Chapter 68 I want to separate!
Chapter 68
Wen Xi pursed his lips and blinked his eyes, wondering how Yan Jue could be so arrogant that he could take possession of his little flower so confidently when they first met.
Wen Xi was shy, but at the same time, bubbles of joy were quietly rising in her heart. She loosened her hands that were grabbing Yan Jue's fingers, and under Yan Jue's gaze, she slowly put her hands together and covered her face.
The boy had slender fingers, with a shy pink at the joints and red nails. If you looked closely you could see faint crescents. He was covering his face with his hands and lowering his head. His round, hairy head covered his face, but his red, bleeding earlobes were just visible.
"Let you...be alright."
A muffled voice came out from the palm of his hand, hesitating, aggrieved and soft-hearted.
Yan Jue was stunned for a few seconds, then realized what he was given. He smiled, took a towel and wiped him dry carefully, squeezed the paste on his fingertips, and applied the medicine to him gently and carefully.
The ointment is cold, and when rubbed by the hot fingertips, it turns into moisturizing water.
Wen Xi covered his face and dared not open his eyes, but all his attention was focused on one point. Any disturbance in the outside world magnified the physical experience countless times, and a feeling of helplessness occupied his mind.
The wind blew against my legs, and the breath soothed my sensitive and fragile skin.
The first time was hot smoke, and the last time was a refreshing cool breeze.
But every time, he made no secret of his desire to monopolize it.
Wen Xi's bones were itching from the cool breeze, his leg muscles were twitching and spasming reflexively, and a soft electric current was flowing through his mind and body. He bit his lip, and mustered up the courage to quietly move the fingers covering his face to open a gap.
Then, as expected, they looked at each other during the banquet.
The man was watching him screw the cap of the anti-inflammatory ointment on and put it next to Wenxi's hand. The six big words "Special anti-inflammatory medicine for sex" were facing Wenxi.
Crash——
Clear, rapid water gushed out from the faucet, licking the man's blue-veined palms, while Yan Jue rubbed his fingers absentmindedly, especially the middle and ring fingers of his right hand.
Wen Xi's expression froze, and he looked away as if nothing had happened, pretending not to see it.
The faucet was turned off, and the silence in the room was strangely stimulating.
The man walked back to Wen Xi and stared at her in silence for a minute. He suddenly leaned over, half-bent over, lowered his head and blew a breath slowly. He raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Xi with a confident expression. Then he spoke, "Do you think the ointment is effective?"
Yan Jue's voice was calm and frank, as if asking if you are full. Wen Xi felt a shudder on his back. In fact, he couldn't feel whether the ointment was effective or not. He could only feel the cool air licking his skin, which ignited a creepy shiver.
Wen Xi reached out and pushed Yan Jue's shoulder, her cheeks flushed. She resisted the urge to run away immediately, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "It works, it must work. How can it be so fast? Don't worry..."
Really, I was so anxious that I was in a hurry to apply the medicine. The ointment was not as fierce and strong as his, and it did not work as quickly as the flower.
Yan Jue didn't move immediately. Wen Xi looked at him, feeling an inexplicable urge in his heart. He grabbed Yan Jue's hair beside his ear with his fingers, exerted a little force with his arms, and forcibly pulled him in front of him.
Wen Xi's slightly cool lips touched Yan Jue's thin lips, rubbed them, and then bit them hard with her teeth.
Wen Xi didn't control her strength well and bit her lip, a trace of bright red came out. Yan Jue frowned, but only frowned between his brows. He didn't even try to avoid it. He just looked at Wen Xi with drooped eyelids.
"Why bite?"
Wen Xi loosened the hand that was holding the person's hair and put it on Yan Jue's cheek, patting it with a crisp snapping sound. He was so fierce and his tone was indeed aggrieved and unconvinced. He said, "Can't I bite? But you've made me swollen!"
"I've never done this before. Can't I bite you? Humph."
Yan Jue's voice was a little muffled: "Okay."
Wen Xi immediately curled her eyes in delight and whispered, "Then from now on, please be gentle. You won't comfort me when I cry."
Because the more she cried, the dirtier her thoughts became, and the louder she cried the more she missed him.
Yan Jue's throat rolled, he clenched his fists as if he couldn't feel the pain of his nails digging into his palms, he licked the corner of his lips, the taste of blood passed through the tip of his tongue to his brain, the excitement and stimulation swept through his body like a wave of fire, burning his reason.
"Got it," Yan Jue lowered his head and kissed Wen Xi's lips. The wet and soft touch suppressed those straightforward and obscene thoughts, and replaced them with a restrained promise that he didn't know how reliable it was. "Just comfort her if she cries."
Don’t comfort the baby when he cries; comfort him when he cries; comfort him only when he cries.
The difference of one word can lead to completely different meanings.
At first glance it sounded like what Wenxi wanted, but after thinking about it carefully it felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.
Wen Xi blinked, not taking it seriously, and licked the wound on Yan Jue's lip that he had bitten himself with the tip of his tongue. He tasted a hint of rust and blood, then paused, comforting the greedy dog.
"Remember what you said. Good people keep their words. Do you still remember that we have to be good people?"
"Remember, keep your word." Yan Jue said calmly.
Wen Xi forgot the pain after her wound healed. She touched Yan Jue's face with her bare buttocks and babbled coquettishly, "I'm a little sleepy and don't have the energy to sleep. I said I would go back to school today, but I didn't go back."
Yan Jue continued the kiss without changing his expression, but his palm which was covered with ointment silently stroked Wen Xi's belly and pressed it with an ambiguous meaning, and the soft belly formed an arc that matched the shape of his palm.
"Hold on a little longer, I'll hold you and sleep."
"Well, do you want to take a shower?" Wen Xi, who was used to being held while sleeping, nodded without hesitation. She nodded seriously and said in a soft voice, "Then hurry up, is fifteen minutes enough?"
As soon as Wen Xi relaxed, she lost her sense of crisis, as if she had forgotten that she was still naked, and her dangling feet habitually stepped on Yan Jue's thigh.
Banquet decision: "..."
Fifteen minutes isn't enough.
He looked at the stupid pig whose pajamas collar was loose and half of his shoulders were exposed, but whose eyes were clear and free of distractions, and whose face was serious and he was estimating his bath time solemnly. He lowered his eyes, tried to hold back, but couldn't, so he reached out and pinched Wen Xi's armpit, "lifted" him off the sink, and then very considerately and kindly lifted up Wen Xi's collar, which had been down for a long time.
My shoulder suddenly felt warm.
After realizing what kind of attitude he had been confronting Yan Jue with, Wen Xi, who had been chattering about organizing the materials for his admission to graduate school tomorrow, suddenly fell silent.
He spoke with his shoulders exposed, showing no momentum at all. His threats were no different from seduction. No wonder Yan was so absent-minded.
After staring at each other for a long time, Wen Xi's ears turned red and her face became gloomy, and she reached out and punched Yan Jue.
The punch was very powerful, making the man stagger. Afraid of being caught and bullied, Wen Xi ran away quickly with bare legs after beating the man. His back looked panic-stricken, and there were red marks on his white and tender buttocks from the folds of his school uniform.
Clang——
The bathroom door was slammed shut, and Wen Xi's angry roar of shame was heard from outside the door.
"I hate you, I'll punish you as a bad guy!"
"Separate, separate!"
"I don't want to sleep with you, go sleep in the study!"
One is justified and the other is hypocritical.
Yan Jue opened the quilt, and Wen Xi, who was still half asleep, automatically crawled into his arms out of habit. Even though she felt cold because of the man's icy coldness, she hummed a few times to express her dissatisfaction, but still bravely put her head on Yan Jue's neck.
The entire process was recorded by Yanjue with his mobile phone as evidence, in case some shy pig got angry and denied it the next day.
Before turning off the lights, Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi's chubby little face, as if he thought of something. He reached out and decisively pinched her soft face, pinched her little fish mouth mercilessly as if he was letting her down, and kissed her with a clear conscience. He didn't let go until Wen Xi frowned and hummed.
Poor Wen Xi was sleeping soundly, not knowing that there were two pitiful red finger marks on her fair face.
*
When Wenxi woke up the next day, there was no trace of Yanjue on the bed. He sat on the bed for a long time to wake himself up. The memory of last night, which was stretched to the extreme, knocked the thin-skinned Wenxi unconscious.
He really confessed to Yan Jue, and he did it in the style of senior-junior play. Yan Jue really grabbed Xiao Hua and wouldn't let her go, just like in the plot of the novel.
He fell on the bed in a trance, wrapped himself in the quilt like a cocoon while steaming.
Oh my god.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Wen Xi buried his face in the pillow like an ostrich, rubbing it randomly. Suddenly, his forehead hit something hard. Wen Xi paused, reached out and rubbed it, and touched his mobile phone.
When he turned on the screen, there were more than a dozen unread messages. Wen Xi's attention was diverted. He took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and sat up.
Some of them were express delivery messages, and a few were from the takeaway group chat that I forgot to set up as do not disturb. The rest were all sent by Ming Yao.
7:32
[If you are unhappy, you will be a superman]: Didi.
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: Are you up?
8:15
[If you are not happy, you will be a superman]: [Picture]
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: I looked for high schools near Yan Jue’s old house. The uniforms of foreign language schools are not too good-looking. I don’t even want to talk about the green and red shit-colored uniforms of my high school.
[Unhappy Become Superman]: I feel like it would look really good on you, but I wonder if Yan Jue can find it.
9:45
[Unhappy is Superman]: Not awake yet
[If you are unhappy, you will become a superman]: …
[Unhappy is Superman]: Confirmed, you really cosplayed and played (color)
[Unhappy is Superman]: Is your butt okay? Is it really gurgling?
[If You Are Unhappy, You Are Superman]: Yan Jue is so handsome, he should be... very fierce and powerful.
[If you are not happy, you will be a superman]: The young couple is happy and feels at ease (put your hands together) (heart)
Wen Xi: “…”
He bit his lip and felt that there was no bloating or pain in his body, but a very refreshed feeling. The anti-inflammatory drug must have played a big role.
Wen Xi climbed up from the bed with a flushed face. While changing clothes, she twisted her waist and looked at her butt with a red face. When she saw that it was still a healthy butt, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Jue was worried that Wen Xi, who was sleeping soundly, was actually fainted from hunger. So he went upstairs and opened the door, and witnessed the whole process of the shy pig hesitantly checking his butt.
He hesitated for a while, waiting for Wen Xi to get dressed before knocking on the door, pretending to have just come up.
Knock knock.
Wen Xi was startled and turned around, only to see Yan Jue, who was wearing casual home clothes, leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking at him leisurely.
Wen Xi's heart tightened as she looked into Yan Jue's dark eyes. She clenched her hands at her sides in panic and her mind raced.
It's a good idea to strike first. First, ask Yan Jue why he sneaked into bed. Even if he sees you, you can change the subject.
Wen Xi rehearsed the development of the plot in his mind. He had the upper hand in several branches, and he felt that this was a good idea.
So Yan Jue saw that Wen Xi, who was originally flustered, suddenly became confident. Even the soft and obedient black hair on top of his head stood up in spirit, swaying with the movement of his master walking, as if saying with a sense of confidence, "What are you looking at? It's all your fault."
In fact, Yan Jue's feeling was not an illusion, because Wen Xi was standing in front of him at this moment, with her red little face lying on her back while sleeping. She looked at him with an expression that said, "I should condemn you, but I'm soft-hearted and I won't bother with you." She moved her lips up and down, and said some expected accusatory words.
"I told you I won't sleep with you," Wen Xi put her hands on her hips, wrinkled her nose and muttered, "Yan Jue, you're so clingy."
"But there's nothing I can do. Who made me like you?"
"I forgive you for sleeping with me secretly."
Blame it on being soft-hearted.
Yan Jue looked at this righteous little face and suddenly laughed.
Wen Xi's arrogance was extinguished in half at once. He laughed so hard that his heart was beating fast. He pursed his lips and asked, "What are you laughing at? Is what I said wrong?"
Yan Jue took out his cell phone and showed Wen Xi some video evidence of the clingy pig burrowing into his arms.
Wen Xi looked at the video of herself burrowing into Yan Jue's arms on the screen in shock. She couldn't believe that Yan Jue was so scheming that he actually filmed the video in advance.
Eyes met.
Wen Xi murmured in a trance: "You are still filming the video."
Damn it, I was controlled by this old man with eight hundred tricks.
Yan Jue sent this video to Wen Xi in front of him, "To prevent anyone from cheating. This is where it comes in handy."
The phone in Wenxi's hand rang and the video came over.
Unable to refute, Wen Xi suddenly had an idea and lowered his head to open his phone and muttered to himself.
"Hey, where's the banquet? Let's give him a call."
Wen Xi put the phone to his ear and said as he was about to bypass Yan Jue, "Hey, brother, where are you?"
"What? In the restaurant? I'll go over there."
Yan Jue folded his arms and looked at Wen Xi, pretending not to see him. He walked with his hands and feet together. When he went down the stairs, he could not see the back of the guilty little pig, but he could hear the footsteps of him running away in shame.
The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and Yan Jue's phone was vibrating wildly.
[The stream becomes the sea]: (angry)
[The stream becomes the sea]: (angry)
[The stream becomes the sea]: (angry)
Three angry emojis on his face are enough to show how angry he is.
[The stream becomes the sea]: Separation, separation!
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: I am going to sleep in school today, so I ask you to reflect on yourself.
Yan Jue closed his phone expressionlessly and ran after him.
Okay, that's too much bullying.
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