Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

"It's been several months since we last met. Have you missed me?"

A soft female voice with obvious familiarity and intimacy came clearly from the door. The boy, who was huddled in the corner and was already restless and had no intention of reading the documents, was stunned when he heard the voice. He quickly put the folder in his hand upright on the table, covering half of his face, and looked towards the door curiously.

The moment he saw clearly who the person was, Song Guanwen, who had been frowning and looking impatient because of the incompetent student, immediately relaxed his brows, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the person in his arms.

"What..." The familiar scent of jasmine lingered at the tip of his nose. Song Guanwen couldn't help but bury his head in the crook of Lin Xi's shoulder, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say there were still a few days?"

The warm breath brushed against the side of her neck. Lin Xi couldn't help but shrink her neck and pressed her face closer to his chest, as if to hide the slightly hot tips of her ears.

"I didn't spend your birthday with you last year, so I can't miss it this year." Her voice was soft, a little tired from the journey, yet soft as if soaked in honey. "It's just that I was in such a hurry to catch the plane that I didn't have time to buy you a cake."

"No cake." Song Guanwen hugged her tighter, tilted his head and gently rubbed her neck, his nose touching her warm skin. His voice was low, revealing a hint of obvious grievance, "Wife, I miss you so much."

"I missed you, too." Warm lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, and Lin Xi's earlobe immediately turned a blush. She tilted her head slightly and met Song Guanwen's gaze. "I rushed back as soon as the project was over. I haven't even put the suitcase away yet."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and put the peach branch she brought into Song Guanwen's palm, then reached out to hold his face, and gently rubbed his cheekbones with her thumb twice. But after a few seconds, she frowned.

"Why are you thinner?" Lin Xi stretched out her fingertips and pressed the faint shadows under his eyes. "Did you not eat well again?"

Song Guanwen's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't avoid her hand. He just lowered his eyelids and hummed softly, his Adam's apple rolling uncontrollably twice. "I have no appetite when you're not here."

"Pfft!" Lin Xi laughed out loud at his matter-of-fact tone. She couldn't help but pinch the flesh on his cheek and said with a bit of amusement, "I'm not a stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting pill. How can I improve your appetite?"

His tone was too matter-of-fact, even with a hint of righteous grievance. Lin Xi couldn't help but be stunned, and then she burst out laughing.

She bent her knuckles and retaliated by pinching the little soft flesh on his cheek. "I'm not a stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting pill. How can I improve your appetite?"

"Yeah." Song Guanwen responded softly. Not only did he not hide, but he tilted his head slightly, like a big cat whose fur was stroked, and rubbed it gently against Lin Xi's palm, and even pecked the inside of her wrist quickly.

"You!" Lin Xi was completely annoyed by his obedient appearance. She gently pinched the tip of his nose with her fingertips, then stepped out of his arms, took his hand and interlocked their fingers.

"Okay, I remember you don't have classes this afternoon, right?" She shook their clasped hands, a smile in her eyes, "Shall we go home and celebrate your birthday?"

"Okay." Song Guanwen nodded and handed the peach branch back to her. His other hand naturally pulled her suitcase over and he led her out, his steps so brisk that they almost brought up a gust of wind.

In the office, the boy who was forced to witness the entire "large-scale dog-food-showing scene" froze in place, his mouth slightly open, like a goose struck by lightning.

What had he just seen? Was that man, like a clingy dog, who was coaxed into submission by his wife with just a few words, and even... even acted like a spoiled child, really the usually stern and unsmiling "white-collar worker at the School of Political Science and Economics," Professor Song?

Um? Um!

The huge cognitive shock made him forget to react for a moment, until the office door was closed with a "bang" and the footsteps of two people outside the door gradually faded away, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Wait, wait—" He jumped up from his chair with a start, frantically grabbing the edge of the table, staring at the closed door, his voice so weak that it seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Professor Song... Professor... I'm still here..."

In the empty office, he was the only one standing there, still holding those thick documents in his hands.

It seems, as if, I must have been left behind!

The boy, realizing that he was being left behind, swallowed hard, a fierce struggle in his mind.

Chasing after him now? Interrupting the sweet moment of their long-awaited reunion? Professor Song would probably glare at him to death...

Or should he pretend he didn't see anything and quietly finish the outline? But what if he didn't finish it well and Professor Song thought he was lazy...

Just as he was scratching his head and was in a dilemma, the office door was suddenly pushed open with a creaky sound.

Song Guanwen leaned half of his body in from outside the door, his eyes as sharp as a knife, accurately locking onto the boy who was huddled in the corner, wishing he could curl himself into a ball.

His expression had returned to its usual serious and stern form, but there was still a suspicious blush at the base of his ears.

"Finish the outline according to my previous revision suggestions." His tone was cold and hard. He paused, and then seemed to remember something. His Adam's apple rolled and his ears became even redder.

"Come to my office tomorrow... ahem, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow." After saying that, he quickly withdrew his body and the door was closed again with a "click".

The footsteps faded away quickly. The boy vaguely heard the teacher's wife's smiling voice floating in, "What's the matter? Did you leave something behind?"

"No, I forgot to turn off the light."

The two people's voices gradually faded away, and the boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair, wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his face, looked down at the documents in his hand, and swallowed.

Fortunately, I have my master’s wife.

"What do you want to eat? Let's go... um!"

Back in the car, Lin Xi pulled off the crooked silk scarf from her neck and threw it casually into the back seat. She stretched her shoulders and neck, turned around and was about to ask Song Guanwen what he wanted to eat, but before she could finish her words, her vision suddenly darkened.

What invaded her senses before the warm touch on her lips was Song Guanwen's rapid and hot breathing. The breath was scalding, as if carrying a long-suppressed desire, pressing towards her like an overwhelming force.

The moment their lips touched, Song Guanwen's tongue couldn't wait to pry open her teeth, and rushed in almost eagerly, sweeping through every inch of her mouth like conquering a city.

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

Lin Xi was caught off guard and only had time to grab the front of his shirt. She let out a short whimper and he grabbed the back of her head, taking all her breath away.