Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Then I want it too
There was a silence in the air.
Jiang Xun was leaning on Chen Luan for an IV drip, and Chen Luan was unable to free himself.
He looked at Jiang Ling, who was eight feet away from him and was sure that he could not hit him, and was speechless. "Your brother has a fever, and you have a fever too? Doesn't the heavy snow outside clear your mind?"
The latter put his hands in his pockets and looked left and right, touching the wall and the cabinet, but he didn't look Chen Luan in the eye: "What are you talking about? What's wrong with me?"
It seemed as if the one who took the opportunity to attack just now was not him but just an illusion created by Chen Luan after falling into a deep sleep.
Chen Luan: ...
never mind.
Seeing that Chen Luan didn't seem angry and didn't want to pursue the matter, Jiang Ling came closer with squinted eyes and tentatively hugged Chen Luan from behind.
The cold wind and snow enveloped the young man, and his red, frozen fingertips passed by Chen Luan's eyelids, slipped under the down jacket covering his legs, groped for his waist, and hugged him loosely.
"Chen Luan, you're so warm."
The voice came from the side of her ear. Jiang Ling rested her chin on Chen Luan's shoulder, her cold face pressed against Chen Luan's earlobe, and she rubbed Chen Luan's cheek with her cold red nose. "I'm almost frozen to death outside. Can you hold me for a while to warm me up?"
Chen Luan looked at the remaining snow particles on Jiang Ling's body, and the lunch box on the low cabinet still steaming. Finally, he raised his hand and squeezed Jiang Ling's cold fingertips. "You can only hug me, nothing else. Do you understand?"
Jiang Ling's eyes immediately curved into crescents after receiving Chen Luan's agreement. He tightened his arms a little, and rubbed his head happily against Chen Luan's shoulder. "I know, I know."
The furry stubble rubbed against the side of his neck itchyly.
Chen Luan raised his hand and held Jiang Ling's shaking head: "... Stop rubbing, it's itchy."
How come it's like a big dog?
"oh."
Jiang Ling rested her chin on Chen Luan's shoulder and became obedient as she smelled the warm scent on Chen Luan's body.
But this silence only lasted for less than a minute, and the hand around the waist began to become restless again.
The cold fingertips began to gently trace the muscle curves of Chen Luan's waist and abdomen through the soft base shirt, intentionally or unintentionally.
The slight tickling sensation made Chen Luan's body stiffen. He immediately raised his hand and pinched Jiang Ling's fingertips, looking at him coldly with half-closed eyes: "Jiang Ling."
The next second, the cold fingertips in the palm of my hand moved.
Jiang Ling turned her head to look into Chen Luan's eyes and tilted her head: "Hmm?"
But he used his thumb to push open the soft flesh under Chen Luan's tiger's mouth, and the freed fingertips ambiguously stroked the skin on Chen Luan's palm, and then slowly groped along the lines on the palm to find the gap between Chen Luan's fingers that were forced to open, and then forcefully inserted them into it, and then clenched it.
Fingers interlocked.
The palms of their hands were pressed together without reservation. Jiang Ling's cold fingertips pressed against the protruding bones on the back of Chen Luan's hand, and the tip of her thumb gently stroked the edge of Chen Luan's knuckles.
The touch of the hands seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. Chen Luan could almost feel someone's blood surging between the two people's tightly clasped palms.
My breathing became uncontrollable and I caught it.
The boy's warm breath fell on the sensitive side of his ear, and his cool nose rubbed against Chen Luan's earlobe: "What's wrong? What do you want me to do?"
As he spoke, his lips almost touched Chen Luan's earlobe.
My heart beat faster.
Chen Luan immediately dodged back to avoid the breathing next to his ear, his Adam's apple rolled, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard in the space.
Perhaps the movement was a little too big and woke Jiang Xun up.
The arm that was loosely draped over Chen Luan slowly tightened, and the light and soft breathing in his arms became heavier. The furry head rubbed against Chen Luan's arms. Only then did Jiang Xun rub his slightly moist eyes hazily and open his eyelashes: "...Um, brother?"
Chen Luan raised his hand and ruffled Jiang Xun's hair, then looked down at him: "Did I wake you up? Jiang Ling brought lunch."
The clothes covering his body slipped down a little during the movement.
"Hmm..." Jiang Xun rubbed his cheek against Chen Luan's shoulder, but his lowered gaze paused.
The light amber eyes narrowed slightly, and the smell of tequila filled the air.
"you--"
Chen Luan followed Jiang Xun's gaze.
It was his hand and Jiang Ling's hand interlocked.
His heart pounded twice, and Chen Luan felt inexplicably embarrassed as if he had been caught red-handed. He tried to pull his hand away immediately, but Jiang Ling held him even tighter.
A low laugh echoed along the body next to him, accompanied by the vibration of his chest. "Don't move, Chen Luan. My hands are so cold. What's wrong with warming them up for me?"
“…”
Chen Luan was almost amused by Jiang Ling's roguery: "Then your hand-warming posture is quite unique. There's a public microwave in the lobby outside. If all else fails, you can put your hands in there and let them warm up. Wouldn't that warm them up faster than with me?"
He took some effort to pull his hand out, pressed Jiang Ling's chest and pushed him away: "Go get your brother some food."
The latter reluctantly said "Oh" and came back with the lunch box. He hooked the handle of the lunch box on his finger, bent down and leaned over, and then curled the corners of his lips to chase Chen Luan's eyes: "It's snowing so hard, I came all the way here to bring you two lunches. Don't you want a reward?"
Chen Luan glanced at him, stretched out one of his long legs to hook the low cabinet next to him, took the lunch box from Jiang Ling's hand and opened it: "The fact that I didn't beat you just now is already a reward."
Considering that Jiang Xun was still sick, the lunch Jiang Ling brought was very light.
While Chen Luan finished his meal and went to the water room to get some water, Jiang Ling clung to Chen Luan to keep warm, and her arms groped around Chen Luan's waist.
"Don't you have classes this afternoon? I remember this class was about environmental surveys of contaminated areas."
Chen Luan held the water cup in one hand and pinched Jiang Ling's fingers, which had warmed up and were obviously making trouble, with the other hand, and threw him out: "Don't you guys secretly call Teacher He a grumpy Chihuahua? I'll see what you'll do if you're late."
The latter shamelessly approached from behind and playfully put his arm around Chen Luan's shoulders, "I just said I was delivering something to Teacher Chen and was delayed for a while."
As he spoke, he regained his breath.
"If you can't wait to go to the orthopedics department this afternoon," Chen Luan put his elbow against Jiang Ling's throat, took a sip of warm water, and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Then go ahead."
Jiang Ling recalled the last time he asked for a kiss and was thrown onto the table by Chen Luan. He was still unable to recover for a long time: "..."
"Then let me hold you for a little longer, just for a little while." Jiang Ling nudged Chen Luan's head with his forehead. "It's too cold outside. I don't want to go out so early."
He looked into Chen Luan's eyes, his light amber pupils twinkling: "Please, good brother. Hmm?"
The soft "good brother" whispered next to his ear made Chen Luan's scalp numb.
Chen Luan: “…”
He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, glared at Jiang Ling and sneered: "You only call me brother when you beg me, right? I would be happier if you were willing to call me brother at other times."
Jiang Ling ignored the sarcasm in Chen Luan's tone and cheerfully tightened her arms, "If you didn't refuse, that means you agree. You can't throw me again. Last time you threw me, I was bruised for several days, and you didn't even compensate me."
"Compensate you?" Chen Luan put down the cup in his hand, curling his lips and revealing half of his fangs. "Sure, I see you signed up for Mr. Liang's martial arts class, so I'll compensate you by going to the fighting training room to fight, okay?"
Jiang Ling: “…”
Oh no, we haven’t even started any class yet. Should I go and beat Chen Luan unilaterally?
By then, it might not just be bruised and blue, but might be covered in patches here and there.
"How do you know?"
Chen Luan laughed: "Liang Yue even confronted me, asking why you two didn't study with me and chose his class instead."
He raised his hand, pinched Jiang Ling's cheek and shook it. "So why is that, Jiang Ling?"
Jiang Ling turned her eyes away and whispered, "You haven't opened the course selection system yet."
"Do you think you can still grab a spot if I really open the course selection?"
Chen Luan chuckled and tapped Jiang Ling's forehead with his finger: "Now that you've made your choice, focus on learning from Liang Yue. I'll teach you some moves when I have time."
"Then who's better, you or him?"
Chen Luan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then raised the corners of his lips and said, "Guess?"
As he spoke, he tried to pry Jiang Ling's fingers from her waist: "Alright, it's time. If we don't leave now, we'll be late."
"Then give me a kiss."
"? No, forget it."
"A kiss on the cheek."
"That won't work either."
"Please."
"It's no use begging me, get out of here."
"I don't want to listen to that bastard's chanting."
As he said that, he turned Chen Luan's chin and kissed him loudly on the side of his face, and curved his eyes: "Put a stamp on it~"
"...How old are you? Are you childish?" Chen Luan pressed the blue vein on his forehead, tore Jiang Ling off his body and kicked him in the butt: "Alright, get out of here."
"Okay."
Watching the young alpha's jogging figure slowly disappear in the flying snow, Chen Luan stood there for a few seconds holding the water cup, and finally shook his head and walked towards the infusion room.
A light laugh echoed in the corridor.
"Little bastard."
When Jiang Xun returned to the infusion room, his infusion bottle was almost empty.
Chen Luan called the nurse on duty to remove the needle and handed Jiang Xun the warm water he had prepared. "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
He placed the back of his hand on Jiang Xun's forehead and the other hand on his own. Chen Luan felt it for a moment and said, "Seems, okay?"
"You can't feel it like this, brother."
The next second, Chen Luan's collar was grabbed by a hand with medical tape still on it and pulled down.
Their foreheads touched, their noses almost touched, and even their breathing was entangled in the air.
Chen Luan subconsciously held his breath.
The pair of light amber eyes that were so close to him curved, and his warm breath fell on his lips as he spoke: "How about feeling it now?"
“…”
Chen Luan froze for two seconds before he uncomfortably leaned against the wall behind Jiang Xun and sat down to the side. A slight reddening appeared behind his ears. "...It seems the fever has subsided."
I have no idea whether Jiang Xun's forehead temperature is higher than mine.
My mind was filled with Jiang Xun's smiling eyes.
"Has Jiang Ling returned?"
Chen Luan took a sip of water and said, "Yeah, I just left."
"What did he just do?"
The scent of tequila spread in the air and rushed towards Chen Luan.
Chen Luan raised his head: "Hmm?"
A pair of arms climbed up to his waist, and Jiang Xun hugged Chen Luan to look him in the eye. Before Chen Luan could blink, they dropped back down again, his tone a little aggrieved: "You smell like him... all over, brother."
The fingers holding the cup stiffened for a moment.
"...No. I just hugged her."
The cup was taken away and put aside. Jiang Xun caught Chen Luan's eyes trying to dodge and climbed up with his fingers.
Before Chen Luan could escape, warm fingertips penetrated between his fingers and clasped them tightly.
The warmth from their palms touching each other felt like it was going to burn Chen Luan.
Jiang Xun simply leaned forward, holding that hand, and curled his lips: "Whatever he has, I want to have too."
"That's only fair."
Chen Luan: “…”
He began to understand why many families with twins would buy two identical copies of everything.
Because if there is even the slightest difference, there will definitely be a quarrel.
"Well, is there anything else he has that I don't?"
Jiang Xun lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Seeing Chen Luan's eyes dodging unnaturally, the smile on the corner of his lips widened a little: "Then there is."
"Did he kiss you secretly while I was asleep?"
Chen Luan: “…”
You two really don't have to know each other to this extent, right?
"Then I want one too."
Breathe closer.
Jiang Xun intertwined his fingers with one of his hands, so Chen Luan had no choice but to raise his other hand to block it. He sighed and said, "I'm your brother, Jiang Xun. I was asleep at that time, too."
"No, Mr. Chen."
The wrists across his chest were grabbed and pulled apart. The pair of eyes that were already close to him curved, raven-feather eyelashes drooped, and his gaze fell on Chen Luan's lips that were opening and closing. "You said that we should call him Teacher Chen at school."
Chen Luan: ...
Is it enough to just call the teacher?
This is even weirder, isn’t it?
The breath was getting closer and closer, and Chen Luan backed away until the back of his head rested against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.
Jiang Xun's breath had already fallen on his lips.
He subconsciously lowered his eyes and held his breath.
But Jiang Xun's soft lips finally landed lightly on the side of Chen Luan's cheek.
A soft laugh sounded beside my ear.
"I'm still sick and I'm afraid of infecting you."
"So, I'll owe you this time."
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