Chu Chenan's eyes froze, he lowered his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Is that so?"
He felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and Lan Xu's smile frightened him.
"Yeah." Lan Xu stood up straight and looked into his peach blossom eyes. "Especially his eyes."
Chu Chenan laughed dryly, curled his moist red lips, and said nothing.
Lan Xu's eyes were dim, and he said with a smile, "Let's go eat first."
"good."
…
After breakfast.
As soon as Chu Chenan stood up, Lan Xu called him gently.
"Chen An, please teach me how to draw."
...
...
Lan Xu lazily supported his chin with his hand and smiled with narrowed eyes.
Chu Chenan's eyes paused. He was extremely reluctant, but he could only nod, "Okay..."
Lan Xu stood up and pushed his shoulder affectionately, "Then let's go upstairs to paint."
They sat down on the rooftop of the building and looked out. They could see a large field of light golden oilseed wheat, bathed in the bright morning light.
Chu Chenan picked up the paintbrush, and the light shone on him, outlining his delicate jawline and reflecting around his sparkling peach blossom eyes.
Lan Xu was stunned for a moment. He moved his chair closer to Chu Chenan and wrapped his big hand around the back of his hand.
As he spoke, his hot breath poured behind Chu Chenan's ears, "You lead me to paint first."
Chu Chenan's earlobe felt warm, his heartbeat quickened, and he began to dip the paint and start painting.
Lan Xu used his other hand to support Chu Chenan's other waist. In this posture, Chu Chenan seemed to be hugged tightly by Lan Xu, which was intimate and ambiguous.
"Chen An, are we going to mix these two colors next?"
Lan Xu and Chu Chenan were very close, and Chu Chenan could feel his breath.
His hand was always held by Lan Xu, and whenever he moved, Lan Xu's hand would move with him.
Chu Chenan was very nervous and wanted Lan Xu to let go of his hand, but he didn't dare to say it. He hesitated for a long time before he made up his mind to speak.
His face turned red and he whispered, "It's hard to draw you holding my hand, why don't you just watch first..."
Lan Xu let go of Chu Chenan's hand and gently snatched the paintbrush from Chu Chenan's hand.
Lan Xu said sweetly. "Then hold my hand and draw."
His hands were raised in front of Chu Chenan, as if he had been waiting for him.
Chu Chenan looked at his smiling face and suddenly remembered the scene where Lan Xu picked someone up and threw him against the wall last night. He shuddered and didn't dare to refuse.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his tender white hand and carefully placed it on the back of Lan Xu's hand. Lan Xu's back of hand was very big, and Chu Chenan could only barely grasp it roughly, he couldn't grasp it completely.
Chu Chenan could only accept his fate and just held Lan Xu's hand and painted a picture of a wheat field.
"Chen An, your painting is so beautiful." Lan Xu's voice was very pleasant, low and charming, with a hint of sigh in his tone.
Chu Chenan's earlobes turned red, he let go of Lan Xu's hand, his palms were already hot and sweaty.
Lan Xu took out a handkerchief, slowly held his hand, and wiped the sweat off his palm. "I see you don't look well. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Chu Chenan retracted his hand, "No, I slept well."
Lan Xu took back the handkerchief and asked, "Did you dream about my brother?"
Chu Chenan's heart skipped a beat, and he was frightened by Lan Xu's sudden and nonsensical question.
"...What?" Chu Chenan's eyes trembled.
Lan Xu carefully sealed the painting and said, "The alien race has always had the custom of sending messages in dreams. My brother's spirit tablet is at home, so he might accidentally send messages to you in your dream."
Chu Chenan said "oh" in a daze, blinked a few times, and shook his head.
"No, I didn't dream about him."
He believed that he was very vigilant and would never admit that Lan Huai came to see him last night.
Lan Xu noticed his cute actions and smiled more deeply, "I made you some pear soup, shall we go drink it?"
"Okay." It would be great to leave the rooftop. He quickly stood up and followed Lan Xu downstairs.
After washing your hands.
Lan Xu poured a bowl for Chu Chen, "Be careful, it's hot."
Chu Chenan nodded. He took a spoon and scooped it up, blew on it and then drank it.
The soup was sweet and not greasy, and tasted very good, but Lan Xu's burning gaze made his scalp tingle, and he just wanted to finish drinking it quickly and leave here.
He had just finished a bowl of wine when He Xuesheng's loud voice came from the door, "Chen An, do you want to go paint together?"
In Chu Chenan's view, He Xuesheng was simply a timely help. He put down the bowl and tilted his head to look at the door, only to see He Xuesheng carrying an easel and a large transparent kettle.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Chu Chenan said, looking at the door.
He turned back to look at Lan Xu again, feeling a little timid for some reason. He said, "Then... I'm going to go sketch with He Xuesheng."
Lan Xu nodded calmly, with an unknown emotion in his eyes, "Go ahead."
Chu Chenan quickly stood up and walked quickly to the door.
Suddenly, Lan Xu called him quietly, "Chen An."
Chu Chenan’s footsteps paused and his heart stopped beating suddenly.
Lan Xu reminded him: "You haven't taken your easel yet."
Chu Chenan didn't even turn his head, feeling very nervous. "It's okay, I can just share an easel with him."
After saying that, he pulled He Xuesheng's sleeve and left.
…
Lan Xu looked at their departing backs, narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips disappeared.
He picked up the soup spoon in the bowl. The spoon was made of bluish-white pottery, and the handle was slender, about five or six centimeters long. He tapped the wall of the bowl gently a few times.
Ding, ding, ding...
Suddenly, the slender handle of the soup was broken in Lan Xu's hand, and a few drops of blood flowed down and dripped into the soup.
The clear soup was dotted with a few eye-catching red spots and then slowly spread out.
Lan Xu turned around slowly, his emerald green eyes full of gloom, "Brother, why did you come out today? Aren't you afraid of scaring him?"
In the dimly lit hall, Lan Huai, wearing a dark purple outfit, sat on the main chair, playing with a paintbrush with his head down.
Although that face looked exactly like Lan Xu's, his expression and temperament were completely different from Lan Xu's.
"He is my partner," Lan Huai reminded him coldly without even raising his head, his expression gloomy, "and you haven't married him yet."
"It's only a matter of time!" Lan Xu looked at his gloomy face, unwilling to be outdone, and said sweetly, "You're already dead, he will definitely like me more."
"Lan Xu," Lan Huai warned him expressionlessly, "I can totally refuse to share."
"No, the deal has already taken effect." Lan Xu sneered, "This is a fact that cannot be changed."
Lan Xu sat down in front of Lan Huai, his necklace making a few silver bell sounds, and said, "Brother, let me go first this time. I've been waiting for so long."
Lan Huai put away his paintbrush and glanced at him coldly, without any sign of agreement in his eyes.
Then, he disappeared from Lan Xu's sight.
Lan Xu leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly.
…
He Xuesheng didn't react and followed Chu Chenan. It wasn't that he was unwilling to do so. He was just thinking about how the two of them could paint using one easel.
"Why are you walking so fast, Chen An?" He Xuesheng was carrying heavy objects and could hardly keep up with the pace.
After they were a certain distance away from Lan Xu's house, Chu Chenan let go of He Xuesheng and took the kettle for him.
"What's wrong with you?" He Xuesheng saw Chu Chen's face was slightly pale, "Didn't you sleep well?"
"It's okay." Chu Chenan walked beside him, carrying a kettle, thinking secretly.
"Let's go to the cobblestone road today. There are many scenic spots there," said He Xuesheng.
"No, no," Chu Chenan said quickly, "Let's go somewhere else. It's... a bit hot there."
Lan Xu's home is near the cobblestone road, and he just wants to escape from here as soon as possible.
"Oh, okay." He Xuesheng nodded, and followed Chu Chenan around most of the village, and came to a high ground beside a stone road, where they could overlook many exquisite and ancient houses and buildings.
"Come on," He Xuesheng raised a paintbrush and gave him half of the stool, which was less than ten centimeters wide.
He Xuesheng looked up at him, as if waiting for him to paint together.
Chu Chenan squatted down and said, "You draw first, I'll just watch you draw."
"It's okay, they are all men, it's just a little crowded." He Xuesheng handed the paintbrush in his hand to him again.
"No, no, let me watch you draw." Chu Chenan waved his hand.
He came out to avoid the limelight, and besides, he had already painted a picture and didn't have the energy to paint another one.
He Xuesheng had no choice but to nod and start painting himself.
Chu Chenan stared at the quaint house not far away in a daze.
Suddenly, he saw a red skirt in the corner of a room.
The woman in the red dress whom he had seen last time stuck her head out, her waist-length hair fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were filled with panic, and after looking around, she quickly ran into the alley between the two houses on the east and west sides.
The houses here are crisscrossed and there are many narrow paths.
[Ding～]
[Congratulations on activating the plot mission]
[Follow up and find out the woman’s identity]
[Bonus points: X500]
Chu Chenan looked around and said to He Xuesheng, "I'll go take a look at the house over there."
"Okay." He Xuesheng didn't even raise his head.
He walked quickly toward the path where the woman had run in and disappeared into the densely packed house.
"Wait a minute!"
He caught up with the woman in the red dress and gently stopped her arm. She had a pretty face and no injuries on her body, but the marks on her ankles had turned purple.
He took her to hide in a secluded corner.
The woman in the red dress looked terrified and struggled to run away, "You...what are you doing!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I can help you." Chu Chenan let go of her and tried his best to explain.
The woman in the red dress calmed down a little. She trembled and said, "Really?"
Chu Chenan nodded, "Well, where are you from..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Chu Chenan turned around and saw a young man from another race running towards him. He seemed to be the husband of the woman in the red dress, named Wu Yao.
Wu Yao ran over angrily, "Let her go."
Before he could react, he saw Wu Yao approaching and a powdery substance flew towards him like a tiny worm.
The woman in the red dress screamed and stood in front of Chu Chenan. Soon she fainted on the ground and lost consciousness.
Chu Chenan was startled and bent down to support her.
But the pungent smell of the insect-like powder was too pungent, and if he wasn't careful, the smell would get into his nasal cavity.
What is this...
His feet went weak and he soon collapsed.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and in his daze, he saw a tall figure in purple standing in front of the ferocious Wu Yao.
Is it Lan Xu?
Chu Chenan closed his eyes weakly and thought before he passed out.
…
He opened his eyes hazily, his head still very dizzy, and he felt weak all over. In his wavering vision, he saw Lan Xu.
No.
Chu Chenan tried his best to see the man's eyes clearly.
The man's eyes were cold and calm. It was Lan Huai.
He actually returned to Lan Huai's home.
"An'an," Lan Huai called him, taking off his shirt, "You are sick."
Chu Chenan looked at him with misty eyes, his cheeks slightly red. "...What?"
Lan Huai rubbed his cheek with the back of his fingers and kissed his lips lightly.
A cold touch followed.
Lan Huai's gaze was dark and possessive, and Chu Chenan naturally knew what that meant.
When Lan Huai kissed his earlobe, there was an untimely knock on the door.
Someone is coming.
Chu Chenan's consciousness was hazy and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But Lan Huai didn't get up. He was not affected at all and continued to kiss him.
The half-open door was opened, and Lan Xu knocked on the door twice seriously.
Chu Chenan looked up weakly.
He smiled and said to Chu Chenan, whose eyes were shining and distracted, "Chenan, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time. Should we go home?"
As he spoke, Lan Xu also came to sit on the edge of the bed and gently stroked his cheek.
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