Chapter 34 He's Not Home

From the first differentiation of the twins at the age of 16 to every susceptible period between the ages of 18, Chen Luan has never missed a moment.

He has always been a good brother.

Therefore, when they first tried to get through a susceptible period without Chen Luan, both Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling felt extremely uncomfortable.

Director Jiang went to attend the dinner again.

Even though he had known for a long time that the two children's pheromone levels were too high and would cause physical discomfort during the susceptible period, he did not pay too much attention to it.

It's just a susceptible period, isn't it just a matter of taking an extra injection of inhibitor?

At worst, just hold on. Alpha isn't that fragile that it can't even get through its own susceptible period.

At this time, Jiang Ling was curled up on the sofa, holding the rabbit doll she had brought back from Chen Luan's room.

Inhibitors could no longer completely suppress the restlessness and hot flashes during the susceptible period. Disordered pheromones raced uncontrollably in the space, the heartbeat gradually became faster, and a hollow thirst spread in the chest.

Jiang Ling hugged the doll tightly in her arms, as if the clean and warm scent of Chen Luan was still lingering on it.

The air seemed to have turned into solidified amber, enveloping him heavily.

At this moment, the young alpha is like a trapped beast with nowhere to go.

He began to miss Chen Luan uncontrollably.

I miss his gray eyes that always have a lazy smile, I miss his long, bony fingers, and I miss the smell of him.

think,

See him.

I want to hug him right now.

In the past, Chen Luan was always very easy to talk to during his susceptible period.

Even if she says things like "you little brat who never grows up" or "you little biting bastard", she will still let him stay in her arms.

It was obvious that as long as Chen Luan thought about it, he could easily knock him out.

He had never felt how difficult the susceptible period was before.

Chen Luan will stay with them until the most unbearable hot flashes are over.

But at this moment he suddenly felt that time seemed to slow down very much, so slowly that he could almost hear the sound of dust flying in the quiet air, burning with the anxiety that penetrated from the back of his neck to the depths of his soul and then overflowed in reverse.

The senses seemed to be amplified countless times. The chirping of insects in the lawn outside the house, the light footsteps of the servants downstairs, and even the muffled sound of my own irregular heartbeat pumping blood, all became a disturbing noise, and even my nerve endings were emitting torturous hissing.

not enough……

The faint smell in my arms, which was almost disappearing, was not enough.

Jiang Ling struggled to get up, feeling dizzy and hearing a sharp low hum in his ears.

He opened the door and walked towards Chen Luan's original room.

There was no more clutter in the room.

But the smell he left behind must still be there.

Jiang Ling pushed open the half-open door.

There were no lights on in the room.

The pale moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and dust particles danced in the light.

Clearly, before this, they were lying in that position together, snuggling and chatting.

The anxiety and burning sensation that spread from below the cervical vertebrae to the entire body did not stop, but instead surged more wildly in the dark environment, as if tiny sparks were crackling in the blood vessels.

There was still a lingering smell of chaos in the air.

It was the wind that carried the smell of morning mist after passing through mountains, rivers, and forests.

Jiang Ling uncontrollably chased after the gust of wind he had caught.

So much so that he ignored the other smell in the air.

——The smell of his twin brother.

He just wanted to find a dark, small, and messy place.

There he could be enveloped by the stale and messy smell.

Like being in a chaotic embrace.

The thirst that seeped out from the cracks in his bones kept urging him on, urging him on, until his body began to produce waves of coldness that were difficult to suppress.

He felt as if he were trembling slightly.

Jiang Ling shook his head, which was becoming increasingly dizzy.

He walked towards the messy closet.

The moment he opened the wardrobe, Jiang Ling's gaze froze.

The dim and cramped space had long been occupied by a figure that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

The tall young man huddled in the corner, hugging his knees, holding something tightly in his hands, and heavy and rapid breathing could be heard in the air.

Then the boy raised his head, revealing a face that looked exactly like his own.

"Jiang Xun."

Jiang Ling squeezed out two words with a hoarse throat.

At this moment, time seemed to solidify into a sticky substance. Jiang Ling could hear the muffled sound of his heart beating with every turn of the second hand.

Then he shook his head, slid down slowly against the cabinet door, and raised the corners of his lips to reveal an expression that seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be mocking himself.

"I should have thought of that earlier."

"After all, we are brothers from the same mother."

The air fell into a suffocating silence.

Jiang Ling hugged the rabbit doll tightly in her arms, buried her face in the rabbit's soft belly, and took a deep breath.

He made a muffled sound: "Jiang Xun."

"Let's go find him."

"I feel—"

"I'm going crazy."

"He's not in now."

Jiang Xun's calm voice suddenly rang out.

After a pause of one second, he repeated, "He's not home."

Jiang Xun raised his eyes, his light amber pupils were dyed with a color that was almost dark gold, and there was an undercurrent of emotions surging in them.

He lowered his eyes to look at his twin brother who was curled up against the cabinet door like an abandoned puppy.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't see me here."

The mobile phone screen thrown at the bottom of the cabinet emitted a faint light.

Messages sent to Chen Luan went unanswered.

The outgoing calls were not connected.

Jiang Ling then discovered that what Jiang Xun was holding tightly in his hand was an orange-yellow fluffy ball.

Tuanzi showed a very aggrieved expression.

"You still have this thing."

Jiang Ling laughed: "I thought you had thrown it away a long time ago."

After all, Jiang Xun's expression at that time was so complicated that he looked like a cat enduring humiliation.

"But why are you so sure he's not here?"

Jiang Ling reacted belatedly and squinted at his twin brother:

"Just because he doesn't reply to messages or answer calls, there's no way to be sure whether he's home, right?"

Jiang Xun lowered his eyes, holding the dough in his hand that had long been deflated and could no longer make any sound, and did not answer his brother's question.

The next second, Jiang Ling's firm voice was heard in the air:

"What did you put in the watch you gave him?"

"A locator, huh?"

Jiang Xun's gaze just fell quietly on the dumpling in his hand, without saying a word.

But silence gave the answer.

"Jiang Xun."

Jiang Ling leaned over and stared into her twin brother's eyes, which were exactly like her own: "You were the one who reminded me not to piss him off before."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if he found out?"

Jiang Xun looked at Jiang Ling and moved his dry lips.

Then he moved away and fell on the shadow cast by the moonlight coming through the window, and his fingers tightened slightly.

After a while, he spoke:

"I won't let him find out."

"You better be."

Jiang Ling snorted and turned around, hugging the doll in her arms, leaning against the wardrobe, closing her eyes, and slowly curling up on the carpet.

Like a stuffed animal abandoned here.

In the dark and lonely space, only the two pheromones that were colliding in an increasingly chaotic manner were stirring restlessly.

Jiang Xun leaned against the wall of the wardrobe, holding the plush ball in his hand, his aggrieved expression distorted.

Consciousness gradually floated on the edge of clarity and confusion.

Jiang Xun found that he missed Chen Luan more than ever before, so much so that the longing gradually materialized into a desire burning beneath his skin, and even the cracks in his bones were clamoring to find Chen Luan.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and the monster in his palm spread out again.

It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not the fluffy ball, but Chen Luan's thin wrist.

He could almost imagine the pulse beating violently beneath his fingertips.

That kind of leaping again and again is probably like a bird struggling in the palm of your hand, right?

But he wasn't there.

He didn't know where he went.

The signal disappeared after a while after it left the scope of Qiwei City.

There are large areas of uninhabited areas over there.

It is also a restricted area controlled by the military.

That was a place he couldn't reach.

The feeling of losing control turned into a black tide that flooded over him, pushing the already unstable pheromones to an even more boiling point.

The emptiness spreading in his chest kept clamoring to trap him.

Trapped Chen Luan.

He wanted to drag him back to a den where there were only the two of them.

He can only stay here.

He could only look at himself.

Then he would mark him,

Possess him,

plunder him,

Ask him endlessly.

What kind of emotions would be in Chen Luan’s beautiful eyes, which were always calm and lazy at that time?

Are you shocked?

Or fear,

Even... disgust?

The eighteen-year-old boy shuddered, as if a gust of cold wind blew through him.

The fingers that were trembling from holding the furry ball so tightly finally relaxed a little.

Jiang Xun sighed and slowly buried his head in his arms.

He can't,

He can't do that.

He found that he could not accept the appearance of such emotions in those gentle eyes that always indulged him.

...will break.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

The plush ball in his hand finally fell down.

The silent room was gradually submerged in the thicker darkness.

Until a certain moment.

The cell phone that was thrown at the bottom of the cabinet suddenly made a soft "beep" sound.

The twins, who had almost solidified into two statues, raised their heads at the same time as if awakened.

An invisible storm gradually rose in the air.

at the same time.

Whether Chen Luan would be promoted or not was finally settled in a long remote meeting.

He will have a brand new offer letter by next week.

At this time, he had already boarded the return flight and finally returned to his residence in the early hours of the morning.

The corridor was dark, with only the green emergency light flashing a bluish glow.

Before he even turned around the corridor, Chen Luan frowned slightly.

There is someone at the door.