Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Shelter

Chen Luan could not smell the familiar pheromone smell surging in the air.

So, facing the figure that lunged toward him the moment it turned the corridor and approached the door, Chen Luan's first reaction was to raise his leg and kick the person over. Then, he twisted the person's arm and threw him down, pinning him to the ground with his knee. He shouted coldly, "Who?"

The person on the ground struggled to move, but before he could open his mouth, another figure approached from behind.

Chen Luan subconsciously turned around quickly and threw a punch.

"elder brother."

A familiar voice rang out in the dim space.

The fierce fist swept across the face of the person coming over and stopped three inches away from his eyes.

The young man leaned along Chen Luan's arm and snuggled into Chen Luan's arms.

Her fluffy hair rubbed against the side of Chen Luan's neck. Her arms gently held Chen Luan's body. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a complaint, but also like grievance: "Where have you been? I can't find you."

Chen Luan was stunned for a moment: "Jiang Xun?"

The person I just pushed to the ground was...

"Jiang Ling?!"

"Why are you here?"

Chen Luan patted Jiang Xun's back gently.

So Jiang Xun obediently let go of his hand.

Turning around and turning on the corridor light, Chen Luan looked at Jiang Ling lying on the ground in a twisted posture and wanted to laugh out loud, but considering Jiang Ling's temper that could easily explode, he quietly pursed his lips.

He leaned over and pulled Jiang Ling up, then went to open the door, suppressing his laughter. "Two little mice, you're not sleeping in the middle of the night, trying to steal my oil?"

Jiang Ling held her twisted, aching arm and gritted her teeth, "Chen Luan, if you push a little harder, I can sleep in the orthopedics department of the hospital tonight."

"Why are you home so late? You didn't reply to messages or answer calls. Where have you been?"

"Huh? Did you guys call?"

Chen Luan opened the door and looked at his phone.

It really does exist.

It’s just that there is no signal in the polluted area and it cannot be received.

After coming out, I watched for a long time the group of old stubborn people on the school committee arguing in the meeting. Some of them almost took off their shoes and threw them at each other. It was quite lively.

Chen Luan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and slept all the way from the plane to his doorstep. He only woke up a little when he got off the car and was blown by the evening breeze.

"Me? I'm going to be Ultraman and fight monsters."

Chen Luan turned on the lights in the house, leaned against the door with a curled lip, and let the two sleepless night owls in. His beautiful glass-gray eyes were half-closed leisurely, like a well-fed cat purring:

"I'm too busy saving the world to answer the phone."

"What the hell is Ultraman?"

Without waiting for Chen Luan to close the door, Jiang Ling pressed down on Chen Luan and hung on him.

With his chin buried in Chen Luan's shoulder, Jiang Ling took a deep breath, greedily breathing in the scent of Chen Luan, and hugged Chen Luan's waist like a large dog:

"Chen Luan, your fall really hurts me, you have to compensate me."

"You were squatting at my door in the middle of the night, trying to surprise me. I'm lucky I didn't call the police, and you're still asking for compensation? Get out of here, it's so hot."

Chen Luan pushed Jiang Ling's head away, and reached out to pry Jiang Ling's arms around him, but was caught off guard and Jiang Ling grabbed his wrist.

"Tsk, don't move."

"You didn't feel hot when Jiang Xun hugged you just now, but you feel hot when it comes to me?"

Jiang Ling tightened her grip on Chen Luan's wrist, holding him tighter in her arms. "I'm susceptible to infection. Hold me for a while."

The side of his hot forehead was pressed against the slightly cool side of Chen Luan's neck. The scent he breathed with was no longer so faint that it was almost imperceptible, but a real and full breath belonging to Chen Luan. This made Jiang Ling feel that the back of his neck, which had been tense and throbbing all the way here, relaxed a little.

Even without the comfort of pheromones, I could still feel waves of dryness coursing through my blood vessels and throughout my body, but the emptiness spreading from my chest seemed to be filled up a little at this moment.

It’s far from enough, but better than nothing.

Jiang Ling began to miss that kind of

Chen Luan has a unique scent, like the fragrance of grass and trees deep in the forest.

That smell was almost like a unique stabilizer for him and Jiang Xun. No matter how difficult the reaction during the susceptible period was, it would be soothed instantly.

It’s as if the soul has sunk into a soft and refreshing cloud, a quiet resting place.

Jiang Ling felt that she had almost developed a dependence on the intermittent smell on Chen Luan, and could even call it an addiction.

This addiction that seeps through the bones will become more and more intense with each susceptible period, until the hot flashes of those days are completely over.

Like now.

When he held Chen Luan in his arms and breathed on the back of Chen Luan's neck, the almost uncontrollable hot flashes and emptiness would engulf him.

He wanted to bite it hard.

I want to leave my mark on that clean skin and inject my scent into it, as if by doing so I can melt myself and my pheromones into Chen Luan's bones and blood.

"Ahead of schedule?"

Sure enough, Chen Luan no longer struggled to leave, but raised his hand and touched Jiang Ling's hot forehead with the back of his hand, which was considered cool to him.

What he got in return was Jiang Ling grabbing his fingers, and gently biting his wrist with her eyes downcast.

Getting heavier.

So much so that he could feel the other person's soft lips wandering on his skin, the hot and heavy breath brushing against his skin like feathers, and the slight stinging pain of the sharp canine teeth rubbing against his skin.

Chen Luan's heart skipped a beat.

He pulled his fingers back, pinched the back of Jiang Ling's neck, and forcefully tore the large dog off his body, narrowing his eyes: "Jiang Ling."

"Are you still awake?"

"Of course I—"

"He's not in good shape."

Jiang Ling was interrupted by Jiang Xun's light voice when she was halfway through her words.

"Emotional fluctuations can cause more intense adverse reactions during susceptible periods."

Jiang Xun grabbed Jiang Ling's shoulders and pulled him away a little. He quietly gave Jiang Ling a warning look before turning his gaze to Chen Luan: "He almost got into a fight with someone before coming out. He's not very emotional."

"Fight? With whom?" Chen Luan's attention was quickly drawn away, and he asked with some confusion.

It’s the middle of the night, it can’t be with Jiang Yongting, right?

Jiang Ling realized that he had gone too far. He took a deep breath, suppressed the heat surging in his neck, threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead: "Who else can I be with in the middle of the night? With the old man. Could it be Jiang Xun?"

That’s not true. To some extent, he actually fights with Jiang Xun every day.

——Use pheromones to fight.

Chen Luan: ...

It's hard to imagine how exciting the scene would be when the middle-aged man, whose suit is almost welded to his body, quarrels with his 18-year-old son.

So he crossed his arms and walked to the sofa with great interest, then leaned over with a curled lip corner, his eyes sparkling as if he was watching something interesting:

"A father-son game. Did you win?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there was no fight."

Jiang Ling turned over lazily, pulled the coat that Chen Luan had just taken off from the back of the chair and held it in her arms.

A familiar, comforting smell.

Jiang Ling exhaled lightly, feeling that the waves of emptiness and thirst that had risen on the way here were slowly being suppressed by this smell.

Alive.

"Oh." Chen Luan gave Jiang Ling a bored look: "So why?"

Jiang Ling pulled Chen Luan's coat over his head, and a muffled voice emerged from underneath the clothes: "When I came out to look for you, I ran into the old man coming back from a drinking party. He mentioned again that he wanted us to attend that stupid party."

At this point, Jiang Ling sneered again: "I say his brain was eaten by a dog or kicked by a donkey. If he wants to get married, he can do it himself. He can marry as many people as he wants. Don't use me as a tool for marriage."

"The old man was so angry that he wanted to hit me, so I pushed him to the ground."

"He said he'll never go back after leaving this house."

"So you two were kicked out?" Chen Luan clicked his tongue twice and pulled his clothes away from Jiang Ling's face. "Aren't you hot in the middle of summer with clothes covering your face?"

But Jiang Ling pulled him back: "How can you call it being kicked out? We call it running away from home."

"But I'm in a sensitive period. You clearly know that your smell will make me feel better."

Jiang Ling held on to the coat tightly, smirking at Chen Luan like a jerk: "Hold the coat or hold you, you choose."

"I'm your brother, not your wife."

Chen Luan sneered and pulled the clothes away: "I refuse to answer such a strange-sounding question of yours."

"You guys are here so late, don't you have school tomorrow? I have a day off tomorrow, but I want to sleep in and can't get up to take you to school."

"Need not."

Jiang Xun threw away Jiang Ling's legs that were spread out in all directions and sat down politely on the side of the sofa: "We have asked for leave, so we don't have to go tomorrow. It's just..."

He lowered his eyes, crossed his fingers awkwardly, pursed his lips, and said, "We have nowhere to go."

"elder brother."

He raised his clear light amber eyes, looked at Chen Luan, and said hesitantly: "Can you... take us in for one night?"

Even knowing that this room only had a small single bed, he took the initiative to suggest: "Jiang Ling and I can just sleep on the sofa for the night."

Chen Luan looked at the small sofa and felt that it was a bit cramped for his two younger brothers to squeeze in there. He suggested, "How about I open a hotel nearby for you? The sofa seems a bit small. I'm worried that you won't be able to sleep comfortably."

Then a bony hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Chen Luan lowered his head and met a pair of misty eyes.

Jiang Xun was tugging at the corner of his clothes, looking up at him: "But brother, I need you."

The boy's clear and bright eyes seemed free of any distracting thoughts as he stared into Chen Luan's, like a pitiful little animal with wet fur. "This time, the susceptible period has come earlier, and the discomfort is much more severe than normal."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, tentatively grasped Chen Luan's wrist, and said softly:

"It's going to be hard when you're not around."

Chen Luan couldn't stand seeing good kids acting like spoiled brats.

For example, now.

Faced with the boy's cautious expression, Chen Luan once again found that it seemed difficult for him to say no.

Even though he knew that if he refused, Jiang Xun would obey him.

But there must be a look of loss on that face.

Chen Luan couldn't bear it.

So he agreed.

"Well, if you insist."

Even in summer, one might catch a cold if blown by the cool breeze at night, not to mention that the two children are still in their susceptible period and would be more vulnerable. Chen Luan's original intention was to go downstairs to the 24-hour store to buy two thin blankets.

But Jiang Ling rejected him.

He picked up two shabby coats from the hanger and said, "It'll only last one night. This will do."

When I was a kid, I even slept on the streets, so sleeping on the sofa was nothing.

Jiang Xun also said that there was no need to bother.

Chen Luan had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

Anyway, if he really catches a cold, he won't be the one who feels uncomfortable.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first."

Chen Luan raised his hand and turned off the main light, leaving only a dim night light.

With a light "click", the door closed.

The light from the bathroom cast a blurry shadow on the frosted glass.

Something black, gray, and soft fell down, and a solid white, lustrous color was reflected.

Then there was the sound of splashing water and rising mist.

I can't see anything clearly.

Only the warm light coming through the glass door echoes the dim night light.

The pheromones in the air, which had finally calmed down a little, began to surge again.

Jiang Ling's complex voice came from the air:

“Sometimes I really want to crack open his head to see if it’s filled with steel and wood.”