The two of them hugged each other so quietly. This was the first time since they had confirmed their relationship. Xinwan did not feel awkward or shy at all. She only felt comfortable. All the problems seemed to have disappeared, but she could not help but think of Wen Yuehua.
She organized her words in her heart, then asked tentatively, "Is your aunt okay?"
"Worried about her? Why aren't you worried about me? "
Wen Han-woo squeezed her shoulders, his exquisite features getting closer to Xinwan. His voice was low, as if it contained a kind of honey. His sexy thin lips stopped a little in front of her lips, and he did not get any closer. "Our son told me that you missed me so much that you couldn't sleep, hmm?"
Xinwan's heart was beating like thunder. How could she remain indifferent after being touched by him like this?
She even held her breath for a moment. Wen Han-woo saw that she did not speak, but that delicate face of hers was red like a ripe apple. His heart felt as if it had been brushed by feathers, and it was soft and messy. He did not care about anything else. His slender fingers lifted her chin, and he kissed her.
Xinwan snorted. She instinctively wanted to turn her face away, but how could Wen Han-woo let her have her way? The man's large palm gently cupped her cheek, not allowing her to move.
His breath was scorching, gentle, and strong. Xinwan could hear the sound of her own heartbeat. All the uneasiness in her heart gradually disappeared. She could not help but integrate into his kiss, unable to extricate herself.
Their lips and teeth collided. Wen Han-woo's actions were not barbaric at all. They were exceptionally gentle, as if she was a treasure in the palm of his hand. He devoured her lips, then found the tip of her tongue, hooked it, and slowly sucked. She felt pain and could not help but moan. Wen Han-woo hugged her tightly. With a turn, the two of them switched positions. The man reached out and carried her directly onto the marble countertop beside the sink. He pushed his waist against her, separated her legs, and pressed his forehead against hers.
Xinwan was still a little dazed, and her hands subconsciously circled around his neck.
Wen Han-woo's breathing was also very heavy. One hand was holding her slender waist, and the other was slowly brushing the roots of her legs, and gently pinched.
The night instantly trembled. Seeing that she was so sensitive, Wen Han-woo chuckled softly. His deep voice was tainted with lust, and it was even more hoarse. "Shy? The moment I touch you, I feel like I have a special feeling. What about you? "
As he spoke, his body became more and more unscrupulous. Xinwan quickly noticed his perverted size.
Her face was so red that it was about to bleed, but Wen Han-woo just wanted to make things worse. "Your face is so red. What are you thinking about? Are you thinking that I should take off your clothes now, and then, oh, what kind of position should I use to hurt you? "
"Wen Han-woo!"
"Baby, call me Hanwoo."
"Wanwan, I haven't done it in the kitchen before. I heard it's very exciting." This shameless man said incomparably flirtatious words while licking her sensitive earlobes. His voice was really like a death sentence. "Do you want to be stimulated?"
Xinwan's breathing was completely disrupted. She wanted to say something, but the moment she opened her mouth, Wen Han-woo had already lowered his head again, and sucked on her little mouth. It was as if he was kissing and eating her lips. Her whole body trembled. The marble table beneath her was cold, but her body felt like it was burning. These two extreme feelings stimulated her senses, and Xinwan couldn't take it. Her hands wanted to push the man in front of her chest away, but her weak strength was more like a kind of tease to Wen Han-woo.
"Baby, you feel it, hmm?"
Wen Han-woo had already lifted up the hem of her clothes. One hand easily controlled her body, the other hand grabbed her little hand, and kept pulling it towards his body. His voice was deep and seductive. "Help me take off my clothes. I'll love you."
Xinwan missed him. This kind of longing, even she couldn't tell how it had accumulated. In the dead of the night, she would always think of his body temperature. In fact, they hadn't slept on the same bed for too long.
But now she knew that Wen Han-woo missed her more than she did.
He was too passionate, and she couldn't take it. She originally wanted to say something, but he swallowed all the words in her throat.
Xinwan knew that resisting would have no effect. It would only increase the man's desire. It wasn't like she hadn't done it with him before. Sometimes, women would become sensitive in certain aspects. She seemed to know clearly in her heart what her man liked.
Xinwan snorted twice, and Wen Han-woo carried her down. Her half-hearted action quickly turned into an embrace in the midst of her delirium. The man hugged her upper body, and from time to time, he seduced her by her ear. His hands became more and more unrestrained, and in the end, it provoked Xinwan to meow like a cat. Wen Han-woo felt a pair of soft little hands across his chest, brushing across his internal organs. It was itchy, but it wasn't uncomfortable, but he really couldn't help it.
Wen Han-woo's gaze was deep, and the light in his eyes was green. He really looked like a hungry wolf that had seen delicious food. He couldn't hold it in any longer, and he pounced on her, wanting to tear her bones apart and eat her.
He held Xinwan's soft body, and his lower body pressed tightly against hers. Even through the fabric of her clothes, it still made Xinwan tremble. That shocking inch was already at her doorstep.
"Baby, call me, hmm? Come, call me. Who's doting on you? "
He bit her ear, the tip of her nose, her lips, and finally, her chest. Xinwan couldn't tell north from south. She only felt like she was sinking into the sea, floating and sinking. Her senses were constantly magnified, but her mind was blank.
"Hanwoo."
Hanwoo, Hanwoo …
It was already late at night. After waiting for Jiang Youyi to fall asleep, Tong Qing Meng tidied up the clothes he brought with him from his business trip. Then she took a shower and changed her clothes. She took her phone and went into the study.
Before making the call, Tong Qing Meng hesitated for a long time. She stood up from time to time, then sat down again. That number was actually in her mind. She kept repeating it over and over again, but she still couldn't muster up the courage to press it.
Of course, Seo Dong-jun's number wasn't in her contact list, but it wasn't difficult to remember his number. After Tong Qing Meng met him again after so many years, he already had her contact number. Later on, he called her. Even though she didn't remember it, she somehow managed to memorize his number.
Right now, he was hesitating. Should she call him?
What about after she called him?
Was she going to tell him that she had already told her daughter about their past, avoiding the important points and dwelling on the trivial ones? However, she had never admitted to the question Seo Dong-jun threw at her back then.
Or was she going to tell him about Wen Yuehua's pregnancy?
But, in what capacity was she going to tell Seo Dong-jun that Wen Yuehua was pregnant? This matter didn't seem to have anything to do with her. If she told him, what would Seo Dong-jun think?
She hesitated for 20 minutes. In the end, she thought that with Xinwan's personality, she would most likely look for Seo Dong-jun in private. Even though she denied that Xinwan and Seo Dong-jun had nothing to do with each other …
Tong Qing Meng still understood Seo Dong-jun's stubborn character. Once he set his mind on someone or something, he wouldn't change his mind. Even though Family Wen was surging like a storm, Family Jiang was peaceful. She didn't want any more trouble.
In the end, she dialed that number. It was so late. Who knew that the phone would be picked up after two rings. Seo Dong-jun probably couldn't believe it. There was a hint of surprise in his voice. "Qing Meng?"
"Mr. Xu, call me Mrs. Jiang."
Tong Qing Meng hardened her heart and said quickly, "I have something to tell you. It's not clear over the phone. If it's convenient for you, Mr. Xu, tomorrow we …"
"Convenient! Convenient! It's very convenient for me anytime! "
Before she finished speaking, Seo Dong-jun had already interrupted her agitatedly. It was so obvious that Tong Qing Meng and he used to be so close. In fact, she knew that Seo Dong-jun didn't forget her at all. She also knew that he and Wen Yuehua canceled the wedding mostly because of her.
Thinking about it this way, she felt that perhaps the two of them really needed to meet.
There were some things that she should make clear to him.
"Tomorrow afternoon, 2 o 'clock. I'll send the location to your phone," Tong Qing Meng said calmly. Just as she was about to hang up, Seo Dong-jun suddenly called her.
"Qing Meng."
"Mr. Xu, call me Mrs. Jiang."
"Must you do this?"
Tong Qing Meng's fingers that were holding the phone slowly tightened. She said in a low voice, "Is there anything else? It's very late. I'm going to rest. "
"It's nothing."
Seo Dong-jun felt her indifference. In the end, he was still a little disheartened. He quickly said, "Then you should rest early. See you tomorrow."
Tong Qing Meng hung up and placed the phone on the desk. She took a shawl and draped it over her shoulders. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the night sky. The garden was still lit. The dim yellow light contrasted against the flowers in the garden, making them seem like they were suffused with a layer of old yellow light. However, when you looked closely, you would realize that the flowers actually had a different kind of delicate and alluring charm.
Just like those memories that had been hidden in the bottom of her heart for 30 years. She always felt that they were old and that she might have forgotten them. However, when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she didn't need to think about them at all. Because those memories, like people, were already integrated into her blood and bones.
Actually, there was no such thing as forgetting or not forgetting. Memories were always so clear. It was just a question of whether you wanted to think about them or not …
"Still not satisfied?"
The night sky was dark. After the excitement subsided, Wen Han-woo carried Xinwan and sat on the deck chair on the balcony. Because of the season, it was still a little cold at night. He took a thick blanket and covered her body. Xinwan only wore a one-piece dress. It was the kind of silk that was smooth and printed on Wen Han-woo's chest. From time to time, she would pull her hands and touch Wen Han-woo's hands. Her small body would twist slightly. The man beneath her would snort and reach out to pinch her perky buttocks. It felt really good to the touch.
The desire that he had just let go of seemed to surge in his chest again.
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