Chapter 27 Baby.
Ning Zhiran was dreaming in a daze.
In his dream, he was back to being a three or four-year-old. Back then, his parents hadn't argued yet, and no one had abandoned him. He lay in bed, eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep.
His mother sat beside the bed, patting him gently and humming a song as she did so.
"Go to sleep, little darling, the wind blows away the clouds and the stars shine brightly."
"The little bear went home to hug his baby, and his dreams were all about marshmallows."
He had heard that song many times, but he hadn't heard it since he grew up. Now, suddenly hearing it again, Ning Zhiran was extremely happy. He closed his eyes and acted like a good kid, afraid that if he opened his eyes, the song would scare him away.
But as I was listening, a voice suddenly interrupted me.
"Finn, which one is yours?"
Ning Zhiran frowned, not wanting to pay attention, but still gave the house number obediently.
After saying this, the dream resumed.
The song started again, and he continued to listen, melting into a beautiful dream accompanied by the familiar melody.
But not long after, that hateful voice came in again!
Someone asked helplessly: "Where is your house key? I can't get into your house without it."
This guy was so noisy that Ning Zhiran wrinkled his nose and touched his pocket. It took him a long time to dig the key out of his pocket. He threw the key out and quickly sent the guy away.
The body sank again.
In a daze, Ning Zhiran felt someone pick her up and put her steadily on the bed. She was covered with something, which seemed to be a quilt, and it was very warm.
The bed gently supported him, and as Ning Zhiran lay there, his consciousness slowly emerged little by little, and bubbles with the smell of alcohol rose from time to time around him.
Ning Zhiran tried hard to raise her eyes and opened them a little.
There was a person standing beside the bed, his face was abnormally red.
Ning Zhiran blinked, held his breath for two seconds, and suddenly grinned: "Hey, Brother Huanjue, we meet again... It's been a long time since we last met."
Gong Huai stood there without moving, but the corners of his mouth moved, as if he was angered by the three words "Brother Hallucination".
Ning Zhiran said familiarly, "Why are you here again? I dreamed of you last time when I was drunk. Why are you here again this time? Do you come here when I'm drunk..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly: "Go quickly, your real body should have gone home to sleep, don't hang around here... Go, find your real body."
Gong Huai: “…”
Ning Zhiran: "No, it's all an illusion. Why do you have to look like such a pretentious guy?"
Ning Zhiran: "Can't you change your image? Even if you become a beautiful woman... If you really are a beautiful woman, I'd really like you to sleep with me."
Brother Illusion sneered: "Why, do you dislike me just because I'm a man?"
Ning Zhiran immediately turned over, expressing her disgust with her body: "Disgusted? I am annoyed with you... Go away, don't stand here, go and bother your real body, I want to listen to music..."
He was halfway through his words when he wrinkled his nose again, as if suddenly remembering something, and slowly turned his head back:
"Yeah, can you sing for me?"
Brother Illusion's voice was filled with anger: "What song do you want to hear?"
"What do you care?" Ning Zhiran murmured in confusion, "If you sing, I won't chase you away."
Brother Illusion folded his hands over his chest, looking like he was enjoying the show: "Let me sing, yes, but there are conditions."
Ning Zhiran snorted: "What conditions..."
"You lie down inside." Brother Huanjuan said confidently, "I feel dizzy now too. I want to lie down too."
One of Ning Zhiran's strengths is that he is easy to talk to. Although he looked reluctant, he honestly moved to the side.
"You hallucinating brother, you have quite a lot of conditions."
The bed was the single bed in Ning Zhiran's house. It was indeed a bit too crowded for two adult men to squeeze together.
Ning Zhiran rubbed his nose against the other person, smelling a familiar scent.
The smell of several expensive perfumes mixed together is indeed the smell of money on the pretentious guy.
Ning Zhiran, you are so amazing that you can even restore the taste so realistically in your dreams.
He sighed in his heart, and rubbed his head against the person's chest.
Illusion Brother: "Tell me, what song do you want to hear?"
Ning Zhiran sang with his hands close to his chest.
"Go to sleep, little darling. The wind blows away the clouds and the stars shine brightly. The little bear goes home to hug his baby, and his dreams are full of marshmallows..."
Brother Illusion was shaking, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter: "I didn't hear you clearly, sing it again."
Ning Zhiran sang it again, very politely, and asked after finishing, "Have you memorized it? Sing it now."
Brother Hallucination hasn't made any movement yet.
Ning Zhiran glanced at it. Yeah, it's still there. Then why didn't Brother Huanjue sing anymore? Was he being tricked? He'd already sung it twice. What a shameless act.
Just as he was thinking about it, Brother Illusion moved a little closer to him, and his voice came into his ear with a hint of laughter: "Do you want me to sing this nursery rhyme to put you to sleep?"
Ning Zhiran nodded in a daze.
Brother Illusion reached out and tapped his nose: "But you are not a child now."
Ning Zhiran's mind froze for a moment.
Then it exploded.
"I want to listen!" He kicked his legs and almost kicked Brother Illusion off the bed, "This is my home! I - I am the king here! You sing, and if you don't sing, get out!
"Get out, get out, get out!"
Under the king's majesty, Brother Illusion had no choice but to sing: "Sleep, sleep, little baby, the wind blows away the clouds and the stars shine..."
After singing, Brother Illusion asked, "Is that all right? Are you satisfied?"
Ning Zhiran: "Not enough. I'm not asleep yet, you have to sing it again."
Brother Illusion didn't sing. His eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.
Brother Illusion: "I forgot the lyrics. Can you sing the first line for me again?"
Ning Zhiran was too sleepy to open her eyes, but she still said obediently: "Go to sleep, sleep, little darling..."
Brother Illusion interrupted: "Wait a minute, I didn't hear the last sentence clearly."
Ning Zhiran added slowly: "The wind blows the clouds away and the stars shine brightly..."
"That's not it," Brother Illusion interrupted again, "I was talking about the sentence just now. I didn't hear the last two words clearly."
Ning Zhiran: "Go to sleep..."
Brother Illusion: "Yes, what are the last two words of this sentence."
Ning Zhiran thought for a moment and said, "Baby."
Illusion Brother: “Yeah.”
Ning Zhiran seemed to realize he had been tricked: "How come you, Illusion Brother, are even more annoying than Pretender Brother himself? I asked you to sing a song, but you're playing tricks on me. Get out of here, Pretender Brother is very slow-witted, but he doesn't have the bad intentions of you!"
Just as he was about to kick someone, he felt his feet being held. Ning Zhiran struggled a few times, but he had no other choice but to talk:
"As the king here, I order you to disappear! Or else turn into a beautiful woman!"
The king's order was effective and the ankle was loosened.
Ning Zhiran was very proud: "Come and turn yourself into a beautiful girl, I will hold you to sleep."
Brother Illusion: "No. I look like this. Hug me if you want."
Ning Zhiran: "Wow, you're just hallucinating. How can you have so much temper?"
Illusion Brother: "Then I'll hold you."
Ning Zhiran's eyelids were almost glued together, but he still sneered incoherently: "You hug me? How dare you hug your noble and invincible king..."
Before I could finish the second half of the sentence, I was hugged.
That embrace was not what he had imagined.
It was firm, hot, and a circle larger than him, instantly enveloping him, and tinged with a faint fragrance. It was different from the smell of the dead-ass pretender in his memory, a clean and expensive scent, mixed with heat, slowly filling his nostrils, nearly making his brain go limp.
The man put his nose against the crook of his neck, rubbing it back and forth, sniffing intently like a big wolfhound recognizing its territory.
Ning Zhiran felt her ears getting hot. How could Brother Huanhuan be so heavy, so hot, and so fragrant?
He reflexively wanted to push it away, but didn't really push it away: "Damn, Brother Illusion, you really upgraded, how come you have your own body fragrance."
Ning Zhiran: "But that's OK. Last time I lay on your lap, this time you hug me, so we're even."
The voice fell from my ear, very close:
"Do you remember lying on my lap?"
Ning Zhiran: "I remember. I woke up the next day and thought about that dream. I was so disgusted that I vomited on the spot."
Brother Illusion: “…”
Brother Illusion: "You are really going too far, you know that."
Ning Zhiran: "How can I be as bad as you? You dare hug me with a mere hallucination? I'm going to throw up again tomorrow."
Brother Hallucination felt that he was being verbally abused. He stepped aside and turned over. It was obvious that he was hit hard.
Ning Zhiran was surprised: "Hey, you're an illusion, you have such a bad temper."
The other party was silent for a moment, and then a muffled voice came from the crack of the pillow: "Don't worry, I'm dizzy, I'll leave after a rest, I won't disgust you."
Ning Zhiran laughed twice and poked Brother Huanjue on the back: "You're so vindictive. So funny. Hehe."
Brother Illusion didn't move.
Ning Zhiran poked it again.
Still no response, like he was sulking.
Ning Zhiran rested his chin on the other person's shoulder and rubbed against him:
"Yeah, a pillow. I feel dizzy when I sleep with it. It's a large Illusion brand pillow. The quality is poor and it's very hard."
After saying that, he patted the back of the big pillow, leaned against it, buried his face in the back, and put his legs on the person's legs, hanging on the person like a sloth.
The man beneath him was silent for a second.
“…”
After a moment, the big pillow restrained himself and said in a low voice:
"Ning Zhiran, if you continue like this, you will regret it."
Ning Zhiran was amused: "You are amazing. You even dare to call me by my full name. I tell you, you are my illusion, my little brother. What do I have to regret?"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and put his arm around the big pillow's waist.
The other person laughed, as if he was angry. "Does it have to be like this? You must have drunk a lot of alcohol today."
Ning Zhiran thought to himself, "This is my home, and you're still trying to usurp my power?" He stretched out his legs, squeezed the other person hard, and shouted, "This is a powerful one for you. Damn hallucination! Shut up! Little mouth! Shut up!"
The next second, the big pillow suddenly turned over.
Ning Zhiran was still in a daze when she was turned over and pressed into the mattress.
Their eyes met.
It was so close, so close that I could see every eyelash of the person in front of me, and feel the rhythm of his chest rising and falling.
"Ning Zhiran."
"Do you still think I'm hallucinating?"
Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling.
Ning Zhiran suddenly felt even more dizzy. The kind where the world was spinning.
The man stared at him, his eyes darkening: "One moment you tell me to get lost, and the next moment you rub against me."
Ning Zhiran reached out and patted the cheek of the person in front of him: "What are you talking about? You are just hallucinating."
"Hallucination, huh?" the man said slowly, "Okay."
…
"Then let's just treat it as an illusion."
Before Ning Zhiran could process the strange tone of the words, a ball of white light exploded in his mind.
He also wondered what caused this moment of dizziness.
Was it wine, a dream, or a flash bomb hidden in the pillow?
But the warm, moist, and slightly sucking and pulling feeling on his lips quickly told him the truth.
ah.
Is this what kissing feels like?
Unexpectedly, very gentle and comfortable.
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