I feel so bad.
"I feel so awful."
18.
Cars in Chongming are not really suitable for parking downstairs in dormitory buildings.
Although there are many luxury cars on the Nanjing University campus, his car is quite famous on campus. Someone posted about this car on social media a while ago. There are no more than ten imported cars in Nanlu.
As evening fell, people came and went downstairs at the dormitory. Lan Jian dragged a 28-inch suitcase, intending to open the trunk herself as she had done last time. But Chongming didn't let the patient do it herself. Watching him stuff the suitcase, Lan Jian thought to herself, "I'll just hide in the trunk."
This time, Lan Jian suddenly refused to sit in the passenger seat. Chongming didn't make things difficult for her. He took a blanket from the storage drawer and handed it to the back. "The car is warm enough. Take off your coat, cover yourself with the blanket and take a nap. We'll be back soon."
Lan Jian, who had only been out of bed for a short while when the cold wind hit her, took the blanket. Suddenly, her nose felt a little sore. She remembered the argument she had with Guan Shaoxiao the day before, and the mutterings she had made to herself afterward.
Chongming's kindness to her was just like the meticulous care a brother would give to Meimei.
It's a pity Lan Jian doesn't have a biological brother, otherwise she really wants to know if there really is such a good brother in the world?
As I thought about it, the angry words I blurted out last night seemed to no longer hold any weight.
If Chongming truly considers her his sister, then getting married and becoming a real couple seems rather difficult for him.
Having achieved logical consistency, Meng Lanjian glanced at Chongming, who was focused on driving, and suddenly had an idea.
After returning home, Chongming put her suitcase in the master bedroom. While Lanjian was packing her clothes, he sat on the bed in his pajamas. He would lend her his help when she needed it, and when she didn't, he would lie down on the bed she had built a few days ago. His intention to neither live separately nor sleep in separate beds was straightforward and clear.
Chongming prepared cold medicine for Lanjian. Dinner was a healthy takeout meal brought back from downstairs. It was bland and tasteless, and Lanjian lost her appetite after taking two bites.
She ran to the sofa, curled up in a corner to watch TV. The large screen in Chongming was designed to meet his occasional gaming needs in the living room. It had a high resolution, and the saturation and contrast were adjusted to a comfortable level. Most importantly, all the pay-TV programs that Lan Jian wanted to watch were available.
Chongming was busy like a good stay-at-home husband, while Lanjian, who had already taken a shower, was dozing off on the comfortable and spacious sofa bed.
When she woke up again, it was already 11 p.m.
Chongming sat at the other end of the sofa, playing games on his phone horizontally.
Lan Jian knelt up and leaned closer to see what he was playing with.
Chongming carried a cool, refreshing scent, his hair falling obediently over his eyebrows. He wore a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and even with the heating on, Lan Jian felt a bit cold looking at him.
She wrapped herself in a thin blanket that had been placed over her at some point, and asked Chongming softly, "Aren't you cold?"
"I just took a shower, I'm fine." Chongming was focused on playing the game and didn't look at Lanjian, but he didn't forget to remind her, "Go take your medicine, there's hot water in the thermos."
Lan Jian got off the sofa, wrapped herself in a thin blanket, and wandered around. After taking her medicine, she returned to the sofa. Because of her cold, she was no longer aggressive and had no temper to argue with Chongming about what happened last night. She was obediently drinking her water when she heard Chongming call her name.
Chongming's game was over; he lost badly this round. His distracted mind had clearly led to his downfall. He gestured for Lanjian to come closer, "It's a bit cold, share some of the blanket with me."
Lan Jian obediently shared half of the blanket with Chongming, draping it over themselves shoulder to shoulder. Her heart raced, and her face flushed red to her ears. Chongming was much taller than her, so his shoulder was right next to Lan Jian's ear.
On the television screen, a deeply moving story of brother-sister affection unfolded. Even sitting side by side with Chongming, Lan Jian, watching from outside the screen, inexplicably felt as if she were in some kind of "German orthopedic" drama.
Meng Lanjian seemed to suddenly understand Chongming's awkwardness.
"What a strange feeling," she remarked.
"What's strange about it?" Chongming asked, watching TV and feigning indifference.
"The actors who play a couple don't have any chemistry; they're more like siblings."
How can you tell?
Chongming lowered his eyes, and Lanjian also raised his face. Their eyes met, and Lanjian hurriedly rested his head on Chongming's shoulder to avoid his gaze. "Like this."
"How do you feel when I lean against you?"
Chongming's shoulder muscles tensed instantly. Lan Jian naturally sensed this obvious movement. She tried to move away in disappointment, but Chongming noticed and quickly reached out to pull her head back onto his shoulder. He swallowed and answered Lan Jian's question seriously, "It is indeed a bit strange."
“I think so too. I feel that we are more like siblings than husband and wife.”
Chongming was amused by Lanjian's words, "You mean, even though we're husband and wife, we're more suited to be siblings?"
"No... no, but the feeling you give me is indeed..."
He looks a lot like his older brother.
“That’s because you’ve been cared for too little. So even if I’m just kind to everyone equally, it might still feel special to you.” He was well aware of Lan Jian’s dependence on Chong Ming. “Lan Jian, although we have a gentleman’s agreement not to make our marital relationship public in the lab, I’ve been working hard to learn how to treat my wife as a husband in private… I will do it as soon as possible.”
Lan Jian shrank back, lifted her head from Chongming's shoulder, and met his handsome profile with her stubborn and delicate face. She said somewhat indignantly, "I don't want to! I've changed my mind. I still want to retain that special feeling of being your junior sister."
“In the lab, you’re still my junior sister.” Chongming, oblivious to Lan Jian’s concerns, continued to play on her sensitive topics. “It can’t be like now, with just the two of us, and you still expect me to treat you like a sister, right? That wouldn’t be…”
"luanlun?"
Lan Jian dares to say anything.
Chongming caught a glimpse of her triumphant smile and realized he had fallen for her trick.
"Well done, Meng Lanjian!"
Even the mild-mannered Chongming was left speechless by Lan Jian's antics. He reached out and tickled Lan Jian, who nimbly bent backward.
Chongming leaned forward with her, and the two were pressed together in an instant.
We're all made of flesh and blood, so how come a girl's body is so soft?
Chongming wrapped his arms around Lanjian's slender waist. He only needed one hand to support himself, and he could hold Lanjian's entire body in his arms without any effort. His other hand, with its fingers spread, rested lightly on her waist, feeling her softness.
If he were to push her forward... Chongming closed his eyes, trying to control his wandering thoughts.
Lan Jian's hand remained firmly on Chongming's shoulder the entire time. The area where Chongming's arm was around her lower back was unbearably hot. Their breaths mingled, and their noses almost touched.
"Stop fooling around, you still have a cold." Chongming looked away and tried to lift Lanjian's body up. Lanjian's body was very light, and he lifted her up with one arm.
The moment Chongming picked her up, Lan Jian suddenly spread her legs, one leg reaching over Chongming's lower body and clamping around his waist.
After staring at Chongming for a few seconds, she gave up and plopped down between his legs.
The moment she sat down, she felt a power that was about to be unleashed.
His erect penis pressed against her buttocks. When she sat down, she pulled back, not pressing down with her full weight. But his penis, with an unyielding spirit, remained taut and pressed firmly against the gap between them.
It's like resisting, yet also like yielding.
This is Chongming's desire.
Having grasped this realization, Lan Jian let out a soft, coquettish moan, "Mmm..."
She dared not meet Chongming's gaze, because, feeling weak all over from the cold, she found comfort in his warmth. The tingling sensation from his touch on her lower body temporarily relieved the indescribable discomfort she felt after being sick. She buried her forehead in his neck and shoulder, her nose against his collarbone, and her soft breasts against his firm chest. "I feel so uncomfortable."
With her eyes closed, she could feel the rapid, pounding rhythm of his pulse.
Vibrant and lively.
He was completely different from the usually aloof and cold senior from Chongming.
Lan Jian sat down firmly on her buttocks—she had held back her strength in front, letting him push against her uncontrollably.
Her body slowly sank a little.
Chongming, who had been silent until now, let out a soft gasp.
Her soft, flower-like lips, through four layers of fabric, held his still-expanding member, which he tried to restrain.
The cleft of her buttocks pressed against the tip, while her labia loosely bit the base.
Chongming's arm around Lanjian began to tremble.
"Lanjian," Chongming suppressed his breathing, "Don't be like this, I'll carry you to your room and you'll get a good night's sleep, then you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
Just moments ago, she was curled up asleep on the sofa, looking as docile and peaceful as a cute little puppy. Chongming pretended to get water or go to the bathroom, passing by her several times. She was sleeping soundly, and her sleeping appearance was exceptionally touching. Once, Chongming couldn't resist any longer, so he squatted down and leaned over the edge of the sofa, carefully gazing at her sleeping face for a long time before getting up and returning to his side.
Why does the puppy become so clingy and affectionate after waking up?
Even Chongming, a person with exceptional composure, was almost unable to withstand the pressure.
"elder brother……"
The girl's weak, breathy voice, yet clear enunciation, sent a shiver down Chongming's spine. The taut string in his mind was easily snapped by Lan Jian's call of "brother."
Lust is like a torrent, overwhelming and surging.
She's really daring.
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