Chapter 103: Between Lips and Teeth

  When they arrived, it was already deep into the night. They got off the car and occasionally heard a soft whisper. Suddenly, Wen Xiang said, "No one is to mention tonight's events, understood?"

  Tan Yu nodded heavily, opened his mouth to speak but stopped, walked a few steps and finally couldn't help it, turned around to look at Wen Qian's profile, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you want to help me?"

  Wen Jie knew he had doubts in his heart. But it wasn't good to say that we were brothers in our past lives? He could only gloss over it. Smiling, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in men, and even less so with you."

  Tan Yu also smiled, with gratitude in her eyes: "Okay, I won't ask anymore."

  "But really, thank you!"

  He stretched out his left hand and gently pressed on his shoulder: "What's the point of saying these things? Hurry back, your sister must be worried."

  Two people walked shoulder to shoulder towards the hospital's inpatient department. The cool night air was like water, quiet and soundless, with only the songs that had been sung before lingering in their ears: Friends walk together for a lifetime, those things are no longer there, one sentence, one lifetime, one life of emotions, one cup of wine!

  The hospital's main gate was locked, and Tan Xue waited in the first-floor lobby. Through the glass door, they saw Wen Qing and Tan Yu appear at the end of the path, so they rushed into the nurse station to ask the nurse to open the door. A chubby little nurse pouted with a bad temper, but Tan Xue accompanied her with a smile and said nice things before she reluctantly came over to open the door. As soon as Wen Qing saw the nurse's expression, he knew it was time to test his eloquence, so he smiled and said: "Sister Nurse, among all the nurses in Huatan Hospital, you are the most beautiful. When I grow up, I will definitely marry you."

  This generation's atmosphere isn't considered open, the little nurse had never tried being shown affection in front of others, especially when the object was still a child, and suddenly her face turned red. She opened the door, with an expression that was somewhat twisted: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm clearly not the prettiest, there are people who are even more beautiful than me."

  Wen Cen still wanted to continue the conversation, but Tan Xue glared at him. Suppressing a smile, she grabbed Wen Cen's hand and headed towards the stairs. Tan Yu followed behind, looking at the nurse who was admiring herself, and said with a mischievous heart: "I think you're the most beautiful sister! How about this, when we grow up, I'll duel that kid, whoever wins gets to marry you?"

  "Tan Yu!"

  Hearing Tan Xue's slightly angry voice, Tan Yu quickly followed up with a tongue-out expression.

  The little nurse opened her mouth and her eyes became hazy: I said why can't I find a boyfriend until now, it turns out that the true prince charming hasn't grown up yet.

  "Talking about my little brother, I just confessed and you came to intervene, isn't that too unbrotherly?"

  "Wen Ge, when Cupid shoots his divine arrow, he never asks if we are friends or not?"

  "Alright, you two rascals shut up!" After settling Tan Yu to sleep in the ward, Tan Xue insisted on sending Wen Qing out. Wen Qing declined several times but had no choice and let her accompany him down again.

  "If I had known this earlier, I'd rather not have gone at all, tired as you are, go run again."

  "Nothing," Snowy laughed lightly, "I'm not tired."

  Two people walked down the stairs with flashlights, their footsteps echoing clearly in the empty corridor. Tan Xue was a girl after all, and she had an innate fear of darkness. Her body subconsciously leaned against Wen Qiang's warmth, her soft arms touching each other as they moved.

  "Wen Ze coughed softly and said: 'You're taking care of Tan Yu in the hospital, what about the work at the jewelry store?'"

  When Wen Xiang spoke, Tan Xue didn't notice that she had let out a sigh of relief and hastily replied: "I've taken a few days off, I'll go back to work after Tan Yu's condition has stabilized. The boss is very nice, he agreed not to deduct these few days' salary."

  "Sister Tan, I don't know if you're interested in switching jobs?"

  "Huh?"

  Wen Jian stopped in his tracks, turned around and said softly: "There's an uncle who opened a store, it's currently short of hands, I want to ask you to go work there, I'm serious!"

  Her delicate face was invisible in the dim night, she almost didn't think. She quietly said: "Okay!"

  "Don't worry, it's a legitimate business, they won't sell you to some mountain village to be someone's wife."

  She smiled and said softly, "When are you going to work?"

  Her smile was slightly delayed, and she couldn't bring herself to say another joke. Tan Xue wasn't particularly beautiful, just with a clear and elegant face, an ordinary family background, simple clothing, one of the countless ordinary girls, possibly even the most inconspicuous one. But she was strong and independent, gentle and kind, had ideals, had dreams, and worked hard for this simple dream.

  A girl like that, Wen Qian seems to understand a little why Tang Yu would have such desperate pain and cruel self-abuse after losing her sister in her past life.

  Liu Tianlai stopped the car at the entrance of Di Garden, and Wen Xie reminded him: "Tonight's affairs will be reported to the municipal party committee and government by Zhao Xinkuan. You operate internally and strive to make this case a more influential one. Zhao Jianjun has been mixed for so many years, and if you dig deeper, there must be a lot of explosive material. Remember, no matter what method is used, this person must be sentenced to death!"

  Liu Tianlai had been in the public security system for many years and had seen too many shady things, but he still didn't expect that Wen Chen would put someone to death just to help a friend vent his anger, with a hint of concern on his face.

  Wen Qian still didn't know what he was thinking, and coldly smiled: "You really think I went to so much trouble just to talk about that Snow thing?"

  Liu Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare say more.

  At some point, a 16-year-old boy can decide the life and death of a small person in his conversation.

  But little did he know when would be the end of the fate of many great figures. Wen Chao also made a decision with just one word?

  Santana turned around and walked away, Wen Qian tightened the collar of her windbreaker, put her hands in her pockets and lowered her head to walk into the residential area. In the security room, a tall security guard was crawling on the table, rummaging through several crumpled banknotes: "50 cents, 1 yuan, 10 cents, 20 cents... 1 yuan 80 cents and 3 cents. Is it for buying cigarettes or Lao Luo's braised pork feet?"

  Gao Baoan suddenly shuddered like a chicken being injected with adrenaline, and tremblingly wrote the following poem on white paper:

  One yuan, fifty cents, twenty cents, ten cents

  Life is like water, flowing from high places to low ones.

  $1.83

  Bought cigarettes, can't afford pig's feet.

  Bought pig's feet, can't afford cigarettes.

  Dreams weep in the choice of reality.

  "This has nothing to do with pig's feet and cigarettes."

  Gao Baoan wrote his 1354th poem, as a young man with artistic dreams, under the clear wind and bright moon, by the humble room's fireplace. Jia Dao, Fan Chengda, Wang Yangming, at this moment their souls possessed him, without a doubt, he wept.

  A few days later, a poem called "Paper Money" was published in the popular poetry magazine Qingzhou Hangliang, and from then on, Emperor Yu's Garden lost a security guard, while the lively literary world gained another talented writer.

  I had the good fortune to brush shoulders with a famous poet, and perhaps in many years, when I write my memoirs, I will use this tone to describe this moment: That night, I was hiding in the city, writing the final period of "Paper Money". A young man wearing a windbreaker hurried past me. I knew he was still young; he didn't know that I had already grown old.

  She opened the door to the room, and Yu Xi's delicate face appeared before him. She had one hand grasping the doorknob and the other propped against the doorframe, blocking his view of Wen Qing's body. The thin silk sleeve of her pajamas seemed unable to withstand the smoothness of her arm, quietly slipping down to her elbow, exposing her slender, jade-like forearm to the air. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulder, and the neckline of her top was open, revealing a hint of her delicate, pale chest and the subtle rise of her breasts.

  Left Rain Creek at night, is like a strong dose of, from head to toe burning with warm Zen heart. I don't know when, when the Zen heart burns out, clarity fades away, who will push whom?

  "It's too late, men are not allowed in here."

  Zuo Yu Xi's cold face could scare off countless men who secretly admired her, but unfortunately, Wen Qing was not one of them, and instead, he was eager to make a move.

  "That's just perfect, I'm still a boy!"

  "Who would believe such nonsense?"

  Wen Jian's face turned sorrowful and indignant, he made a move to undo his belt, shouting: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. If you don't believe me, let's take off our pants and see, boys are all pink!"

  The words were not yet out of his mouth when Zuo Yu Xi grabbed the collar of his windbreaker and pulled him in. He kicked the door shut with the tip of his foot, turned around and pressed Wen Qing tightly against the door, Zuo Yu Xi's bright eyes were shy, his cheeks flushed red, and he coquettishly said: "How can you be so shameless?"

  A gentleman moves his mouth but not his hands, a petty person moves both their hands and mouth. Wen Chen was naturally the most petty among them, lowering his head to press against Xi Yu's red lips, his right hand wrapped around her waist, exerting a slight force, causing Xi Yu to involuntarily stand on tiptoe, her four limbs tightly pressed against Wen Chen's body.

  Although she had the brief experience last time, Zuo Yu Xi was still enchanted in the game of lips and teeth, her tongue tip constantly chasing up and down, occasionally lightly touching, occasionally gently entwining. The fluid was like a sweet and fragrant dew, spreading out a sweet flavor, as if the whole person was slowly melting.

  Her body suddenly chilled, a large hand lifted the hem of her pajamas and slid up along her flat stomach, covering her soft and round curves in an instant. Li Yu Xi let out a soft moan. She pressed down on the mischievous hand through her clothes. Meng struggled to lean back, with a thin line of moisture connecting their lips. It was unspeakably charming and alluring. The clear and bright eyes that she had always had could no longer hide the sparks flying within them, her slightly parted red lips seemed to be waiting for the man's fierce kiss, her slender body weak and boneless, only being held up by the warmth of his embrace, or else she would have fallen to the ground. Their bodies pressed together without any gaps, their thin clothes unable to block the heat and hardness from below, rubbing gently against her sensitive spot, a tingling sensation immediately spreading throughout her body, causing tiny, invisible goosebumps to rise on her skin.

  After occupying the upper body of this beautiful woman who no one dared to desecrate, Wen Cang seemed dissatisfied with his current achievements and touched the towering peak like a chicken head. His fingertips slid over the hard grapes, lightly stroking her waist for a moment. He came to the edge of her pajamas and slowly invaded. As soon as he touched the thin strap, Yu Xi grabbed his wrist like a startled rabbit, her eyes pleading and struggling faintly visible. Wen Cang knew she didn't necessarily mean to refuse, girls would always feel tense and retreat at this moment, as long as he persisted for a bit, she would immediately surrender.

  But Wen Chen's rebirth as a human being, the attraction was far less important than the emotional connection, suppressing the urge to explode from below, he smiled slightly, taking out his hand that had already approached the last holy land infinitely close, and wrapped it around Xi Yu's waist.

  Foreheads against foreheads, noses touching noses, a light mark on red lips, this, perhaps, is liking!