The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Wen Song casually grabbed a few tissues and carefully wiped the foam off Lu Zhiheng's face.

She originally wanted to hold the kitten and have Lu Zhiheng give it a bath, but the kitten was extremely resistant to her touch. Before she could even get close to it, she was also splashed with foam all over its head and face.

"Ah, it still doesn't like me after all..."

Wen Song turned her face away helplessly. The foam slid down her smooth cheeks, tickling her. She reached out to wipe it off, but the more she wiped, the more foam appeared.

"No, let's switch places. You hold it, and I'll rinse the bubbles off it."

Lu Zhiheng gently held the kitten in both hands, while Wen Song used the showerhead to rinse the bubbles off its body. Perhaps the water flow frightened the kitten too much, as it struggled and shook off the water more and more violently and frequently. After the bath, Lu Zhiheng and Wen Song's clothes were mostly soaked.

Fortunately, the kitten was still very young and didn't have much fur. The two of them used a bath towel to repeatedly absorb the moisture from its body, and then used a hairdryer to dry it completely in a short time.

With its grime washed away and its snow-white fur fluffed up, the cat looked brand new. Wen Song liked it even more, reaching out to pull it into his arms and taking a deep sniff. "Wow, you smell so good!"

The kitten wasn't used to her affection and jumped out of her arms with a meow.

Wen Song turned around to chase after him, and bumped right into Lu Zhiheng, who was coming from behind with a wet wipe.

Lu Zhiheng's large hand instinctively wrapped around her slender waist, forcefully pulling her forward to stop her from falling backward.

"Be careful, don't fall."

The man's magnetic voice was right above Wen Song's head, and his warm, large hand was also very noticeably pressed against her waist.

This ambiguous physical contact made Wen Song both shy and uncomfortable. She clenched her fists and pressed them against his chest, trying to back away.

"Don't move."

Lu Zhiheng, however, refused to let go and instead used a little more force to pull her closer to him.

"Your face still has some shower gel residue, let me wipe it off for you."

"I... I can do it myself."

Wen Song reached for the wet wipe in Lu Zhiheng's hand, but Lu Zhiheng easily dodged it, saying, "You just wiped my face for me, it's just returning the favor, no need to be so polite."

Wen Song wanted to say that she wasn't just being polite; besides, she hadn't been so forceful in hugging his waist when she was wiping his face earlier.

Before she could say anything, Lu Zhiheng was already focused on wiping her face with a wet wipe, his movements were very gentle, as if her face was some fragile treasure that would be broken if she wasn't careful.

"Your hair and clothes are a little wet, let me blow-dry them for you."

After finally wiping her face, Lu Zhiheng picked up the hairdryer and carefully dried her hair. Worried that Wen Song's legs would get sore from standing for so long, he simply supported her waist and lifted her to sit on the sink.

With her feet suddenly dangling in the air, Wen Song's heart sank for a moment, especially when she realized that the distance between them had closed in an instant, a feeling of ambiguity began to rise in the air.

Wen Song blushed and secretly looked up at Lu Zhiheng. From this angle, she could clearly see every single eyelash of Lu Zhiheng's.

His eyelashes were long and thick, not curled like a girl's, but straight and drooping over his eyelids. His quiet, downcast gaze exuded a deep tenderness and affection.

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even notice when the hairdryer stopped. Their eyes met mid-air, and Lu Zhiheng's thin lips curved into a faint smile as he slowly leaned closer to her. "Sweetie, are you testing my self-control by staring at me like that?"

A tender gaze?

Wen Song's gaze seemed to be drawn in by the swirling depths of his eyes, unable to look away for a long time. Yet, she felt a sense of danger approaching, and instinctively leaned back. "I...I didn't..."

Her lips were beautiful, a light pink, full and moist, like an enticing flower petal. Lu Zhiheng's throat bobbed involuntarily, and his forehead touched Wen Song's forehead lightly.

"Songsong, I've been pursuing you for so long, when are you going to say yes?"

His voice was so deep, it seemed to possess a bewitching power. Wen Song gently bit her lower lip, looking completely innocent. "But, it's only the second day..."

"Only the second day?"

Lu Zhiheng chuckled softly, his nose lightly brushing against Wen Song's. "But why do I feel like we've been chasing each other for so long?"

As he spoke, his lips brushed lightly against her cupid's bow.

Wen Song had never had such close contact with a member of the opposite sex before. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing was erratic.

Her reason reminded her that this was the time to push him away and get away from him, but their breaths mingled together, creating a kind of dizzying, powerless magic.

She let his lips gently touch the tip of her nose and cheek, like tiny sparks of fire that burned all the way to the corner of her lips. "Sweetie, if this kiss lands, I'll take it as a yes, okay?"

Wen Song didn't speak; she couldn't say anything at all. The moment Lu Zhiheng finished speaking, his thin lips were already pressed against hers.

Their four lips were pressed together perfectly, and Lu Zhiheng held the back of her head with one hand while slowly deepening the kiss.

Wen Song's mind was completely blank at this moment, her head forced to tilt slightly upwards, accepting all of Lu Zhiheng's tenderness and demands...

Lu Zhiheng used to find it hard to understand those couples in love who would kiss like Siamese twins, regardless of the occasion, even while waiting for a car on the side of the road.

But when he tasted the flavor of his beloved girl at this moment, he truly experienced the feeling of not wanting to be apart for even a second, as if he could never get enough of kissing her.

"Good boy, open your mouth."

Wen Song had never experienced anything like this before. This kiss not only took away her breath but also her entire consciousness. She obediently followed the command and opened her lips. The next second, Lu Zhiheng's tongue skillfully slipped in.

Suck, entwine, lick...

The previous gentleness had turned into a sudden storm. In the mirror behind Wen Song, her soft waist was pressed down hard by Lu Zhiheng, bending into a beautiful arc.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden meow interrupted their intimacy. Wen Song sobbed as she pushed away Lu Zhiheng, who was still reluctant to withdraw from her mouth.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were even more lustrous than if she had applied lipstick; upon closer inspection, they were already slightly swollen.

"Your cat is meowing. Is it hungry?"

Lu Zhiheng's condition was not much better than Wen Song's. He was still supporting himself on the table on either side of Wen Song, breathing slightly out of breath. His eyes, which looked at Wen Song, seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, reddening and filled with lingering desire.

At this moment, he didn't want to pay attention to the kitten at all. He lowered his head again to continue kissing it, but Wen Song pressed his lips against his and pushed him back.

"You brought it back, so you're responsible for it."

Lu Zhiheng nodded helplessly, "I will take responsibility, of course I will take responsibility."

He picked Wen Song up upright with one hand and strode towards the living room. "I'm not only responsible for it, but I'll be even more responsible for you."

Wen Song sat quietly on the sofa, watching Lu Zhiheng take out a sausage from the refrigerator and break it into pieces to feed the kitten.

His nearly 1.9-meter-tall frame remained upright even when he squatted on the ground with his knees bent, making the kitten at his feet appear even smaller and thinner.

"You said you got it from the property management? Didn't its owner come to claim it later?"

Lu Zhiheng hummed in agreement. "The property management said it must have been abandoned by its owner. A while ago, it sneaked out when the property staff weren't looking. I guess it was too hungry, which is why it couldn't dodge in time and almost got hit by my car."

"Then it really does have a special connection with you."

Wen Song pursed her lips, hesitated, and asked, "Are you planning to officially adopt it after bringing it home?"

Lu Zhiheng looked up at her, his tone gentle, "If you like it, we'll keep it."

Wen Song nodded immediately, "I like it very much."

After saying that, I suddenly realized he had said "we," and my heart felt a little sour and tender, as if someone had gently squeezed it.

She blinked and said seriously, "But if you really decide to adopt it, then you must keep it to the end. You can't abandon it halfway through because you find it annoying."