Chapter 50 "Brother, you're like a delicious big cake..."
The moment their lips met, Meng Cenjun was initially shocked, a strange feeling of helplessness and invasion made him tremble all over.
He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, watching a warm, soft face press against him, yet it charged at him like a wild animal, primal and savagely biting and kissing him.
He tilted his head slightly, unable to bring himself to push her away. The pain, the tingling sensation, the lightness—he couldn't resist any of the feelings she gave him.
In the silent carriage, the wet, lingering sounds of their kisses, the soft, wet whispers, and their urgent, disordered breathing were amplified a thousandfold in his ears. His heart pounded like a marble, and wherever she touched, it felt like oil was being poured over a raging fire, burning intensely.
Having been self-disciplined and respectful for thirty years, Meng Cenjun simply couldn't understand how he could be doing something intimate with Lan Jia like lovers at this time and in this place.
How could he be kissed in such a forceful and irresistible way by his own sister, who was ten years younger than him and whom he had raised himself?
Just then, someone passed by the car window, curiously peering inside. He caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and, surprisingly, got goosebumps. He immediately reached out to cover Lan Jia's face. He was afraid someone would see her, completely forgetting that the car had specially designed privacy glass; to passersby, it was just a black box. Realizing this, he suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous.
After they'd kissed enough, Lan Jia pulled his hand away, somewhat annoyed, and questioned, "Why can't you concentrate at a time like this?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared blankly at her moist, reddened lips, murmuring, "Why did you kiss me?"
"Why?" she squinted. "Think about it yourself."
"I want to hear it from your own mouth." He wouldn't give up until he got a definite answer.
Lan Jia released his hand, sat directly on his lap, and smiled arrogantly: "Then answer me first, why didn't you move away just now?"
"You attacked suddenly, I wasn't prepared."
"Really?" She moved closer like a cat, looked him up and down, touched his lips with her index finger, and grinned mischievously: "Actually, you like this kiss too, don't you?"
He controlled his racing heartbeat and changed the subject: "Where did you learn all this?" She hadn't given him the answer either, not even last time.
Lan Jia leaned close to his ear, somewhat smugly, "You should know that I've watched quite a few films for this profession."
Which films?
"Hmm... a lot." Her hand moved freely, soft and boneless, lightly outlining and sliding down. Seeing that he was tense and sensitive, she smiled meaningfully and said, "Art films, horror films, romance films... I've seen them all, both the ones I should and shouldn't have seen."
"So they're the ones who corrupted you, making you do such things to your own brother?" He seized her flailing hand.
"Lan Jia!" Meng Cenjun quickly covered her mouth, angrily saying, "Don't mention this again."
She made two "mmm" sounds, forcefully pried his hands away, and shouted, "I'm going to bring it up! I'm going to bring it up! I want everyone to know that the high and mighty, unapproachable Mr. Meng Cenjun is actually having an affair with his own sister behind his back, shamelessly using his sister as a sexual object, and even stooping so low as to passionately kiss her in broad daylight in a car! So hypocritical and depraved, he's utterly shameless!"
"What do I have to be ashamed of? Aren't I just stating the facts? Besides, is this considered foul language? What about what you said to me back then?"
Rewind to the night before he left, to the argument they had on the sofa. Even now, he regrets losing control like that. He failed to set a good example, leading her down the wrong path.
“It was my fault, Lan Jia. I was vulgar, I was shameless, I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
"I don't want to hear your apology!" Lan Jia said anxiously, cupping his face in her hands.
Meng Cenjun is a stubborn, prudent, and proud person. It's extremely difficult to get a single genuine word out of him. She has to force him, push him to the brink, and drive him to the brink before he might finally give up and reveal his true feelings.
"So what do you want?" He looked at her, his whole body tense, except for his eyes, which were soft and gentle.
"I just want you to recognize your own heart."
She touched his face and added, "To my heart."
It's too early, at least not now.
Potential threats, past grievances, the truth—everything is still uncertain. He hasn't even confirmed whether her actions were impulsive or just a passing fancy. What if one day he expires, and she gets tired of him and finds him uninteresting? Will he be disposed of without mercy, like out-of-season clothes in her closet?
He's always been that kind of person—cautious, suspicious, and deeply calculating, always wanting a relationship that lasts forever. He won't easily make promises or commitments unless he sees a definite possibility of success. It's precisely because he cares about her and values her that he won't let her enter into a relationship without fully understanding what's going on.
He also wanted her to truly understand her own heart.
Meng Cenjun touched the hand that was stroking his cheek and said earnestly, "Did I make you feel insecure? Did I make you so eager to find out?"
Lan Jia lowered her eyes with a hint of grievance and nodded, "I really thought you weren't coming back."
"When have I ever failed to keep my promise to you?" He held her hand and said from the bottom of his heart, "We made a promise back then that the two of us would build a little family that belonged only to us. So many years have passed, and I have never forgotten. I will not leave, and I will never break our promise. So Lan Jia, no matter what the situation, please believe me. In my eyes and in my heart, there will never be anyone more important than you in this world. No matter what our relationship is in the future, this will never change."
He was usually a man of few words, and it was rare to hear him say so much. Lan Jia hadn't fully processed it all yet, so she only asked the key questions: "So, from what you're saying, you've actually considered the possibility of us developing other kinds of relationships in the future, right?"
“Yes, in the future.” Meng Cenjun finally nodded and called her softly, “Lan Jia, you are only twenty years old. There are still many wonderful things in this world that you haven’t experienced yet. I need to give you time to think it through. Once you’ve thought it through and made up your mind, we can discuss this matter again, okay?”
She asked anxiously, "What if one day I figure it out, but you've forgotten? What if you don't agree?" She was afraid she couldn't wait that long, and she was also afraid it was just a delaying tactic on his part.
If he doesn't agree to her request, who else could he agree to? Meng Cenjun felt helpless.
"Then you'll keep an eye on me and remind me all the time."
"We won't separate until then?"
"yes."
"You keep mentioning me, so... have you thought it through now?" she asked, still uneasy.
Actually, I'm just like you.
"Lan Jia, let's not rush things. Let's think things through as we go, okay?"
Do? What kind of things?
She leaned closer with her big, watery eyes, asking with a hint of doubt, "So sometimes, we don't have to be siblings, right?"
"What kind of logic is that?" he laughed.
"You told me to think as I go. How can I know what I'm really thinking if I don't do it?"
"So what do you want to do?" He swallowed quietly as they looked at each other.
"Is this okay?" She suddenly leaned in and kissed him. He was stunned. She then kissed him on the cheek.
Seeing that he didn't move, she lowered her head and kissed his Adam's apple again, asking innocently, "How about this?"
How could the movie have taught her to be so bad? He's going crazy.
Meng Cenjun cleared his throat awkwardly, reached out and grasped her shoulder. Once they were a distance apart, he said in a hoarse voice, "That's enough. That's all. Lan Jia, we must hold the line until the final moment arrives."
She looked at him for a while before smiling slightly: "Okay, don't rush things. I know you're a conservative."
"However, I also have a few requirements for you."
Meng Cenjun tacitly allowed her to continue.
Suddenly, he seemed to stop listening to anything and stared at her lips as they moved.
It tasted sweet just now.
She is sweet.
"Brother?" She waved.
Meng Cenjun then came to her senses and nodded in agreement.
He would agree to whatever she said.
Although it wasn't the outcome she wanted, it at least gave her some reassurance. Lan Jia's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for days, finally calmed down, and she collapsed into his arms, completely relaxed and exhausted.
"elder brother."
"Um?"
"Give me a hug."
Meng Cenjun paused, then tightened his arms around her waist. This reminded him of Lan Jia when she was little, like a koala, always wanting to stick to him. Holding her now, he felt incredibly safe and secure.
His tree was always visited only by her.
Over time, he came to want to be her only tree.
Lan Jia buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent with great bliss.
She always thought he smelled nice, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Because of her, he never wore perfume. She had read books and later realized it might be the pheromone effect; as long as Meng Cenjun existed, he would constantly emit pheromones that pleased her, making her uncontrollably and irrationally want to be close to him.
It was practically an addiction unique to her.
Lan Jia kept rubbing and nuzzling against his skin, like a feline encountering mint, until his hair was all fuzzy, before sighing contentedly, "Brother, you're like a delicious big cake."
"Why?"
She lamented, "I can see it, but I can't eat it!"
After a long silence, he gently suggested to her, "How about we don't go to the Spanish restaurant?"
"Then where do we go?"
"Go see your gift."
Author's Note: The next chapter will be even sweeter! [Milk Tea emoji]
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