Chapter 57: Red Petechiae After the Kiss
Chapter 57
The living room lights were on.
Luo Xiaoran opened the door.
Light and shadow poured in from behind him, falling on the white shaggy carpet in the master bedroom.
Chu Xingli lay on the middle of the large bed, her head tilted to the side, looking like she was sleeping soundly.
Luo Xiaoran curved the corners of his lips into a smile.
This is his favorite scene.
It has been from beginning to end.
A hug, a picture of contentment and ease, can give one the illusion that the world is incredibly beautiful.
...No, it's not an illusion.
I've said before that I won't allow him to have that kind of mentality.
—When you're with me, you should be happy. If you don't want to laugh, I'll tickle you until you do—
"The world is so beautiful! If you die, you won't be able to see me anymore."
—Luo Xiaoran, of course you have family, and I am your family.—
—I am your lover too—
—Xiao Ran, stop taking your medicine—
Kiss me!
So... it's not fake.
Luo Xiaoran took a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly, and then opened them again.
Chu Xingli remained lying there obediently, a sight both real and impactful.
The embodiment of happiness.
Luo Xiaoran did not close the door, letting the warm yellow light shine behind him.
Such warm colors, when applied to Hug's skin, will make Hug seem less indifferent to him.
Luo Xiaoran walked to the bedside and bent down to tuck Chu Xingli's blanket in.
Her slender, white ankles were exposed, and looking up along the beautiful curve of her long, shapely calves, there was a small patch of red marks from being kissed, just barely covered by her pajama bottoms.
Luo Xiaoran knelt by the bed, held the ankle, and gently kissed the hickey. Then, he gently tucked Chu Xingli's leg back into the blanket to keep him warm.
Chu Xingli's sleeping posture has always been arrogant.
Most of the time, the initial sleeping position is to lie flat on the pillow with hands folded in front of the abdomen.
But once he falls asleep, within half an hour, he will inevitably stretch out his arms, lie on his side, and even press his legs on Luo Xiaoran's abs, and shake them from time to time.
She kept shaking Luo Xiaoran, who was sleeping soundly next to her, until she woke him up, sat up and covered him with the blanket, and took a couple of photos of his crooked sleeping posture to look at when she missed him. Only then did she laugh and straighten him up so he could lie down properly again.
Today, however, he was behaving very properly and seriously.
Luo Xiaoran pursed his lips.
This is clearly someone pretending to be asleep again.
Perhaps we should do something to prevent him from continuing the performance.
.
Chu Xingli had no idea what Luo Xiaoran was thinking while he stood by the bed, looking down at him.
Otherwise, why would there be no sound at all after all this time?
Are they going to just kill him to silence him?
After all, he's been reading mostly infinite flow novels lately.
He deeply felt that life was full of crises, and he could encounter danger at any time.
We must take preventative measures.
Chu Xingli secretly pondered in his heart how he should retaliate if Luo Xiaoran really tried to kill him.
Should I try to persuade him not to hit people, or...?
Before Chu Xingli could finish her thought, she felt a chill on her leg.
He was so frightened that he held his breath instantly, not daring to think about what Luo Xiaoran was going to do next.
Um?
I was kissed?
Chu Xingli, taking advantage of her lying position, brazenly opened her eyes and blinked in confusion.
I can't understand Luo Xiaoran's actions at all.
Could it be that they're planning to do something really bad while I'm sleeping?
...Help!
Could Luo Xiaoran be addicted to sex?
If he had known, he would have rather been beaten to death yesterday than slept with Luo Xiaoran!
Please, please give him back his pants!
This makes me feel really insecure!
"Thud—"
Chu Xingli heard the sound of Luo Xiaoran turning the lid.
An alarm bell rang in my mind.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, is it starting yet?!
Should he continue pretending, or should he suddenly spring up and bravely say no to Luo Xiaoran?
Just as Chu Xingli was still feeling frustrated and conflicted, she heard Luo Xiaoran's deep and gentle voice:
"Give me a hug, let me apply the medicine again." Luo Xiaoran knew he wasn't asleep, but she didn't intend to expose him.
His thought when he stood by the bed was nothing more than a sudden flash of inspiration that he wanted to tease and hug her.
In reality, they wouldn't actually do that.
Therefore, he said this to help Chu Xingli.
In case, when we apply the medicine later, Bao Bao might bounce up because she's startled.
Then you'll be so ashamed you'll want to disappear.
Chu Xingli: "???"
again? ? ?
Judging from the tone of voice, it sounds like it's already been applied once?
When was it applied?
Chu Xingli once again activated her brain, which suffered from severe memory impairment.
He racked his brains trying to recall exactly when Luo Xiaoran had approached him and done something so private that afternoon.
After some recollection, Chu Xingli returned empty-handed.
I can't remember anything.
Luo Xiaoran had already applied the ointment for him, and even gently closed the lid, placing it on the bedside table.
The ointments that Luo Xiaoran chose were all very comfortable after application, and Chu Xingli did not feel any coolness or discomfort.
Before applying the cream, he would rub it on his fingertips to warm it up a little to prevent Chu Xingli from being startled by the cold.
A sense of security returned with the action of having his pants put back on.
Chu Xingli narrowed her eyes like a satisfied cat.
After applying the medicine, shouldn't Luo Xiaoran go back to his room to sleep? Chu Xingli wondered.
However, judging from Luo Xiaoran's movements, he didn't seem to have any intention of returning to his room.
Whatever, whatever.
Chu Xingli lazily closed her eyes.
After enduring for an unknown amount of time, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and drifted off to sleep.
In the end, she still couldn't outlast the energetic Luo Xiaoran.
When he woke up again, he found that his body had been straightened up, and Luo Xiaoran was leaning against the headboard, quietly reading a book by the warm light of the bedside lamp.
The sound of him turning the pages was very soft, extremely faint.
It's like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Even if you listen very carefully, you can't detect any obvious sounds.
For some inexplicable reason, Chu Xingli felt that such behavior was very much in line with Luo Xiaoran's personality.
He suddenly felt a pang of heartache for no apparent reason.
Luo Xiaoran must have been very happy before he lost his memory.
Chu Xingli was unusually overcome with impulse, wanting to sit up, hold Luo Xiaoran's hand, and tell him the reason why he was tormented by nightmares every day.
Tell him that although she has not remembered those past memories, she is willing to try with him.
It's okay if you're not straight, and it's okay if you're gay.
But Chu Xingli was truly terrified by the novels she had read.
Be honest with Luo Xiaoran.
That's easy for you to say.
Moreover, the scenes in the dream were far too real.
How could he dare to gamble?
Chu Xingli was the only one who was punished, and he was willing to make an effort for Luo Xiaoran, who was deeply in love with him.
Feeling lost and frustrated, Chu Xingli turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.
In his dream, he still dreamed of Luo Xiaoran.
Wearing a high school uniform, she rested her chin on one hand, staring intently at herself.
Chu Xingli reached out, wanting to touch his face.
The touch, however, is genuinely warm.
Chu Xingli blinked and looked at Luo Xiaoran, who was holding her in his arms, pretending that she was in a dream: "What are you doing here?"
This statement is highly ambiguous.
The words “you” and “this” have different stresses and therefore different meanings.
Chu Xingli was asleep, and her thoughts were already unclear.
When they start speaking, they no longer know which word should be stressed.
Most pessimistic people... will subconsciously think of the negative side.
For example, Luo Xiaoran.
Driven by his emotions, he doubted countless times during sleepless nights whether he could be with Baobao in the end.
Or perhaps, he could awaken the memories of the past in Bao Bao.
Even though he has a neurosurgeon as a close friend, Luo Xiaoran still finds himself repeatedly clicking on keywords in search engines when he's feeling lost, keywords that he'll find funny once he calms down.
"Why can't I be here?" Luo Xiaoran asked softly.
Chu Xingli's eyes were blank, and she blinked very slowly: "...You shouldn't be by my side."
Luo Xiaoran slowed his breathing: "Then who should I be with?"
Chu Xingli muttered something under her breath, but Luo Xiaoran didn't hear it.
Fortunately, it wasn't the words he had imagined.
Luo Xiaoran breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“Hugs, when you were asleep,” Luo Xiaoran’s voice sounded flat, “I called Pei Jianian’s name twice.”
Luo Xiaoran knew that he couldn't reason with Chu Xingli in her current state.
But he still felt a little sad.
Baobao and Pei Jianian met in junior high school.
At that time, Luo Xiaoran was abroad with his mother.
Having not returned to China to see Bao Bao for nearly two years, Luo Xiaoran already felt very anxious.
When he returned, he found that there was another boy beside him, who was also staring at him like he was the center of attention.
Not only that, the boy also regarded him as an enemy.
He pretends to be friendly and cordial in front of Baobao, but as soon as Baobao turns around, he reveals a vicious look in his eyes, as if he wants to push him into an abyss.
That person was Pei Jianian.
Luo Xiaoran is sensitive and vulnerable after witnessing her mother's suicide.
He needs to take medication daily to treat his mood and alleviate his physical and mental discomfort.
Hugs are with him every day.
Pei Jianian was provoking him every day.
Fortunately, Chu Xingli's decisive personality made Luo Xiaoran realize that he was being firmly chosen.
That's how the two of them were able to stay together for a long time.
However, in the quiet of the night, Luo Xiaoran would inevitably feel self-loathing and despair.
He would imagine for Chu Xingli whether Bao Bao would have been happier if she had chosen Pei Jianian back then.
"You are the protagonist's wise and mighty husband..." Chu Xingli dazedly closed his eyes and moved his mouth.
Luo Xiaoran's melancholy thoughts were abruptly pulled back by his silly remark.
"What?" Luo Xiaoran really didn't hear clearly this time.
Chu Xingli had no idea that she had already started communicating with Luo Xiaoran.
Still muttering the information she had gleaned from that awakening dream, completely unaware of how melodramatic her words were: "You can't be with cannon fodder, cannon fodder will die a terrible death."
"The protagonist is the bottom? Or cannon fodder?"
Luo Xiaoran, unusually, lost control of his expression, looking completely bewildered:
"What kind of protagonist is the bottom? Who's the cannon fodder?"
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