Song Ling was very excited and kept waving ahead.
After getting off work in the afternoon, Song Yan rode his bicycle to the brigade and asked Miao Cuihua. He learned that Wen Ruan and her companion had gone into the mountains to pick mushrooms and had not yet returned. Thinking that it was getting late, he went to meet them.
But to her surprise, Wen Ruan saw Song Ling supporting her as they slowly walked forward, looking as if she was injured. Feeling anxious, she quickly stepped forward.
"Brother, my sister-in-law just twisted her ankle while walking. Please take a look at her." Song Ling said with a worried expression.
Wen Ruan was surprised. Song Yan had just gone back yesterday and was still at work today. Judging from the sky, he should have come after get off work. She wondered if he had left something behind yesterday.
Concerned, Song Yan helped Wen Ruan to sit down, took off her shoes, and checked her injuries.
Her ankle was already swollen high. When it was touched lightly, Wen Ruan hissed in pain and kept pulling her foot back.
Seeing this, Song Yan felt very sorry for Wen Ruan and picked her up in his arms. "Let's hurry home and apply the medicine. Song Ling, follow behind." He then strode forward without giving Wen Ruan a chance to react.
Wen Ruan was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around Song Yan's waist. Song Yan paused for a moment, then continued forward.
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"What's wrong, Ruan Ruan? She was fine when she left just now," Miao Cuihua asked anxiously when she saw Song Yan carrying Wen Ruan into the room.
"It's nothing, Aunt. I wasn't paying attention when I was coming down the mountain, and I accidentally stepped into a hole and twisted my ankle," Wen Ruan replied.
"Oh dear, let Song Yan carry you to the brigade's health station so Doctor Li can take a look. Make sure you don't hurt your bones. I'll go get you some liniment."
"Aunt, it's alright. I just checked, and there's no bone injury. She just needs some medicinal wine or something," Song Yan replied.
"Alright, alright, I'll go get it right away." With that, Miao Cuihua turned and went back to her room to find the medicine.
Once inside the room, Wen Ruan was still being held by Song Yan. Feeling a little embarrassed, she shifted her body, wanting to get down.
"Smack!"
"Be good, don't move." Song Yan patted Wen Ruan's bottom to stop her from moving.
Wen Ruan was extremely embarrassed. Her face suddenly turned bright red, her eyes widened, and she glared at Song Yan, about to reprimand him...
"Xiao Yan, hurry up and apply the medicine to Ruan Ruan, lest it swell up again." Miao Cuihua pushed the door open and came in.
Song Yan quickly put Wen Ruan down and got up to greet her.
Miao Cuihua put down the medicated oil, handed it to Song Yan, and left, saying that Wen Ruan's foot was inconvenient and that she would bring in their dinner later.
Song Yan took off her shoes, revealing her fair and delicate little feet, tinged with pink, which were quite adorable. However, the instep of her foot was injured and somewhat red and swollen, detracting from her beauty.
Song Yan held the sole of her foot with one hand, carefully applied the medicated oil, and gently rubbed it. His throat was dry and itchy, and beads of sweat kept seeping out, soaking his whole body in a short time.
Wen Ruan felt the warmth of Song Yan's palm on the soles of her feet, and a wave of heat extended directly from the soles of her feet to her face, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
After Song Yan finally finished applying the medicine to Wen Ruan, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Yan went to fetch water for Wen Ruan to wash her hands, then brought in the food. The two ate in silence in the room, enduring a long period of quiet.
Finally, Wen Ruan couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere any longer and took the initiative to break the silence: "Why did you come today? Did you forget to take something with you when you left yesterday?"
Song Yan stammered and replied, "Mm."
"Did you forget something? Let me look for it for you. I don't think I found anything of yours yesterday," Wen Ruan said, puzzled.
Song Yan remained silent, then looked up at Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan kept staring at Song Yan before finally speaking, "Mom was worried you wouldn't be able to adjust, so she sent me to check on you, to see if you needed anything, and also to ask when you're going back. She said she can't enjoy her meals without you around."
"I knew Mom was the best, sob sob sob. You wait and tell Mom when you get back that I don't need anything. I'll be back in a couple of days. I miss her too!" Wen Ruan said, her face full of emotion.
"I miss you too!" Song Yan looked at Wen Ruan's excited expression, clenched his fist, and finally couldn't suppress his surging emotions, so he said.
Last night, before going to bed, Song Yan wanted to pull Wen Ruan into his arms as usual, but found that Wen Ruan was not there. He felt very disappointed and tossed and turned all night.
He was worried that Wen Ruan would feel uncomfortable being alone at her uncle's house, and that she would feel uneasy if he wasn't there at night. But to his surprise, she was having a great time and had completely forgotten about him.
Wen Ruan paused for a moment, then lowered her head and said awkwardly, "I miss you a little too."
Song Yan was somewhat incredulous upon hearing this and asked her repeatedly, hoping she could repeat it.
Seeing Song Yan's unusually calm demeanor and his incessant chatter, Wen Ruan found it rather noisy. Without thinking, she finally couldn't resist grabbing Song Yan's collar, forcing him to lower his head, and then gagging him.
Song Yan felt his lips soften, and an alluring fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Her soft, smooth lips pressed tightly against his.
Song Yan's muscles tensed slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he could no longer restrain himself. He turned the tables and kissed her passionately, pressing her tightly against his chest and pulling her soft, slender waist closer to his embrace...
But he seemed unsatisfied, as if he had opened a door, and went from simply pressing his lips tightly against Wen Ruan's to actively using his tongue to pry open her lips.
Wen Ruan was a little slow to react at first, but by the time she did, Song Yan had her firmly held in his arms. She couldn't help but dance wildly with him, and even let out soft, uncontrollable moans that made people blush and their hearts race.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Yan was still tightly embracing Jiao Jiao in his arms, kissing her tirelessly, as if he could never get enough. Wen Ruan was a little out of breath, making sobbing noises, and kept hitting Song Yan's shoulder. Only then did Song Yan come to his senses...
Looking at the blushing face in his arms, with her red lips and watery eyes, Song Yan tried to suppress the heat in his body. He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Wen Ruan, the string of self-control in his mind would easily snap.
"Xiaoling, go check on your sister Ruanruan again. If she's really not well, have your brother take her to the clinic as soon as possible," Song Yan and the other heard Miao Cuihua instructing Song Ling from inside the house.
They immediately separated, and when Song Ling entered the room, the two pretended to continue eating as if nothing had happened.
"It's okay, Xiaoling, it's not serious. I reckon it'll be almost healed by tomorrow. It doesn't hurt anymore!" Wen Ruan replied.
Relieved, Song Ling left to relay a message to Miao Cuihua.
The two people who were not very comfortable remained in the room.
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