I almost touched the moon

Wen Song knew that she should let Cheng Che return to Switzerland immediately to prepare for the upcoming World Cup. However, this time, emotion overcame reason, and she was unwilling to disappoint him, nor to go against her truest thoughts.

In fact, she wanted to agree when he first asked her if she wanted to come to Munich to celebrate her birthday with her. However, considering his competition, she forced herself to refuse every time.

But he has already come downstairs, should I still refuse him?

She helped Cheng Che open the door, and instead of waiting at home, she stood at the elevator door.

When Cheng Che came out of the elevator in a black suit, her heart beat faster. He was holding a bouquet of white roses, his hair was slightly curly and parted in a Korean style, and the slim-cut suit made him look taller and more refined than before.

"It's a prince, it really is a prince."

No one really doesn't like romance, and Wen Song is the same. She didn't care about the surveillance cameras in the corridor, she walked up to him, hugged him, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

He wore a high-end suit, a pure black hand-embroidered tie, and a black agate pearl tie clip she gave him. She wore only a loose home dress, her hair was casually tied behind her head with a shark clip, she had no makeup, and she wore glasses. In comparison, she was too casual, while Cheng Che was a little too refined.

Cheng Che also hugged her, kissed her passionately, and whispered in her ear: "Can we go home first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched her waist and picked her up. Wen Song's legs were wrapped around Cheng Che's waist, and he carried her into the house and kissed her passionately against the door.

She didn't ask him why he came over suddenly. At this moment, she just wanted to enjoy the time together.

"Wait a minute, sister." Cheng Che put her down, "First, take a look at the gift I bought for you."

"We'll talk later." She kissed him again, "Ah Che, I missed you so much."

Cheng Che held her and sat on the sofa. Wen Song was particularly eager tonight. She sat astride his legs, reached out to unbutton his suit jacket, and fiddled with his tie. The hot air she exhaled lingered around his ears, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Why are you dressed so beautifully today?" Her voice was particularly charming.

"Didn't you say that I look good in a suit? How about it? Do you like it, baby?" Cheng Che passionately put his hand under the hem of her clothes and gently nibbled on her collarbone.

"like."

She showed a soft and affectionate smile, her charming eyes were full of autumn waves, and she took off Cheng Che's clothes. Her water lily-like fingers moved all the way down, from the collarbone to the abdominal muscles...

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?"

"Right here." She smiled lightly, her beautiful eyes moving, even her teardrop mole was tinged with charm.

"Bad woman." Cheng Che bit her earlobe mischievously.

Although he hadn't drunk any alcohol, he felt dizzy and his mind gradually became unclear. Wen Song only knew that he was in front of him and that he was surrounded by his unique aura. His fingertips were numb and could only be relieved by moving them on his skin. The moment he really grasped it, his heart even began to ache because of excessive satisfaction...

After a long time, the panting sounds in the room stopped. Under the warm yellow light, Wen Song's eyes and eyebrows appeared particularly gentle and affectionate.

Cheng Che couldn't help but kiss her again, hugged her and asked softly: "Do you still want to push me away now?"

"It's not that I didn't want you to come with me, I just wanted to delay your training." Wen Song also kissed him, "So why did you come here suddenly without saying a word?"

"How could you be happy if I didn't come?" Cheng Che asked back. When he got up from the sofa and wanted to put on his clothes, he found that his shirt and suit jacket were wrinkled.

"I just bought it." He looked at Wen Song pitifully, shook her arm and said, "What should I do?"

"I'll compensate you, no matter how many sets you have." She said, smiling foolishly as she lay on Cheng Che, and then stood up to get him a set of clothes: a white shirt, a navy blue knitted cardigan, and a pair of gray trousers.

Cheng Che looked at the brand new clothes and asked hesitantly, "Who did you originally want to give this to?"

"This is for you." Wen Song tapped his forehead. "I saw it when I passed by Thom before. I thought it was suitable for you, so I bought it."

Cheng Che immediately took it and put on the clothes with a smile, then lowered his head and asked her, "Does it look good?"

"Very nice." Wen Song moved closer to him and said softly, "But I think you look better in a suit, or without any clothes."

"Don't make trouble." Cheng Che kissed her cheek, "Let's celebrate your birthday first."

He glanced at his watch again, took a deep breath and said, "Eleven thirty-seven, 23 minutes left."

He opened the cake box, which was Wen Song's favorite chocolate mille-feuille. He took out a candle, lit it, looked at Wen Song and said, "Make a wish quickly."

At the same time, beside her, he sang Happy Birthday to her softly.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to my princess Iseylia. Happy birthday, I love you."

Wen Song made a wish, blew out the candles, looked at Cheng Che and said with emotion: "A Che, thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too." Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her. "Try it and see if the cake is delicious."

After saying that, he cut a piece of cake, scooped out a piece with a fork and fed it to her.

"Delicious." Wen Song's smile was sweeter than the cake.

She also scooped a piece of cake and fed it to him, saying, "Try it too, it's very delicious."

Cheng Che took a small bite and found it a little too sweet and didn't like it. However, he was afraid of disappointing her, so he ate the whole piece of cake.

"BB, what birthday wish did you make? Can you tell me?" he asked curiously.

"It's okay to say it. You can't pin your hopes on this kind of thing." Wen Song told him generously, "I hope I can apply for a doctorate at Oxford."

"That's it?" Cheng Che couldn't help but laugh. "What kind of wish is this? This is something my sister would have done anyway."

"But apart from this, I don't think I have anything else I want to do." Wen Song said silently, "So let's just take this as a birthday wish."

"Song Song, why do you like reading so much?" Cheng Che knew that she never wanted to be an astronomer or a physicist, nor did she really like research, but since she didn't like them, then what was the point of studying so hard?

"Because it's simple." Wen Song said calmly, "I hate getting along with people, so I can't go to work. It's impossible for me to be a loser at home, lying down every day and letting my mother support me for the rest of my life. That would be boring. I used to like traveling around the world, and I would travel every holiday. I went to many places, but I found that they were just so-so."

"Is studying easy?" Cheng Che couldn't help laughing. The three years he spent studying architecture at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich were simply the most stressful, busiest and tiring three years of his life.

"It's simple." Wen Song nodded. "I don't need to consider other people's ideas, I don't need to socialize, I just need to do my own thing well. If I encounter difficulties, I will slowly study them, and they will be solved with effort and time. So, I think it's very simple."

"But there are also group tasks when studying. Will that annoy you?"

"That's not bad." Wen Song smiled, "My groupmates are all very nice and won't waste my time and energy, except for a particularly stupid Korean exchange student."

Cheng Che understood her thoughts. He chose to be a ski athlete because he didn't like socializing and hated the intrigues and tricks in the business world. He only needed to train well and win medals. He didn't need anything else.

"What will you do after you graduate with your PhD?" Cheng Che asked again, "Postdoc? Or do something else?"

"I don't know either." Wen Song leaned on his shoulder and said, "I haven't thought about what to do after I graduate with my Ph.D. I'll decide after I apply for a PhD."

She thought for a while and said, "Maybe, I will go to teach at a university. Postdoctoral studies may be too complicated for me. I don't want to study celestial objects to such a deep level. I like the atmosphere of a university, and the interpersonal relationships are relatively simple, which is suitable for me."

"If you become a professor, I will feel a sense of crisis." Cheng Che said half-jokingly, "You are so beautiful and so outstanding, there will definitely be a lot of young and handsome students chasing you."

"How is that possible?" Wen Song laughed. "We also have a few handsome professors, but after the exams, I just want to stay as far away from them as possible. Each one is more cruel than the other. It's such a waste of my good looks."

Cheng Che laughed dumbly, kissed her cheek lightly, and said to her: "I believe that as long as you want to do something, you can do it well."