The next morning, Wen Ruan woke up comfortably and stayed in bed for a while before getting up.
Song Yan went to work early in the morning. Thinking of last night, Wen Ruan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Perhaps because of the interaction earlier, she had sweated a bit and was a little tired, so she fell asleep without realizing it last night.
Unfortunately, Song Yan suffered. Wen Ruan seemed to see him go out several times while she was half asleep, and then he came back with a cold body, probably because he went out to take a shower.
Even this cold weather couldn't quell his anger...
In the following days, Wen Ruan and Song Ling explored almost the entire city of Beijing, leaving behind a wealth of spoils.
Even Song Ling used her savings to buy some things she needed to take home. Although Miao Cuihua gave her two ten-yuan bills when she came to the city, she couldn't bear to touch them.
Thinking that I was about to leave, I planned to buy some things for Wen Ruan and Song's mother to show my gratitude for their recent care.
Wen Ruan didn't know at first and thought she was buying gifts for Miao Cuihua and Uncle Song, but when she saw the amount, she realized something was wrong.
Only after asking Song Ling did he learn her meaning and realize that it was her way of showing her appreciation. Besides, since the gift had already been bought, he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to accept it. He also told Song Ling not to do this again next time and planned to bring her some return gifts when she went home.
Neither Wen Ruan nor the original owner had any particularly good friends. When they finally had a "best friend" who seemed alright, they were both badly taken advantage of.
Wen Ruan was tricked into the world of the book, while the original owner was set up by Li Min and Xing Wei, which was even more tragic.
So he was delighted to meet Song Ling, who was about the same age and very well-behaved and kind.
Wen Ruan treated her as both a younger sister and a friend, and the two always got along very harmoniously and comfortably.
Finally, it was time to fill out college applications. Wen Ruan and Song Ling went to the No. 2 Middle School in Beijing to fill out their applications. Since it was a workday, Wen Ruan refused Song Yan's suggestion to take a day off.
After showing their admission tickets, Wen Ruan quickly filled out her application without hesitation. Her first choice was Tsinghua University's International Relations program, while Song Ling's first choice was Beijing Normal University's Education program.
After filling out the form, I accompanied Song Ling back to pack her things, and after Song Yan got off work, I took Song Ling home.
After being away for almost a month, not only Miao Cuihua and Uncle Song, but even Song Ling missed home very much.
After getting off work, Song Yan called Song Ling into the house to get her things, preparing to go to the countryside.
But before setting off, he quickly went into his and Wen Ruan's room. Before Wen Ruan could follow him in to see what he was up to, he came out again.
This left Wen Ruan somewhat confused. She didn't know why he wasn't helping Song Ling take her things back to her room; he was acting all mysterious.
......
Wen Ruan prepared a meal at home and kept it warm in the pot, waiting for Song Yan to take Song Ling back. She had specifically told him to prepare the meal at home and wait for him.
Wen Ruan was organizing her college entrance exam books last night, but she hadn't finished yet. She was thinking of picking out some useful things and figuring out whether to give them away or what to do with them later.
So I went into the room to continue tidying up and opened the small cabinet under the bedside table, but something felt off about the drawer above it.
Last night I opened the drawer but didn't close it properly. I made sure to close it this morning when I got up, so how come it's open again now?
I definitely didn't touch it today, and besides, there's nothing else in this drawer except... that contraceptive...
Thinking of Song Yan's behavior of suddenly entering his room and leaving again less than a minute after returning home, Wen Ruan had a general idea of what was going on and gently opened the drawer.
Sure enough... Wen Ruan's face turned bright red. That sly, repressed pervert!
I thought yesterday's events were over, but I never expected him... to be so impatient...
You really can't tell from his appearance that he's this kind of person; she thought he was a very serious person.
Wen Ruan decided to indulge this repressed and lecherous man a little, after all, he had worked hard during this period, and it would be good to make it up to him.
......
As Song Yan entered the house, he noticed from the yard that the lights in the room seemed to be off. He was a little puzzled; it was still early, and it was unlikely that Wen Ruan was asleep.
Besides, before leaving, she reminded him to come back for dinner early, and pushed open the door with doubt in her heart.
Candlelight shone on the dining table. Wen Ruan had specially changed into a red dress. Her hair had grown very quickly, and she hadn't had time to get it trimmed in the past few months.
Her hair was loose and fluffy with waves, and she didn't know how she did it.
Wen Ruan had a light dusting of powder on her face, her eyes were upturned and curved, her lips were as red as rouge, and her eyebrows and eyes were so delicate that she seemed to have stepped out of a painting. In particular, her perfectly shaped phoenix eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.
Song Yan was startled and paused for a moment, standing still without daring to move, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Ruan, filled with amazement.
"Why aren't you coming over here, you idiot?" Wen Ruan said with a hint of exasperation, reaching out to pull Song Yan to the dining table so they could enjoy the candlelight dinner she had prepared for the evening.
Song Yan's ears turned slightly red: "I should be the one to do this." He then followed Wen Ruan stiffly, but couldn't help feeling a little expectant.
After the two had finished enjoying their candlelight dinner, Wen Ruan gave some instructions and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Song Yan felt a surge of excitement, as if the thing he had been longing for was about to happen. He quickly took a shower in the next room and returned to his room to wait for Wen Ruan to come out.
Before Song Yan could even sit down and wait, he heard Wen Ruan call out from the bathroom, "Song Yan, could you bring me my pajamas?"
Song Yan opened the wardrobe, found Wen Ruan's pajamas, went to the bathroom door, knocked, and thought he would open the door a crack and pass the pajamas in.
But with a gentle push, the bathroom door was flung open, and Song Yan looked up sharply. In the light, Wen Ruan sat on the sink, her clothes soaking wet.
Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her red dress clung tightly to Wen Ruan's curvaceous figure. Her straight legs swayed back and forth, making her look just like a seductive enchantress from a storybook.
"Come here, hand me my things." Wen Ruan looked at Song Yan standing still, seemingly unmoving, her voice sounding somewhat aggrieved.
Song Yan felt a deafening roar in his ears, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.
Watching her snow-white feet dart back and forth in front of him, he finally couldn't resist, went forward, and reached out to hold them.
Wen Ruan's feet were so thin that you couldn't see any bones. When you gently touched them, they were smooth and delicate, like the flesh of a peeled lychee, glistening and white.
With a gentle tug, Song Yan pulled Wen Ruan, who felt her body lighten as she fell directly into his arms.
Wen Ruan couldn't bear to look at Song Yan's dazed and silly expression. She suppressed her shyness, pouted, and kissed Song Yan's lips a few times while saying sweet and tender words.
"Brother, do you like it...?" Her voice was filled with seductive charm.
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