That night, Wen Xian had a dream. In the dream, the man’s long and powerful hand firmly restrained her wrist, an extremely aggressive aura surrounded her, the air around her body becoming thinner and thinner.
She couldn’t help but turn her head away wanting to escape, but her chin was pinched tightly by someone, and then the kiss gradually moved toward her ear side.
When she whimpered out, the man, panting, let go of her.
Fingertips passed through her black hair, he once again dropped a light kiss on her forehead that touched and left immediately.
Wen Xian woke up.
She raised her hand to touch her slightly swollen lips, she knew this was not a dream. But she did not remember when Shen Lingge had left. Later, he had held her in his arms, gently coaxing her in a soft voice.
Wen Xian shrank her head back under the blanket, slowly blinking her eyes, these past two days had felt like a dream.
Wen Xian was no longer sleepy, got out of bed, walked to the bedside, and pushed open the old-style glass window. Looking far from her room, the morning mist had almost swallowed up most of the forest, the sky dim, the mist spreading into this manor.
The grayish green was faintly discernible in the thick mist, black birds flapped their wings leaping across from the forest.
Though it was morning, the guards at the main gate still stood tall and straight in place, just the same as when she came yesterday.
Wen Xian lowered her eyes and looked for a while, then changed clothes and went downstairs. The butler, upon seeing her, brought up the breakfast that was being prepared in the kitchen, using a gentle voice to praise that she was still very beautiful today.
Wen Xian curved her lips to give thanks.
The prepared breakfast was all healthy and low-fat: coconut milk honey waffles, fresh blueberries and raspberries, almond milk American-style pancakes, as well as a glass of milk produced from the manor itself.
Usually at this time, Wen Xianxian would always be by her side. Wen Xian glanced at the empty floor, in her heart growing a bit of longing for those few little ones.
After finishing breakfast, Wen Xian planned to go take a walk around the natural pasture behind the manor. The butler thoughtfully found her a servant, the servant drove a sightseeing car to take her to the still tranquil natural pasture.
Wen Xian estimated the distance, feeling it was not far, so she let the servant drive the car back first.
The thin mist had not dispersed, the natural grass field before her eyes looked vast and boundless, the tender green grass hanging down, morning dew slowly sliding down along its curve, a few milk-white little lambs were walking out from the mist.
They would occasionally stop to lower their heads and gnaw on the grass, occasionally lightly sniffing the small flowers among the grass.
The scene was tranquil and beautiful.
Wen Xian leaned on the railing, eyes shining with water-like brightness staring at those few little lambs, not even noticing when Shen Lingge had arrived, until he asked in a low voice: “Why did you run so far alone?”
Wen Xian belatedly turned around to look, Shen Lingge was standing right behind her, wearing the clothes, pants, and sneakers she had chosen for him yesterday.
Her eyes lit up, putting her attention on Shen Lingge.
The black top was simple yet full of design sense, the loose sports pants could not conceal his long legs, the sneakers under his feet were brand new and pretty.
The distinctive trendy brand had dispersed quite a bit of the usual indifference on Shen Lingge, but the cold sharpness on his face had not decreased in the slightest, his eyes only had a bit of warmth when they touched her.
She actually saw a trace of youthful aura from him, yet there was no youthful arrogance between his brows and eyes.
He put one hand in his pocket, expression indifferent as he looked at her, but after only a moment he reached out and held her hand, the temperature entering the hand a bit cool.
Shen Lingge held her as they walked back: “Come again in the afternoon to see the little lambs, the pasture’s fog won’t disperse in the morning. You’re wearing too little, go back and change clothes, after changing I’ll take you to play something else.”
Wen Xian used her fingertip to scratch his palm, tilting her head up to ask: “Play what?”
Shen Lingge tilted his head: “Want to go ride horses?”
Wen Xian thought for a moment, shook her head: “Don’t want to go.”
Shen Lingge stared at her somewhat downcast little face for a while, suddenly asked: “Missing those few little things at home?”
Wen Xian drooped her eye corners and muffled: “In the morning when I ate breakfast alone I already started missing Wen Xianxian, usually when you’re not around it’s always accompanying me eating breakfast.”
Shen Lingge’s footsteps slightly paused, he spoke in a low voice: “At the latest next year, after that we’ll live in Licheng, I will accompany you every day.”
Wen Xian tilted her head to glance at him, did not speak.
Shen Lingge saw her not responding so did not bring it up again, he would try his best to fulfill his promise to her ahead of time.
He had originally planned to wait for her to wake up in the morning and take her to ride horses at the rear horse field, but unexpectedly the little girl woke up so early today, by the time he woke up the maids were already cleaning the room.
He went downstairs and asked the butler only to find out she had gone out by herself.
Seeing she didn’t want to go play outside, Shen Lingge pulled her along to the home theater, the butler prepared popcorn and iced cola for them. Wen Xian, seeing there was popcorn, felt her mood improve a bit.
Wen Xian discovered that Shen Lingge really treated her as a child, because he picked a Disney animated movie to watch with her. One had to say he really understood her.
Wen Xian hugged the popcorn bucket, staring at the screen without blinking. Shen Lingge sat beside her and while she wasn’t paying attention switched her iced cola with warm milk tea. She had caught wind in the morning; if she drank cold things she would probably catch a cold.
The main character in the movie had a strong body and a head of beautiful fur, under the sunlight every strand of fur seemed to shine with golden light. Wen Xian looked on with envy, couldn’t help but softly say: “So handsome.”
Shen Lingge glanced at the lion roaring toward the sky, not understanding where the handsome was.
When the fluffy little lion was picked up facing all the beasts, he again saw Wen Xian beside him looking at the little lion with starry eyes, unable to hold back her soft shriek: “Ah ah ah so cute, I’m dead.”
When the strong and beautiful lion in her mouth met with an accident and died, the little girl’s eye rims turned red, tears falling as if they didn’t cost money, crying silently.
Shen Lingge furrowed his brows and held tissues to wipe her tears, but for a long while she couldn’t calm down, staring at the screen with red eyes, not long after, the just-wiped-clean tears flowed down again.
Shen Lingge had no choice but to lower his tone and threaten her: “Wen Xian, if you cry again I’ll kiss you.”
The little girl seemed to be scared by his words, crying and hiccupping from crying, her clear eyes looking at him pitifully for a while, not daring to cry anymore, afraid that he really would kiss her.
Shen Lingge: “…”
Wen Xian didn’t dare cry again, watching the movie while from time to time turning her head to secretly look at Shen Lingge, afraid he would suddenly pinch her chin and kiss her.
Shen Lingge could feel the gaze floating over from his right side again and again, his temple slightly jumped: “Won’t kiss you, properly watch the movie.”
Wen Xian obediently gave a sound of agreement then continued hugging the popcorn stuffing it into her mouth, when she went to take the cola she found the cola had been switched to milk tea, but she didn’t mind, she also liked drinking milk tea.
When Wen Xian took a sip she found what was in the cup wasn’t milk tea, but English black tea with milk and sugar added. She drank two sips, licked her lips, after savoring it for a moment, again stuffed the straw into her mouth.
Shen Lingge glanced at her lips moistened by licking, only felt his throat dry, he forced himself to look away, starting to listen to the three little animals singing in the movie.
Shen Lingge closed his eyes, couldn’t listen, couldn’t watch, his whole mind was filled with her.
Wen Xian was just holding milk tea drinking happily, when suddenly from the side a hand stretched out and snatched away her milk tea, he seemed unreasonable: “I want to drink yours, if you still want to drink I’ll let the butler get it.”
Wen Xian: “……?”
She complained: “If you want to drink why not let the butler get it? Why insist on snatching mine?”
Shen Lingge’s tone was careless, but the words that came out left Wen Xian speechless: “What you drank is especially sweet, I want to drink something sweet.”
Wen Xian: “…Then suit yourself.”
Wen Xian rubbed her burning-hot face, she tried hard to put her attention on the movie, but the person next to her kept looking at her, the scorching gaze made her unable to ignore it.
Wen Xian endured for a while but couldn’t hold it in, she turned her head to glare at him: “You’re not allowed to look at me!”
Shen Lingge’s long fingertips lightly tapped on the armrest, he put on a negotiating expression, bargaining with her: “Let me kiss once, then for the next half hour I’ll let you properly watch the movie.”
Shen Lingge was a businessman, regarding conditions and terms he had never compromised before.
Wen Xian stiffened her little face and turned her head: “Then you keep looking, don’t talk to me in the afternoon.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
No matter how at ease he was in the business world, in front of Wen Xian he still had to lower his head.
Shen Lingge knew this little girl was always serious when she got angry, so he knew when to stop and slowly moved his gaze away. In the time after that, the two of them were both very quiet.
Wen Xian focused on watching the screen, Shen Lingge occasionally glanced at her, but didn’t dare let his gaze stay too long.
The final scene of the movie seemed to return to the beginning again, the new Lion King had a new kingdom heir, all things endlessly regenerating.
The screen gradually darkened. Just as Shen Lingge was about to hold Wen Xian’s hand to leave the room, she suddenly reached out and tugged on his sleeve, her slender fingertips gradually moving up until holding onto his forearm.
She spoke in a low voice: “Don’t move.”
Shen Lingge instinctively stopped his movements.
At this moment the theater was still in complete darkness.
After a rustling sound, Shen Lingge felt a slight weight press down on his body—it was her sitting on him. Maybe because it wasn’t comfortable, she adjusted her posture, sitting on his legs.
Shen Lingge raised his eyes: “Xian Xian?”
Wen Xian didn’t speak, only raised her hand to lightly caress his cheek.
The warm and sweet scent gradually approached.
Shen Lingge’s breathing slightly paused.
Wen Xian probed to touch his lips, his lips and teeth still carrying the taste of milk tea, the clear sweet flavor bursting on the tip of her tongue, accompanied by the warmth on his lips.
She tried hard to recall how Shen Lingge kissed her, holding his face without any method kissing him for a while.
The man’s strong hand encircled her waist, the initiative was taken away by him. She could only breathe according to his rhythm. Sometimes he would stop to let her catch her breath.
But after the brief pause, there would be an even fiercer plundering.
Until Wen Xian couldn’t bear it anymore, her body going soft, only then did Shen Lingge pick her up. She leaned against his chest, panting in small breaths. Every time she kissed him felt different.
But there was one thing that was always the same—she was always very happy each time.
As if that little bit of hidden liking she secretly stashed away had been caught by him, and he carefully accepted her liking and her heart, until that surging emotion could no longer be hidden.
Wen Xian clutched the front of his shirt, speaking in a small voice: “Shen Lingge, I like kissing you.”
Shen Lingge felt her hugging even tighter, his voice hoarse and helpless: “Xian Xian, at this time don’t say things like that.”
Wen Xian raised her head to ask: “Why?”
Shen Lingge only lowered his head to look at her, not saying a word, but in his black eyes, the heat seemed like it was about to burn Wen Xian.
Wen Xian hesitated for a moment, then softly added: “I don’t want to know anymore.”
Shen Lingge let out a low laugh, holding her as he walked out.