Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Let Me Hug You
Chen Luan went to Jinghai Bridge to enjoy the cool breeze for a while. When he returned home, the lights in Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling's rooms had been turned off.
Since differentiation, the twins have been sleeping in separate rooms to avoid influencing each other during the susceptible period.
The lights were on in the living room and the corridor, so Chen Luan groped his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat in the refrigerator.
Having only eaten a bag of fried dough twists in the bar, Chen Luan was now ravenously hungry.
He took out an apple from the refrigerator and bit into it, then hummed a random tune and took out half a bag of noodles and two eggs to make some noodles.
The warm yellow light from the refrigerator reflected on Chen Luan's face, and his cold gray eyes were now also dyed with a melting warm color.
Just as he was about to close the door, a slender hand reached out from behind Chen Luan, passed over his shoulder, and got stuck on the refrigerator door.
The warm nose gently fell on Chen Luan's sensitive neck.
Chen Luan was startled and only had time to turn his head before he was embraced by those arms.
Chen Luan, who was holding a fruit in his mouth, noodles in one hand and an egg in the other, blinked.
Jiang Xun?
"You're back so late."
The young man, who was already half a head taller than Chen Luan, put his arms around Chen Luan's waist from behind, resting his chin on Chen Luan's shoulder. His crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped quietly, and his fingers fell on the metal watch strap on Chen Luan's wrist.
Jiang Xun gently rubbed his cheek against Chen Luan's shoulder and murmured in a coquettish voice, "Brother, I feel a little uncomfortable."
The suppression patch was unable to completely control the restless glands of the alpha boy, who was approaching his susceptible period, and waves of heat were surging on the back of his neck.
It's not as confusing as the differentiation period back then, but it's still not a very pleasant experience.
not to mention--
Jiang Xun held Chen Luan's wrist and rubbed the raised bone point on the outside with his fingertips.
My brother smells like Jiang Ling.
What did they do when they were at the bar?
Chen Luan struggled in his arms.
Jiang Xun did not argue any further, but let go of his hand and followed Chen Luan closely.
Like a large, clingy stuffed animal.
"Why aren't you sleeping so late?"
Chen Luan placed the things in his hand on the table, caught the apple that had fallen from his mouth, with a clear tooth mark on it, and raised his hand to touch Jiang Xun's forehead: "Is it because you are about to enter the susceptible period?"
It seems that I have long been accustomed to the fact that my younger brother will become very clingy during his susceptible period.
The slightly hot forehead was touched by the cool back of Chen Luan's hand. Jiang Xun leaned forward slightly, closed his eyes, gently rubbed the back of Chen Luan's hand, and nodded meekly: "Yeah."
Then he stepped forward again, resting his palms on the edge of the table, locking Chen Luan between his arms and the table, and leaning over to gently hug Chen Luan.
The eighteen-year-old boy began to grow rapidly after the differentiation period. He was already half a head taller than Chen Luan. Now he could hold Chen Luan in his arms.
"elder brother……"
Jiang Xun pressed his cheek against Chen Luan's neck, greedily breathing in the scent of Chen Luan.
Clean, crisp, with a fresh scent of fruity detergent.
It makes people want to think,
Add some other flavors to this cleanliness.
The taste that belongs to him.
Jiang Xun's arms tightened slightly for a moment.
"Let me hold you for a while, okay? The smell of you... well, it makes me feel a lot more comfortable."
Her usually clear voice was now slightly hoarse, mixed with a weak nasal sound, giving off a sense of coquettishness.
Chen Luan was held loosely by Jiang Xun, and he could push him away whenever he wanted.
The fever during the susceptible period made the boy's body temperature slightly higher, and it stained Chen Luan through his thin summer clothes.
"Then you wait a moment? Okay?"
The young man raised his hands and leaned on the table behind him. His gray eyes half-drooped, and a loose smile curled the corners of his mouth. "Because your brother is really a little hungry now. If he doesn't eat something, he will run out and eat other children at night."
Even as he finished speaking, an abrupt but appropriate "cooing" sound was heard in the quiet space.
Chen Luan heard a faint laugh beside his ear.
"Oh well."
Jiang Xun obediently let go of his hand and took a half step back.
Just a moment later, he spoke again:
"Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"I have an exam tomorrow, but I'm feeling really bad because of my sensitive period and can't sleep. If you were here, I'd be able to rest better."
"A mock exam? That's really important."
Chen Luan was cooking noodles and didn't look back.
He probably knew that some alphas would become dependent on the scent of those close to them during their susceptible period, and in the absence of inhibitors, some alphas would even engage in nesting behavior.
But it seemed a bit strange to let my brother sleep holding my clothes.
But if we're just lying together, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?
In the past, when we went on group missions, we often slept in the same tent with our teammates on a large bunk bed.
Chen Luan quickly used this reason to explain away the slight sense of strangeness that had arisen in his heart.
He just dotes on his younger brother more.
That's right.
He bit the apple in his hand: “Well, if you really need it, you can.
The red apple was held in Chen Luan's slender fingers with distinct joints. It was so red and so white that it was dazzling.
But a light red mark suddenly appeared on the edge of the palm.
Like bite marks.
Then Jiang Xun's light amber eyes dimmed slightly.
In Jiang Xun's eyes, the bite mark gradually twisted into a snake.
"elder brother."
"Um?"
"What's wrong with your hand?" Jiang Xun's fingers gently tapped the side of Chen Luan's palm.
"Hand?" Chen Luan was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and saw the red mark on it that had not yet completely disappeared. Then he suddenly remembered and shook his hand: "That little bastard Jiang Ling bit it."
"I met this guy who's been trying to invite me to a fraternity at the bar, and we hid in the utility room for a while."
There seemed to be silence in the space.
The young man leaned over to Chen Luan, his warm breath brushing against his ear. He looked into Chen Luan's eyes with what seemed to be pure curiosity: "The social gathering is lively, right? Maybe you can meet a lot of new friends? Don't you want to go?"
The slightly damp scent of agarwood and vetiver enveloped Chen Luan, and the spicy scent of agave quietly overflowed.
But Chen Luan was completely unaware.
He pushed aside the obstructing head in front of him and threw away the remaining apple core. "Not interested. I'd rather go to the training ground and study the new light urban mecha deployed by the military."
"What about Jiang Ling?" Jiang Xun's eyes were full of clarity and innocence: "Besides biting your hand, he didn't do anything else, right?"
"What else can he do besides cosplaying as a large dog?" Chen Luan seemed a little confused about this question.
"I'm just afraid that he might upset you without any sense of propriety." Jiang Xun lowered his eyes slightly.
"No." Chen Luan's mouth curled up.
He's just a little rascal with a bad temper. Playing some harmless pranks won't really make him angry.
A light bowl of egg noodles came out of the pot. Chen Luan took the white porcelain bowl that Jiang Xun handed to him and said, "Tsk, it's overcooked."
So he filled another half bowl and waved the steaming hot soup in front of Jiang Xun: "Would you like to try it?"
Jiang Xun went straight to the bar after leaving school, and didn't eat anything after coming back.
Now the aroma of egg noodles was stimulating his sense of smell, and Jiang Xun actually felt a bit of appetite.
He nodded and took the half bowl of noodles.
"Oh, by the way, do you want to ask Jiang Ling to come down for some noodles?"
"No. He's asleep."
Jiang Xun sat down at the dining table. Just as he finished speaking, Jiang Ling's voice came from the stairs:
"How come I didn't know I was asleep?"
Jiang Ling walked down the stairs and raised his eyelids to look at his brother: "Eating alone?"
Then he leaned over to Jiang Xun and half-closed his eyes: "Don't even think about it."
Even from upstairs he could smell the pheromones of Jiang Xun, who was determined to eat Chen Luan alive.
If you don't keep an eye on it, you won't know when that idiot Chen Luan will be completely taken advantage of by his brother.
"I'm hungry too. Anything else?"
Jiang Ling leaned on her arm and moved closer to Chen Luan. Seeing that the pot could still hold half a bowl of food, she immediately filled it for herself and sat down at the table.
Chen Luan’s craftsmanship is actually quite good.
Although it is not as good as the chef hired by the family at a high price, it is still delicious among home-cooked meals.
In the past, in the underground base, when not on a mission, Chen Luan would always find ways to cook using the meager supplies, and Jiang Mingming, Wang Xiaodou and others would come over with their bowls to share.
After all, if you rely on Jiang Mingming, she will probably blow the kitchen to the ground.
So the midnight snack for one person turned into a family dinner, but with the cool breeze blowing in through the window on a summer night, it felt pretty good.
At least on the surface, the three of them sat together harmoniously and had a pleasant midnight snack.
As for how Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling secretly used pheromones to fight each other, that was not within Chen Luan's consideration.
After dinner, Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling went to wash the dishes and pots conscientiously, and Chen Luan returned upstairs alone.
In the past two years, the messy room has added a lot of things, and it has gradually begun to feel like a home with a sense of life, rather than a hotel with guest rooms that do not belong to you.
For example, there was an orange furry puppy print carpet at the door of the bathroom, two stuffed dolls snatched from Jiang Ling's bed were thrown on the sofa, and there were some more clothes of various colors in the black, white and gray wardrobe.
The originally empty bookshelf is now filled with all kinds of things.
There was the blind box that Jiang Ling had pulled out and found out he didn't like, so it was forced on him, there were books and rare mineral tokens that he had taken from Jiang Xun's desk, and all sorts of cute and abstract little ornaments, as well as a model of Jiang Mingming's gun, and the miscellaneous souvenirs that Chen Luan had bought at the base ruins memorial hall.
In the photo frame next to the bed is the photo of Chen Luan pulling the twins on the carousel at the amusement park that day.
In the photo, Jiang Ling is raising the middle finger, Jiang Xun is making a scissors sign, and Chen Luan is smiling.
It was as if this room had become his anchor in this space and time.
After carefully wiping Jiang Mingming's model gun with a soft cloth, Chen Luan sat on the edge of the bed holding the model, a little dazed.
In fact, since visiting the base ruins two years ago, Chen Luan has rarely dreamed of Jiang Mingming or the people and things that would wake him up in tears in the middle of the night.
The echoes of his life, buried more than 300 meters underground, will forever accompany the chaos of the past.
They are not alone.
Now Chen Luan has a new life to start over. Here, everything in the past will not turn into salt sprinkled on the road under his feet, but will turn into the light above his head, the wind blowing on his face, the singing of birds in the morning, and melt into all life.
Chen Luan is still Chen Luan.
The moon is rising.
After packing up everything, Chen Luan took a shower. He wiped his hair, his body dripping with moisture. When he heard a knock on the door and went to open it, he subconsciously called out, "Wait a moment, Jiang Xun, I'll be right there."
The young man leaning against the door folded his arms and looked down at Chen Luan with a raised eyebrow, but did not answer.
Chen Luan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to meet the boy's teasing gaze: "...Jiang Ling?"
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