The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 512 The Big Winner (Part 8) Dali, from now on, let's each talk our own thing.

April nights at Sheshan are enveloped in a soft, dark blue stillness. The air is filled with the crisp scent of grass and trees, mingled with the warm fragrance of burning pine branches. Occasionally, a cool mountain breeze passes through the forest, bringing with it a blend of damp earth and wildflowers.

The burning pine branches occasionally crackled softly, like some secret thoughts unfolding in the silence.

Wen Sheng held a long, dry branch in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on the fire in front of him. Occasionally, he would stir it, and the flames, now replenished with oxygen, would leap in his eyes.

On a moisture-proof mat covered with dry grass, Zhuge Dasheng sat with her knees drawn up beside the man, the soft light of the flames casting a warm glow on her silhouette.

The two of them quietly felt the night breeze, saying nothing, yet it was as if they had already said everything.

"Ugh!"

After a long while, a woman's soft sigh broke the tranquil atmosphere.

Zhuge Dasheng turned his head to look at Wen Sheng, and after two seconds said, "Aren't you going to sleep early? We have to get up to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning."

"If you're not asleep, how can I sleep?"

Wen Sheng, who was also sitting with his knees bent, chuckled. His knees were covered by the soft cardigan of the woman next to him.

As Wen Sheng deliberately turned his head and pressed half of his face against the clothes while talking to her, Attorney Zhuge felt her face getting hot, unsure if it was because of the fire.

I should have known better than to give the clothes to this guy!
Ever since Wen Sheng said "Sister Sheng, you smell so good," this has been the umpteenth time that Attorney Zhuge has regretted it.

The mature couple by the campfire exchanged glances, their voices rising and falling in silence, their movements seemingly making the desolate night less lonely.

Zhuge Dasheng pursed his lips, looked at the fire, and said, "You're in the next tent, I won't disturb you."

“It will be noisy,” Wen Sheng said with a smile.

Before the other person could speak again, he rhythmically patted the cardigan on his knee with one hand.

Do you know what beat this is?

Upon hearing this, Attorney Zhuge raised an eyebrow and began searching his mind for any musical rhythms he knew.

Wen Sheng didn't urge him, but just patted her gently while smiling at the woman beside him.

After a long while, Zhuge Dasheng shook his head.

Seeing this, Wen Sheng laughed out loud, and then, under the other person's questioning gaze, said, "Try covering your heart with one hand, and then listen to it?"

"..."

Lawyer Zhuge was taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly understood.

But looking into the other person's eyes, she hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should really ask for confirmation.

"I can hear your heartbeat; it's keeping me awake."

"..."

Zhuge Dasheng's breathing hitched slightly. He glanced at him before turning back to stare at the fire.

The crackling of burning branches occasionally mingled with the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, the sound of a nearby stream, the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze, and...

She reached her right hand inside her open down jacket and pressed it against her left breast, feeling the heartbeat through the sweater and the rhythm that matched the man beside her.

"Wensheng, you should be saying these things to those girls."

"is it?"

Wen Sheng poked at the fire and, seeing that a piece of firewood was about to burn out, he added another one.

"I just wanted to tell you this, it has nothing to do with you being a girl or a mother."

"You know I'm a mother, and Dali is still sleeping in the tent!"

"But you're not just a mother, are you?"

"You might as well put it more clearly."

"Have you considered finding Dali a stepfather?"

"..."

Attorney Zhuge's eyes twitched; this wasn't the first time she'd heard the other party say this.

When the two of them first ate out alone at that restaurant, this jerk next to me asked the same question.

However, the relationship between the two was not like it is now... or rather, it was in its nascent stage. The day before that day was the opening of her law firm, and this man sent her a flower basket and, through Dali's hand, a bouquet of tulips.

So although their conversations at that time began to take on a different meaning, they were still generally subtle and restrained.

And now...

Whether it was because they were in the mountains far from the city, or because it was the dead of night when it felt like only the two of them remained, or perhaps... their relationship had changed somewhat...

The meaning behind Wen Sheng's question couldn't be clearer.

Just like she said before, what was the other party's real intention?

So hard to guess!

Zhuge Dasheng turned to look at him with a half-smile and said, "What? You want to volunteer yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Sheng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. He hadn't expected his opponent to suddenly start playing the direct game.

"I wish to emulate Mao Sui, but I wonder if my sister dares to emulate Lord Pingyuan?"

"..."

Perhaps it was time to finally confront the feelings that had been lingering between the two of them for so long. She had already given her indication when she came out of the tent, so now Zhuge Dasheng no longer avoided the topic.

She looked at the man beside her and even laughed, saying, "But aren't you Dali's friend?"

She paused for a moment, then added, "I am Dali's mother. Although she calls you 'Uncle,' you two used to be friends."

"Ha, it's okay." Wen Sheng didn't hide anything anymore. "From now on, Dali and I can each talk our own thing."

"..."

Hearing the shameless words of the man in front of him, Attorney Zhuge was speechless.

I raised my hand to hit the other person on the head, but I was afraid that the other person would grab my hand and not let go.

After a long while, in the flickering firelight, Zhuge Dasheng, who had calmed down, chuckled and said, "I'm a little curious, when did you decide to become Dali's father?"

"Ok?"

Wen Sheng was surprised, not expecting the other party to suddenly ask such a question.

However, sensing that Attorney Zhuge was becoming increasingly relaxed, Wen Sheng thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "Sister Sheng, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Is there any truth or falsehood left here?"

Zhuge Dasheng raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Then tell me a lie first."

“When I first picked Dali up from school, you invited me upstairs to sit for a while,” Wen Sheng recalled. “At that time, you were waiting for us downstairs, and that’s when I had this idea.”

Attorney Zhuge nodded. This answer was not unexpected. She had not only guessed that it was so, but she also had some different feelings when she recalled the scene.

It was as if she had foreseen that this man would one day enter her home in a different guise.

After regaining his senses, Zhuge Liang asked again, "And the truth?"

"When I first met you."

"..."

Since we've already brought this up, Wen Sheng doesn't mind going a little further. It's just a straight ball, right? He's swinging the bat with the intention of hitting home run.

Sure enough, Attorney Zhuge's face stiffened upon hearing this, but she quickly calmed down and said calmly, "So you became friends with Dali because you wanted to get close to me?" "Of course not. I became friends with Dali first, and then I met you." The scoundrel showed no embarrassment at all. "You can say that I don't want to just be Dali's friend, but I definitely didn't use Dali to get close to you."

"..."

Wen Sheng's words became increasingly straightforward, or rather, he laid everything bare.

After all, the other party is Zhuge Liang, the Great Sage, and a friend's mother. It's not appropriate to continue beating around the bush. Since the atmosphere is already like this, let's just finish what we've said.

He simply didn't believe that the other party would still be willing to continue to argue with him like a little girl.

While I can afford to wait, this beautiful woman in her early thirties may not be able to.

After hearing what the man beside him said, Zhuge Dasheng loosened his hands that were hugging his knees, and then leaned back slightly to support himself on the cushion behind him.

She raised her head and let out a long sigh, looking at the bright crescent moon in the sky and chuckled softly, "Wensheng, Wensheng, I should have thought of this before coming to Sheshan. If I had known, I shouldn't have agreed to come with Dali."

Wen Sheng laughed too. He leaned back like Attorney Zhuge, placing one hand behind him on the other's hand.

“Sister Sheng, your heartbeat tells me that you didn’t just agree to come camping in Sheshan to accompany Dali.”

"..."

With her lie exposed, a faint blush appeared on Attorney Zhuge's face. She turned to look at the man's profile, then at their intertwined hands, and her lips moved as she said, "I thought it was just because of time, because of habit..."

"Sister Sheng, I've always felt that only love at first sight can be considered true liking. It means liking someone, something, or a thing the moment you see them, or having a good feeling about them. The so-called love that grows over time is just the accumulation of that feeling over time until it breaks through the threshold and suddenly explodes."

Wen Sheng turned his head to meet Zhuge Dasheng's gaze, a smile playing on his lips as he continued softly, "Just like when I first saw you, is your current relationship with me really just because of time, because of habit?"

"..."

Even a lawyer who is usually eloquent would find himself at a loss for words when faced with such a topic.

Flames flickered in front of him, his hands were entwined behind him. Even though many words were on the tip of his tongue, what was the point of saying them now?

Besides, the man beside her had already said everything that should and shouldn't have been said, leaving her only with her final statement.

A cool mountain breeze blew by, causing the flames to flicker and the woman's hair to gently sway, before brushing against the man's face beside her.

What separates them is not just these few strands of flowing hair, but also a veil as thin as a cicada's wing woven from silence.

This silence was not empty; it was filled with unspoken words and a silent attraction that they could both sense.

"Bah!"

The burning pine branches crackled softly, and the center of the swarming firewood collapsed slightly. Wen Sheng sat up and parted it again. The ash piled at the bottom was blocking airflow, so he bent down and gently blew on it—

"Cough! Cough!"

Wen Sheng couldn't help but cough, and as if he had been choked by the smoke, he quickly stepped back.

At first, Zhuge Dasheng just watched him quietly. When he saw Wen Sheng looking so "disheveled," he even smiled. But soon, when he saw Wen Sheng rubbing his eyes with his head down, he realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Did the smoke get in your eyes?"

Zhuge Dasheng grabbed Wen Sheng's arm as he rubbed his left eye: "Stop rubbing it, or you'll hurt your eye."

Wen Sheng obediently stopped, then looked up and closed his left eye, saying, "Hmm, I was a little stung by the smell, I don't know if I got some dust in my eye."

By the light of the campfire, Attorney Zhuge could clearly see that the other person's left eye socket was a little red from being rubbed. Seeing that her eyelids were trembling slightly, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "Don't rub it, let me blow on it for you."

"it is good."

So the two adjusted their posture and sat facing each other. Zhuge Dasheng leaned forward slightly and looked down at Wen Sheng's face.

Anyone who has ever had dust in their eyes knows that if you use the old-fashioned method of "blowing it out," the person blowing the air must gently pry open the other person's eyelids with their hand.

Zhuge Dasheng held Wen Sheng's chin with one hand and slowly lifted Wen Sheng's left eye with the other, then gently blew on it from very close.

Just now, when the two were sitting together, only a few strands of hair were floating on Wen Sheng's face, but at this moment, Wen Sheng felt that his entire face was covered by the other person's loose hair, along with the fragrance of hair that filled his nose.

Their faces had never been so close before. Three centimeters? Two centimeters? Or less than a centimeter?

It was as if he only needed to pout his lips to kiss the other person.

Then Wen Sheng did just that; in the hair that Zhuge Dasheng had let fall, he tilted his head slightly and kissed the other's chin.

"..."

Lawyer Zhuge, who was gently blowing on her neck, stiffened. Goosebumps instantly appeared on her neck before she was gently kissed by the man beneath her.

She looked down at the other person's eyes, which she had still forced open, and the two of them stared at each other. It was as if all the questions they had discussed earlier had been answered at that moment.

There was no need for her to give a specific answer.

Attorney Zhuge remained motionless, allowing the other person's hand to slip inside her half-open down jacket and wrap around her waist.

The close-fitting cashmere sweater had excellent warmth retention, but precisely because it was so close to her body, she could clearly feel the man's two hands on her waist and their burning heat.

After kissing her neck and chin, Wen Sheng slowly sat up straight so he could kiss the woman's face more effectively.

In this slow, gentle, yet continuous kiss, their lips rubbed and intersected more than once, but they never actually kissed.

As Attorney Zhuge's breathing quickened, he opened his half-closed eyes again, then stepped back slightly and asked, "Your eyes..."

"It's alright," Wen Sheng blinked his left eye and replied softly.

He was fine to begin with; it was just a scumbag's scheme.

It is important to note that if dust gets into your eyes, the correct way to do it is to rinse them with saline solution or bottled purified water, rather than using folk remedies such as "blowing" on them, or even having someone lick them with their tongue, which is absolutely not recommended.

These folk methods are unscientific and dangerous old habits; unless there are ulterior motives, they should never be used.

Wen Sheng's actions were clearly malicious, and Lawyer Zhuge probably didn't realize it at first. She probably had to thank the dog man for using this excuse to deceive Dali during the day, which turned out to be a psychological suggestion for the night.

Of course, it's also possible that Attorney Zhuge simply doesn't want to expose it...

Upon hearing Wen Sheng's words, she closed her eyes, and her hands, which had been on Wen Sheng's face, were now resting on his shoulders.

Finally, after many tentative attempts and rubbing of their lips, they kissed.

Because of Wen Sheng's actions of adding firewood and providing ventilation, the campfire beside them burned brighter as it flickered, and the warm yellow light enveloped the two of them, making their intertwined shadows appear even longer.

It's true what they say, women change after they turn thirty, especially single mothers. Even a scumbag like Wen Sheng was caught off guard and left breathing heavily after being kissed by Lawyer Zhuge.

Only after their lips parted and a long silver thread broke did he see that the woman in front of him was panting heavily, and her bulging breasts inside her close-fitting sweater were heaving violently.

"Sister Sheng, you... slow down."

"..."

Zhuge Dasheng, her face flushed, glared at Wen Sheng. Just as she was about to say something after catching her breath, Wen Sheng tightened his grip on her waist, causing them to kiss again.

The zipper of the down jacket was unzipped, and the lawyer, who was sitting sideways on the cushion, was pulled into his arms and straightened up. From a distance, it looked like the lawyer was sitting in the dog man's arms and forcibly kissing him.

In the chilly, slightly eerie night in the mountains, the two people by the campfire grew increasingly warm, and even as the flames diminished, they couldn't stop the rising temperature around them.

The down jacket fell off, and Wen Sheng, while kissing and holding the half-closed-eyed lawyer Zhuge, slowly got up and prepared to walk towards his tent.

"Jingle Bell!"

A cell phone rang, its volume not loud, but it sounded rather jarring to both of them at that moment.

Lawyer Zhuge, who had been half-closing her eyes, instantly became much more alert. She released Wen Sheng's mouth, but did not rush to get down.

Seeing that Wen Sheng didn't put her down to answer the phone, she considerately took the phone out of Wen Sheng's pocket.

Upon seeing the caller ID, the temperature that had just risen instantly cooled down.

"Nolan's phone call."

(End of this chapter)