Chapter 14 Luo Yunjian "Don't be so naughty!"
"It hurts? Let's go find a doctor?" Zhao Yan struggled in front of Yong Shaolan's chest, but Yong Shaolan was able to restrain him with one hand so that he couldn't move.
Both of them were kneeling on the ground, their breathing filled with the smell of blood.
But there was more of the assassin's blood.
Zhao Yan was relentless and wanted to see Yong Shaolan's wound, but Yong Shaolan was like a piece of gummy bear. He didn't understand: "Why are you holding me...?"
"You smell so good," Yong Shaolan leaned forward slightly, nuzzling Zhao Yan's exposed white neck with the tip of his nose, like a greedy beast absorbing nutrients, "Don't move, I'll hold you for a while."
“…………”
People really want to laugh when they are speechless.
Zhao Yan stopped struggling and waited until Yong Shaolan relaxed. Then he broke free and grabbed his hand to check. He found that the man's wound had been bandaged.
Zhao Yan: "Ah... When did you bandage it?"
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing through his eyes: "...just now."
"You're going to scare me to death..."
Zhao Yan instantly lost his temper and sat down on the ground, his fair little face covered in cold sweat.
Zhao Yan raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and his hair stuck to his forehead: "It's all my fault... Hurry up and get up, let's go find a doctor!"
"After bandaging it, you have to apply medicine quickly."
"Well, it's troublesome." Yong Shaolan helped the young man up from the ground. At this time, the noodle stall owner who had just run away came back and packed up his silver.
Yong Shaolan let go of Zhao Yan's hand, walked over, and threw the remaining silver on him: "Tonight——"
"Don't worry, sir. I'm the most tight-lipped person in my entire body!"
"Oh, by the way, I can't accept this silver. Also...here's the recipe for my stew. Take it home and make it yourself. One ounce of silver can make enough stew to last you a month!"
"Little one, I will never sell powder here again!"
After saying that, the boss took out all the money he had swindled in the past few days, and then ran away with the remaining money.
Zhao Yan: “…”
Yong Shaolan quietly put the formula away and stuffed the silver into Zhao Yan's arms: "Let's go back to the inn. Xuan Ji has already gone after the remaining assassins."
Zhao Yan no longer cared about the assassin. "Stop talking, stop talking. Let's go find a doctor first."
…
Zhao Yan helped the man to the pharmacy in town, but it was late at night and the pharmacy had already closed.
Zhao Yan had no choice but to place Yong Shaolan on the steps beside the medicine hall. "Brother Lan, wait a minute. I'll go knock on the door."
Yong Shaolan has been on the Liaodong front for many years, and there are no telling how many knife wounds he has on his body. Moreover, those assassins were obviously just ordinary guards, and were no match for the assassins who tried to assassinate him last time. It was already an extraordinary performance that they could injure him.
Yong Shaolan, "Just get some medicine to stop the bleeding, otherwise the doctor in the pharmacy will alert the authorities."
"Okay, I understand..." Zhao Yan nodded. Brother Lan was right. If they alarmed the government and the officials and bandits colluded, they would be in greater danger and might even implicate the villagers of Qingshui Village.
Soon, Zhao Yan knocked on the door and said that someone in his family had fallen. He asked the doctor to get some hemostatic powder, and then he supported Yong Shaolan again: "Okay, let's go. I'll apply medicine for you when we get back."
As soon as Zhao Yan approached, a faint fragrance lingered in front of his nose. Perhaps because he had just used his internal energy, Yong Shaolan could no longer suppress the pain in his head. Only by getting closer to Zhao Yan and absorbing the body fragrance could he feel some relief.
Yong Shaolan gently placed his hand on the boy's waist, "Brother Shen, come closer."
"I know, I know..." Zhao Yan could feel the hand on his waist caressing him neither lightly nor heavily, but Brother Lan was injured for him, so what's wrong with wanting to hug him?
Anyway, I won’t infect him with homosexuality!
…
After returning to the room, Zhao Yan applied medicine to Yong Shaolan, only to find that the wound was more than ten centimeters long. He sprinkled a large bag of medicine powder on it to barely stop the bleeding.
Yong Shaolan took off one of his sleeves, and the young man applied medicine to him. He looked at the man with great concentration.
His eyes fell on the boy's tightly pursed lips again.
Yong Shaolan slid his throat and said, "Brother Shen."
Zhao Yan wrapped the gauze and looked up at the man who called him: "Hmm...?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Zhao Yan's hand trembled and he pulled the gauze. Yong Shaolan frowned: "It hurts me."
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Zhao Yan lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at the man's lustful gaze, and muttered softly: "Who, who told you to say these words..."
After that, Zhao Yan cut the gauze short, "Okay, okay, I'll send the scissors back, you can change your clothes."
"Well," Yong Shaolan changed his bloodstained clothes and called out to the boy who was walking towards the door: "Come back quickly."
Zhao Yan: “…”
She turned around and looked at the man sitting in front of the couch. Her charming double pupils squinted at him, as if he had promised to come back and kiss him: "Got it."
Zhao Yan went downstairs, returned the scissors to the waiter, and slowly returned to the room. Before opening the door, he subconsciously touched his mouth... It was not pleasant to touch at all, and they were all men, so what was there to kiss?
Gay men are so scary!
Pushing the door open, Yong Shaolan was changing clothes with his back to him. Zhao Yan walked in, bolted the door behind him, and then walked to the bed: "I, I'm back."
"Well," Yong Shaolan fastened his belt, raised his hand and grabbed the young man standing in front of the couch, pulling him into his arms, "You locked the door."
"Can I kiss you now?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
The scorching embrace was like a red-hot iron wall, holding him tightly within. Zhao Yan turned his face awkwardly, not knowing how to react, when the man suddenly leaned over and gently scratched his earlobe with the tip of his nose.
The delicate and dense touch caused the young man to break out in a thin layer of sweat.
"Kiss, kiss me..." Zhao Yan closed her eyes, pouted her lips, and raised her chin towards the man.
Yong Shaolan: “…………”
Zhao Yan was determined to give it a try. Just kiss him. Brother Lan saved him and he just wanted to kiss him. There was no reason for him to feel awkward.
However, for a long time, all I could feel was heavy breathing.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Zhao Yan's spiritual world gradually collapsed!
He is going to be kissed by a man!
As a result, what landed on his lips was indeed a rough and slightly cool finger knuckle, which brushed lightly, pried open the lip flesh, passed over his teeth, and then retracted. The sensitive touch made the boy's mind go blank.
Play with his mouth?
Yong Shaolan twisted his fingertips and looked at the boy with round almond eyes, "You don't want to."
"Then I won't kiss you."
"I don't want you to feel wronged."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
Sick!!!
If you want to kiss, just kiss. Why do you have to get his consent?
On purpose? Iced tea?
Zhao Yan raised his sleeve and wiped his lips. "If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again... Think it over."
"Well," Yong Shaolan turned his back to tidy up the bedding and placed a pillow between the two of them: "I am a homosexual, don't infect Brother Shen."
Zhao Yan smelled a faint scent of tea.
"Well, let's go to sleep," Zhao Yan said, and then he quickly climbed onto the bed, curled up his whole body in the quilt, not even exposing his head.
After a while, there was a rustling sound beside me. It should be the man going to bed.
The lights were blown out and the room gradually became quiet.
Zhao Yan poked his head out again and turned around. A pair of golden eyes were staring at him: "…………"
The man called him: “Brother Shen, my wound hurts a little.”
Zhao Yan sighed, "Brother Lan."
Yong Shaolan: "Hmm? Something to say?"
have.
Zhao Yan decided to talk to him about his views on love
"I'm not promiscuous," Zhao Yan thought about his first love that he had once fantasized about... Ever since he traveled through time, all his beautiful visions of college had turned into bubbles.
In fact, he said that he liked girls, but he knew that he had the setting of a unicorn, and he was destined not to live his life in this world like an ordinary person.
He thought that his father would use him for a marriage, but his mother promised that she would not do that; he also thought that perhaps he would stay in Yujing and become an idle prince, marrying a meritorious person in Yujing, and maybe even bearing children for that person; or maybe he would be unable to change his fate and end up becoming the regent's concubine?
In short, he never thought that anything would happen between him and a man he met halfway.
But Zhao Yan still likes being with Brother Lan. Who else would he be with? Good brothers can drink and play cards together, and Brother Lan is really different from some stinky men!
Zhao Yan bit his lips tightly and struggled for a long time before slowly saying, "If you provoke me... you will have to take responsibility. My mother might find out and ask you to marry into my family. Of course, you might not even be able to be my wife, and you can only be a concubine."
Zhao Yan stammered, "Anyway, if you kiss me, you're done!"
If anything happened between them, the Queen Mother would not blame him if she knew, and it should not be difficult for him to marry Brother Lan.
In the future, he will still work hard to change his destiny. Even if... he really cannot escape, he can slowly give all his property to Brother Lan to ensure his safety throughout his life.
He wanted Brother Lan to know that money is the best tonic! A great tonic!
Zhao Yan finished speaking in one go and then gave the man the right to choose.
That’s right, either get married or don’t tease him!
Upon hearing this, Yong Shaolan took a moment to react before realizing that the young man wanted to marry him?
It's unexpected.
Yong Shaolan leaned forward, leaning against Zhao Yan, and placed his fingertips on the corner of the boy's lips: "Brother Shen, are you going to marry me?"
Zhao Yan knocked away Yong Shaolan's hand that was on the corner of his lips and turned away without looking at him: "What's the matter? I've already told you, my family is powerful and influential. You won't suffer any loss if you marry me!"
Anyway, he will marry a man, it doesn't matter if it's early or late. Although he can't accept men for the time being, he likes the life in Qingshui Village and his good friend Brother Lan.
If I can have him by my side for the rest of my life, it doesn’t matter if I endure a little bit of hardship and just kiss a man!
"Yes." Yong Shaolan held the boy's wrist, then raised it up, clasped his palm, placed it on his lips, and gently sucked on the boy's knuckles and licked them: "Brother Shen, I do."
"Marry you."
Zhao Yan looked at his wet fingers and said, "!!!"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Can! Can! Can! Don't! Be! Flirtatious!
The author has something to say:
----------------------
Jie Zhang left his claws and there are red envelopes [cat claws]~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com