Can you resist kissing and hugging when you are in love?
Wen Jing came out of the shower and dried her hair. She glanced at the lit cell phone on the table and found that Chen Songyan had made several voice calls to her.
The corners of her mouth curled up, and she finally realized that she had sent it to the wrong person.
She deliberately didn't reply, just to see if he would notice later and how he would react if he did.
He actually made three voice calls. He must be very anxious.
Wen Jing asked the question calmly.
Before she put down the phone, a call interface popped up on the other end. Wen Jing took a look and saw a video call?
She dropped the towel from her head, shook her hair, and answered the call.
The handsome face that suddenly appeared on the screen suddenly turned red, with panic written all over his face, and he didn't dare to look at Wen Jing at all.
"Sorry, I pressed the wrong number. I was going to make a voice call. I'll hang up and try again."
"Don't hang up!" Wen Jing yelled at him.
She glanced at her bathrobe, which was wrapped tightly around her, revealing nothing. She didn't know what he was so anxious about.
"What do you mean, am I dressed shamefully?"
"no!"
"Then turn your head around. It's not like you haven't seen it before."
"Ah?" Chen Songyan said in surprise.
"I say, it's not like we haven't met before, why are you acting like we're just online friends meeting for the first time?"
Chen Songyan then turned his head, glanced at her, and then looked away again.
"Well, I called to explain to you that I sent that message by mistake. I didn't notice you sending me a message at the time."
"Oh." Wen Jing suppressed a laugh. "Then who did you send it to?"
"Just, a normal friend. I've resent it to her and made it clear."
"Why did you refuse? Don't you want to be in a relationship anymore?" Wen Jing asked again.
Chen Songyan on the other end was stunned: "I don't want to fall in love."
Wen Jing raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and asked him, "What if a girl you like confesses to you?"
Chen Songyan paused. "Should it be, right?"
Wen Jing frowned. What did he mean? Did he not like the girl, or did he refuse the confession of the girl he liked?
"What can't you do?"
"That's right, it shouldn't come to this."
Wen Jing still didn't understand, so she asked directly: "What if the other person insists that you date her or else you'll never have anything to do with each other again?"
"Then, then I..."
Wen Jing saw him hesitating and hesitant: "You just agreed? You agreed to a premature love relationship?"
Chen Songyan was very conflicted: "But, we can't just die without any contact."
Wen Jing suddenly got angry: "Then let me ask you, if you were in a premature love relationship, could you resist doing nothing and just have the name of premature love?"
"What...what?" Chen Songyan looked a little unnatural.
Wen Jing put it more bluntly: "If you were in a premature love relationship, could you bear to just look at her every day and do nothing, no holding hands, hugging, or kissing?"
Chen Songyan didn't dare to look at her from beginning to end, and his ears turned red when he heard this.
"Well, if she doesn't want to..."
"What if she wants to?"
"Then I..."
"Then you hold hands, hug, and kiss?"
Then one day when you get carried away by your emotions, can you really control yourself and not cross that line?
Even Mr. Wen, who is happily married and has a happy family, couldn't control himself and cheated on his wife during her pregnancy, let alone adolescent boys.
Wen Jing felt that the probability of adolescent couples falling in love having sex was almost 100%, and there were so many underage people in obstetrics and gynecology departments!
Chen Songyan on the other end touched his head and scratched his face, doing eight hundred movements a minute. It took him a while to answer Wen Jing:
"Well, actually, I don't think it's possible to get to this point."
"Can you control it?" Wen Jing narrowed her eyes and glared at him.
Chen Songyan touched his nose again. This was not a question of whether he could control it or not. He didn't have the chance at all.
We can’t continue talking about this topic anymore, Chen Songyan thought.
The little sister next to him called out, and his eyes lit up. He pulled the little sister over to him and said, "Wen Jing, let me show you the little sister. She's passed the awkward period and is very beautiful now."
He's changing the subject, Wen Jing thought.
But when I saw that good-looking face and the beautiful beige pine in the same frame, my heartstrings still moved uncontrollably.
Wen Jing couldn't help but took a screenshot.
The youngest sister has grown up, her ears are standing up, her beige hair is fluffy, and her tail is also furry, wagging happily.
It seemed to recognize Wen Jing, and its dog face kept rubbing against the screen, and it even stuck out its tongue to lick it.
"Little sister, don't lick my phone." Chen Songyan stopped it.
Wen Jing wanted to laugh when she saw this.
The next second, she saw Chen Songyan bending down to press the little sister's puppy head. Because of this posture, the black V-neck loose home pajamas revealed the scenery under the collarbone.
I*, thin muscles!
Wen Jing's face suddenly turned hot, and she covered her eyes with her hands reflexively, but a bright black eye appeared from between her fingers.
Chen Songyan looked up at her: "What's wrong?"
Wen Jing put her hand down and didn't dare to look again: "Um, I... my face is a little itchy."
Chen Songyan glanced at her: "Didn't you turn on the air conditioner? Your face is so red."
Wen Jing's head suddenly felt hot.
"It's even redder now." The culprit on the other end continued to say.
"Right! I forgot to turn on the air conditioner. No wonder it's so hot! I'm going to turn on the air conditioner. I'm hanging up now!"
With a "ding" sound, the video call page disappeared.
Chen Songyan was stunned. He looked at the little sister rubbing against him, touched her soft fur, and whispered:
"Turning on the air conditioner won't affect the video call, right?"
If Wen Jing knew that after hanging up this time, the next time they would meet would be nearly a month later, she would definitely not hang up so quickly.
On the day of the Beginning of Autumn, a light rain fell in Suicheng. Wen Jing sat by the window, drawing board in front of her, her eyes fixed on the rainy scene in the distance, lost in thought.
The holidays are so boring.
Shen Hongyu attended the school's summer camp, so I couldn't go and play with him, and my mother was busy with work.
I went out to play with Aunt Lin for more than half a month and was exhausted.
After a week of rest at home, she regained her energy and became bored again.
Suddenly, her foot slipped and the drawing board in front of her tilted to the side. Wen Jing quickly caught it, glanced at the painting, and was stunned.
When did she paint Chen Songyan's face on the naked upper body of this broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man?
Who is it, who is controlling her hand?
However, Chen Songyan does have this figure...
Although it was raining and the weather was not so hot, Wen Jing felt inexplicably hot and picked up the fan next to her to fan herself.
He fanned himself while staring at the painting uncontrollably.
Three minutes later, she suddenly stood up.
What a crappy painting! The more I look at it, the hotter I get!
The mirror on the bedside table reflected her red face and the painting beside her that could not be shown to others. Wen Jing suddenly felt embarrassed.
How could she be such a sex maniac?
It’s all because of the Wen family’s genes!
She quickly covered the painting with a curtain, slumped down on the bed, her eyes unconsciously looking at the phone beside her.
I haven't seen Chen Songyan for a long time.
Why didn't this person contact her?
Is it true that he only has that much affection for her? Otherwise, why hasn't he contacted her for such a long time?
Anyway, it’s definitely not as much as she likes him!
So annoying!
Could he fall in love with her right away?
But what if they fall in love? Do they confess their feelings to each other and then fall in love?
Forget it, they can’t fall in love too early.
Wen Jing had unknowingly turned to Chen Songyan's chat page. She found it funny to think that this person had actually made a video call to her for the last time.
He said he originally wanted to make a voice call, but he pressed the wrong button. Is it that easy?
Wen Jing clicked on the plus sign and went to the video call page. Two options popped up. The video call was indeed before the voice call, so it was easy to press the wrong one, because once you pressed it... Huh?
So Chen Songyan, who was making an appointment with Zhou Meng to meet in the Canyon of Kings, was stunned when he saw the pop-up window, but he quickly tidied his hair and clothes in a second and pressed the answer button.
The moment the call was connected, both parties were a little confused and no one spoke for a while.
About seven seconds later, Wen Jing reacted and called his name.
Chen Songyan said "hmm".
"Why don't you say anything after answering the phone?" Wen Jing asked him.
Chen Songyan was stunned: "Ah? Say something?"
Wen Jing's expression suddenly turned bad: "What do you mean, you have nothing to say to me?"
"No, that's not it. I, well, you called me suddenly, is there something wrong?"
Oh, it was indeed she who called first.
Wen Jing looked a little embarrassed, cleared her throat, and said, "I, I just want to ask you, have you finished your summer homework?"
"It's almost finished." said Chen Songyan.
"What?! You're almost done with your summer homework?" Wen Jing was shocked.
"Ah, yes. Just a little bit more."
"How come you write so fast? Have you been doing homework all this time?" She simply couldn't understand.
Chen Songyan scratched the back of his head: "I just got off vacation and was quite bored, so I wrote this."
He was so bored that he had to do his summer homework?!
I would rather do my summer homework than say a word to her!
"Then you're really boring." Wen Jing said with a double meaning, and suddenly said rudely, "Then lend it to me to copy."
"Hmm?" Chen Songyan raised his eyes and glanced at her.
"Don't you want to?" she said unhappily.
"Sure." Chen Songyan saw that she was a little angry and guessed that she was probably anxious because she hadn't read a single word yet, so anxious that she even called him on video. After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'll only lend it to you. Don't tell anyone else."
He had just rejected Zhou Meng ten minutes ago.
Wen Jing felt better after hearing this and asked, "Why did you only lend it to me?"
"Because whether you copy or not has no effect on your grades."
She knew she shouldn't have any expectations.
"Then how are you going to give it to me? Should I come to you, or should you come to me?" she asked.
Chen Songyan paused for a few seconds and said, "There's a bonfire party at Wahe Village the day after tomorrow. Are you coming?" He added, "Zhou Meng and the others are coming too."
"Oh." Wen Jing said, "Let me check my arrangements."
She deliberately leaned to the side, pretending to check her schedule, before returning to the call screen: "I happen to be free that day."
In fact, she had no plans at all.
"Okay, I'll send you a message then." Chen Songyan said.
"Yeah." Wen Jing replied. She couldn't find anything to say for a moment.
Chen Songyan on the other end suddenly asked, "Is that an easel behind you? Can I see your painting?"
Wen Jing suddenly glanced at the easel covered with cloth behind her and was almost scared to death.
Fortunately she covered it in advance, oh my god!
"That won't do! I drew this for someone else and I can't show it to you." She lied.
"Then, can I take a look at the others?" Chen Songyan asked again.
Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, wait for me to look for it."
She got up and went to look for her manuscript in the desk box. She was shocked when she found it.
How did she draw so many pictures of Chen Songyan? When did she draw them? Did she lose her memory?
I quickly flipped through the pictures at the bottom. They were drawn a long time ago and there were no photos of Chen Songyan.
She took out the stack and walked towards the screen.
"That's all." Wen Jing flipped the pictures one by one for him, covering her face. She was a little afraid that her face would turn red.
Suddenly, her hand slipped and several paintings fell to the ground. Wen Jing looked down and saw Chen Songyan's face again.
I*!
There's still so much here?!
She grabbed it and threw it aside.
"What did you just see?" she asked unnaturally.
Chen Songyan was slightly stunned: "Those are the ones you showed me. What's wrong?"
Wen Jing peeked out from under a sketch of fruit: "Did you see anyone?"
Chen Songyan stared at her beautiful pair of bright black eyes, stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he had already taken a screenshot with his mobile phone.
"I can see it. I can see your eyes," he said.
Wen Jing:?
When I realized he was talking about his two exposed eyes, I burst out laughing.
What is she worried about?
But then Chen Songyan said, "But it seems a portrait just fell off. Is it a boy?"
The heavy stone in Wen Jing's heart, which had just been put down, was lifted up again: "No! It's just an ordinary portrait, a stone covered with grass!"
"Oh." Chen Songyan didn't doubt her and paused before asking her, "Can you draw portraits?"
Wen Jing frowned slightly: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Well, could you draw one for me? I'll just consider it as a reward for borrowing your homework."
Wen Jing was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay."
Even though the room was full of them, she still said, "But I need references. You have to send me a few photos of yourself, otherwise I won't be able to start."
Chen Songyan didn't understand this, so he nodded and said, "Please draw a picture for me and my younger sister. I remember you have a picture of me and my younger sister."
"Not enough!" Wen Jing said, "Because painting requires taking into account all angles, that one isn't enough. Take a dozen or twenty more photos with your younger sister and send them to me. I'll choose the angles and paint them myself."
Wouldn’t a dozen or twenty pictures be too many?
Chen Songyan didn't dare to ask because he knew nothing about painting, so he just nodded.
"Jingjing, it's time for dinner!" Aunt Lin's voice came from outside the door. Wen Jing had no choice but to say goodbye to Chen Songyan and hung up the phone.
Anyway, we'll meet again soon.
She suddenly felt her appetite improved.
Chen Songyan ended the call and opened the message page, which was filled with Zhou Meng's crazy remarks.
He felt no guilt: Okay, I'll help you get higher scores next time.
Zhou Meng: Apart from having an affair, I can't think of anything else that would make you give up the game of pushing the tower immediately (knife)
Chen Songyan: ...
His ears turned red.
Chen Songyan: I will come to Wahe Village to play the day after tomorrow.
Zhou Meng: No (Death Smile)
Chen Songyan: Okay, I'll tell Wen Jing and call Chen Die and Chi Ya.
Zhou Meng: Damn it, you want to keep all these beauties for yourself!
Chen Songyan: Could you please not be so disgusting?
Zhou Meng: For the sake of the beauty, I will visit your village.
Chen Songyan ignored him and sent invitations to Chen Die and Chi Ya, both of whom happened to be free.
Chen Songyan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately everyone was there.
He had observed that Wen Jing's best relationships were with Chen Die and Chi Ya, and among the boys, it was him and Zhou Meng.
She should be happier with this lineup.
After doing all this, he remembered the dozen or so photos he promised Wen Jing, and decided to give his youngest sister and himself a bath and wash their hair, change their clothes, and find a place with good lighting to take the photos.
Last time his sister asked him which angle looked best?
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