like a confused deer: "You kissed me so hard, my mouth hurts."
Yan Jue moved the finger that was pinching the boy's jaw to his soft lips, and wiped away the saliva that overflowed from his lips with a heavy movement, "It won't be easy."
Wen Xi was silent for a moment, with a wooden face, and said in a deep voice: "Can you teach me? I can't kiss you for nothing."
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi with his eyelids lowered, then raised his eyebrows and said nastily: "I will only teach you one question."
But he kissed me for five or six minutes, and my tongue became numb!
What kind of profiteer is this!
Wen Xi couldn't help but glare at Yan Jue. She hadn't forgotten her mission yet. She tried to calm her breathing, straightened her body and hugged Yan Jue's neck. She said with determination, "Then... can I trade with you for a secret that no one else knows?"
His voice was shaking, but his expression showed that he was ready to die.
Yan Jue paused and said, "What secret?"
Wen Xi looked at him, his heart in turmoil. He didn't know whether Yan Jue would find it strange when he saw him, or whether he would hate him and think he was a monster, but he didn't want to hide it from Yan Jue now.
Wen Xi tilted her head and looked at Yan Jue intently, completely unaware that her eyes were red. She felt aggrieved and helpless, and her eyes were full of love. She almost cried.
"I told you, don't be afraid."
No matter how slow Yan Jue was, he finally realized why the thin-skinned Wen Xi was taking the initiative tonight, contrary to his usual behavior.
Now it's time for the stupid pig to finally muster up the courage to confess.
Yan's determination was completely weakened. He lowered his head and kissed Wen Xi's eyelids. He said helplessly, "I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid of a pig. It doesn't matter what secrets you have."
"Really?"
"Um."
"Okay then, I said it."
Wen Xi took a deep breath and said calmly, "Actually... I'm a hermaphrodite."
"I...I'm not like you."
Yan Jue's throat rolled violently, and after a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "What's the difference?"
Yan Jue's attitude gave the anxious Wen Xi great encouragement. He blinked and a tear fell on Yan Jue's hand. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control it. He wiped his tears on Yan Jue's neck, lowered his head and stuttered, "I... I don't know how to say it... You can see for yourself."
He was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"Then I'll do it."
Wen Xi was carried to the desk, with a folded pair of school uniform pants under his butt.
The light in the study was on brightly, and everything could be seen clearly.
It was a very beautiful flower, tender, pink, and pretty, and its appearance was very similar to its owner's at the moment, so cute and adorable.
Wenxi had seen it many times, but this was the first time he saw it together with another one.
Shame almost overwhelmed his mind. He closed his eyes and dared not look at anything. Everything in front of him was pitch black, but his hearing seemed to be amplified countless times.
"It's beautiful, not weird."
Wen Xi's breathing became rapid and his back felt weak as he stared at the flower with a burning gaze.
The room was deadly quiet, with only Yan Jue's heavy breathing continuously entering Wenxi's cochlea.
"Student Wenxi, what kind of job are you going to do after graduation?"
Wen Xi didn't understand why the topic of the banquet changed so quickly in this scene. Is it so principled of an actor to ask such a question?
He opened his eyes blankly, his eyes were blurry, but he still answered breathlessly: "I...I want to be an engineer and win the big prize to benefit mankind."
"Yeah?"
After Wen Xi answered, Yan Jue opened the desk drawer, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Under Wen Xi's confused gaze, Yan Jue picked Wen Xi up with one hand and held him horizontally, the cigarette butt in his mouth flashing scarlet.
Yan Jue held him and walked into the dark and silent corridor. Wen Xi refused to close his eyes and could not see anything. The darkness intensified his confusion and panic. He instinctively hugged Yan Jue's neck to seek a sense of security.
And the next second, the pupils contracted.
…
The water hit the floor with a dull thud.
Snap——
The bedroom lights are on.
Yan Jue threw Wen Xi onto the soft bed. Wen Xi fell to the ground suddenly. His eyes blurred. When his vision became clear again, a big wet hand was already pressing on his soft and white belly.
Yan Jue's voice was very hoarse: "Engineer Wen."
"Your own water is flowing everywhere. Great Engineer, can you fix yourself?"
Wen Xi widened his eyes and looked at Yan Jue in disbelief.
The man was half-kneeling in front of him, with a cigarette in his mouth and smoke drifting away. The man's cold and ascetic appearance was not clear, but the scarlet cigarette butt stimulated Wen Xi's emotions.
An invisible sense of crisis surged in his heart, and Wen Xi instinctively kicked his legs back, but his ankle was firmly grasped by someone, and then stepped on the man's shoulder without any resistance.
Yan Jue took a puff of his cigarette, leaned over, and breathed on the delicate skin.
"Banquet Decision——"
The smoke was so hot that Wen Xi couldn't control her tears. She grabbed the man's hair and pulled it up, shouting in panic, "It's hot."
And Yan Jue really raised his head following the force, and there was some wetness on the tip of his tall nose.
"Xixi, it's not strange at all. I like everything about you."
As soon as the words fell, the man leaned over again and kissed her for real.
The burning lips and tongue proved the truth of Yan Jue's words.
A flash of white light passed before Wen Xi's eyes.
My mind was instantly distracted.
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