sleep together?

There should be no other meaning to this sentence?

So, tonight we're going to...

Song Wenting was sitting on the edge of the bed, dazed for a while, and couldn't stop thinking about it, making his fair cheeks heat up, not to mention the imaginative sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.

It happened that the phone vibrated, and Song Wenting immediately responded seriously to the message from Yue Yao, in order to divert his attention.

The first thing I saw was a few voice messages: "Fuck, Tingbao, did you know that Ji Yanzhou is married!!!!"

"I'm so shocked, was he kidnapped by his family, and got married instantly!"

"However, such a fast person usually has no feelings. Hey, I suddenly feel sorry for his wife."

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tell you this. You probably aren't interested either. Well, actually, I guessed before, do you like him a little bit..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, as if she had this thought in her mind, and she was blaspheming her.

Pressing on the phone, Song Wenting heard the sound of water running in his ears and stopped.

She didn't bother to reply, she directly turned off her phone, curled up on the bed, and pretended to be asleep.

Once she closed her eyes, her ears became more sensitive. She heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed, the sound of footsteps coming from far and near, mixed with the faint scent of shower gel, the same orange scent as her body. Eventually he stopped by the bed, as if tossing his hair.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes slipped through the half-puffed quilt, his eyes were stained with a bit of a smile, and then his eyes fell on the opposite desk. There were densely packed high school textbooks and some Guqin music books, which crowded the cubicle, and there were some powder on the desk. Pink and tender notebooks and school supplies. It looked like a girl's room in high school.

On the table on the right, there are still familiar sugar jars neatly placed. At a glance, there are about a dozen of them. He paused for a while as he wiped his head, remembering that encounter in the school supermarket.

This candy seemed to be the one she liked, so when the figure left in a hurry, he also took a can by accident.

Chen Qiyang next to him laughed and cursed: "What kind of motherfucker are you?"

He ignored him and took it home without even opening the jar, and put it in the most conspicuous place on the table.

Later, he found out that this candy turned out to be the one she liked the most. Soon, he saw her and that boy at the opposite school gate.

Her cold expression softened all the time, her smile was sweet and dazzling.

She smiled and said something to the boy, and then the boy rubbed the top of her hair affectionately, then took out the jar of candy from his schoolbag and handed her a few.

The girl took those few candies and put them into her pocket as if she had found a treasure, the smile on the corners of her lips grew stronger, and those clean eyes were full of sweetness.

Watching the two chattering and laughing and disappearing in front of them with cold eyes, Xu Xinning beside her said before she could see, "That school girl seems to have a boyfriend."

When he got home and entered the house, he threw the conspicuous sugar bowl on the table directly into the garbage basket.

Right now, he was staring at the neat row of sugar bowls, he snorted inexplicably, resisted the urge to throw them all into the trash basket, and turned off the light with a "snap".

Out of sight is pure.

Song Wenting heard the slight laughter, and before he had time to guess if his behavior was stupid and ignorant, when he opened his eyes again, there was only darkness in front of him.

Then the mattress sagged, and the man lifted the quilt and lay down.

The aura with a strong sense of aggression wrapped her like an airtight net, Song Wenting froze, subconsciously holding his breath.

During the interval of breathing, a hand across the middle directly pressed her into her arms.

Before she could cry out in surprise, that hand gently and forcefully pulled her body, turning into a face-to-face embrace, as if she was about to be drowned in the strong and pleasant smell that belonged exclusively to Ji Yanzhou.

Song Wenting had never been so close to the opposite sex before, and Song Wenting felt like he was caught in a fiery ball.

Until the man's voice fell from the top of his head: "Pretend to sleep?"

The curled eyelashes trembled a few times, Song Wenting pursed his lips and retorted: "I didn't pretend, I didn't sleep."

"Oh, since I haven't slept, do you want to do something?" The dull voice shook his chest slightly, and Song Wenting with the tip of his nose against his chest stretched out his hand.

Unexpectedly, before he could leave for half a second, the man took the arm and fell into his arms again, and then the hand began to go down the shoulder blade, causing tremors where it passed.

"Ji Yanzhou, don't." Song Wenting's thin and soft voice did not give the man the slightest pause. Instead, his big hand continued to walk on her slender and tender back, and the harsh voice fell, "Don't what?"

He did it on purpose.

"Ji Yanzhou," Song Wenting said restrainedly, biting his lip, "Don't do this, we...too fast."

She continued to struggle slightly as she spoke.

Those eyes in the dark night silently dimmed several times, the evil hand stopped, but suppressed her and could not leave his embrace.

"Has your ex-boyfriend hugged you like this?"

The man's chin rested on the top of Song Wenting's soft hair, and his tone was very low, as if there was a little grievance mixed in.

Song Wenting's thoughts were not here, she thought of her ex-boyfriend.

Isn't that the ex-boyfriend?

Song Wenting was even more sure that he was really drunk, so he simply ignored him.

"Why didn't you answer?" But he was still relentless, and soon gave up, "It's okay if you don't want to answer, how about a kiss?"

After finishing speaking, she was not given time to react at all, and that handsome face fell down without saying hello.

The warm and moist lips were close to each other, his soft lips pressed against her and she indulged in grinding. The alcohol mixed with the scent of grapes entered his mouth. Song Wenting felt that he was a little drunk, and the air seemed to be stained with sweet and intoxicating factors. .

His long fingers clasped her hot ears, just like in the freshman year, but the difference was that this time it was not a fake kiss to his knuckles, but a real kiss.

Unlike the aggression brought by him, he kissed very lightly and softly, and restrained himself from going any further.

But this alone also made Song Wenting unable to think and do other actions, and could only indulge with him.

But a few seconds later, a bell suddenly sounded in the darkness, breaking the ambiguity of the love affair and making Song Wenting wake up.

But the man didn't pay attention, he half drooped his long eyelashes, and wanted to pull her retreating body.

"Ji Yanzhou, answer the phone." When Song Wenting spoke again, his voice was clear.

Ji Yanzhou suppressed the hostility all over his body, didn't look at it, swiped open the phone, and Chen Qiyang's national curse came from the other end with just one sound: "Fuck, brother Yan, are you really married?"

"Bye."

"Hey, wait a minute." Chen Qiyang remembered the purpose of the call, "You guys are on the trending search, and someone posted a photo of you and her getting a certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau on the Internet."

"Oh, then?"

Chen Qiyang continued: "Then, everyone went to Sister Xinning's Weibo to comfort her and scolded you. As a result, the three of you were on the hot search together."

Ji Yanzhou frowned, and said two monophonic words coldly with his thin lips: "I'm sick."

Then he quickly made a decision: "You call He Junlang and withdraw immediately. And delete all those words. As for Xu Xinning, let her not respond indiscriminately. Before tomorrow morning, I don't want to see any news about her appear online."

The "she" is self-evident.

Ji Yanzhou's gaze subconsciously explored Song Wenting in the dark, but she seemed to have retreated to the edge of the bed, and a dry feeling filled her heart, "Okay, hang up."

Chen Qiyang wailed: "Don't, brother, can't you call him yourself, we don't know each other well."

"I'm sleeping." Ji Yanzhou followed the movement, and saw the figure of the woman getting out of bed with the light from the window.

"Ah, what time is it, are you going to sleep?" Chen Qiyang immediately fell silent as he spoke, and then said maliciously, "Oh, I understand, I understand, I'm having a spring evening with my sister-in-law..."

"Crack" the phone was dropped immediately.

Ji Yanzhou didn't bother to read the boring gossip on the Internet, so naturally he didn't want to care about the bloody gossip on the Internet.

Just make sure Song Wenting doesn't get caught.

But that figure had already left the bedroom, Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyelashes, licked his lips, his eyes were darkened, he half leaned against the head of the bed, like a leopard after a nap, lazily waiting for the next opportunity to satisfy his desire.

During this process, he still called He Junlang.

Song Wenting went to the living room to drink half a glass of water, and then dragged a reluctant figure into the bedroom again. The man was still leaning on the head of the bed, very patient.

Lying down next to the bed, Song Wenting didn't bother about the meaning of his words and forced himself to sleep.

Until the familiar breath came, and at the last second when his hand put his hand on her slender waist again, Song Wenting called him: "Mr. Ji ."

The cold white arm stopped.

Song Wenting continued: "I'm tired, go to sleep."

"Okay." In the darkness, Song Wenting heard his familiar cold voice, "Mr. Song, you're doing well."

There was an inexplicable sense in her tone, she was an indifferent scumbag who just turned around and ignored him.

Song Wenting curled up his fingers, but didn't make a sound.

After a long time, she heard the sound of a man lying down, followed by his steady breathing.

This kind of intimacy and sweetness is addictive, not to mention that she heard the familiar name from his call just now.

Song Wenting woke up and warned himself not to get too deep, after all, one day he might leave too.

I thought I would have poor sleep, but Song Wenting fell asleep until seven o'clock in the morning.

The bedside seat was already vacant.

After washing up, she walked to the living room, only to find that the man was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast leisurely.

The morning light spread to the ends of his black hair, and the cold side face was also covered with warm light, showing a warm and soft appearance.

But when he glanced over casually, there was a bit of frost in it.

"Why don't you come over?" He chuckled, "Afraid I'll eat you?"

There was not much sincerity in the smile, and he suddenly thought of the kiss from last night, Song Wenting unnaturally trimmed his long hair, and then raised his feet and walked over.

There were porridge and steamed dumplings on the table, but Song Wenting was stunned for two seconds. She liked steamed dumplings very much, how could he know? Or just a blunder?

"Zhou Chen bought it." Xu was staring at the plate of dumplings for too long, Ji Yanzhou asked back, "Don't you like it?"

"No." Song Wenting sat down with a smile on his lips, "I like it very much."

This smile flashed to Ji Yanzhou's eyes, and he subconsciously said, "Okay, I don't have a plate of dumplings yet."

He said and handed over the porridge that had already been dried, but Song Wenting raised his eyes in confusion: "What?"

The lightly covered long eyelashes were raised slightly, and the powerful handsome face made Song Wenting swallow her throat. In a trance, she heard him explain: "You can smile at a plate of dumplings, but you are so mean to me."

Song Wenting: "?"

How could this person be so persistent with her smile?

For a while, he heard him muttering again, "Obviously I used to laugh." But Song Wenting didn't hear it clearly.

Under his slightly profound eyes, she still failed to laugh, which was too deliberate.

Then the two started to eat breakfast in silence.

Occasionally, she would raise her eyes to look at the man opposite him. He was eating the same way he did in college. He was slow and slow, eating porridge without any sound.

Until the bowl of porridge was completely eaten by him, then he suddenly lifted his eyes and naturally caught her peeking. That smug look appeared, and he smiled: "A beautiful meal?"

"No." Song Wenting squeezed the spoon and responded with a rare reply, "You just ate a grain of rice to your chin."

Ji Yanzhou stared at her for a long time, as if knowing that she was lying, he laughed lazily, no longer bothered about this topic, and wrote lightly: "Talk about it."

"Talk about what?"

Ji Yanzhou: "Did you feel uncomfortable when you went to my house yesterday?"

Song Wenting subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but she was silent.

They got married, and he said it wasn't a fake marriage, so it was her right to keep him and Xu Xinning at a distance.

But she pursed her lips tightly and hesitated, she was afraid.

Afraid, he sneered and said: Do you really think that marrying you will be able to tie me up?

I am even more afraid that he said: Although I am married to you, I still like her.

"Speak." He urged softly, "Huh?"

"Ji Yanzhou." Song Wenting breathed a sigh of relief, and his soft voice fell, "Do you have someone you like now?"

Her tone was soft and her expression was calm, as if she was asking what the weather was like today.

Ji Yanzhou's eyes are very dark, deep and deep, like a vortex in it, if she is not careful, she can be dragged into addiction.

Song Wenting licked his lips. Seeing that he hadn't spoken, he started to make up again: "I...I just think that if you have someone you like, you should tell me in advance, I..."

"What are you?" he interrupted, "Can you feel more at ease?"

Peace of mind?

He continued: "Before you ask me, can you ask yourself if there is someone you like."

This sentence Song Wenting seemed to hear some gnashing of teeth.

He leaned back, and the chair was vibrated on the floor making a harsh sound: "Huh?"

Does anyone like it.

Song Wenting's heart beat fast, especially under his dark eyes, she lowered her eyelashes in a little panic.

But in the eyes of men, this is the default.

His face turned cold, and just as he was about to get up, Song Wenting finally gave the answer: "I... I don't."

"Oh." Ji Yanzhou, "I don't either."

Clearly disbelieving her tone.

Song Wenting frowned, the man had already put on his coat and walked out the door.