(76) You don't know how good you are

  "Is it just because of this little thing that you're getting angry?" Wen Yan smiled wryly, really his little ancestor...

  Song Min's face was a little embarrassed, his face getting redder and redder, the last bit of resentment in his heart also dissipated, completely clearing up.

  Wen Yan sighed and put his arm around Song Min's shoulder, tilting the umbrella towards her to prevent her from getting wet.

  From just now until now, more than half of Wen Yan's body has been outside the umbrella. Although the rain is not heavy, it has been wet for so long.

  Song Min felt a little heartache.

  "Do you know that sometimes when I'm with you, I feel very inferior and insecure?"

  Inferiority complex?

  No sense of security?

  Song Min looked at Wen Yan incredulously. How could someone as calm and collected as him be insecure and lack a sense of security? What a joke!

  Seeing the distrust in Song Min's eyes, Wen Yan silently sighed and consulted with Song Min: "Shall we go to the car first?"

  He's always like this, it's not a big deal for him, but he's worried that Song Min will catch a cold from getting rained on, and his hand is still injured... really, there isn't a single day when he doesn't have to worry about something.

  "Oh." Song Min's tone softened, knowing he was in the wrong, and obediently allowed Wen Yan to lead him by the arm to the car.

  My heart is burning hot, as if something is about to burst out.

  "Get in the back." Just as Song Min thought of opening the front door, Wen Yan stopped her and opened the rear door to let Song Min get in.

  Then he opened the driver's door, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door, pulled open the back door, got in, took off his slightly damp plaid shirt, revealing a white T-shirt underneath.

  A faint scent of mint wafted from Wen Yan's body, and Song Min's face grew hotter and hotter. Fortunately, it wasn't too bright in the car, so his red face wouldn't be easily noticed.

  "Why don't we go to my brother's place and change into some dry clothes?" Song Min was worried that Wen Yan would catch a cold.

  "Am I that weak?" Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening as they met Song Min's hand. He pulled over Song Min's injured hand and slowly rubbed the gauze with his thumb, scolding, "How can you be so careless?"

  The voice is full of heartache.

  Song Min pouted, anyway she now looked at Wen Yan and only wanted to act spoiled: "It's all the fault of Yuan Siyu's ex-boyfriend, if he hadn't bumped into me, I wouldn't have been scalded."

  "Hmm?" Wen Yan pinched Song Min's uninjured fingers, seemingly asking her what was going on.

  "It was that time when I splashed a cup of wine on him." Song Min smiled awkwardly, "After all, one revenge deserves another."

  "How dare you bully her?" Wen Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he looked at Song Min's hand with heartache, thinking of the expression she had cried out in pain, his heart felt stifled.

  Song Min hugged Wen Yan's arm, rubbing back and forth, "Ah, Second Brother scolded the trash man's dad for a while, that guy always acts like he's 13 just because his dad is the company's vice president, that day the trash man was so scared."

  Wēn yán's line of sight fell on his own arm being held in Sòng Mǐn's embrace, and was swung back and forth by her, occasionally brushing against two soft things. Wēn yán's eyes deepened, and he looked up at Sòng Mǐn with a faint gaze.

  "Don't go looking for him, Yuan Siyu... should have already avenged me...” Song Min looked at Wen Yan's bright eyes and vaguely guessed what Wen Yan was going to do, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, taking a step back.

  Wen Yan leaned in and wrapped his arms around Song Min's waist, whispering "What are you hiding?"

  "This is downstairs...” Song Min was about to cry, although she was in the car, but the light from the streetlights downstairs was enough to observe everything that happened inside the car, it was like being under the gaze of everyone... kissing... Song Min felt she couldn't bear it..."

  "What's wrong?" Wen Yan's hand stroked the back of Song Min's neck, and as their skin touched, both of them shuddered, a wave of heat rushing through their entire bodies.

  Song Min's eyes moistened with a hint of warmth as she gazed straight at Wen Yan, her expression as innocent as possible.

  His eyes deepened, his ears were hot, he sighed heavily, covered Song Min's eyes with his hand and whispered in his ear: "Didn't I say... don't be cute?"

  After finishing speaking, he blew a breath into Song Min's ear.

  Song Min's body trembled, his eyes became even more moist, and the corners of his closed eyes had tears overflowing, saying "This is blatant teasing!"

  How can warm words become more and more shameless...

  Before Song Min could accept the fact that he was being teased, Wen Yan's lips quietly and silently pressed against Song Min's lips, slowly grinding.

  Song Min's body shook again.

  Wen Yan put down his hand covering Song Min's eyes and hugged her tightly.

  Song Min slightly raised his eyelids, directly facing Wen Yan's pitch-black eyes, staring at Song Min with such focus that it seemed to pull people in, and also carried a very passionate gaze.

  Song Min looked for two seconds, slowly closed his eyes, and round tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

  This man, this man who was so focused as if there was only her in his eyes, almost got pushed away by her.

  Luckily, luckily...

  A soft whisper escaped his lips as he left Song Min's, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes with a kiss, and pulled her into his arms. "Why are you crying again?"

  Song Min's head was buried in Wen Yan's arms, his body still a bit damp and his temperature high, making Song Min's eyes feel hot and itchy. "It's just that I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable, you're so good to me, but I still want to push you away."

  Song Min's voice was dull and nasal, with a hint of sobbing.

  "So, don't say it's not suitable so easily from now on." Wen Yan stroked the back of Song Min's head gently, took a slight breath in, lowered his voice and seemed to be enticing Song Min: "Is it good or not?"

  "Hmm..." Song murmured, his hands tightly wrapped around Wen Yan's waist.

  She smiled and continued to speak softly: "If there's anything that makes you unhappy, or if I've done something wrong, please tell me right away. I'll change it. Don't be like before, getting angry by yourself, what's the use? I won't know, and then what?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Song Min, do you know or not, I feel very insecure when I'm by your side?" Wen Yan's voice dropped a few degrees.

  Song Min grasped the clothes on both sides of Wen Yan's waist, his eyes red as he lifted his head from Wen Yan's embrace, "Why?"

  Warm words stretched out to wipe away the moisture from Song Min's eyes, "I'm so old, and you're surrounded by people younger and more excellent than me, how can I feel secure?"

  "Where are you old?" Song Min let out a "heh" and laughed, she had never been disgusted by his age.

  "You don't know how good you are." Warm words seemed to be a sigh, and Song Min was hugged back into his arms.

  It's so fortunate to have met her.

  I thought his love would be like him, plain and ordinary. I didn't expect to meet Song Min, it was like a fish suddenly rushing into a stagnant pool of water, slowly coming back to life. Nor did I think my heart would become so soft, that I would be moved by her pitiful expression, and want to give up the whole world for her.

  What an honor.

  "You don't even know how good you are." Song Min's head leaned against Wen Yan's chest, his ears listening to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and reassuring. Song Min's hands wandered around Wen Yan's waist, finally clasping together and tightening around him a few more times.

  "Hmm..." Wen Yan seemed to have hummed a sound, extremely charming. He stretched out his hand to press down Song Min's two small hands, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his voice sinking: "Be honest."

  Song Min looked up at Wen Yan.

  Soft words, hanging head, with sparks of fire in his eyes.

  Song Min's eyes widened, her mind filled with thoughts of that night at Nongjiale when Wen Yan had... Song Min's face grew hot, she stiffened in Wen Yan's arms, not daring to move, Wen Yan seemed to be having a reaction again...

  Song Min was about to cry, how could Wen Yan be so impulsive...

  "Don't move!" Wen Yan pressed Song Min's head into his own chest, his chin resting on Song Min's hair, suppressing a few low gasps. Unable to suppress the turmoil in his body, he pushed Song Min away and opened the car door to get out. The warmth and fragrance of Nuan Yu enveloped him, and he wasn't Liu Xiahui, how could he bear it...

  Song Min sat obediently in the car, his back straight as a primary school student, his face still red. Wen Yan saw him like this when he opened the car door again.

  "Alas..." He let out a soft sigh, "Come on, I'll send you back."

  "You... always like this... won't you suffocate..." Song Min quietly moved to the edge of the car door, looking up at Wen Yan. She wasn't naive enough to think that holding hands would get her pregnant, after all, she grew up reading romance novels and had seen her fair share of bed scenes. Besides, they were both adults now, and should understand what was going on. Her roommates and their boyfriends often went out to open rooms, but when it came to herself, it was still hard to accept. After all, deep down, she still thought of herself as a student, not yet grown up...

  "Are you going to help me?" Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, took the umbrella from Song Min's hand, opened it, and pulled Song Min out.

  Song Min's face turned even redder, almost to the point of bleeding, she forced a smile and said "You'd better deal with it yourself haha."

  "Don't worry." Wen Yan closed the car door, locked it, and looked at Song Min for a moment, "I will make you happy."

  Happiness...

  Bliss...

  Song Min felt like something had exploded in her mind, her face temperature rising again, burning so much that her nose was covered in fine sweat. Ever since they got together, Wen Yan would drive wherever they went... where was the slightest bit of dignity?

  "Get away from me."

  What? Keep a distance from him? Song Min glared at Wen Yan, had they just made up and he was already starting to dislike her?

  The heat in Wen Yan's body had not dissipated, and as he looked at Song Min's expression, his temples began to throb with pain. Wen Yan resigned himself to his fate, let out a sigh, gritted his teeth, and endured, saying: "If you get any closer, I won't be able to hold back."

  Then he stuffed the umbrella into Song Min's hands and strode away quickly with his long legs.

  Song Min hurriedly followed up.

  "Why are you walking so fast?"

  In the elevator, Song Min leaned against one side and panted a couple of times, softly complaining.

  She gazed at Song Min with a subtle smile that was almost imperceptible, her eyes deepening slightly.

  Song Min wisely shut his mouth, generally speaking, when Wen Yan's eyes deepened, it meant he was about to kiss her... Earlier, she had wondered why Wen Yan was still holding the wet shirt...

  He glanced at Wen Yan's gesture of taking off his shirt, his hands were just placed on his waist, and the shirt covered a certain unmentionable part... Song Min's eyelids twitched, and his face suddenly became hot again.