Chapter 37 He knew it
"Jiang Xun."
"When you're planning to eat alone behind my back, could you please hold back your pheromones?"
"You're disturbing me."
The air was filled with the sound of Jiang Ling gritting her teeth, which she had to lower to a whisper for fear of waking Chen Luan.
"Climbing into bed secretly, huh?"
Jiang Ling sneaked over in the dark and reached out to pull Jiang Xun's arm: "Get down here!"
It was just that Jiang Xun's arm was around Chen Luan's waist, and the action seemed to disturb Chen Luan.
He moved his body and uttered a vague murmur.
Jiang Ling froze immediately and dared not move, even holding his breath. It was as if he had been cast under a spell and turned into a wooden man, not even daring to move his eyes.
After a while, Chen Luan seemed to show no signs of waking up.
He dazedly threw away the arm that was in the way around his waist, hugged the quilt tightly in his arms, and rubbed his cheek lightly against the soft quilt.
Like a sleeping cat, purring.
The stagnant air slowly relaxed.
Jiang Ling met Jiang Xun's leisurely gaze.
"He invited me up here."
Jiang Ling narrowed her eyes: "...So you rolled under the sofa three times in the middle of the night on purpose?"
"twice."
Jiang Xun rested his head on his arm and said, "There was another time when I really didn't mean to do it."
"You have terrible sleeping habits. I kicked you down."
As if he was afraid that Jiang Ling would not die of anger, Jiang Xun slightly curled the corners of his lips and slowly added another stab:
"It was the time when Chen Luan invited me up here."
Jiang Ling gritted his teeth.
If I had known earlier, I should have put some rat poison in Jiang Xun's water cup before coming here at night.
"I don't care, I want it too."
Jiang Ling climbed up from the end of the bed, reached out her hand and carefully pulled the quilt in Chen Luan's arms as if pulling out the hair from a tiger's butt.
Chen Luan frowned slightly, holding the quilt and breathing heavier.
Jiang Ling stopped moving again.
After Chen Luan's breathing calmed down, he continued to pull.
People don't feel tired when they are doing bad things.
So Jiang Ling lay at the end of the bed with her butt sticking up and pulled the quilt bit by bit for half an hour, until her arms and legs began to ache, and finally she managed to completely pull the quilt out of Chen Luan's arms.
The moment the quilt ball disappeared from his arms, Chen Luan frowned slightly. The empty feeling in his arms made him subconsciously reach out and feel around.
Jiang Ling took the opportunity to put his arm forward.
Having caught the thing, Chen Luan relaxed his brows with satisfaction and pulled it hard.
Jiang Ling was pulled so hard that she lost her balance and fell into Chen Luan's arms as she wished.
The clean scent of soap and the unique warm smell of Chen Luan enveloped Jiang Ling.
Chen Luan put his hands on Jiang Ling's shoulders and the back of her neck, and rubbed his cheek gently against the top of Jiang Ling's furry hair, just like he had just rubbed the quilt.
The warm and long breath gently fell on Jiang Ling's neck.
The glands under the back of the neck were clearly still throbbing and burning, but Jiang Ling, leaning against Chen Luan, felt unexpectedly calm.
It seemed as if the panic Chen Luan felt when he was about to move out was just an illusion.
Like the return of tired birds and the flight of young swallows to the forest, a peaceful sense of security came over me along with the sound of my heartbeat.
Jiang Ling quietly looked up at Chen Luan's sleeping face.
The long and thick eyelashes like crow feathers drooped quietly, casting a small fan-shaped shadow in the silvery moonlight, hiding the pair of gray eyes that were always smiling.
The soft lips were not tightly closed, and the faintly red tip of the tongue could be seen between breaths.
There is a small mole on the side of the straight nose, like a butterfly perched there.
Jiang Ling felt as if there was a butterfly flapping its wings in his chest.
He raised his head gently and quietly.
He gave Chen Luan a feather-light kiss at the corner of his mouth.
There was a burning sensation behind the ear, almost spreading from the auricle to the side of the face.
Jiang Ling curled the corners of her lips, closed her eyes, and rubbed her head back into Chen Luan's arms.
sleep!
Jiang Xun hugged Chen Luan from behind again, and under the moonlight as soft as water and silk, he also gave Chen Luan a soft kiss at the corner of his eyes.
Jiang Xun slowly rubbed his cheek against the back of Chen Luan's neck, breathing in Chen Luan's scent and gently closed his eyes.
Good night, brother.
The evening breeze gradually became cooler, sweeping away the sticky summer air amid the chirping of insects.
When sporadic cicada chirps tentatively sounded in the sky that gradually faded from deep blue to crab-shell blue, and brilliant golden light leaped across the sky, the quiet and peaceful room finally had a little other sound except for the intermittent breathing sounds.
Chen Luan woke up.
With his eyes half open, bubbles were popping up above his head, and he looked at the furry head in his arms in a daze.
An arm reached out from behind, holding Chen Luan's waist, and his warm breath fell lightly on the skin of the back of his neck.
The young man leaning against his chest was sleeping soundly, his forehead rubbing against his collarbone, his hands folded and bent, his palms clutching the clothes on his chest as if afraid that he would run away.
The messy ends of my hair rubbed gently against the side of my neck with the rise and fall of my breathing, which was a bit itchy.
Like some kind of stuffed animal that's fast asleep, it's well-behaved and exudes the scent of warm sunshine.
So much so that Chen Luan, who had not yet regained consciousness, was in a trance and couldn't even tell whether it was Jiang Xun or Jiang Ling in his arms.
A sparrow flew over to the windowsill, flapped its wings, opened its small eyes, hopped around, and looked into the house through the glass with its head tilted.
Chen Luan looked at the sparrow and heard a few chirping sounds. His foggy head finally became a little clearer.
He got up quietly. Chen Luan stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, looking at the two teenagers squeezed on the small bed. After a while, he sighed helplessly.
He knew it would be like this.
Once the susceptible period comes, a little brother will grow on Chen Luan's bed.
And often two grow at a time.
The air conditioner was a little cold. Chen Luan grabbed the thin blanket that had been pushed to the foot of the bed in the middle of the night, and threw it casually on the two teenagers, barely covering his stomach, and walked into the bathroom.
On the sink were the watch and necklace that I took off when I took a shower last night.
Chen Luan put it back on.
Chen Luan was brushing his teeth when he heard footsteps behind him. Without even turning his head, he held the toothbrush in his mouth and asked the boy in the mirror casually, "Not sleeping anymore?"
"Yeah. Wake up."
The boy came over and put his arms around Chen Luan's waist from behind, rubbing his chin on Chen Luan's shoulder, his voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Good morning, brother."
The only one who would obediently call him brother is Jiang Xun.
Chen Luan raised his hand and rubbed the boy's head, then rinsed his mouth: "Do you feel better today?"
"Much better."
Jiang Xun nodded, and pressed his slightly hot face against Chen Luan's neck.
"Why is it still so hot?"
A wet and cold hand that had just touched water was placed on his cheek. Jiang Xun covered the hand and rubbed it gently with his cheek.
Like a coquettish cat.
"It will be fine in two days."
"Would you like some breakfast?"
Chen Luan turned around and pushed Jiang Xun's shoulder.
In the past, Jiang Xun would always let go obediently.
This time, no movement.
Instead, she leaned towards him harder, tightening her arms.
The young man, who was taller than Chen Luan, hugged Chen Luan completely, making Chen Luan feel a little oppressed.
His lower back hit the corner of the sink, forcing him to lean back and barely support himself with his elbows.
"Jiang Xun?"
"Brother, I'm here."
Jiang Xun buried his breath in Chen Luan's shoulder socket, and his eyes, which had darkened into light gold, drooped down and fell on the red mole on the side of Chen Luan's neck.
There was a nasty smell everywhere.
Jiang Ling's.
So he hugged Chen Luan and covered her with his pheromones.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you last night."
Jiang Xun's warm breath swept across Chen Luan's sensitive ears and neck. The latter couldn't help but turn his head to avoid it, and his ears physiologically turned red.
Noticing the small blush, Jiang Xun's eyes flashed with a smile, and he raised his head, knowing when to stop.
"Jiang Ling kicked me down. I've always had a good sleep quality, you know."
"I am asleep, not dead."
Suddenly, the boy's dissatisfied voice was heard at the bathroom door.
Jiang Ling leaned against the door, looking at the two people hugging and kissing each other beside the sink, and a nameless anger rose up in her heart.
He walked forward, twisted his twin brother's shoulders and pulled him away, staring into the eyes that looked exactly like his own and sneering:
"Please, my dear brother, can you avoid me next time you do something bad?"
Is it a bit too much to provoke me by covering the scent I left behind with pheromones in front of me?
So he pressed back with more aggressive pheromones.
The twins' pupils darkened to a dark gold color almost at the same time as they stared at each other.
Like two cats with their fur standing on end threatening each other.
But Chen Luan is a beta, and he is completely unaware of the competition between his two younger brothers at the pheromone level.
"You ate gunpowder so early in the morning?"
Chen Luan, who had completely misunderstood, crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Ling, saying with a hint of amusement, "You're allowed to kick your brother down in the middle of the night, but you're not allowed to tell him about it?"
"So you let him into your bed?"
Jiang Ling gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Luan, her tone even carrying a hint of grievance: "Aren't you afraid that the two of you will collapse the small bed at this time?"
"How about letting your brother sleep on the floor? It's not like we have carpets everywhere at home. He'll catch a cold if he sleeps on it all night."
Chen Luan couldn't help laughing when he saw Jiang Ling's angry face. He reached out and poked the boy's cheek: "Besides, weren't you the one who snuck into my arms in the middle of the night while I was asleep?"
The fingers that had just poked the boy's soft cheek twice were caught.
Jiang Ling held Chen Luan's hand and pulled him towards her, half a step away from Jiang Xun, and narrowed her eyes again: "Don't wrongly accuse me."
"I just wanted to cover you with the quilt, but you pulled my arm and hugged me."
The young man pinched Chen Luan's wrist, shook his arm, and looked down at Chen Luan with a raised lip corner:
"I'm afraid of waking you up, so I can only reluctantly let you hold me for one night."
Chen Luan:?
Is there such a thing?
I remember that my sleeping habits have always been pretty good.
With doubt in his eyes, he decided to turn around and ask Jiang Xun for confirmation.
But before he could turn his head, a warm hand held his jaw.
Jiang Ling placed her palm on Chen Luan's chin, pinched Chen Luan's cheeks with her thumb and index finger, and turned his face back.
"Why are you looking at him? He was already asleep by then."
Then he looked up at Jiang Xun: "Isn't that right, brother?"
The two unstable pheromones in the air sparked again.
Jiang Xun didn't say anything, but raised his hand to slap Jiang Ling's hand that was pinching Chen Luan's chin, then turned around, picked up the wet towel, and wiped the corners of Chen Luan's mouth and chin.
Chen Luan, whose face was wiped inexplicably, took away the towel with a puzzled look at Jiang Xun: "?"
The latter pursed his lips and said, "Toothpaste foam. Not rinsed clean."
Chen Luan went back to the mirror and looked: "Hmm? Is there?"
Jiang Xun: "...It's been wiped clean now."
Jiang Ling leaned against the door with her arms folded, glanced at Jiang Xun and chuckled.
He received a silent pheromone attack from his twin brother, and he choked and coughed while laughing.
He stood up, put his hands on Chen Luan's shoulders, who looked puzzled, and pushed him out: "Go and rest. Jiang Xun and I will go out to buy some vegetables and make you something proper to eat."
"Can you cook?"
Chen Luan was a little surprised.
During the time they had been here, the cook had been the one cooking at home. Occasionally, when Chen Luan was hungry in the middle of the night, he would cook some simple midnight snacks for the two of them to eat. He had never seen the two young masters go into the kitchen.
"We both know a lot more."
Jiang Ling's triumphant voice drifted from the bathroom.
Soon, Chen Luan really ate the loving breakfast prepared by his younger brothers.
Very simple stir-fried baby cabbage and shrimp and barley porridge.
The dishes were cooked by Jiang Ling and the porridge was cooked by Jiang Xun.
The taste was unexpectedly good.
So Chen Luan decided to give today's lunch and dinner to the twins, and also specifically asked for cola chicken wings.
Jiang Ling, who was washing dishes, threw the half-washed spatula into Jiang Xun's hand, washed her hands, and came over to hang on Chen Luan: "I'll do it for you, is there any reward?"
"Want a reward?"
Chen Luan kicked the large dog hanging on him off the sofa and smiled with his eyes squinting: "Reward you for calling me brother."
"What kind of reward is this? Is it a reward for yourself?"
"Here's how. I'll make you cola chicken wings tonight. You let me sleep on the bed tonight, and Jiang Xun will sleep on the sofa."
Jiang Ling, who was kicked down, came up again with a smile.
Jiang Xun's intolerable voice came from the kitchen:
"Jiang Ling, is it possible that I can hear you?"
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