Chapter 23 Lucid Dreams “Those are his clothes.”
Chapter.Twenty-three
“Dongdong——”
It was the sound of heavy objects being smashed.
The sound of the wind outside the window kept hitting the sturdy glass window, leaving a pool of sticky water stains.
Chen Qiudu's dark pupils were embedded in his eye sockets, staring silently ahead, his thin lips slightly parted, letting out a heavy gasp.
For a moment, he was distracted and didn't know whether it was the rain or the tears that were naturally bursting out of his eyes that made the world blurry.
Chen Qiudu wished he could melt his entire body into Wen Jiangchu's mattress, which was filled with the scent of Dianthus chinensis.
He curled up his arms and legs slightly and lay on the side where Wen Jiangchu usually slept, which even had a dent in it.
Unfortunately, no matter how Chen Qiudu moved his body, he still couldn't completely cover the dent, and there was even a whole piece missing on the top of his head.
Just like even if Wen Jiangchu is not there, his shadow will always exist under Chen Qiudu, and he will never be able to get rid of it.
But now Chen Qiudu was completely unaware that anything was wrong, and he just indulged in feeling the pheromones filling every inch of his skin.
Chen Qiudu buried his face completely in Wen Jiangchu's quilt, again and again, feeling the sense of control being suddenly taken away when his breath was plundered to the extreme of death.
Chen Qiudu was glad that he was lucky. Wen Jiangchu seemed to have left the house for an urgent matter, so he could vent his desires that had been suppressed for a long time.
But while his desires were satisfied to the extreme, a huge sense of emptiness and decadence enveloped Shen Qiudu's heart. His chest was bulging, but there was nothing solid filling it.
Chen Qiudu grew increasingly dissatisfied, yet he also felt an immense dislike for this sense of betrayal. In his eyes, everything he was doing was no different from self-degradation.
Chen Qiudu helplessly let his body sink into this depravity. He rubbed his cheek lightly against Wen Jiangchu's quilt, holding it tightly with his arms.
Wen Jiangchu was using a black and gray quilt cover. If one looked from the doorway, the fair skin of Chen Qiudu's exposed skin was enough to give people a huge visual impact. Even the quilt cover buried his face left a small water stain.
Fortunately, Wen Jiangchu would not suddenly break into the house.
But it was not enough, absolutely not enough. The psychological desire was satisfied, but the desire of the glands at the back of the neck was aroused even more intensely. In addition, the missing part kept clamoring, hoping to be filled and completely possessed.
Pain and pleasure were like two scorching waves that kept alternating to dominate Chen Qiudu's body. His body became tense again, and in the quiet night, Chen Qiudu moaned subconsciously.
"Hmm...the temperature has just dropped..."
When Chen Qiudu heard himself calling out Wen Jiangchu's name, his mind went blank for a moment. The intense panic and chillness woke him up like cold water.
No, he couldn't do that, couldn't let those who wanted to see him sink into oblivion have their wish come true.
If he wants to stop all this, there must be a way.
Shen Qiudu forcibly took back control of his body, propped up his body which was already so sore and limp, and glanced around anxiously, trying to find anything that could provide help.
Finally, he set his sights on the wardrobe, which was shrouded in shadows to the point of being invisible.
That was the place Chen Qiudu would choose in the slums whenever he was in estrus.
The wardrobe at that time was small and damp, and even because of its age, there was a faint smell of mildew and rust in the corners. However, that place that was despised by everyone became a good medicine for Chen Qiudu to suppress his estrus.
But at that time, there was no pheromone that was enough to drive Shen Qiudu crazy to this extent.
But if the estrus period lasts to the point where Chen Qiudu is no longer able to resist, he will choose to take inhibitors, lock himself in the closet, ask his mother to lock the closet door, and endure that period by himself.
So, Chen Qiudu tried his best to stay awake and moved his body little by little to the wardrobe, but unfortunately his legs were unable to support him and he was forced to fall to the ground.
However, Chen Qiudu was lucky. Wen Jiangchu had placed a soft and sturdy carpet beside the bed at some point, which was enough to support Chen Qiudu's body.
When he reached out his arm and touched the closet switch, his shaky heart finally settled. Chen Qiudu bit his breath, tucked his frail body into the closet, and closed the door completely.
Wen Jiangchu has his own dressing room. It seems that this wardrobe is not often used. Only a few home clothes that he often changes are hung on it. The pheromone concentration of Qu Mai is not high, but it should be enough for Chen Qiudu to survive by imitating the way he did in the slums.
Chen Qiudu leaned his head against the hard inner wall, his body trembling slightly due to lack of satisfaction, so he had to hug himself tightly.
Although the wardrobe outside was not locked, Shen Qiudu was unable to open the wardrobe door with his current strength.
In order to make himself feel a little better, Chen Qiudu decided to pull off Wen Jiangchu's clothes and pile them up beside him, just like a baby bird choosing its favorite branch to build its nest.
Anyway, Wen Jiangchu is so rich, he shouldn’t care about such a small thing, right?
The clothes were hung very low, and Chen Qiudu could reach the corners of the clothes by just raising his phone slightly. He first put one piece in his arms, and then placed the rest on both sides of his body.
Everything went smoothly.
Until his hand reached out to the dark shirt that Wen Jiangchu had deliberately placed in the corner.
The texture he could feel by touch was completely different from the previous ones. Chen Qiudu hesitantly brought the dress in front of him and sniffed it.
Yes, it is indeed the smell of Wenjiangchu's pheromone.
But what is very suspicious is that the degree of its flavor is much stronger than the other pieces, and it is not just more, it can be said to be pungent.
There is only one possibility, that is, Wen Jiangchu wears this clothes or carries it with him to sleep almost every night.
An indescribable emotion surged in his heart, and Chen Qiudu's face suddenly became gloomy. Judging from the material or size of this clothes, it would not be Wen Jiangchu's.
Chen Qiudu wanted to see whose clothes he missed so much every night and didn't want to be separated from them for even a moment?
He unfolded the clothes completely, and when his eyes fell on the embroidery pattern on the left side of the shirt, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Chen Qiudu's blood instantly froze, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to confirm again and again in disbelief, but the answer kept magnifying in his mind.
This piece of clothing was the one that Chen Qiudu mentioned Wen Jiangchu had replaced when he was first rescued by him.
The scent of trumpet creeper on the clothes was almost aggressively occupied by the dianthus fragrans, making it particularly bland.
But when he asked Wen Jiangchu at that time, the answer he got was that the material of the clothes was not good and they became smaller after washing and drying. Wen Jiangchu also took the opportunity to give him a few new clothes.
So the washing out of water is fake, the shrinking is also fake, the fact that he has been hiding it by his side is real.
Inside the empty and dim closet, Shen Qiudu could only hear the increasingly ridiculous beating of his heart, but time did not give him a chance to breathe.
In the blur, he seemed to hear hurried footsteps.
Someone went upstairs.
And, rushing towards his location.
The speed was getting faster and the footsteps were getting more hurried.
Chen Qiudu heard the last sound clearly. It was the sound of the door being pushed open.
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