Innocent Good Man
Gu Yansheng was awakened by the crisp sound of birdsong outside the window. The dull pain after a hangover was faintly throbbing in his temples. The physical discomfort was soon completely drowned out by the surging memories in his mind.
Not a dream.
That hot, predatory kiss that carefully enveloped him...
Jiang Lin's deep, hoarse confession, like a vow... his clumsy yet bold response... and the ultimate, almost drowning pleasure at the end...
Every picture was extremely clear, with a scorching temperature that instantly ignited the blood in his body.
Gu Yansheng suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a familiar ceiling - the ceiling of Jiang Lin's bedroom. He felt as if he was scalded, and he jumped up from the bed, his heart beating so wildly that it almost burst out of his chest.
He subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched his lips with his cold fingertips.
hiss--!
A subtle but distinct stinging sensation came over me, and it seemed as if the skin on my dry lips was slightly broken. This distinct pain, like a heavy hammer, completely shattered the last bit of hope that "this might be a dream".
It's true! Everything that happened last night was true!
Jiang Lin confessed his feelings to him, and they... kissed! And he was the one who responded to the kiss!
A huge and unreal ecstasy exploded in his heart like fireworks, so brilliant that it made him dizzy, but what followed was overwhelming shame and helplessness.
Last night... under the combined impact of alcohol, drugs, and emotions, I was dazed like a fool. In the end, I actually... actually took the initiative to kiss Jiang Lin? Like an impatient...
"ah……"
Gu Yansheng let out a low wail, and suddenly covered his cheeks, which were burning so hot that they were about to burn, with his hands. He curled up like an ostrich and buried himself in the soft duvet, leaving only the red tip of his ear exposed.
What a shame! What a disgrace!
His mind was completely muddled last night. Jiang Lin had said something so important, and he hadn't even responded... a single word? He'd just stood there, let someone kiss him. What would Jiang Lin think of him? Would he think he was too casual? Too frivolous?
And... the most important thing is... he hasn't had time to give any formal response!
Jiang Lin opened his heart to him, but he was like a mute, immersed in the huge shock and... well, the dizziness brought by the kiss.
Now that he was sober, what should he say? What should he do?
"I like you"? "I like you too"? This is too blunt, so hard to say... Pretend nothing happened? That's even impossible! Last night was like that...
Or... just pounce on her and kiss her again? As soon as this thought came to mind, the temperature in Gu Yansheng's cheeks soared several degrees, and he huddled tighter in the quilt.
This was the first time he received a confession from someone he liked... He was a completely inexperienced young man, stunned by the sudden great happiness that came from both sides, but also by the subsequent difficulty of how to face Jiang Lin.
The air in the quilt was so thin that he felt a little breathless, but he was still greedy for this "protective shell" that isolated him from the outside world. He carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing a pair of wet eyes with obvious panic and shyness, and he glanced at the quiet bedroom vigilantly like a frightened deer.
He was the only one in the room; Jiang Lin was not there.
This discovery made him feel a little relieved, but a sense of loss inexplicably welled up in his heart. He sat up slowly, hugged his knees, rested his chin on them, and looked blankly at the bright sunshine outside the window.
The intense scenes from last night played uncontrollably in my mind, especially the fire burning in Jiang Lin's deep eyes and the domineering yet gentle breath between his lips and tongue...
Gu Yansheng subconsciously licked his dry and cracked lips. The slight tingling sensation mixed with the remaining memories made his heart beat again.
What should he do?
Had Jiang Lin left? If not, wait a minute... when Jiang Lin came in, what would his first words be?
"Good morning"? Too common!
"Last night..." This opening doesn't seem to work either!
Or...would it be silly to just ask, "Did you mean everything you said last night?"
Gu Yansheng scratched his messy hair in annoyance, threw himself back onto the pillow, covered his head with the quilt, and let out a meaningless whimper that was a mixture of sweetness and distress.
He felt like he was standing at a brand new, sparkling starting point, but because it was so dazzling, he was at a loss and didn't even have enough courage to take the first step.
There were light footsteps outside the bedroom door, as if Jiang was approaching.
Gu Yansheng's body stiffened instantly, his heart in his throat. He suddenly closed his eyes, held his breath, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt like a frightened rabbit, leaving only a strand of restless black hair exposed. He could even clearly hear the beating of his own heartbeat like a drum.
The footsteps stopped at the bedroom door, followed by the sound of the doorknob being gently turned. Gu Yansheng was wrapped in the quilt, his body tense as a stone, even his breathing was light and slow, but his ears were perked up, capturing every movement outside the door.
Jiang Lin walked in. He didn't speak immediately. The only sound in the room was his steady footsteps as they approached the bed. Gu Yansheng could feel a gaze falling on the quilt that wrapped him like a silkworm cocoon. The gaze seemed to have penetrating power, making his scalp tingle.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, a calm and even lazy voice rang out.
"If you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep and get up and have breakfast."
“…”
His pretense of sleep was exposed in a second! He was instantly defeated, his cheeks hidden under the quilt burning hot enough to fry an egg. He slowly poked his head out from under the quilt like a reluctant snail, but he didn't dare look at Jiang Lin, only at his twisted fingers.
"Oh... okay."
His voice was muffled, hoarse from waking up and full of guilt.
"I just came back from walking Xiao Fei."
Jiang Lin's voice remained flat, as if the thrilling confession and kiss last night had never happened. He walked naturally to the wardrobe, took out a set of clean clothes and placed them beside the bed.
"Last night's clothes were soaked with rain and mud. I washed them and you can wear this."
"Thank you...thank you." Gu Yansheng lowered his head and quickly reached out to grab the clothes.
"I have to go back to Shilong Town in the afternoon." Jiang Lin added, his tone as flat as if he was saying that the weather was good today.
Going back to Shilong Town? Leaving in the afternoon? Gu Yansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Lin. When he raised his head, his eyes met Jiang Lin's lips.
There was a small, dark red, scab-covered patch on Jiang Lin's clearly defined lower lip!
boom--!
Fragments of last night's memories instantly flooded into his mind—that uncontrolled, passionate kiss...his own clumsy, eager response...the groan he'd made when his teeth accidentally touched Jiang Lin's lips...and the faint smell of rust, almost drowned out by their combined breaths...
He bit it! He bit Jiang Lin's lip...
Gu Yansheng's face flushed instantly, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. The immense shame made him wish he could disappear right there!
"I, I'll go wash up!" He practically jumped out of bed, holding his clothes, and rushed into the bathroom attached to the bedroom without even looking back, as if his butt was on fire, and closed the door with a bang.
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