Chapter 42 Chapter 42 (Two in One) "You just want to fold...
New Year’s Eve.
Jiang Yan followed Fan Yang down the mountain to Anshui Town to pick up the roast chicken and beggar's chicken that they had ordered.
The two weasel families communicated with each other privately and both knew that Jiang Yan was not a purebred human.
In front of a great demon that had probably cultivated for hundreds of years, the 21-year-old Jiang Yan was no different from a demon cub. Even though Jiang Yan's demonic energy was not pure and was probably a mixture of human and demon, they didn't care.
When he saw Jiang Yan again, he treated him much kinder than he treated outsiders, even a little too kindly.
"You're here."
The lady boss of the beggar's chicken shop ignored Fan Yang's puzzled look and pulled Jiang Yan's hand affectionately, "Hey, you came so early. Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
Fan Yang: “?”
Jiang Yan's back stiffened slightly: "...No, not hungry, I've eaten."
The proprietress seemed to notice something. She glanced at Jiang Yan, then turned to look at Fan Yang, with a subtle hint of vigilance in her eyes.
She called her husband over, sent Fan Yang away, and asked them to go to the other side to get the beggar's chicken wrapped in oil paper.
Fan Yang: “???”
When Fan Yang was dragged away, he was still confused. When did his junior apprentice brother become so familiar with the chicken shop owner?
When the proprietress saw him being dragged away, she lowered her voice and reminded him: "You are still growing up, so tell me when you are hungry."
Then he asked, "Where are your elders? How can you let a kid live alone outside?"
Jiang Yan understood what she meant.
He was treated as an underage cub.
For demons, twenty-one is considered a minor.
But Jiang Yan is a half-elf, so his adulthood and life span are calculated based on that of a normal human. Only after he became an immortal did his life span begin to lengthen.
Jiang Yan pursed his lips and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Senior. I am human-sized and already an adult... I am here to learn from the He Huan Sect and the sect treats me very well."
Not a poor little thing.
Nor did he make a living alone.
The lady boss said, "Life is even harder for half-blooded half-demons! You are still young, don't you know that some Taoist priests can't beat big demons, so they like to bully weaker half-demons to improve their performance and reputation in the human world!"
"It's one thing for the master to treat you well, but your identity as a demon is another. You must hide it well."
Jiang Yan nodded.
He will wear this vest tightly.
The lady boss asked Jiang Yan again. Jiang Yan was very clever, and he was not very scheming, so he was tricked into telling her many things.
Apart from being unable to figure out the prototype of the monster, the proprietress directly diagnosed Jiang Yan as a "lost cub separated from his tribe and parents."
For a moment, the proprietress looked at Jiang Yan with eyes full of pity and love, which made Jiang Yan shiver.
"Good boy, I will keep an eye out for you to see if there are any big monsters around that have lost their cubs." The lady boss asked, "What kind of monster is your other bloodline?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
It is a natural elf in the magical world.
A little elf with pointed ears who likes to live in the forest and makes a living by hunting, gathering and planting with a bow and arrow.
Jiang Yan hesitated and refused to say anything, so the proprietress had to give up asking further questions.
It was just a beggar's chicken, it wouldn't take long. Even though the boss kept delaying, Fan Yang had already returned with the chicken.
"Junior brother, it's time to go." Fan Yang urged.
"oh."
Jiang Yan hurried to follow.
"Yan'er, wait!"
They had already known each other by name, and the proprietress knew Jiang Yan's name. She stopped the man, took the oil-paper bag handed over by her husband, and put it into Jiang Yan's hand.
"This - Senior, you can't do that!" Jiang Yan refused in panic.
“Oh, it’s not something good, just a few chickens, take it and eat it.” The proprietress pushed it back.
Fan Yang watched them perform the New Year red envelope drama with a puzzled look on his face.
"Take it", "No, I can't do that", "Yes, I'll give you money then", "Do I want this little money from you? Take it back!" "Just take it", "Oh, no, I can't do that"...
Infinite loop.
Fan Yang: “…”
In the end, Jiang Yanqi was one step short of winning, as the old lady held down his hand as he tried to return the chicken.
"Okay, thank you, senior."
Jiang Yan had no choice but to accept it and thank him obediently.
He finally managed to get away and followed Fan Yang to the next house to get a roast chicken.
The two houses were close together, and he could see people from a distance. Fan Yang was full of doubts, but before he could ask, he was dragged away by the owner of the roast chicken shop as soon as he saw him.
Same process.
Same confusion.
Fan Yang held a roast chicken in his left hand and a beggar's chicken in his right hand. He numbly watched his junior fellow apprentice saying to another lady, "Senior, you can't do that" and "Kid, you can do that."
Fan Yang: ???
He looked down at the chicken he had ordered, and then looked at the chicken that was stuffed into Jiang Yan's mouth.
Why is the one on my hand so small?
Isn't this the second time that Junior Brother has met these two families? Why are they so familiar with each other that they even call Junior Brother "baby".
Are they distant relatives who have just met?
Fan Yang was so confused, but he couldn't find a chance to ask.
After they were far away from the restaurant and had walked for some distance, Fan Yang tilted his head to look at his junior fellow apprentice.
Jiang Yan noticed Fan Yang's gaze and looked over, his eyes clear and bright.
"Brother, what's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.
It was quiet around, with no strangers around.
It’s a good time to ask.
Fan Yang opened his mouth and wanted to get things clear.
Suddenly, a voice called out from not far away—"Jiang Xianjun!"
Fan Yang: “…”
Fan Yang closed his mouth.
Jiang Yan looked up.
The person walking quickly was Shopkeeper Zhang from the Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce, followed by a group of tall and strong young men.
It turned out that they had unknowingly walked to the door of Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce and happened to meet them.
"Shopkeeper Zhang." Jiang Yan was a little nervous.
"Greetings to the Immortal Lord."
Shopkeeper Zhang bowed respectfully.
A group of strong men obviously knew who Jiang Yan was, and they greeted him in unison: "Hello, Immortal Lord!"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Fan Yang: “…”
Fan Yang's eyes began to become subtle, and he looked at them calmly.
The brother’s scrutinizing gaze seemed to have substance.
Jiang Yan felt like crying but had no tears, as he felt that one of the vests would no longer be hidden.
"Boss, is there anything I can do for you?" Jiang Yan was being stared at and didn't dare to even look at him. He could only pray silently in his heart that he didn't say the wrong thing.
"Jiang Xianjun is a big customer of our Chamber of Commerce. Even if I have nothing to do, I should come over to say hello and say hello when I see you from afar."
Shopkeeper Zhang was very tactful. His attitude changed, and although his expression and tone remained the same, it was obvious that he was simply trying to please the big customers of Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce.
"You're welcome." Jiang Yan said.
Shopkeeper Zhang said meaningfully, "I am here to tell you that the new dress you were concerned about has been made and is being sent to Xizhou."
Jiang Yan was slightly startled.
He never cared about fashion. He would wear whatever Gu Jingyun sent him. When...
Jiang Yan met the shopkeeper's gaze and suddenly reacted.
He asked hoarsely, "Is this the one that was originally scheduled to be seen in the spring?"
Shopkeeper Zhang: "That's right."
"...How long will it take for the clothes to be delivered?"
"About ten days."
"I see. Thank you."
Shopkeeper Zhang: "You are too polite. Would you two like to come into the store and take a look?"
Jiang Yan shook his head and looked at Fan Yang.
Fan Yang was listening to them talking about clothing customization out of boredom - a very normal topic.
He also refused when receiving the questioning gaze from his junior fellow apprentice.
"Let's just go back to the sect."
Jiang Yan said, "We are still carrying the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner, so we won't go. Isn't the shopkeeper going home for the New Year?"
Shopkeeper Zhang: "I suddenly had something urgent to do, so I'll go back after I finish it."
Jiang Yan understood what he meant.
——What’s the urgent matter? Of course, I received the urgent message that Gu Jingyun was coming, and I was busy preparing a place for the young master to stay and preparing to welcome him.
But since she came from Dongzhou, the journey is long, so the shopkeeper still has some time to go home and have a New Year's Eve dinner.
Jiang Yan suppressed his fluctuating emotions, said goodbye to the shopkeeper, and returned to the sect with his senior brother.
Shopkeeper Zhang watched them go away, his eyes fixed on the oil paper bags they were carrying.
There is so much chicken, and the oil paper bag in the immortal's hand is even bigger. Does he like eating chicken?
It seems that I have found out what the Immortal King likes.
I must write it down quickly and hand it back to the young master.
**
On the way back to the sect, Jiang Yan didn't say much, just like when he came here, but there was obviously some joy in his eyes.
He doesn't seem to hide his emotions.
Although he looks cold and indifferent, in fact, anyone who is interested can see through his thoughts at a glance.
Fan Yang asked carefully: "Yan'er, do you know the two families in Yangliu Lane?"
Jiang Yan hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I know him."
Just knowing each other is also knowing each other.
Fan Yang: "Why does Shopkeeper Zhang of Yuyuan Chamber of Commerce treat you so respectfully?"
Jiang Yan said nonsense: "Because I often order clothes from them and buy a lot of things. I am a big customer."
Fan Yang said "Oh", half believing and half doubting.
The two walked in silence for a while.
Jiang Yan couldn't help but quicken his pace without noticing anything.
Fan Yang didn't understand, but followed quickly.
Until his junior fellow apprentice walked faster and faster, he became more and more tired to follow, and the two of them were almost racing using light Kung Fu.
Fan Yang couldn't stand it anymore: "Junior brother, do you have something urgent to return to the sect?"
Jiang Yan asked in confusion: "Ah?"
"Run slower..." Fan Yang said helplessly.
Jiang Yan: “Oh.”
Is he running fast? I don't think so.
Brother, do you need some exercise?
Fan Yang was extremely tired from the journey and had no mood to think or ask more questions. As soon as he returned to the yard, he threw his things away, staggered back to his room and collapsed.
Yan Yushan was puzzled: "What is he doing? His face is so pale, is there any accident?"
"The journey was safe. Brother, you're just a little tired from climbing the mountain." Jiang Yan said.
Yan Yushan was speechless: "He should exercise."
Jiang Yan secretly agreed.
He handed the chicken to Yan Yushan who came to greet him, then said he had something to do and ran back to the house.
Jiang Yan carefully closed the doors and windows, thought for a moment, and set up a soundproof barrier.
He took out a two-sided mirror and poured his spiritual power into it.
The mirror-like surface swayed like water waves, and for a long time, no one responded.
Jiang Yan was a little surprised.
He put down the two-sided mirror, took out the sound transmission note and shook it slightly.
Waited for a moment.
...still no one responded.
Jiang Yan removed the barrier, his eyes blank.
Didn't he say he was going to be confined? Could it be that he had misunderstood and the shopkeeper was really talking about clothes?
“Dongdong——”
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Jiang Yan was startled and subconsciously clenched the sound transmission note and hid it in his sleeve.
"……who?"
"Junior brother! Are you done with your work in there? Master said we should go and worship our ancestors!" Yan Yushan shouted.
"I'll be right there." Jiang Yan replied.
The young man took out the crumpled sound transmission note, straightened it carefully, and put it back into the Sumeru Ring together with the double-sided mirror.
He lowered his eyes, and his long and thick eyelashes like crow feathers trembled very slightly.
When he raised his eyes again, the young man had suppressed all his emotions, and his black jade eyes were as calm as usual.
...Maybe it was a misunderstanding.
**
The other end.
Gu Jingyun had no time to answer Jiang Yan's call.
He was using his spiritual power to drive the flying boat he had snatched from the Fourth Elder and was heading to Xizhou at high speed.
It is worthy of being a magical weapon specially made at a high price for traveling, and it is worthy of what the great elder said, "How powerful you are, how fast it is."
No matter how much spiritual power is input, the flying boat will not explode, it will only fly faster.
Gu Jingyun was rushing on his way almost recklessly and violently.
He was now speeding at super speed and didn't dare to fly over the city for fear of hitting others directly.
The speed is ridiculously fast.
If it weren't for the spiritual power protecting his body, the oncoming strong wind would have torn his flesh apart.
Gu Jingyun had to concentrate fully to avoid hitting a flying boat or bird or beast on the road, which would cause a serious accident.
Therefore, there is no way to distract yourself to answer the call.
He calculated that at this speed, it would only take one day to travel from Dongzhou to Xizhou.
We can reach Xizhou tonight.
Can catch up with New Year's Eve.
…
Master Hehuan was kneeling in front of the portrait of his ancestor, with three disciples kneeling side by side behind him.
The altar was filled with incense, candles, fruits, a plate of roast chicken and other delicacies. Some elders even brought their disciples to worship their ancestors and burned a few of the latest storybooks for the ancestor.
After the four of them finished their worship, they gave their seats to other disciples and left the sect's ancestral hall and returned to the courtyard.
"Master, after having the New Year's Eve dinner with you, I will take the spaceship to Zhongzhou." Yan Yushan said.
Her boyfriend is the apprentice of the second in command of the Lingyu Sect, and the two of them made an appointment to go sightseeing together.
Yan Yushan had already mentioned this, so no one was surprised.
He Huan Zhenren waved his hand and let him go: "Well, go ahead."
Yan Yushan: "The Second in Command asked him to ask me if you are coming."
Jiang Yan: “…”
It was like a tongue twister, and I almost got dizzy listening to it.
He Huan Zhenren hesitated for a moment, but still snorted coldly: "No."
Yan Yushan: "Go ahead."
He Huan Zhenren: "What benefit did he give you to persuade me?"
Yan Yushan gestured and said, "I'll give you this number. If you agree, I'll give you 70% and 30% respectively. I'll take 70% and you'll take 30%."
He Huan Zhenren said seriously: "Last year it was 70% to 30%. No! This year it has to be 40% to 60%."
Yan Yushan probed: "Me six?"
He Huan Zhenren: "I have six, you have four. Think carefully, if I don't nod, you won't even get a low-grade spirit stone."
Yan Yushan: "...at least fifty-fifty?"
For the whole afternoon, Jiang Yan listened to them arguing about whether it should be "46" or "55".
In the end, Master He Huan relied on his status as a master and forcibly took four and six.
Jiang Yan thought that his senior sister would be depressed for a long time, but he didn't expect that she just snorted and then laughed again, without any annoyance on her face.
"Two childish ghosts." Fan Yang commented.
Jiang Yan: "What?"
Fan Yang: "Second Master is always talkative, he is rich and generous, and he means what he says he will give. How could he miss out on Senior Sister's share?"
Jiang Yan was at a loss: "Then what are they fighting about?"
Fan Yang laughed and said, "That's why they are childish. They do this every year, so you just have to get used to it."
"oh."
Jiang Yan didn't understand, but he respected it.
Fan Yang touched Jiang Yan's head, looking hesitant.
Jiang Yan asked him what was wrong.
"Junior Brother Pang asked me if I wanted to go to his place later...but I don't want to leave you alone to guard New Year's Eve." Fan Yang said.
Jiang Yan said it was okay and even advised Fan Yang to go if he wanted to.
"What about you?" Fan Yang asked.
"I'll stay and look after the house." Jiang Yan said as a matter of course.
Fan Yang disagreed.
"Let's talk about it later." He said vaguely.
The night is dark.
The four masters and apprentices were eating mutton hotpot in the house with great enthusiasm.
They were enjoying the meal and clinking their glasses. Jiang Yan only took a sip of Tu Su wine and immediately felt dizzy.
He thought it was too hot, so he got up to open the window, then sat back down and continued eating.
No one deliberately urged Jiang Yan to drink, but he still drank a few glasses. His head was dizzy, but he was very rational and sober and knew what he was doing.
They drank and ate meat, chatted and laughed. Nothing was unusual except that they were a little quieter than usual.
No one knew that the junior brother was drunk after drinking one glass of wine. Seeing that he had no strange expression and moved freely, no one thought much about it.
As for my junior brother not liking to talk...
He usually doesn't talk much, so it's not surprising.
The mutton hotpot was quickly finished. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. After midnight, Master Hehuan and Yan Yushan said goodbye to Jiang Yan and Fan Yang.
They were on the sect's flying boat, and many other people were like them. After offering sacrifices to their ancestors and having a meal together, they dispersed.
Zhongzhou is the midpoint of all the continents, and it is convenient to travel everywhere, so the sect arranged the landing point of the flying boat in Zhongzhou.
He Huan Zhenren stuffed a red envelope into the hands of Jiang Yan and Fan Yang, and said, "Master is leaving now."
"Master, take your time." Fan Yang said.
"...Master, please slow down." Jiang Yan was a little slow, speaking slowly, like a parrot mimicking a human voice.
He Huan Zhenren wondered: "Why does Yan'er look so stupid? Is he drunk?"
Jiang Yan seriously argued: "I'm not drunk."
The young man had clear eyes, his cheeks were only red from the heat from the pot, and there was no smell of alcohol on his body.
"He doesn't look drunk." said Master Hehuan.
"Master! It's time to go!" Yan Yushan shouted.
Master Hehuan nodded slightly and said goodbye to his disciple.
Seeing his junior rubbing his eyes and seeming a little sleepy, Fan Yang took the initiative to clean up the mess on the table and was about to take a card or a storybook to get through the long night when the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open a little.
Pang Yunhu poked his head out: "Brother, are you coming?"
Fan Yang hesitated again and looked back at Jiang Yan.
"Junior brother, you..."
Jiang Yan felt the cool breeze in the yard for a while and felt a little more sober.
He slowly reacted and said, "Brother, go on a date."
"and you--"
"I'm so sleepy." The young man half-closed his eyes and swayed, looking like he really wanted to fall asleep right there, "I'm going back to bed."
"Could he be really drunk?" Fan Yang was worried.
Fan Yang first asked Pang Yunhu to wait for a while, and then helped his junior brother back to the room.
He helped Jiang Yan take off his shoes and socks and tucked him into bed.
Just as he was about to go to the small kitchen, he saw Pang Yunhu standing under the eaves and asked, "I just heard that Senior Brother Jiang was drunk. I have a hangover pill here, would you like some?"
"Bring it here quickly." Fan Yang was overjoyed.
Pang Yunhu handed it to Fan Yang, who took it, turned and went into the house, coaxed Jiang Yan, who was almost asleep, to get up, and took the pill.
Jiang Yan is usually very well behaved, and he becomes even more well-behaved when he is drunk.
Just raise your hands when asked to do so, and open your mouth when asked to do so. It’s not a hassle at all.
He took the medicine and put the person back into bed.
Fan Yang warned, "I'm going to Junior Brother Pang's place. You should have a good sleep."
"Brother." Jiang Yan half-closed his eyes and mumbled, "Tomorrow, I want to go..."
"Where are you going?"
“…”
"Um?"
Fan Yang didn't wait for a response. He took a closer look and found that the person was already asleep.
Fan Yang laughed in silence, tucked in the quilt for him, closed the window, turned around and closed the door.
"Let's go."
He pointed at the courtyard gate and Pang Yunhu understood. The two of them left quietly.
The door closed.
There is no snow tonight, and it is quiet all around. The yard is pitch black without a single candlelight.
In Jiang Yan’s Sumeru Ring.
The two-sided mirror was rippling like water waves, but the buzzing sound could not reach the ears of the sleeping person.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the night was getting darker.
The gate was pushed open again.
“…Is this the place?”
"Yes. He Huan Zhenren and Miss Yan boarded the flying boat at midnight and have now left the He Huan Sect. An hour ago, Master Fan also went to another courtyard and will not be back tonight."
"Where's Ayan?"
"The Immortal has drunk some wine, so he should go to sleep."
"Um."
The voices gradually approached Jiang Yan's bedroom.
Jiang Yan was in a daze when he heard the door being pushed open with a creaky sound.
Someone walked around the screen and came towards him with the breath of wind and snow, then stopped one step away from the bed, paused, turned around and retreated back behind the screen.
Jiang Yan heard a man's deliberately lowered voice that was extremely familiar to him.
"...Bring the Earth Fire Bead. I'm too cold and it will freeze him."
A faint orange light lit up.
Jiang Yan opened his eyes with great difficulty and looked towards the screen not far away.
The screen was hazy and I could vaguely see a tall figure handing his coat to another person, while he used the Earth Fire Beads to warm off the coldness on his body.
"...Jingyun?" Jiang Yan called out.
The shadow on the screen paused and responded, "I'm here."
Then he turned around and ordered, "Go down."
"Yes, young master." Someone responded respectfully.
The door creaked again and slowly closed, leaving no gap at all.
Jiang Yan supported himself on the bed and sat up, the quilt sliding down and stacking around his waist.
He was not fully awake yet, and just sat there, looking towards the screen with his head tilted.
He felt like he was still in a dream.
I hadn’t set out for Dongzhou yet, so how could I see Gu Jingyun’s shadow and hear his voice?
Until the man walked around the screen, entered the inner room, and finally stopped at the edge of the bed.
The room was already dim, and the last ray of light leaking in through the window was blocked by the man's tall body.
Gu Jingyun leaned towards him. Jiang Yan raised his face and looked at him blankly, feeling that he was completely shrouded in the man's shadow.
"Jing Yun?" Jiang Yan called again tentatively.
"It's me."
Gu Jingyun helped him up and said with a smile: "How much did you drink? How come you can't even recognize me?"
Jiang Yan stretched out four fingers.
Gu Jingyun raised his eyebrows: "Four altars?" So powerful?
Jiang Yan: "Four cups."
Gu Jingyun: “…”
Jiang Yan tried to push him away: "Who are you? It's too dark, I can't see clearly."
Gu Jingyun: “…………”
After Gu Jingyun confirmed that Jiang Yan could sit steadily, he let go of his hand and lit the two candlesticks farthest from the bed.
The candlelight was just right, neither too bright nor too dim, allowing Jiang Yan to see the person clearly, but not too bright to dazzle his eyes.
Gu Jingyun asked: "Can you accept me now?"
Jiang Yan looked at the man for a while and shook his head.
"I'm a little thirsty." He said slowly, "Maybe after drinking some water, I'll be able to recognize it."
Gu Jingyun said: "You just want to torment me."
Having said that, he immediately went to find a teacup and poured a glass of water. The water was too cold, so he held the teacup with two fingers and placed it directly above the candle flame.
Wait until the water becomes warm before bringing the teacup to Jiang Yan.
"Slow down." Gu Jingyun carefully supported the bottom of the cup, worried that Jiang Yan would not be able to hold it steadily, and also worried that he would choke if he drank too fast.
Jiang Yan didn't drink it, but his eyes stayed on the man's fingers.
"Hmm?" Gu Jingyun noticed it and stretched out his hand to show him, "It's not burned."
Jiang Yan retracted his gaze and said stubbornly, "I'm not worried."
"Yes, yes. Come on, open your mouth." Gu Jingyun coaxed him to drink water in a good manner.
The young man has obviously not recovered from his drunken state. His words, actions, and every move seem to be no different from those of ordinary people, but in fact, he does not think about it. They are completely instinctive after his emotions are amplified by alcohol.
Jiang Yan slowly drank a glass of warm water, and his throat was no longer dry.
"Do you want to continue sleeping?" Gu Jingyun asked.
Jiang Yan did not answer, but asked: "Manager Zhang told me today that you have been released from seclusion. When did you leave?"
"Yesterday."
"I asked, it takes at least ten days to get from Dongzhou to Xizhou!"
"Why do you ask? Do you want to come to the Sword Sect to find me?"
“…”
Jiang Yan quickly lay down, huddled back into the quilt, and refused to say a word.
Gu Jingyun laughed muffledly.
He half-knelt beside the bed and whispered, "I'm not lying to you. I got a small flying boat. It's a specially made magical tool. The more spiritual power it has, the faster it flies."
"Really?"
"real."
The lower half of Jiang Yan's face was tucked into the quilt, leaving only a pair of big round eyes exposed. He turned his head sideways and stared at the handsome face of the man that seemed to be very close.
He felt as if he was dizzy again, as if he was about to pass out in Gu Jingyun's smiling eyes.
It seems like I have no control over what I say or do.
Gu Jingyun tried to play the victim: "I compressed ten days into one day and one night, and traveled day and night to see you."
Jiang Yan praised very smoothly: "Then you are really awesome."
Gu Jingyun: “…”
This atmosphere, as if they were whispering, made Jiang Yan involuntarily lower his voice.
"When I called you, you didn't answer. Was it because you were on your way?"
"Yeah." Gu Jingyun asked, "Are you angry because of this?"
Jiang Yan: "I don't blame you, and I'm not angry at all."
That means you were angry, but now you are comforted.
So easy to coax and so well behaved.
Gu Jingyun's heart was so soft that he stretched out his hand and brushed Jiang Yan's hair with his knuckles in restraint.
The young man's eyes were half open and half closed, and his face looked even whiter and more delicate in the faint orange light. A few strands of black hair stuck to the back of his neck, making him tilt his head uncomfortably.
Gu Jingyun naturally helped him to push his hair aside and tidy up his long hair to avoid it being pressed or pulled.
As you move, your fingertips will naturally touch your skin.
The touch is like white jade, unforgettable and hard to leave.
Jiang Yan was already on the verge of falling asleep, and now that he had adjusted himself to a comfortable sleeping position, he was out of control.
Only the last bit of rationality was holding on to the consciousness that was about to fall asleep.
He asked vaguely, "Where are you going?"
"Not going anywhere." Gu Jingyun said.
A large palm was gently placed on Jiang Yan's eyes, blocking out all the light.
I could feel the man's warm palm through my thin eyelids. At this moment, any touch seemed to be magnified several times.
Jiang Yan could feel the warmth of his palms, and Gu Jingyun could feel the trembling curve of his eyelashes.
It was absolutely pitch black in front of Jiang Yan's eyes, but he could hear.
Gu Jingyun was leaning towards him. He held his breath, suppressing his breath, but he couldn't block out the extremely subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
Something fell on his eyelids - through Gu Jingyun's palm.
Jiang Yan felt a little confused.
What did Gu Jingyun do to him?
I don’t understand. I’m so sleepy. I want to sleep.
The breath gradually faded away, and the sound of clothes rustling gradually faded away.
In the darkness, he seemed to hear Gu Jingyun's voice becoming more gentle.
"Go to sleep."
"I'm right here."
Jiang Yan felt unprecedented peace of mind, so he let his consciousness sink into darkness.
He fell asleep.
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