Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Come Up and Sleep

Chen Luan stayed in the shower room, completely oblivious to the chaotic pheromones outside that were raging like a raging sea.

The warm water meandered over his tough but not strong body, and the rising steam gave it a lustrous color that exuded healthy blood, like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

After several years of dedicated training and adjustments, Chen Luan's health is no longer the same as when he first arrived, with all the minor ailments.

His body was covered with a layer of beautiful muscles that were more flexible and powerful, but not knotted or lumpy. When he bent his body and his muscles slightly tightened, he looked like an elegant and healthy cheetah.

The tiny bite mark on the wrist looked even redder due to the heat. Chen Luan turned his hand over and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the red mark.

My mind uncontrollably recalled the soft touch on the outside of my wrist and the hot breath on my skin.

A strange feeling gradually arose in Chen Luan's heart.

He frowned.

Is Jiang Ling...

Then he quickly shook his head, thinking that he was worrying too much.

What are you thinking about?

How is that possible?

He is their brother.

It's probably just because they're more dependent on their own scent when they're susceptible. It's always been like this. They become more clingy when they're susceptible.

As for biting people, Jiang Ling liked to bite people when she was young.

Like some kind of large dog.

Thinking of how Jiang Ling started to bite people in his arms when they just separated, Chen Luan curled the corners of his lips and shook his head.

Shaking off the unrealistic speculations in his mind, Chen Luan simply took a shower, wiped his wet hair, wrapped himself in a bath towel and prepared to go out.

Just as he was about to open the door, he paused.

After thinking about it, I went back and put on a pair of clean shorts.

Since he is a beta who cannot sense pheromones and does not have a susceptible period or a fever period, his daily life is no different from before, so Chen Luan always ignores the fact that there is a second gender in this era.

If his younger brothers hadn't reminded him today that they were susceptible to infection, he might have just left like that.

Aren’t they all men?

Besides the multiple susceptible periods, what's the difference...

The centenarian Chen Luan still hasn't figured it out.

At this time, they must have fallen asleep, right?

Chen Luan walked out cautiously, lightening his steps.

He won't know.

When he pushed open the door of the bathroom, the moist steam with a strong smell of staleness gradually filled the space.

The pheromones that were already floating in the air suddenly became raging and boiling.

Countless needle-like burning bubbles rose from deep within the blood vessels. The hot flashes that spread from the back of the neck to the whole body shrank into a hollow feeling in the chest cavity. The heartbeat became faster and heavier, so much so that layers of phantoms began to appear in front of the eyes following the heavy hammer of the heartbeat, and even the eardrums began to vibrate with a dull sound.

The maddeningly tempting smell aroused the possessive desire that surged up from the bottom of my heart, and every nerve in my body was screaming for the desire to hug him and possess him.

But Chen Luan was completely unaware.

He just wiped his hair which was still dripping with water. Crystal clear water droplets fell from the ends of his hair, landing on his collarbone and chest, and then slid down along the bulging texture and grooves of his chest like a snake, winding through one beautifully shaped muscle after another, and sinking into the faint grooves on the edge of the bath towel that could not be seen.

His gray eyes, misted by the steam, were like glass soaked in a spring, radiating a warm glow as he looked at the figure on the sofa.

"Huh? I thought you were already asleep."

"Where's Jiang Ling? Why are you alone?"

"Jiang Ling, go downstairs and buy something. I can't sleep."

Jiang Xun shook his head and stood up, walked to Chen Luan and looked down at him. His light amber pupils gradually burned into a hot gold under the dim light.

He raised his hand naturally and took the dry towel from Chen Luan's hand, gently wiping Chen Luan's hair as he had done countless times before.

But at that time he was not as tall as Chen Luan. Chen Luan was sitting while he was standing.

Now he could see the vortex on top of Chen Luanfa.

The corner of the fallen towel covered Chen Luan's eyes, obstructing his vision and making it increasingly darker.

From this angle, he could only see a corner of Jiang Xun's beautifully shaped jawline, and below that was the rolling Adam's apple and beautiful collarbone.

He waved his hand and tried to stop Jiang Xun.

"No need. Go and rest. You're not feeling well anyway—"

The end of his words was stopped by the sudden and slightly hot touch on his jaw and lips.

It was Jiang Xun's finger.

She was pinching his jaw, and the tip of her thumb fell on his lower lip, stroking it gently.

A warm breath came over me.

Chen Luan subconsciously held his breath and almost froze in place.

But before I had time to think about it, the next second, the temperature was gone.

The towel covering his eyes was pulled aside, and Chen Luan's gaze met a pair of gentle eyes.

Those eyes looked at him, seeming a little helpless: "Didn't you drink the water properly, brother?"

He spread out his fingers, and there was a translucent white spot on the tip of his thumb: "My mouth is all chapped."

“…Is that so?”

Chen Luan blinked and laughed at his inexplicable stiffness just now: "I was a little busy and didn't have time to drink water."

"Dongdong,"

There was an unexpected knock on the door in the quiet room.

Jiang Xun's pheromones fluctuated like a wave for a moment, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

As Jiang Ling entered the room carrying bags of things, her eyes were immediately met with a lustrous color tinged with moist water vapor.

The huge visual impact caused his pheromones to boil instantly, and the burning heat spreading from the back of his neck even made him dizzy for a few seconds.

The area behind her ears quickly turned a deep red.

He immediately slammed the door shut, pulled a T-shirt from the hanger next to him, and covered Chen Luan, who came to open the door for him, with it, gritting his teeth:

"You're going to open the door for me dressed like this?"

And he's been alone in a room with Jiang Xun for such a long time!

"It's so hot, and I just took a shower and am about to go to bed. What do you want me to wear? A sweater and cotton pants or a suit and dress?"

Chen Luan put on his T-shirt and then noticed Jiang Ling's averted gaze. He leaned against the closet door, crossed his arms, and smiled: "Are you a little girl? How can you be shy about this? We're all men, what do I have that you don't have?"

"but--"

Chen Luan looked down at what Jiang Ling was holding, bent down, and reached out to touch it like a curious cat: "What did you buy in the middle of the night?"

A box of inhibitor patches,

Two sets of towels and toothbrushes,

Two pairs of slippers.

Chen Luan picked up another heavy bag: "...a small rice cooker, tableware, and a portable set of oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar?"

"What are you buying these for?"

Jiang Ling took the bag from Chen Luan's hand and put it into the empty kitchen, which didn't even have any cooking utensils. She turned back and looked at Chen Luan's eyes, which were still tired even after taking a shower. "Have you been living on instant noodles and compressed biscuits these past few days? The trash can is full of packaging bags."

"You're not planning to secretly kill yourself while we're away, are you?"

"I'm just staying for a few days. I'll move out when I find a place to stay. I'll just stay for two days. I won't be able to survive."

Chen Luan ruffled Jiang Ling's hair until it stuck in all directions. "But you. You knew to buy a towel and a toothbrush, but didn't you bring two blankets?"

"I don't want it."

Jiang Ling held Chen Luan's wrist, ignoring the pheromones that Jiang Xun was increasingly unable to suppress as he rushed towards him. He leaned over and smiled at Chen Luan: "I just like covering you with clothes. Why don't you let me sleep in the bed with you, and I can cover myself with your quilt."

"I think you're confused because of the fever during your sensitive period. You're just talking about whatever comes to your mind in your dream. Aren't you afraid of squeezing the single bed to pieces?"

Chen Luan pulled his hand out and kicked Jiang Ling on the butt: "Put your suppression patch on and go to sleep obediently."

Jiang Ling was kicked, but the smile on his face didn't fade. He came over in a scoundrel-like manner: "Then hug me again."

Then, regardless of whether Chen Luan agreed or not, he reached out and pressed Chen Luan into his arms, buried his head in Chen Luan's shoulder and took a deep breath, and quickly let go before Chen Luan raised his hand to hit him: "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Bang--"

The bathroom door closed.

Less than half a minute after it closed, the door opened again.

Jiang Ling, who had stripped down to his shorts, peeked out through the frosted glass door and looked at Chen Luan with his light amber eyes like a stuffed animal: "I forgot to bring a towel, can you get it for me?"

But before Chen Luan could say anything, Jiang Xun took over the conversation: "I'll get it for you. Let brother rest early."

The twins' eyes met again, and two streams of pheromones burst out in the air, sparking sparks again.

Jiang Ling narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he bit out three words from between his teeth: "That's fine."

It’s okay, it’s okay.

It's normal to have those few moments every day when you want to strangle your twin brother.

Ha ha.

Chen Luan lay on the small bed, holding the thin quilt that he had rolled up in his arms, listening to the twins' deliberately lowered voices, and slowly felt sleepy.

He didn't even know when his two younger brothers finished their bath or fell asleep.

In short, when he was awakened by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, the big, round moon was already hanging high in the window outside.

Chen Luan half opened his eyes in a daze.

"……Um?"

There was a figure on the sofa, rubbing his head and getting up from the ground.

Who fell down?

But he was too sleepy. He only heard a vague "It's okay, brother, just continue sleeping" before sleepiness overwhelmed him again.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a few minutes had passed.

Chen Luan woke up again.

The voice that echoed from the ground whispered with a guilty look on its face: "I'm sorry, brother. Did I wake you up again?"

"...Or I can just spread something out and sleep on the floor."

It sounds pathetic.

“…”

Chen Luan sighed slowly and moved to the corner, freeing up half of the bed, which was narrow but much more comfortable than the sofa. "Come up and sleep."

There were soft footsteps in the room.

Then the mattress next to him sank a little.

There was a body radiating heat pressing against me from behind.

But I didn't touch it randomly.

Jiang Xun leaned politely behind Chen Luan, his forehead against the back of his neck, his arms crossed and folded neatly across his chest.

"Good night, brother."

The air conditioner was turned on high, but it didn't feel hot.

Chen Luan fell asleep again.

The breathing gradually became long and deep.

The air became unusually active and chaotic due to the susceptible period, and pheromones quietly filled the air.

Jiang Xun's hands carefully and gently wrapped around Chen Luan's waist.

Under the silvery moonlight, he could see the red mole on the side of Chen Luan's neck swaying right under his eyelids, rising and falling gently with Chen Luan's deep breathing.

Just below the back of the neck is a complex network of glands.

There's no smell there now.

Only the fresh soap scent remains.

It is easy to remind people of Chen Luan’s clear and clean eyes.

With gentleness, with laziness, with...

Indulgence.

Jiang Xun used a little force in his arms to hold Chen Luan with enough strength not to wake him up.

The anxiety in my chest caused by separation is slowly disappearing.

The effects of the susceptible period were still there, and he still felt a throbbing pain just below the back of his neck, and every blood vessel was clamoring.

But Jiang Xun just hugged Chen Luan quietly, his eyes slightly moving upwards to fall on Chen Luan's profile swaying in the moonlight.

Kiss him softly, softly,

It shouldn't wake him up, right?