(Warmly) Come over here

  No matter how hard he tried, Song Min had unexpectedly overlooked this little ancestor, Song Hao.

  "Sister!!!", Song Hao knocked on the door and called out to wake up Song Min early in the morning.

  Song Min was so tired that his eyes couldn't open, Song Hao knocked on the door nonstop.

  Song Min struggled for a long time before sitting up, with a messy head of hair, shouting at the door: "Song Hao get out!!!!!!!!"

  Song Hao saw that he had woken up Song Min, his goal was achieved, and with a sly smile, he ran away.

  Song Min was very stifled, she was really sleepy, but after being woken up, she couldn't sleep again.

  "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Song Min buried her head in the blanket, her hands slapping the bed wildly as she felt like crying. She had been getting up early for the past few days and was extremely tired. Just when she wanted to sleep in late, Song Hao woke her up so early.

  The door "clunked" twice and someone came in.

  "Song Hao get out!!!" Song Min's head was buried in the quilt, his voice a bit muffled and extremely frustrated.

  "I'm out of here, and I won't be back." A gentle voice with a hint of laughter echoed, like the sound of a small stream babbling and jumping, making one's heart flutter.

  Song Min slowly lifted his head from the quilt, his hair disheveled, his vision blurry, barely able to make out Wen Yan's outline. His eyes grew hot, his mouth pouted, and he suddenly felt like throwing a tantrum at Wen Yan.

  "Is it that humiliating?" Wen Yan looked at Song Min's eyes, which were filled with tears, and the smile in his own eyes deepened. The current Song Min was completely different from the wooden Song Min he had just met.

  In comparison, he prefers the current Song Min, who is more affectionate and clingy, more like a... little kid.

  "Alas..." Song Min's voice was choked with a hint of grievance, sounding soft and weak.

  Wen Yan sat down beside Song Min's bed and leaned back slightly, pulling Song Min into his arms. "Come on, let's continue sleeping."

  "Who wants to sleep with you!" Song Min pushed away Wen Yan, his stomach was churning with anger, feeling very uncomfortable, and even the sight of Wen Yan's face made him want to kick her hard.

  "Don't want to sleep with me, who else do you want to sleep with?" Warm words wrapped around her, embracing Song Min's waist, pressing her tightly into his own arms, his face getting closer and closer, almost touching Song Min's lips.

  Song Min's face suddenly flushed, turned his head away and pushed Wen Yan hard, "Wen Yan you pervert!!!!!"

  She didn't even brush her teeth or wash her face in the morning, and yet she still had the nerve to speak such sweet words, what a freak!

  Warm words seem like a smile but not a smile. Looking at Song Min's bright red ear roots, he felt great, "I don't despise you."

  "I'm fed up!!!" Song Min climbed down from the other side of the bed and went over to Wen Yan's side to put on his slippers.

  Wen Yan again came up from behind, wrapped his arms around Song Min's waist, and pressed her into his own embrace.

  Song Min was carried to sit on Wen Yan's body, his back stuck to Wen Yan's chest. The warmth of Wen Yan's body slowly reddened Song Min's ear roots. Song Min pried open Wen Yan's hands and jumped two steps to the door frame, his hands grasping the door frame, his eyes staring at Wen Yan's blurry outline. "Are you unsatisfied?!!!"

  "You're not by my side." Wen Yan got up from the bed, took a long stride, and walked slowly to the door with a hint of playful smile at the corner of his mouth. "How could the Five Finger Girl possibly satisfy me?"

  The Weaving Maiden...

  Also heard of the Five Fingers Girl...

  Why is Wen Yan becoming more and more shameless and arrogant?

  Song Min stared at Wen Yan for a few seconds, her face getting redder and redder, as if she was about to bleed. After a while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Wen Yan, I think you should go to your hospital and see a psychiatrist!"

  Song Min rushed into the bathroom as if he was escaping.

  He slowly followed up, his hand covering his mouth to cough unnaturally, he had been liking to tease Song Min more and more recently, and he also felt that he was a bit abnormal...

  After being teased by Wen Yan, Song Min completely woke up, squeezed toothpaste in the bathroom and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, without closing the bathroom door. Wen Yan leaned against the bathroom door with her arms around it, watching Song Min.

  Song Min silently stared at Wen Yan who suddenly appeared in the mirror, because she wasn't wearing her glasses, he was still a bit blurry. She looked away after glancing twice.

  This scene seems familiar...

  As he thought about it, Song Min suddenly remembered the time when Wen Yan had snuck a kiss on him while washing up in the bathroom. His face turned bright red and he quietly shifted away from Wen Yan, creating some distance between them.

  Warm words got space, long legs took a step forward, inch by inch squeezed in and closed the door.

  The place for washing was originally not big, Wen Yan was so tall that when he came in, Song Min felt the entire toilet's air was squeezed out, it was very oppressive. She used her elbow to push against Wen Yan, not letting him get close.

  Soft words did not work, so she wrapped her arms around Song Min's waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and breathed hot air onto the side of his neck.

  Song Min's body stiffened for a moment, then shook violently several times, his whole body temperature soaring rapidly, as if he was about to explode.

  "Let me go!!!!!!" Song Min's mouth was foaming, and he spoke unclearly with a mix of anger and shame.

  Wēn yán zài Sòng Mǐn gěng wō lǐ cā le cā, sǎ jiāo shì de bù kěn sōng shǒu, "bù fàng."

  Translation: Wen Yan rubbed against Song Min's neck and wouldn't let go, saying "no".

  Song Min's expression changed again, and he suddenly felt a surge of anger. Gentle words that were usually so soothing had become infuriating. Where was the humble and elegant Gentle Words? Had this Gentle Words transformed into a provocative peacock? The aura of seduction emanated from him, and his face was as thick-skinned as ever...

  Song Min felt powerless, allowing Wen Yan to hold him, his face still burning, brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, Wen Yan suddenly tightened his arms around Song Min's waist.

  “Pfft……” Just as the water in Song Min's mouth was about to enter, Wen Yan suddenly tightened his arm. Song Min lost control and sprayed all the water in his mouth onto the mirror. The splashing water droplets splattered on Song Min's face, and Wen Yan didn't escape either.

  Wen Yan finally let go, carelessly wiping his face a couple of times without any embarrassment, leaning against the sink as if he had lost all his bones.

  Song Min silently wiped his face and sent two words to Wen Yan: "Serves you right!"

  "Wife..." whispered softly to Song Min, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

  Song Min almost wanted to cover her ears, such a good voice was used to sell Meng and sajiao, it's a waste of heaven! Song Min quickly washed her face, didn't even wipe it, took advantage of Wen Yan staring at her without blinking, and roughly wiped her wet hands on Wen Yan's face twice, saying: "You wash your face quickly! Saliva is so dirty!"

  "I'm not disgusted." Wen Yan smiled softly and bowed his head to wash his face.

  Song Min wiped his face and handed the towel to Wen Yan, pursing his lips, "But I'm disgusted with you."

  Spoke with utmost seriousness, listened to the warm words and felt a bit depressed, but fortunately, Song Min's disdain was not for his age, after all, he was so many years older...

  The smile in Wen Yan's eyes deepened a few more degrees, slowly and leisurely wiping his face clean. Wen Yan put down the towel, lowered his eyelids, and gazed at Song Min.

  Song Min looked at Wen Yan's face and thought of when she wiped Wen Yan's face earlier, her skin was really soft and smooth, making him want to touch it again...

  "Come closer." Song Min beckoned Wen Yan to come near him.

  So proactive? Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes before being filled with laughter, like a peach tree blooming with flowers, laughing with the joy of spring.

  Song Min was speechless at Wen Yan's smile, which was just like Wen Feng Chun's. As Wen Yan lowered her head, Song Min held Wen Yan's face with both hands, rubbed it forcefully, and pinched Wen Yan's cheeks, exclaiming: "So soft!"

  Wen Yan's eyes dimmed, and his forehead darkened by half. He thought Song Min had suddenly let go, and her emotions were just to pinch his face. A sense of unprecedented frustration surged up in his heart. Wen Yan felt deeply powerless inside, and his gaze flickered several times. Without saying a word, he turned around, hung the towel in his hand properly, and with lightning speed, quickly grasped Song Min's waist, pressed her against the washbasin, and said softly: "There's something even softer, want to try it? Hmm?"

  Wen Yan thoroughly understood how to grasp Song Min's weaknesses, lowering her voice to an extremely soft and low tone, as if enticing her.

  Song Min instantly lost his mind in Wen Yan's gentle voice, staring blankly at Wen Yan, without any reaction to the meaning of his words.

  As their lips touched, a faint scent of mint wafted into Song Min's nostrils. It was only then that he realized what Wen Yan had just said, and his face slowly turned red again. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Wen Yan took advantage of the opportunity and slipped his tongue into Song Min's mouth, swallowing the words he was about to speak.

  Song Min stretched out his hand and hugged Wen Yan's waist, which was aching from being pressed against the washbasin.

  Wen Yan hugged Song Min tightly, originally only wearing pajamas. Song Min wasn't wearing underwear and was being held tightly by Wen Yan, his chest pressed against Wen Yan's body. Although small, he couldn't breathe properly. Song Min let out two soft cries, but his body shook violently in the next second.

  Wen Yan's hand slipped into Song Min's clothes, and when their skin touched, Song Min's whole body shuddered, moving uncomfortably twice. Wen Yan's hand didn't move again, remaining still on Song Min's back.

  When Song Min was really out of breath, Wen Yan finally let go of her, took his hand out, and slowly patted Song Min's back, hoarsely saying, "It's my fault for being too impatient."

  Song Min's legs went limp and soft, leaning against Wen Yan's chest, panting slightly. In fact, she didn't have much of a reaction in her heart at all, it was purely a physiological response...

  But should she tell Wen Yan: It's nothing, I don't mind? This is too proactive! Completely not Song Min's style, she is very reserved!

  "Sorry." He said softly, gently stroking Song Min's hair, as if afraid of scaring her.

  Song Min's nose suddenly felt a sourness, with an urge to shed tears. This man, such an excellent man, seemed to have been extremely careful in his dealings with her from the very beginning, afraid of scaring her off, and accommodating her at every turn. Song Min knew her own shortcomings, and also knew about her wooden and cold demeanor, but Wen Yan had endured all of these.

  Song Min hugged Wen Yan's waist tightly, his face buried in his chest, and said in a muffled voice: "Actually... just now was... a conditioned reflex..."

  He spoke in a warm and gentle tone, his chest vibrating with a low hum, "Are you inviting me?"

  Song Min's body stiffened, his hand moved to Wen Yan's waist and pinched it lightly, but he couldn't bear to use force.

  Wen Yan grasped Song Min's hand and placed it on his own waist, letting out a sigh. "Once you graduate, we'll get married."

  "You'd better ask my dad." Song Min said frankly, with her dad now hostile to Wen Yan, it's possible that if Wen Yan spoke up, he would be kicked out of her house immediately...

  "Alas." Wen Yan sighed again, his future father-in-law had been looking at him with an increasingly unsatisfactory expression lately. "You'd better have some free time to go back next week, or else Song Shu will be glaring at me so fiercely that his eyes will be spitting fire."