Chapter 35
Drops of water hit the glass, making a tinkling sound. Song Youran lifted the quilt and quietly walked to the door.
The room was pitch black and it was impossible to tell whether Wen Chu was asleep or not.
He went to the bathroom and pretended to urinate in order to turn on the light to illuminate someone in the hall.
If human pupils could glow in the dark, Song Youran would pounce on someone and beat him up without hesitation.
It's scary to stay awake in the middle of the night with your eyes open!
Wen Chu stuck his head out from under the quilt, his eyes longingly staring at Song Youran as she came out of her hands.
"Why don't you sleep?" Song Youran lowered her voice.
Wen Chu didn't say anything, just used his eyes to act coquettishly.
The effect was surprisingly good. Song Youran had difficulty breathing, so she walked forward, bent down, and put her hand into the quilt.
Before he could ask anything, Wen Chu gathered the quilt around him, shivering and saying, "It's cold."
"What month is it? You're cold as hell!"
Song Youran remembered that this person insisted on covering himself with a quilt even in the summer, so he lifted the quilt and crawled in.
The limbs automatically wrapped around her, Song Youran hugged the person in her arms, and kissed him tenderly with her lips.
After kissing for a while, Song Youran went to the bathroom and took out a box of Xie Dong's body lotion.
Wen Chu groaned: "It hurts..."
Song Youran pulled out her fingers, which were covered in lotion, and said, "Don't go too far!"
Wen Chu admitted his mistake honestly: "I don't feel any pain anymore, you continue."
The light leaking from the bathroom door illuminated Wen Chu's flushed face. His wet eyelashes trembled weakly, as if to break his heart.
So annoying.
Song Youran turned over and lay down beside him, calming her rapid breathing.
Wen Chu rested his head on Song Youran's arm and called out softly, "Ranran, Ranran..."
Song Youran ignored him. Wen Chu moved his head forward and rubbed his nose against Song Youran's fragile Adam's apple.
Song Youran was extremely annoyed: "If you don't want to do it, get out of here!"
Wen Chu said, "Ran Ran, I dreamed of you, every time I dreamed of you... You trained him, you taught him the correct way to lie down."
Song Youran wanted to kick him to death: "Shut up!"
Wen Chu closed his mouth, stopped moving his waist, and lay softly on Song Youran.
"What are you doing?" Song Youran's sweaty legs clamped around Wen Chu's lean waist. "Don't tell me you're taking a break?"
"Ranran, my knees hurt so much." Wen Chu raised her crying face, "I want to lie down and you move on top."
Song Youran brushed aside the hair that fell on her face—
How can there be such a wicked thing in the world!
He hummed and moaned, sounding very happy.
"Of course, it feels so good! You're so great!"
This kind of compliment can just be kept in your heart.
Song Youran pinched Wen Chu's mouth into a platypus: "Keep your voice down."
There was a child sleeping in the room behind the door.
Thinking of this, Song Youran blushed and moved Wen Chu's hand from her waist to her front: "I make you comfortable, and you have to make me comfortable too."
When you feel comfortable, you feel really comfortable, but after that, you feel uncomfortable everywhere.
When Song Youran came back after cleaning herself up, she saw Wen Chu burying his face in the pillow, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
"What's wrong with you?"
Song Youran forcibly dug Wen Chu's face out of the pillow and saw a ripe red apple.
"Now you know how to be shy, but why weren't you shy when we were doing it just now?"
Song Youran had a towel wrapped around her waist, no underwear underneath. Wen Chu lowered his eyelashes, and his fingers touched Song Youran's back in an unruly manner. "I, I, I..."
He said "I" for a long time, and finally said, "I want more."
Song Youran was furious and decided to throw away this wicked thing immediately.
At dawn, Song Youran let go of the person in his arms and crawled out from under the quilt.
In the room, Xie Dong was still sleeping. Song Youran pushed him awake: "Wake up, little winter melon."
Xie Dong sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes.
Song Youran changed her clothes and said, "You get dressed yourself. I'll make breakfast."
Xie Dong was brushing his teeth at the bathroom door, and a large cicada pupa was lying on the living room floor, watching him.
Song Youran came out of the kitchen, knelt on the mat, and helped the cicada pupa shed its shell. "Are you disabled? Get up! Is this how you put on your clothes? Okay, don't move. I'll help you put them on."
The long-haired brother put on his brother's clothes and was pushed into the bathroom.
The elder brother used five fingers to comb the hair of his elder brother with long hair because there was no comb at home.
Xie Dong looked at Wen Chu with inexplicable sympathy.
Wen Chu picked up the small bowl in front of him and took a sip. The porridge was very thick.
Song Youran, who was sitting across the table, tapped the plate of fried eggs with her chopsticks. "One per person, eat quickly."
Xie Dong put the fried egg into the porridge bowl, took a small bite, and looked in the direction of Wen Chu.
The long-haired brother's eyes were slightly red, he must have been beaten hard by his brother last night——
Xie Dong woke up in bed and his brother was not around.
The door was closed, and the sobbing sounds came in from the gap under the door, like a feather tickling someone's ears.
Xie Dong hid under the quilt for half the night, listening and worrying for half the night.
My brother is so fierce!
"It's windy outside, go in first. I'll be back soon."
Song Youran pushed Wen Chu into the house.
Xie Dong, carrying a small schoolbag, stood at the door and heard a moist humming sound coming from inside the house.
The long-haired brother seemed to have something stuffed in his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak, and spoke incoherently: "Um... I want to go together..."
"Be good...and listen!" said my brother.
"Well...then call me."
"What did you call me?"
"pet name."
My brother smiled and said, "Smell the pig."
"I don't want this!" The long-haired brother snorted, "I want the small winter melon-shaped one."
My brother took a while to speak: "...Big winter melon?"
"Not this one! I want mine, uncle, please change it."
My brother got angry and said, "I'm going to be late. Hurry up and tell me, or I'll leave."
The long-haired brother's voice became vague: "...round-faced little monkey."
"You look like a monkey's butt to me!" said my brother.
His brother's lips were red as he came out and said to him, "Why are you squatting on the ground? Get up quickly."
He stood up and saw his brother lock the door neatly.
The brother with long hair is so pitiful, he was locked up by his brother.
When I got home from school in the evening, my long-haired brother was still there. He had changed into a white shirt and was no longer wearing his brother's clothes.
He is so handsome, his skin is like ice and snow, the light falls on his face and cannot stay and is about to slide away.
His brother knocked on his bowl with his chopsticks: "What are you looking at, little thing? Eat quickly!"
His brother is so mean to him too!
At night, the room was plunged into darkness. He lay in bed and slept for a while, then heard the sound of his brother turning over and getting out of bed.
I don't know how long it took, but the long-haired brother outside the door started crying again -
"...No, too fast...Ranran, slow down, I don't want to come out yet..."
The elder brother's voice was low and deep: "You are capable, come up here? It's good enough that you have something to eat. If you keep nagging, you will be pinched to pieces."
"Woo..." The long-haired brother cried so pitifully.
Xie Dong covered his ears and curled up in the quilt, shivering.
Fortunately, he was not the one who got beaten.
The long-haired brother stayed at their house for three days and was picked up by a black car on the fourth day.
My brother was standing by the window with a very unhappy look on his face.
After the black car downstairs disappeared, my brother rolled up the bedding on the ground and placed it on two chairs put together.
My brother would look at the two chairs from time to time, and sometimes he would reach out to touch the rolled up bedding.
The long-haired brother disappeared for two days and appeared at the door of his and his brother's home on the third day.
When the long-haired brother saw her, he immediately asked to be hugged, but her brother rejected him unhappily: "If you don't come in, I'll lock you out!"
My brother left the door open and went back to the living room to take the blanket off the chair.
He put his schoolbag on the table and tucked the chair into the space under the table, leaving more space for his long-haired brother to sleep.
The brother who was tidying up the bed on the floor gave him a thumbs up.
The door closed with a sound, and the long-haired brother walked in, with a strong sense of coldness on his body.
He wore a pair of glasses and a black coat, dressed like a gentleman that you often see on TV.
The long-haired brother sat down on a stool that was not even as high as his knees and watched his brother lying on the floor to make his bed.
The lens reflected the bright light of the bulb, and after a dazzling trance, he saw his long-haired brother's expression as if he was eager to eat a chicken leg.
The brother lying on the floor making his bed is the delicious chicken leg.
The long-haired brother stayed at their house for a few days and then left. He was gone for a few days before coming back. Back and forth, back and forth.
He's used to it.
His brother also got used to it and stopped staring at the bedding roll on the chair.
It was snowing that day, and my brother put the bedding on the chair on the ground again.
He asked, "Is Big Brother coming back?"
The elder brother was dissatisfied and stopped making the bed. He warned him: "Call him little brother, I am your big brother."
He immediately corrected himself: "Will my little brother come back tonight?"
My brother said, "I think so. Go to bed quickly because you have to go to school tomorrow morning."
Tomorrow is Saturday, my brother must have forgotten.
In the middle of the night, he climbed out of bed and heard some knocking noises outside through the door...
Wen Chu pressed Song Youran onto the dining table: "Of course, of course..."
Song Youran pushed his shoulders away and said, "You're freezing. Go take a shower!"
"No, I want to have a baby with you."
Song Youran kicked Wen Chu on the calf: "Are you sick?"
"I'm going to have a baby."
Wen Chu rubbed Song Youran with the hardest part of his body, grinding away Song Youran's consciousness.
"Giving birth to a bullshit, who of us can give birth!"
Gnawing at the fragile neck, Wen Chu snorted angrily, "I don't care!"
He was too weak, so Song Youran picked him up, stripped him of his clothes, and threw him into the bathroom.
Xie Dong closed the door and climbed onto the bed. Fortunately, two men could not have children.
He slept in fear all night, and the next morning he saw Song Youran stuffing a little green dinosaur into Wen Chu's quilt.
When the sky brightened, the long-haired brother finally opened his eyes. He seemed to sense something was wrong, so he lifted the quilt and took out a small green doll from his pajamas.
My brother ran out of the kitchen holding a spatula, "Wow, little monkey, you finally gave birth to a baby."
The older brother dropped the spatula and rushed over to snatch the little dinosaur from the long-haired brother's hand. He said happily, "Look at it, the green skin and the big teeth are exactly like you."
"I never smile like this." The long-haired brother said, "This big bucktooth looks very much like you, Ranran. It's your child, for sure."
"Okay, you dare to mock me."
The elder brother pressed the long-haired brother under him and said: "Today I will show you how to kill the mother and keep the child."
The green dinosaur flew into the air and fell to the foot of the desk.
"I don't like green ones. I want to give birth to a new one." The long-haired brother whimpered in the quilt, and after a while, he burst into laughter.
My brother asked, “Is it so funny?”
“Hmm…” The long-haired brother couldn’t stop laughing.
After a while, my brother started laughing too.
"I'm warning you, don't laugh anymore..." my brother said with a laugh.
The quilts above their heads piled up more and more, revealing two pairs of entangled feet...
The dark anklets above belong to my brother.
The long-haired brother was so happy that he turned to sorrow, sobbing in the quilt: "It hurts, don't lie down like this... Ranran, I want to use the correct posture..."
My brother asked, "What is the correct posture? Can you explain it in detail?"
The long-haired brother replied softly: "...Let it go home."
Bang!
I don't know who was beaten.
My brother said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
The long-haired brother sobbed, "Of course, it hurts..."
"I'll pinch it for you."
The long-haired brother screamed in fear: "No, no..."
The quilt rose and fell, and they started fighting again.
Xie Dong stood up, and the chair legs made a harsh scraping sound on the floor.
Song Youran lifted the quilt: "What's wrong, Dongdong?"
Xie Dong said, "I'll go back to my room and rest for a while."
The door is closed.
Song Youran shook his head and sighed, "It's only been a few minutes. Tsk, you're just not a good student like me."
The person underneath him pouted his mouth into a trumpet flower: "Hmm, hmm."
"Why are you rushing me?"
Song Youran lowered her head to block the morning glory. After taking two sips of the sweet nectar, she patted the morning glory's head and said, "Get down."
Morning Glory hesitated, "That's different from what you just said."
"I said I'd make you comfortable, but I didn't say you'd have to be comfortable right now." Song Youran stroked her messy, tangled hair. "You make me comfortable now, and I'll make you comfortable tonight. It's only fair."
The morning glory dropped its leaves and crawled into the quilt.
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