Chapter 85 You Haven't Kissed Me Yet
Wen Song handed the phone back to Guan Sui and answered seriously, "Last time I put some cilantro in the noodles I cooked, and you didn't eat a single bite."
This led them to guess that the other person did not like cilantro.
“You might be able to tolerate a little cilantro,” he said, “but this restaurant uses a lot of cilantro, and I’m afraid you won’t be used to it.”
Guan Sui took the phone, entered her payment password, and placed the order. Suddenly, she said, "Are you this considerate to Zhao Mingzhuo too?"
Wen Song: ""
"He's my client, you're my boyfriend, it's different."
The first one involved giving money but having no feelings, treating the other person as a client; the second one involved a mutual commitment, where he was willing, liked, and genuinely wanted to be in a relationship with the other person.
This explanation hit Guan Ju's sweet spot. It was just a casual question, and now she was even more delighted.
“Don’t compare yourself to him,” Wen Song said.
"There's absolutely no comparison, you know?"
Upon hearing this, Guan Ju's mood became even more pleasant and excited, and he was so pleased that he almost wagged his tail.
If he has one.
"I know," Guan Sui nodded.
Wen Song yawned again: "I'll rest for a while longer, you go ahead and get back to work."
Guan Ju did have work to attend to. Her hand moved from Wen Song's shoulder to his narrow waist, her thumb rubbing against the fabric of his clothes, without any hint of lust or ambiguity.
"Go."
"I'll call you when the takeout arrives."
Wen Song gave a very soft "hmm".
But there was no movement at all.
Seeing this, Guan Ju asked, "What's wrong? Can't you walk?"
Wen Song truthfully replied, "You haven't kissed me yet."
These past few days, the Alpha has been a complete kissing maniac, taking every spare moment to kiss—on the cheek, earlobe, chin, nose, and eyelids. In short, whenever he gets the chance, he'll immediately lower his head and kiss you, even forcing a kiss between conversations.
I used to think that Guan Ju was just like this in relationships, but now I realize it's because her partner is in a vulnerable period and feels insecure when she has things on her mind.
The result is now—
never mind.
If Guan Ju doesn't take the initiative, he just needs to.
Before the Alpha could react, Wen Song leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips.
Just as she was about to pull away to end the kiss, the hand that was on her waist fell behind her head, her face turned slightly, and she accurately kissed his lips.
Wen Song's lips and teeth were forcibly pried open, and the scent of agave pheromones swept through her mouth. Her tongue entwined with his, making a soft, rustling sound.
"........"
Afterwards, Wen Song was almost out of breath.
Alpha kissed him particularly hard this time, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
Guan Ju gently stroked Wen Song's rosy lips with his thumb, pressing down on her lower lip, his expression slightly inscrutable, and said:
"They kissed now."
Wen Song: "...Hmm."
Guan Ju: "Go to sleep."
"I'm not sleepy anymore," Wen Song couldn't help but say.
After kissing, I was wide awake.
"May I sit here and watch you work? Don't worry, I won't make any noise to disturb you."
Guan Ju couldn't wait for Wen Song to stay by her side so she could kiss him, hug him, and at the very least see him all the time.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go cut you some fruit, and you can sit here and keep me company while I work.”
Wen Song wanted to say that it wasn't necessary to go to such lengths, but in the end, she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The fruit was bought by Guan Ju on his way here. He went to the kitchen, cut and peeled the peaches, mangoes and grapefruits and put them in different fruit platters. Finally, he took out the milk from the refrigerator, heated it up and brought it over to Wen Song.
The coffee table is rather small, and the fruit plate and notebook are placed very close together.
"Thank you," Wen Song said, tilting his head back.
Guan Ju sat down and asked, "Is it just a verbal thank you?"
Wen Song understood the meaning of those words clearly this time, leaned over, and kissed the Alpha on the lips.
“You’ve improved.” Guan Ju licked his lips, which still seemed to carry the scent of a Beta. “This time, you didn’t kiss my cheek or the corner of my lips.”
Wen Song: "Last time you said that adults kiss on the lips, while children kiss on the cheek."
Guan Ju paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.
Wen Song asked, puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
Guan Ju couldn't help but laugh for a while.
"fine."
"I just think you're obedient and especially well-behaved."
I said that last time just to tease the other person, because I wasn't satisfied with a simple kiss on the cheek.
However, it would be best if Wen Song took it seriously, as he would be able to gain more "advantages" in the future.
Wen Song: "......"
This sounds like a compliment.
Why did I feel something was off about him?
"Eat up," Guan Ju couldn't help but pat Wen Song's head again. "I'll take care of my work."
Wen Song's hair was messed up from being ruffled, so she reached out and tidied it up.
"OK."
The two of them sat on the living room sofa, each doing their own thing.
Guan Ju's serious demeanor at work was a far cry from the usual way she acted when facing Wen Song. She was completely absorbed in her work, her profile cool and composed, her eyes calm. When faced with difficult situations, she would slightly furrow her brows and lower the corners of her lips, showing no signs of agitation and appearing quite emotionally stable.
During meetings, he speaks in a cold and authoritative manner.
While eating fruit, Wen Song listened to Guan Ju holding an international video conference next to him. Guan Ju spoke fluent foreign language without any pauses or stumbles, and his accent was perfect and flawless.
That's normal.
Because Guan Ju had spent several years abroad before, she must have learned a lot without realizing it.
"Ring ring—"
Just then, Guan Sui's phone rang, accompanied by a knock on the door.
The sudden noise brought the video conference to a halt.
Wen Song immediately realized that the takeout had arrived.
Just as he was about to get up to open the door, Guan Sui reached out and pressed his shoulder, said something into the video conference, and the other side continued reporting before the microphone was turned off.
He said, "I'll go get it."
Guan Sui received two servings of mutton rice noodles without keeping the delivery driver waiting too long.
Wen Song walked to the dining table, where Alpha conveniently pulled out a chair for him and placed the takeout with cilantro and soup in front of him, along with the separated chopsticks.
"You eat first," Guan Ju said after finishing everything. "I have ten minutes left in the meeting."
This wasn't the first time Wen Song had been taken care of by Guan Ju.
Every time I see this thoughtful side of Alpha, I feel like he's too skilled at it.
But I remember Guan Ju said he had never been in a relationship, so why is he so skilled at it? Is it because he has thought about it countless times in his mind?
"Okay, go ahead and get busy."
Wen Song picked up his chopsticks and ate the mutton rice noodles seriously.
He used to live alone in the apartment, which was exceptionally quiet. He enjoyed the peace and quiet of solitude, free from social interaction and communication, and without needing to interact with others. Now, however, a voice disturbed this tranquility, seemingly—
fine.
At least the loneliness hidden in my heart has gradually been killed.
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