Song Yan stared at Wen Ruan's sweetly opening and closing lips, his gaze growing increasingly deep, his head drawing ever closer to that sweetness until it touched hers...
Their lips and tongues intertwined, intimately entwined, like a thunderbolt igniting a fire, their kiss so intense and inseparable.
Song Yan's hands unconsciously reached out and touched her proud breasts, and before he knew it, he had gradually pulled her skirt down.
Wen Ruan's charming eyes were constantly rippling with desire, and her figure was incredibly hot. It was hard for Song Yan to resist her.
The night was filled with passionate lovemaking until dawn.
The bedroom bed was in a mess, a trail of wet stains stretched from the bathroom into the room, a wrinkled red dress lay in the hallway, and there were stains everywhere in the room.
The erotic details are best left unsaid to outsiders.
......
When Wen Ruan woke up the next afternoon, Song Yan had not yet returned from get off work.
That jerk worked all night last night and still has to go to work during the day. I don't know where he gets all that energy...
Looking at the mottled marks on her body in the mirror, Wen Ruan kept cursing Song Yan. Was he a dog? How was she supposed to go out with these marks on her collarbone? Even a turtleneck sweater couldn't cover them up unless she wrapped a scarf around her neck.
But once inside, I didn't dare take off my scarf... Tomorrow is Song's mother's birthday, and we had agreed to go back to the compound to celebrate. I just hope things will be better tomorrow.
Wen Ruan rubbed her aching lower back, half-lying on the sofa, waiting for Song Yan to come back. She was too tired to cook, so she decided to ask him to go to the state-run restaurant to buy something when he got back. Wen Ruan felt like her whole body was about to fall apart.
She felt as if her fatigue had not yet dissipated, and with her eyes half-closed, she was resting and recovering her energy.
Fortunately, Wen Ruan heard the sound of a key opening the door not long after. She guessed that Song Yan had come home from get off work.
As soon as Song Yan entered the house and went into the living room, he saw Wen Ruan lying on the sofa, her nightgown outlining her beautiful curves, exuding a lazy aura.
Wen Ruan waited for a while but didn't hear Song Yan's voice, so she opened her eyes in confusion.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of narrow eyes, their burning passion undisguised.
Wen Ruan was startled, then felt embarrassed and annoyed. What was this guy thinking about all day? Didn't he get tired...?
"I'm not tired." Wen Ruan inadvertently blurted out her true feelings and received his reply.
Wen Ruan felt like crying: "You're not tired, but I am!"
Song Yan smiled and reached out to ruffle Wen Ruan's hair: "Come and eat."
He guessed that Wen Ruan must have been asleep by now and hadn't eaten during the day. He must have rushed home as soon as he got off work, bought food at the state-run restaurant, and then returned. He still remembered the time when Wen Ruan almost fainted due to low blood sugar.
"I don't want to move, I'm so tired." Wen Ruan cried, feeling soreness in her limbs and not wanting to move at all.
Seeing Song Yan trying to pull her up, Wen Ruan pushed his hand away as if she were crying: "I said I didn't want to yesterday... Stop it... Why didn't you listen to me!" Then she hugged Song Yan's arm tightly and whined and acted coquettishly.
This softened Song Yan's heart, and he quickly coaxed the little darling in his arms, affectionately nuzzling her with his high nose bridge, and gently kissing her forehead and cheeks.
It took Wen Ruan a long time to recover. She sat up, but before she could even stand up, Song Yan carried her to the dining table, picked up chopsticks, and fed her.
Wen Ruan was a little shy. Putting aside the matter of feeding her, it was just... Big brother, could you put me down first...?
Wen Ruan sat on Song Yan's lap, watching him patiently choose the food she liked, but her bottom felt like it was stuck in a nail, making her very uncomfortable.
"Don't move, or we'll have to eat later..." Song Yan patted her bottom with his other hand to make her behave.
Wen Ruan was utterly devastated, feeling as if she had fallen into a wolf's den, and Song Yan was the big bad wolf inside...
Fortunately, Song Yan also felt sorry for her. That night, he didn't scare her like he had done before. After helping her wash up and soak her feet, the two of them hugged each other and went to sleep early.
......
The next day was Song's mother's birthday. After waking up in the morning, Wen Ruan planned to go back early to help. They had agreed that the family would have a family dinner in the courtyard that evening, and she had asked Song Yan to invite Wen's parents.
Wen Ruan finally got a good night's rest last night and woke up feeling refreshed. She got ready to head to the compound.
But to Wen Ruan's dismay... her worries from yesterday had indeed come true...
Everything else was fine, but the mottled marks on my neck seemed to have gotten worse after one night, with bluish-red patches that were quite noticeable.
Wen Ruan was certain that as long as she took off her scarf when she entered the house, everyone would see it. But if she kept wearing the scarf, not only would it be hot, but people would also ask questions.
At this moment, Wen Ruan really wanted to grab Song Yan and give him a good beating, leaving herself with such a difficult problem.
Wen Ruan spent over an hour trying to cover the mark on her neck, using many different methods, and finally managed to conceal it. It wasn't very noticeable; unless you looked closely, it was still difficult to spot...
But there was no other way, so Wen Ruan started to slack off, packed her things, took the gift for Song's mother, and went out.
As I walked into the courtyard, I saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly discussing something. I would need to pass through that intersection to get back to the Song family.
To her surprise, the group stopped talking as she walked past.
Wen Ruan couldn't help but have some questions in her mind, so she stopped and guessed that this group of people were probably discussing her or the Song family.
The group of people looked at Wen Ruan with an awkward smile, but Aunt Liu took the initiative to speak and break the awkwardness: "Wen Ruan, you're back today."
Wen Ruan remained expressionless, smiling at the group of middle-aged women: "Yes, aunties, it's my mom's birthday today, so we're here to celebrate. What are you talking about, aunties? Can I join you?"
Aunt Liu and the other women around her exchanged glances, their faces betraying their embarrassment: "It's nothing, it's nothing. Go home quickly, your mother is probably still waiting for you. We'll talk next time, next time..."
Wen Ruan didn't ask any more questions and turned to go back to the Song family, but some doubts remained in her heart...
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