Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Do You Hate It?
Chen Luan knows nothing about wine tasting.
It was already an extraordinary performance that he could maintain his human form after tasting Jiang Xun's tricks one bite at a time.
Now Xun's moist and soft eyes were looking at him, as clean as clear spring water.
It seems that she just wants to ask her brother to try the drink she mixed on her birthday.
My heart slowly melted into a soft and furry ball.
Just try a little bit, it shouldn't be a problem, right?
Anyway, I'm at home, so if I get drunk, the worst that can happen is I'll just sleep.
"……OK."
That hesitation slowly melted away under Jiang Xun's focused and gentle gaze.
He dragged a chair over and sat down. The wooden legs of the chair scraped across the ground, making a short sound.
The smile in Jiang Xun's eyes deepened.
"Try this first."
The small wine glass handed to her was covered with mist, and the tips of her bony fingers were slightly red from the cold.
Bubbles are rising densely in the clear liquid.
Chen Luan raised his hand to take it, and the cold touch made his fingertips tighten slightly.
He took a sip tentatively; the crisp aroma of juniper mixed with a subtle bitterness and the freshness of lemon slowly lingered in his mouth.
"Delicious. What is this?"
Jiang Xun watched him purse his lips and twisted the handle of the spoon with his fingertips: "Gin and Tonic."
Pheromones wrapped around him silently.
The second cup had a familiar taste.
Chen Luan held the small cup, which was only two knuckles long, in his hand. His eyes lit up. "It's a mojito."
The third cup, the fourth cup...
Chen Luan felt that the light seemed warmer, and a little warmth rose on his cheeks.
He relaxed a little, propped up his chin, and saw the metal spoon spinning between Jiang Xun's slender fingers, reflecting tiny bits of light.
The sound of ice cubes clinking, the rustling of the shaker, and the subtle sound of wine pouring into the glass began to gradually increase.
Jiang Xun's voice was gentle as he introduced the name of each type of wine, but his eyes were always fixed on Chen Luan's face.
He carefully captured every subtle change in Chen Luan's expression.
The eyes that light up when you drink something you like, the slight frown when the alcohol smell hits you, until the more you drink, the eyes slowly become lazy and half-closed.
Chen Luan spoke less and less, his eyes began to become a little unfocused, misty as if covered by a layer of vapor.
He held his chin with his hand, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cold wall of the cup.
The light in the sight turned into a furry ball of light and began to shake. Jiang Xun's figure melted into the light and the edges began to become unclear.
The air in the kitchen was a little stuffy.
So Chen Luan shook his head, held the back of the chair, stood up on the cloud under his feet, and his vision shook.
A pair of hands reached out from behind to catch him.
Jiang Xun's smiling voice fell into his ears: "Where are you going?"
"Hmm...it's so stuffy in here."
"Then get out."
Chen Luan tripped over his left foot and fell on the soft sofa. He pulled a pillow from the arms of Jiang Ling, who was sitting and watching anime, and pressed it against his chest to hug her.
I buried my head in the pillow, and the familiar warm smell was in my breath.
Jiang Ling's.
So he raised his heavy head to look at Jiang Ling, reached out to poke Jiang Ling's shoulder, and said in a slow and sticky voice: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
A light laugh came from above my head, and my fingertips were grasped by a hand that was still a little wet and cold.
Jiang Xun's clear voice rang out, "Your birthday isn't over yet, there's no rush to sleep."
The sofa beside him sank slightly, and a pair of hands supported the soft Chen Luan as he leaned against the back of the sofa, and a warm breath approached.
"Still drinking?"
Chen Luan, whose mind was already beginning to become hazy, pushed away the shoulder that was approaching him and shook his head, his breath carrying a hint of the warm smell of alcohol.
The sight keeps spinning.
His chin, which had been falling heavily, was then lifted up by slightly cool fingers.
There was a cool temperature on my lips.
The boy's breathing fell on his sensitive ears. Chen Luan subconsciously dodged backwards, but his chin was held and he could not move.
"But there's only half a cup left, brother."
“It would be a waste.”
The glass placed against the lips gently presses against the lower lip and tilts slightly.
The cold liquid flowed into the mouth through the slightly opened lips and was swallowed uncontrollably by Chen Luan.
The overflowing wine slid down the wet corners of the lips, meandering along the forced upturned jaw angle, rubbing against the burning red mole on the side of the neck, the rolling Adam's apple, and finally brushing against the edge of the collarbone and sinking into the collar.
The alcohol that entered his throat quickly evaporated and rose up, carrying his disconnected thoughts with him into the clouds.
Chen Luan choked, frowned, and some watery color seeped out from the corners of his red eyes.
He curled his lips and raised his hand to push:
“…No.”
"Ugh...I can't drink anymore."
The cup that was touched by the finger tilted a little, and the wine spilled down, soaking everything.
The white shirt fabric was soaked, sticking to the undulating curve of the chest in a damp and cool manner, revealing a faint warmth.
"Don't you want it anymore?"
A warm embrace caught Chen Luan, who had fallen due to dizziness. A light voice fell into his ears, with a hint of smile: "You clearly said it was delicious just now."
The breath is filled with another familiar smell.
Chen Luan's hands pinched the clothes on the shoulders of the person in front of him, and he thought confusedly:
This is Jiang Xun.
Because unlike the warm smell on Jiang Ling, Jiang Xun's smell is a little cold.
He didn't know why. It was clearly the same detergent, but Chen Luan could smell the subtle difference.
It's like the difference between the hot sea breeze in summer and the silent falling snow in early winter.
But both flavors made him feel at ease.
This is where his soul lands in this strange era.
No one knew that during the time when Chen Luan ignored Jiang Ling, he was also suffering.
He just had some...
confused.
I don’t know how to deal with it, so I retreat and escape.
Chen Luan has never been in love, and has never fallen in love with anyone.
So he thought it was a misunderstanding of family affection, or some kind of suspension bridge effect.
Seeing Jiang Ling looking at him with hope again and again, and then the light in her eyes extinguished again and again under his deliberate ignoring, at those moments, Chen Luan's heart felt empty.
But he is my brother.
That's not right.
They have to get back on track.
The clothes were wet.
Chen Luan pushed Jiang Xun's shoulders and wanted to change his clothes. The gradually overflowing drunkenness made the light begin to spin and fall towards the sky.
But the next second, Chen Luan was pushed back onto the sofa by a hand, and the fingers clasped on his chin moved slightly and gently pressed against Chen Luan's lips.
The scent of tequila filled the air, surrounding Chen Luan and forming a vortex that overturned and fell down.
The light amber eyes like cold springs had been transformed into a turbulent golden color at some point.
Jiang Xun lowered his eyelashes and gently stroked Chen Luan's lower lip, which was wet with wine, with his fingertips.
This location,
There was a small red mark before.
It was bitten.
Chen Luan heard Jiang Xun's calm voice fall:
"Did Jiang Ling kiss you, brother?"
At that moment, Chen Luan's body stiffened for a moment, and he seemed to hear a faint buzzing in his ears, followed by a heart-stopping silence.
He blinked slowly, his Adam's apple rolling.
My thoughts turned slowly.
Yes,
Jiang Ling kissed him.
Jiang Xun knew.
Chen Luan felt a little panic for no reason.
A pair of arms gently wrapped around Chen Luan's waist, tightened slightly, and held him in their arms.
The young alpha buried his chin in Chen Luan's shoulder, his gradually hot breath falling on Chen Luan's ear, his tone filled with some grievance:
"Is he the only one who can kiss you?"
"That's not fair to me."
thump,
My heart thumped heavily against my ribs.
Chen Luan subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at Jiang Ling on the other side of his body, but was brought back by the force on his chin.
Jiang Xun forcefully caught Chen Luan's eyes and stared at him: "Tell me, did he kiss you?"
“…”
Chen Luan didn't answer.
He didn't know how to answer.
Then the warm breath fell towards him.
Heart skipping a beat.
Chen Luan raised his hand, resting his palm against Jiang Xun's chin as he approached. His eyes, misted by the alcohol, tried hard to focus:
"No, this is not right."
"I'm your brother."
Jiang Xun kissed Chen Luan's palm, raised his hand to hold Chen Luan's wrist bone, took it off, looked into Chen Luan's eyes and frowned slightly, with some dissatisfaction and accusation in his tone: "But he kissed you."
“…”
Chen Luan's mind was in a mess, and his thoughts, tossed back and forth by the dizziness of drunkenness, did not allow him to think calmly.
The fingers pressing on the side of Chen Luan's wrist rubbed gently and found Chen Luan's beating pulse.
A shadow loomed in front of me, and my heart began to beat wildly.
But those soft lips fell on Chen Luan's forehead like feathers in front of his stiff eyes.
Chen Luan blinked.
The boy's breath fell softly on his face as he spoke.
"Do you hate this?"
“…”
Chen Luan's thoughts, which were suspended in mid-air, were interrupted for a moment, and he shook his head subconsciously.
"How about this?"
The feathers fell again on the flickering eyelids.
"so?"
cheek.
"Here?"
tip of the nose.
All the way down.
Until the breaths blend together.
Feathers fell at the corners of his mouth.
Chen Luan held his breath.
In the blurred vision, the pair of eyes that were so close to me bent upwards.
Then he slowly moved closer and closer, so that Chen Luan could feel the tiny air flow falling on his lips.
……no.
Chen Luan suddenly lowered his eyes and raised his hand to push Jiang Xun's chest.
However, even though the hand was held tightly, the other person's breathing still dropped.
The light and soft touch lingered on the lips for only a moment, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then immediately retreated after just a light touch.
"Are you disgusted?"
……Hate……
?
It was like a drop of water falling from a height into an empty and silent deep well, causing ripples and lingering echoes.
It felt like there was a restless bird in my chest, flapping its wings and flying against my ribs. The endless "thumping" sound rushed into my eardrum along the blood vessels, so all the sounds disappeared at this moment, and only the increasingly rapid heartbeat in my ears remained.
Chen Luan was silent.
Then the scent of vetiver and agarwood spread in the air again, gently wrapping around Chen Luan's body with a light ink fragrance, and spreading with the spicy taste of tequila.
A pleasant chuckle echoed in my ears.
His breathing came back, and he gently lifted the fingers on his chin and took Chen Luan forward.
The crow-feather eyelashes trembled, and the air and breathing froze.
The knuckles that landed on Jiang Xun's chest curled up in contradiction, wrinkling the small piece of fabric.
Just gentle pecks at first.
It gradually evolved into a tentative breath-holding test.
Jiang Xun was not in a hurry to rush in.
Instead, it is very patient, gentle and affectionate.
Until my breathing started to become disordered,
The back of my ears, which had turned red from the drunkenness, began to burn with a burning sensation.
The light above my head spread into a hazy warm mist, and my drunken head fell into soft chaos.
Jiang Xun then grasped Chen Luan's slowly softening fingers and pressed them against his own equally trembling chest.
The breath blends in the gradually warming space.
chase,
linger,
Time seems to slow down.
Flowing between gradually stagnant breaths.
Chen Luan was forced to retreat continuously as the young man's body pressed closer and closer. His increasingly heavy breathing forced him to raise his head to breathe, but he was captured by Jiang Xun again.
Until my back fell into another warm embrace.
A pair of arms came up from the waist and slowly tightened.
Chen Luanhun's mind cleared up for a moment as if a paint palette had been overturned. His heart began to beat wildly, and he immediately pushed Jiang Xun's shoulder:
“—No, stop… Ugh!”
"...Jiang Ling is here."
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