Chapter 42 Chapter 42 You Can't Hate Me

The movie is actually not as good as Chen Luan imagined, the trailer is the whole story.

The best bits are all in the trailer, and there aren't any surprises beyond expectations.

But it was really comfortable to curl up on the sofa and eat snacks and drink cold drinks on a rainy day, so no one wanted to watch anything else and just left it there as background music.

Chen Luan sank completely into the soft back of the sofa, holding a half-opened bag of potato chips in his arms and a small half-cup of sparkling water in his hand, the ice in it had melted almost to the point of being invisible.

The flickering light on the screen flowed across his delicate profile, and his beautiful glass-gray eyes were lazily half-closed, as if he was a little drowsy.

Jiang Ling rubbed against Chen Luan's left shoulder, and her head began to doze off uncontrollably.

The fried chicken had been eaten long ago, and the pineapple beer in the glass had been drunk clean.

When Jiang Ling once again turned his head into a heavy hammer and slammed it on Chen Luan's shoulder, Chen Luan finally raised his hand to support his chin. Looking at Jiang Ling's already misty eyes, he couldn't help but imagine some large dogs that were so sleepy that they were twisted and still had to accompany humans to endure it.

He pinched his jaw and shook it with amusement: "Alright, if you can't stand it any longer, go to sleep."

"Um--"

Jiang Ling rubbed Chen Luan's palm, raised her arm to hug Chen Luan's shoulders, and buried her head in Chen Luan's arms: "Where do you want to sleep? Can I sleep in your room?"

"You wish." Chen Luan rubbed Jiang Ling's hair, which felt so good to the touch. "It's not my susceptible period yet. I don't want to share a bed with someone like you who sleeps like a husky. Do you want to count how many times you almost strangled me? If I wasn't so lucky, you would have been killed long ago."

He pinched the back of Jiang Ling's neck and lifted the latter's heavy head, leaning back on the sofa with a lazy smile on his lips: "Either discuss with Jiang Xun who will sleep on the sofa and who will sleep in the guest room, or you two can squeeze into the guest room together. After all, you have lived in the same room for so many years since you were young."

Jiang Ling subconsciously glanced at Jiang Xun who was leaning on Chen Luan's right shoulder.

The twins, who were born from the same mother, looked at each other and frowned unbearably as they imagined the scene of them sleeping alone in a bed.

"impossible."

"I don't want it."

"Then you guys discuss it among yourselves." Chen Luan spread his hands.

He looked at the twins, who seemed reluctant to give in. "How about you two play rock-paper-scissors?"

Jiang Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Xun for two seconds, and suddenly thought of Jiang Xun's unstable pheromone fluctuations before.

He slowly leaned back on the sofa, looked into Jiang Xun's eyes, which were as calm as a deep lake, and spoke slowly:

"No, I'm sleeping on the sofa today."

The chaise longue that could be used for sleeping was facing Chen Luan's bedroom door, so he had to keep an eye on Chen Luan.

"Huh? You're actually being humble."

Chen Luan looked at Jiang Ling in surprise: "I thought fighting and competing was your style."

“The guest room is too small and stuffy, the living room is more airy.”

Jiang Ling forced herself to get up and brush her teeth. She picked up a pillow from the corner of the sofa and hugged it. She then went to the guest room and dragged out a thin blanket. She found a comfortable position in the chaise longue and lay down. "When are you going to rest?"

Chen Luan glanced at the movie progress bar, drank the remaining soda at the bottom of the cup, squinted his eyes and yawned.

His grey eyes were watery, looking misty, and his voice was languid and sticky: "One more thing, I'll finish reading it."

"Then I'll sleep after you do."

Jiang Ling took out his cell phone and rubbed his increasingly sore eyes while leaning on the pillow to play a game, but he gradually couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes became more and more heavy.

The living room fell silent again.

By the time the movie's ending theme song started playing automatically, Jiang Ling had already fallen asleep with his phone on his head.

Chen Luan also fell into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and didn't even know when he fell into Jiang Xun's arms.

"Want to take a break?"

Jiang Xun's voice came from above his head.

Chen Luan's head was a mess.

He yawned and nodded, wiped the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes, and climbed up with the help of Jiang Xun's chest, almost tripping over the sofa leg under his feet.

A pair of hands reached out from behind and caught Chen Luan in time, making it almost look like Chen Luan was leaning in the other person's arms.

It’s strange, why am I so sleepy today?

Feeling dizzy after eating too much carbohydrates?

Chen Luan shook his head and patted the arm that was around his waist.

The hands obediently let go.

He took the phone that Jiang Ling was holding on his face and placed it next to his pillow, then pulled up the blanket that he had kicked. Chen Luan walked to the bathroom with some unsteady steps, brushed his teeth hastily, said a vague "good night" to Jiang Xun in a daze, and threw himself into the soft quilt.

The TV in the living room was turned off, and the entire space was plunged into darkness.

The rain outside was falling non-stop. The raindrops hit the glass in a disorderly manner as if trying to break in, and then slid down in vain, leaving behind winding water marks.

Damp rain air seeped in through the gaps in the half-open windows for ventilation.

A grayish-white light flashed, illuminating the room for a moment, followed by a loud explosion.

Chen Luan, who was sleeping, seemed to be startled by the sound and frowned slightly in uneasiness.

The next second, a bony hand gently closed the window.

With a soft "click", the noisy sounds of rain and thunder outside were shut out of the window, leaving only the filtered and fuzzy reverberation.

The quiet room made Chen Luan's frown slowly relax.

He hugged the quilt tightly in his arms and turned over, his breathing becoming long again.

The bed beside him collapsed, and a figure sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and gently clasped his wrist.

The sleeping Chen Luan was as quiet as a cat, even his breathing was soft.

The sharp and delicate eyebrows and eyes when awake were softened by the dim light, presenting a warm texture like jade.

The crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped quietly, casting two small shadows below, trembling slightly with the rise and fall of breathing.

The watch and necklace were placed on the low table beside the bed, and Chen Luan's wrist was empty at this time.

Jiang Xun's fingertips rubbed the protruding joints on the outside of the wrist, and finally pressed on the inside of the wrist, tightening slightly.

Almost with a bit of piety, Jiang Xun lowered his head and carefully placed his lips there.

Beneath that small piece of soft skin was Chen Luan's steady pulse.

He gently closed his eyes, feeling the undercurrent surging under his lips, and had the illusion that he was kissing Chen Luan's heartbeat.

Pheromones mixed with the scent of agarwood and vetiver gradually spread, and the faint spicy smell of agave in the air became stronger and stronger and began to take the upper hand.

The fingers holding Chen Luan's wrist gradually moved up, slowly and firmly buckling into Chen Luan's fingers, until their ten fingers were intertwined and their palms were touching.

It felt like a dove was trapped between my ribs, fluttering and bumping into the thicket.

Even my heartbeat seemed to be hanging in my throat.

Jiang Xun's lips finally moved away from that wrist.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Luan's sleeping face almost greedily.

The lips, which appeared pale in color in the dim light, were unconsciously slightly opened, and the soft tip of the tongue was faintly visible.

Looks defenseless.

Jiang Xun clasped his hand and pressed it on the pillow, then leaned over. The surging emotions drowned his eyes in a dark gold.

He couldn't help but imagine that Chen Luan might get married and start a family in the future.

He will accept someone's love one day.

He would bring her to him, look at him with those beautiful grey eyes, and ask him to meet his new family member.

He would hold her hand, hug her, and then kiss her in a suit and wedding dress under the bright sky.

He will fall in love with someone else one day.

But that person won't be me.

Black thorns began to spread from his palms that were tightly clasped around Chen Luan.

It's raining heavily outside the window.

Wet emotions are like plants growing wildly in the rainforest, which cannot be controlled, stopped, or modified or concealed.

Can't.

Not accepted.

Not allowed.

Now Chen Luan was sleeping quietly under his protection, breathing steadily and long.

He won't wake up.

He wouldn't refuse either.

He will know nothing.

The dark tide drowned the emotions in his eyes, covering the only remaining complexity and hesitation.

mine.

It can only be mine.

The slightly cool fingers finally touched Chen Luan's chin buried in the quilt, and then pinched the latter's chin and gently lifted it up.

The fingertips rolled over Chen Luan's soft lips, getting heavier and heavier.

The young alpha boy who was silent in the darkness had his Adam's apple rolling, and finally closed his eyes, and covered her with a resolute piety.

The moment it came into contact with those two warm and soft pieces, the pheromones surging in the air almost froze.

Jiang Xun held Chen Luan's warm breath in his mouth, and felt that all his senses were deprived at that moment. The sound of thunder and rain outside the window, the touch on his fingertips, and even his own breathing, all stopped.

The only thing roaring in my ears was the sound of my own heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster, madly and noisily, breaking through the thickets of thorns swirling in my chest.

Those black thorns spread to the limbs and bones along with the blood pumped by the heart. The thorny roots grew wildly along the blood vessels in the body, emitting a fine and dense sour and tingling sensation. Even the eye sockets and nasal cavity began to feel sore.

The next second, the solidified pheromones exploded like a raging fire, swirling and boiling, almost burning the air to ashes.

Jiang Xun's hand holding Chen Luan's chin became tighter and tighter.

He almost roughly forced Chen Luan to raise his head, and the gentle kisses of lips against lips at the beginning gradually became heavier and deeper.

entanglement,

plunder,

grab,

Until it evolved into a biting attack like a trapped beast.

The hand on the pillow was tightly clasped and pressed by the young alpha's hand, with the joints turning white.

The young man frowned slightly at the difficulty in breathing caused by the capture and entanglement, and struggled a little.

Jiang Xun's breathing was trembling heavily, but he was instantly suffocated by Chen Luan's subtle movement, and his whole body froze in place.

My heart started beating wildly in mid-air, almost jumping out of my throat.

Is he waking up?

Does he know?

In those eyes that always held a lazy smile and indulgence, there would appear...

A look of disgust?

The boiling emotions were like being poured over by a basin of ice water, and a rare trace of panic appeared in Jiang Xun's eyes, which were always as calm as water.

After a few seconds, Chen Luan did not wake up.

He finally moved away slightly, and the fingers that were clasped on Chen Luan's chin carefully stroked the latter's cheek. He slowly put his forehead against Chen Luan and closed his eyes.

Chen Luan, you can't...

You can't be with others.

You can't dislike me,

You can't not love me.

You can't,

Hate me.

The restless pheromones in the air finally subsided.

I don't know when the rain outside stopped.

The window was reopened, and clean, fresh air washed by rain poured into the room.

Jiang Xun returned to the bed and sat down, took Chen Luan's hand and covered his face with it. He rubbed it lingeringly against the warm palm like a stuffed animal afraid of being abandoned, and gently kissed Chen Luan's wrist.

Then he leaned over and slowly and gently placed a simple, feather-light kiss on the corner of Chen Luan's eye.

“…”

"Good night, brother."

The door was quietly opened and closed again.

The chaotic smell in the space was slowly dispelled by the wind coming in from the window.

The person buried in the soft quilt was still breathing steadily and long, unaware of anything.

The sky gradually turned brighter and brighter, and the street lights that had been on all night finally went out exhausted.

The outline of the city slowly emerged in the misty dawn, and the wet glass facades of the skyscrapers reflected the foggy blue sky.

Chen Luan woke up to the sound of birds singing outside the window, and the sunlight, which had been dyed golden, fell lightly on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

A bit dazzling.

He raised his hand to cover his brow, and sat up with his eyes half closed and still a little sleepy.

What did you dream about last night?

I don't remember.

As Chen Luan walked out of the bedroom in slippers and with his hair up, he met the eyes of Jiang Ling, who had just gotten up with bubbles on his head.

Jiang Ling sniffed the wind coming out of Chen Luan's bedroom and slowly narrowed her eyes.

Jiang Xun came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a small casserole in his hand.

Hot steam was rising from the casserole, and the aroma of sweet millet and pumpkin porridge was filling the air.

"Good morning, brother."