Wen Zhuo also regained consciousness.
Their eyes met, and everyone felt a little awkward.
Wen Zhuo remained silent for a long while, neither speaking nor leaving. Nan Yu, lying beneath the man, couldn't bear the pain in her back and pouted, asking, "Can you...can you get up?"
Wen Zhuo also tensed up, slowly raising her waist to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling the boy up as well. Without any awkward avoidance, she stared directly at him, her voice gentle:
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself just now, Lin Xun, you..."
He stopped, and Nan Yu held her breath, her hands clenching tightly at her sides, causing the Simmons mattress beneath her to make a sound.
Wen Zhuo wanted to take Deng Xin's hand, but after tentatively raising it twice, he didn't dare to, and coughed lightly:
"I don't know if you can accept it, but I like you. Can you be my boyfriend?"
Nan Yu's mind was buzzing. He didn't know what he was thinking. His hand had already reached out subconsciously and hugged the man's lean waist. His lips were also pressed against Wen Zhuo's lips.
Wen Zhuo tacitly agreed and pressed the person down on him again.
The first time, all I knew was how to paste it.
I learned how to chew it on the second try.
He only realized he was alright when he tasted blood in his mouth. He quickly separated from her and found he was unharmed. He had bitten Lin Xun's lips until they bled, and her pink lips were now bright red. The blood was liquid and even shone brightly under the light.
Wen Zhuo quickly grabbed a tissue to help wipe it, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I used too much force, does it hurt?"
"pain."
I can't even open my mouth; it feels like blood is constantly spurting out, and my mouth is flat.
She looked as wronged as a little duck, which warmed Wen Zhuo's heart. Wen Zhuo helped wipe the blood clean, but the more he wiped, the more it flowed, and the wound was on her inner lip.
Perhaps because they were newly in love and in the throes of passion, they were prone to doing things that were hard for ordinary people to understand. He lowered his head and kissed the wick's lips, sucking the blood from it. Nan Yu's lips hurt from his sucking.
Fortunately, he wasn't too 'love-struck' and swallowed it. He used his foot to reach the trash can and spat out all the bloody water. There was bottled water on the table, so he gave Nan Yu a bottle to rinse her mouth and took one for himself as well.
The bleeding has stopped, but my mouth still hurts.
Wen Zhuo dared not kiss him again. After washing up that night, Nan Yu wanted to go upstairs to sleep.
Wen Zhuo had just been promoted to a full-time position and was already inviting him:
"Can you sleep on the bottom from now on?"
Nan Yu didn't react immediately and asked instinctively, "Are you going to sleep on top?"
Wen Zhuo shook his head and patted the bedding behind him. "Sleep here. The bed is big enough for two people to sleep comfortably."
Nan Yu paused, blushing as she had never shared a bed with anyone before. She pointed to the upper bunk and said, "I'll take the pillow and blanket."
Wen Zhuo said urgently, "A pillow is enough. It's cold at night, so we can share a blanket."
His eagerness was written all over his face; he couldn't wait to pounce on the man on the bed. Nan Yu pulled the pillow off, lay down, and the man rubbed against him. Deng Xin: "..."
Nan Yu is like a human catnip, and Wen Zhuo is like a cat, clinging to him and refusing to let go, rubbing against him and kissing him. He's seven or eight years older than Deng Xin, but not as mature as him.
Fortunately, he was only a relative.
Do not do anything excessive.
Nan Yu was exhausted and had classes the next day, so she didn't have the energy to flirt with Wen Zhuo. The man, on the other hand, was full of energy and was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.
As dawn broke, I lifted the curtain.
Gazing at the boy's peaceful sleeping face.
I couldn't resist, so I lowered my head and kissed her little mouth, then her cheek, then her neck.
Nan Yu was woken up by his saliva. Feeling uncomfortable, she pushed him away. Her eyes, still not fully awake, opened a crack, and her voice was hoarse and soft, "What are you doing?"
Wen Zhuo: "Get up."
Nan Yu reached under her pillow, wanting to touch her phone.
After a while of not finding it, he remembered that he slept on the lower bunk. He stretched in bed, his voice still hoarse: "What time is it?"
Wen Zhuo: "6:53".
Nan Yu sat up and scratched her head: "There's no 8 AM class today, no classes in the morning."
Wen Zhuo: "I know, let's go on a date. Where do you want to go?"
Nan Yu: "..."
Nan Yu's brain went blank for a few seconds. The warmth emanating from Wen Zhuo was irresistible, and she finally got up. Without doing any planning, Nan Yu asked in the car, "Where to?"
Wen Zhuo: "Buy flowers."
Nan Yu: "Oh? Are you going to buy some green plants for Twilight?"
Wen Zhuo gripped the steering wheel, focused on the road, glanced at the headlight wick, and smiled, "I didn't buy flowers for my confession yesterday, so I'll make up for it today."
Nan Yu blushed again. "No, no need."
Wen Zhuo: "Yes, I can't let you go without even a bouquet of flowers."
Having lived the life of a young master for over a decade, Nan Yu had seen fine things and knew how expensive the flower shop Wen Zhuo took him to was. His family bought flowers by the stem, with a single rose costing at least 5,000 yuan. He hadn't spent much money on florists before.
Let's not even talk about now.
But since Wen Zhuo wanted to buy it, he couldn't spoil the mood, so he chose a mid-to-low price range, which was neither deliberate nor unseemly, but still made Wen Zhuo look good. That was Deng Xin's idea.
Wen Zhuo handed over the card.
Nan Yu's eyes widened slightly when she saw the black card. She looked at Wen Zhuo with a hint of surprise. Was he really that rich? He was keeping his wealth hidden.
Wen Zhuo noticed the boy looking over and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Nan Yu: "You own more than just that one tavern, don't you?"
Wen Zhuo smiled and ruffled the boy's hair, saying, "The one opposite is mine too."
The other side? What's on the other side of twilight?
bei most!
No way?
With so much money, wouldn't it be a loss to negotiate with yourself?
"Is it the one I'm thinking of on the other side?"
Wen Zhuo smiled and said, "I'm not very interested in business, so I opened a few bars to make a living."
Nan Yu: Cough cough cough cough!
He's really low-key. Bei Most's quarterly revenue is 40 billion. Even if the net profit is not half, one-tenth is still a lot. He has never been to Bei Most, but he has heard of it.
There were two sessions, one for billionaires and business tycoons.
One is a billionaire young master, living a life of privilege.
Inside, money isn't money; it's just a bunch of numbers for entertainment.
"I thought you only had a small tavern."
No wonder they're bringing themselves into this situation.
Wen Zhuo smiled and said, "I still have a lot to do; you can learn about it gradually."
The clerk handed the black card to Wen Zhuo with both hands, revealing eight teeth in a smile: "Sir, please keep your card safe."
Another shop assistant handed the wrapped flowers to Wen Zhuo.
The price is high, so in addition to high emotional intelligence, the employees must also have top-notch appearances, no less than celebrities. They are all beautiful and tall, and Nan Yu couldn't help but take a second look.
Appreciating beautiful things is a human instinct.
There are also male shop assistants inside.
He's 188cm tall, has a supermodel-like figure, an angelic face, and is so handsome it's dazzling. Nan Yu glanced at him and just thought he was good-looking, simply admiring him.
Seeing this, Wen Zhuo felt a surge of jealousy that seemed to travel two miles.
"Xunbao".
Nan Yu snapped out of her daze and realized that she didn't like the way he addressed her, because she got goosebumps on her arms and couldn't bear to hear him call her by her name.
Wen Zhuo: "Xunxun".
Okay, I can accept that.
Not far from the flower shop, they ran into acquaintances again: Lin's mother and some other wealthy women. The women recognized Nan Yu first, smiling and pointing him out to Lin's mother: "Ziqin, isn't that your eldest son?"
Lin's mother looked over.
It really is Lin Xun.
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