Chapter 67 Chapter 67: On the Edge of Losing Control
The warmth transmitted from the back through the fabric of the clothes seemed to drag Chen Luan into a warm ocean current. The arms gathered at the waist were like anchors sinking to the bottom of the water, holding him firmly.
The panicked heartbeat made the eardrums buzz.
The wrist that was pushing Jiang Xun away was easily turned back and pulled back, and the palm was pressed against Jiang Xun's cheek, and the breath blew on the edge of the palm.
Jiang Xun used some force to press his fingertips on the surging pulse, and the tip of his nose almost touched the side of Chen Luan's neck that was forced to be exposed when she tilted her head back to avoid his breath.
A scorching smile with a scalding breath fell on the crimson mole, and a low, hoarse voice rolled into the eardrum:
"What's wrong? Are you afraid he'll see it?"
His drunken vision was shaking, and even Jiang Xun's face, which was so close to him, began to become out of focus in the melting light.
There was a slight tingling sensation on the inside of my wrist, and at the same time, a soft touch fell there.
"But brother, your heartbeat is so fast and your breathing is so irregular."
"Do you think he heard it?"
……wrong.
wrong.
Chen Luan shook his head and struggled.
It felt like my chest was burning like a sea of fire, with boiling blood flowing upwards, steaming my ears red.
But the warmth against his back was fluctuating, and the arms tightened, not only not giving him a chance to escape, but pressing down on him even harder.
The warm breath brushed past Chen Luan's reddened earlobes, "What are you moving around for?"
A soft laugh entered my eardrums along with my breath. "You were the one who put yourself in my arms, Chen Luan. Now you want to run away again. Did you ask me if I agreed?"
...Nonsense!
no!
No!
His chaotic thoughts were further confused by these false accusations, and his vision became even more dizzy.
The fumes of alcohol almost filled his eye sockets, burning a red tint at the corners of his misty eyes.
The rosy corners of the lips were rubbed by the warm fingertips, and then moved downwards, grasping the chin that still had some wet wine stains and tilted it to the side where the sound came from, and breathing in.
Unlike the fierce bite last time, it was just a light taste between the breaths, and then it retreated a little amidst Chen Luan's rejection.
The breath between his words mixed with Chen Luan's own breathing, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice:
"Chen Luan, don't be too partial. If he can do it, why can't I?"
His unfocused eyes wandered around in dizziness, and Chen Luan frowned.
……no.
I don't.
But as the fermentation of alcohol spread and the mist wrapped around the strings of thought, the brain, which was too dull to function, did not have time to come up with an answer, and the voice sounded again:
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as my consent."
Then his breath was robbed again, and the light around him suddenly became dimmer.
Soft and tender to the touch.
A blend of scalding and burning.
Time seemed to be suddenly stretched into an arc, stumbling into a weightless, dim silence.
Only the roar of an overloaded heart and the increasingly unstable breathing sound lingered in my ears.
Every inch of space is filled with ambiguous entanglements and tenderness.
The fabric of the clothes was soaked into a cool layer by the wine that was splashed on it, and then evaporated by the increasingly high temperature on the skin.
Wetly clinging and caressing.
I don't know when the corner of her clothes was rubbed out, and the arc of her waist could be vaguely seen.
In the warm and dim ambiguous light, it looks like a piece of warm jade.
There is temperature posted up.
The tiny electric current moved and ran wildly along the surface of the skin on the fingertips as they climbed up, causing even more chaotic heartbeats and breathing sounds.
But the air was trapped, blocked by warmth and discomfort.
Unconscious groans flowed out from the gaps, like setting a fire among the pheromones that were rampant in the air.
So it burns.
spread.
overturned.
Disintegration.
The warmth of his fingertips slowly unbuttoned the soaked shirt at a numbing rhythm, moving up cruelly along the violently heaving chest, stopping at the depression of the collarbone, and then falling on the side of the neck, feeling the rhythm of the arteries beating under the skin with the rushing blood.
Jiang Xun's gaze uncontrollably stayed on the scorching red mole swaying in the dim light.
Like a burning spark.
The breath came down, covering the flame.
Almost immediately, a panicked gasp echoed in my ears.
The air melted, and the increasingly high temperature mixed with the smell of alcohol was steaming, carrying two completely different scents that collided around Chen Luan, intertwining and competing on his skin.
There is an abyss before us,
There is a cliff behind.
His fingers followed the rise and fall of his breathing and fell to his waist.
There is nowhere to retreat,
There is no escape.
The metal buckle snapped with a slight "ding" sound.
Jiang Xun pinched Chen Luan's chin and forcibly caught his gaze, which had already melted into a wet mist.
The clear voice was also a little hoarse, and a tide of passion surged in the dark golden eyes.
The fingertips rolled heavily across the corners of the lips.
"Look at me, Chen Luan."
"Besides kissing you, did he do anything else that day?"
But his vision was shaking as if he had fallen into a kaleidoscope, and his thoughts, as heavy as wet cotton wool, made it impossible for him to think. The tip of his numb tongue pressed against his teeth, and apart from his increasingly rapid breathing, he could not utter a single syllable.
The subtle sound of the zipper was drowned out by the louder heartbeats and increasingly rapid breathing.
What?
who?
do what?
Chen Luan's head had become a ball of white fog and there was nothing in it.
All that remained was the chaotic tide that continued to burn up after the alcohol evaporated.
With some malice, his fingertips gently brushed against the undulating curves under the open collar, causing a slight shudder.
Another voice fell from the side of my ear, with a smile:
"Are you shaking already, brother?"
"I haven't started yet."
The next second, the fish swimming offshore jumped in fright at the warm air, but were suppressed by an even stronger force.
The tide is rising,
Heartbeat surges,
thumping sound.
The warmth of the thin callus caused by long-term training was covered through the thin fabric.
Then stroke along the edge and under the fabric.
A light voice with a chuckle fell one sentence at a time beside the rumbling ears, reverberating into vague yet clear syllables:
"Chen Luan——"
"You're much more sensitive than I thought."
A tingling numbness that makes your scalp tingle runs up from the tailbone along the blood vessels.
The corners of the gray eyes were wet with water marks, burning with a hint of red.
Chen Luan clenched the broken sound that was about to come out, but the next second, warm fingertips pried open the teeth.
Press your fingertips onto the soft surface of your tongue.
"elder brother."
"Don't bite."
The smell of tequila and the scent of cedar amber in the air ignited into a burning fire around Chen Luan.
Imprisonment,
Burns,
Tighten,
entanglement.
Until a sound similar to sobbing came out of Chen Luan's thirsty throat.
The arms around the waist were tightened, and the warm breath fell on the hot and soft back of the neck.
"Did he mark you?"
"Then I want one too."
The tips of the teeth sank in, and pheromones surged in the blood.
Stall,
imbalance,
Loss of discipline.
Then the boiling spring that had been forcibly suppressed finally rolled over and overflowed again, and the end of the remaining red eyes was moistened with a watery color.
The limp body fell into a warm embrace.
The wind quietly flowed into the warm and steaming space along with the moonlight that spread through the window.
Jiang Xun lowered his eyes to look at Chen Luan's somewhat dilated pupils, and gave him a gentle kiss on the corner of his forehead.
There was a mischievous smile in his voice:
"elder brother."
"You made me dirty..."
"What can I do?"
No response.
Under the dual disturbance of steaming drunkenness and pheromones flying everywhere, Chen Luan no longer had the strength to respond to anything.
Only his mind, which was countless beats slow to react, struggled for half a second before he finally realized what had just happened. His knuckles, which hung limply at his sides, curled up uncontrollably.
But finally, he closed his eyes in the dizziness that came over him and fell into darkness and unconsciousness.
Until the cold and almost temperatureless November morning light spread across the gray streets, the increasingly loud ringing of the bedside alarm clock was extinguished by a hand that stretched out from the warm quilt with a bit of laziness.
The room was bathed in a gray-blue, stagnant skylight, and a subtle chill silently seeped in through the window cracks.
Chen Luan opened his eyes hazily. The warmth in the quilt dissipated a little as he raised his hand to turn off the alarm clock, and a chill squeezed in.
His body still tingled with fatigue, Chen Luan propped himself up and slowly sat up. He subconsciously touched the slightly tingling skin on the back of his neck, but felt a small raised red swelling.
The fingertips paused in place for a moment.
The bubbles blocking my blank mind were dispersed and shattered as the cool morning air rushed in.
The tide of memories came flooding back.
Soft invitation.
The sound of ice cubes clinking in the wine glass.
The cold wine flowed between the lips and tongue.
……Then what?
Forehead, eyelids, tip of nose... gradually moving towards a feather-like kiss on the lips.
Is it annoying?
Chen Luan slowly frowned, recalling his silence, which seemed like a kind of tacit consent.
The subsequent scenes are messy and fragmented.
There is a warm hug from behind,
There was a kiss so passionate that it made my breathing disordered.
The soaked clothes clung to the skin on my chest.
But it was clearly not cold. When I recalled it, the touch felt only hot.
Hot breath,
Rapid breathing,
The tiny shivers caused by fingertips brushing against skin.
until--
Chen Luan's breathing suddenly stagnated, his pupils constricted, his knuckles suddenly curled up and clenched into his palms, and the protruding bone points exuded a trace of white caused by the force.
My heart started beating wildly.
Crazy.
——It’s fake, right?
Chen Luan's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
The clothes on my body have been changed into dry and clean pajamas.
The refreshing scent of green apple-scented shower gel lingers on my skin.
The skin under the back of my neck still ached slightly, and the glands had a familiar, stagnant, swollen feeling that remained after being marked.
Everything represented the loss of control that had indeed occurred last night.
That was not a dream.
The gurgling sound of a boiling kettle came from the living room, then was stopped by a soft "drip" sound, followed by the reverberation of water pouring into a cup.
There was a knock on the door.
Chen Luan looked up.
The young alpha came in with a cup of steaming warm water in his hand. Under Chen Luan's stiff gaze, he leaned over very naturally, kissed his cheek lightly, and tilted his eyes towards him:
"Good morning, brother."
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