【42】 An Obedient and Soft Ran Ran Being Bullied; The Little Pudding is Melting
Jiang Yan’s mind went blank for a moment.
Ran Ran… initiated a kiss?
He still hadn’t quite reacted to what just happened. The cool, jelly-like sensation made Jiang Yan’s heart melt with sweetness.
A fragrant, soft, and sweet little pudding.
Wen Ran seemed truly unaware of what he was doing; he even licked his own lips.
Jiang Yan’s gaze traced Wen Ran—long, thick lashes, a high bridge of the nose, and finally landed on his lips.
After taking a deep breath, he met Wen Ran’s gaze, his voice a bit raspy: “Grape-flavored little pudding, right?”
“Mm…” “Today, I ate grapes,” Wen Ran said, starting to count on his fingers. “And watermelon, and mango.” “You guessed wrong.”
There were still people coming and going on the road, but Jiang Yan didn’t feel embarrassed at all. This version of Wen Ran was simply too cute.
He looked at Wen Ran with a look of leisure: “Then what happens if I guessed wrong?”
“Mm… you can taste again.” Wen Ran seemed a bit embarrassed as he spoke slowly, reaching out to grab one of Jiang Yan’s fingers.
Soft and fluffy, incredibly obedient.
Jiang Yan simply couldn’t withstand such temptation. He picked Wen Ran up by the waist, walked quickly to the parking lot, and stuffed him into the passenger seat.
He pressed his forehead against Wen Ran’s, pulled the seatbelt over, and buckled him in. “I’ll deal with you when we get back!”
Song Zixuan wasn’t home tonight. He’d gone to hang out with a new friend he met in the city and specifically said he wouldn’t be back.
Therefore, as soon as they entered, Jiang Yan pushed open his bedroom door and carried Wen Ran inside.
Wen Ran was kissed into a daze, even being led to respond to Jiang Yan’s kisses. He finally got a gap to catch his breath.
“Bad guy, don’t kiss anymore.” Because he’d been kissed hard, Wen Ran’s mouth was slightly open, his beautiful eyes were misted with moisture, and his gaze was hazy. He said softly and with a hint of grievance: “The little pudding is going to melt.”
Truly adorable.
Jiang Yan had always been a calm and rational person, but facing Wen Ran, he couldn’t resist wanting to be close to him. He held the other person and showered him with gentle kisses.
By the time it ended, Jiang Yan saw Wen Ran had his eyes tightly shut, his lips were even a bit chafed. He thought guiltily that it was lucky the little bastard had been drinking.
Otherwise, if he were sober, who knows how much he’d fuss.
Jiang Yan’s own alcohol tolerance was very poor, but now he sincerely felt that alcohol was a good thing.
The more he looked at the exhausted little bastard, the cuter he felt. He took out his phone, snapped two photos of Wen Ran, and locked them in a private album.
Song Zixuan had actually been chatting with his online friend for a while. The meeting was very successful; the two hit it off like old friends. The other person took him to a food street and they even stayed at an esports hotel for a night—though they were just two “lying dragons and phoenix chicks” (idiots) who duo-queued all night without gaining a single star.
Still, this was the second friend Song Zixuan had made in D City, so he was very happy.
He was humming a song when he came back the next morning.
But when he looked toward the restroom, he saw his brother taking a few pieces of clothing out of the washing machine before putting a bedsheet in to wash.
A red jacket, black pants, with the DS team logo on them—this was Wen Ran’s team uniform!
Had Wen Ran actually managed to get up early to do laundry?
And he even beat his brother to it? Song Zixuan shook his head, carrying the things he’d bought as he rushed excitedly to find Wen Ran: “Wen Ran, Wen Ran, come see what I brought you!”
“Super delicious soy milk!”
Song Zixuan was just about to rush into Wen Ran’s room when he heard Jiang Yan’s door creak open. Wen Ran, rubbing his eyes with one hand, walked out of Jiang Yan’s room in a daze.
Song Zixuan’s eyes instantly widened like Black Cat Sheriff.
Based on his dozen years of life experience and several months of “waiting for death” under Jiang Yan, the possibility of this situation occurring was no less than him ranking first in his grade.
That was Jiang Yan—his brother! He actually allowed someone to sleep in his room!
Even he had only been in that room a few times, let alone staying overnight.
Song Zixuan remembered a time he was too scared to sleep after watching a horror movie. He’d hugged his pillow and wanted to squeeze in with his brother for a night. Not only did Jiang Yan keep the door shut tight, he even scolded him, saying a grown man shouldn’t be so cowardly. The door wouldn’t be opened for him; if he was truly willing, he could sleep on the floor at the entrance.
But now, he actually saw a living person coming out of his brother’s room!
And as Song Zixuan looked closer, the shirt Wen Ran was wearing was clearly ill-fitting.
He’d lived with Wen Ran for so long and had never seen him wear a shirt; he didn’t even own that type of clothing. The sleeves were a bit too long, wrapping his hands inside, and the hem was also long enough to just cover the top of Wen Ran’s thighs.
Wen Ran’s figure was quite good, but Song Zixuan was in no mood to appreciate it. He stared at him in shock:
“Holy crap, why are you coming out of my brother’s room?” “And you’re wearing his clothes!”
Wen Ran had been a bit dazed because he’d just woken up, but Song Zixuan’s scream instantly snapped him half-awake.
Coming out of Jiang Yan’s room, and wearing his clothes? ??!
Wen Ran looked down at himself. Dammit.
He didn’t even know when he’d put these clothes on. His original intention was just to go to the bathroom!
“This…” Wen Ran’s scalp tingled with embarrassment. He and Jiang Yan had only been dating for a few days, and he hadn’t decided how to tell Song Zixuan yet. But now, the guy had caught him coming out of Jiang Yan’s room in a state of undress.
Wen Ran’s hesitant appearance made Song Zixuan form some guesses.
“Oh, I see!”
Song Zixuan had a look of realization: “Is it because you were so happy winning the match last night that you drank too much? My brother kindly brought you back, and you ended up sleeping on his bed?”
Wen Ran: “…” In a sense, that wasn’t wrong. He immediately followed up: “Yeah, that’s what happened.”
“No wonder, I knew it.” Song Zixuan had a “as expected of me” expression. “Look at you, you must have thrown up. My brother has been washing bedsheets all morning. I took a peek; your clothes are there too.”
“But Wen Ran, you have to be careful,” Song Zixuan leaned in and looked at him with pity. “My brother is a clean freak. It’s okay if you dirtied your own clothes, but dirtied his bedsheets… I guess he saw you were a mess last night, which is why he didn’t settle the score with you.”
Wen Ran’s memory of last night was, of course, not a blank. How Jiang Yan had controlled him… he remembered it all too clearly.
The one who dirtied the bedsheet really wasn’t someone throwing up from drinking too much…
Wen Ran’s ear tips quietly turned red.
He was just about to duck back into his room when Song Zixuan spoke again: “Hey, Wen Ran, what’s that on your neck?”
“A red mark.”
Wen Ran hadn’t looked in a mirror since getting up today, but he knew exactly what Song Zixuan was talking about.
Wen Ran’s ears turned even redder. He tugged the shirt up and said vaguely, “Probably a mosquito bite.”
Song Zixuan was puzzled: “Can mosquitoes fly up to the 23rd floor?”
Wen Ran: “If you can take the elevator, why can’t a mosquito?”
“True.” Simple-minded Song Zixuan didn’t think much of it. “Hey, here’s your soy milk. I’ll go buy some mosquito repellent in a bit.”
“What an annoying mosquito, biting you like that.”
Wen Ran: “…” “Then I thank you.”
Wen Ran immediately went back into his room. Having just done “that kind of thing” with the brother and then being questioned by the younger brother the next morning—he really wanted to disappear on the spot!
Song Zixuan was bewildered. Why did Wen Ran’s thanks sound like it was spoken through gritted teeth?
He went to find Jiang Yan, intending to put in a good word for Wen Ran.
Jiang Yan felt a bit displeased when Song Zixuan was shouting for Wen Ran to drink soy milk. The little friend hadn’t even woken up yet, and he was being so noisy.
He didn’t mind revealing his relationship with Wen Ran to Song Zixuan. After all, he was the one dating; whether Song Zixuan accepted it was his own business.
But he also wanted to hear Wen Ran’s attitude, which was why he hadn’t come out.
As it turned out, this “cheap” younger brother actually dared to walk straight into the line of fire.
“Brother, don’t blame Wen Ran. If I hadn’t happened to go out with a friend yesterday—I even messaged him—he definitely would have called me to pick him up. After all, besides us, he doesn’t have other friends here.”
Jiang Yan: “Oh? Called you?”
“Yeah. He must have been happy winning. Drinking a bit more is normal. I know you like cleanliness. If you think he’s dirty, next time just bring him back and throw him on my bed.”
Song Zixuan didn’t catch Jiang Yan’s tone at all. He patted his chest and said, “I don’t mind. I’ll take good care of him.”
Jiang Yan gave a cold snort and crossed his arms mockingly. “You?”
“You can’t cook, you can’t do laundry, and even the bedsheets you lay out are so ugly. Do you know how to cook hangover soup? Do you know how to give water to a drunk person?”
“You’re practically a half-cripple who can’t take care of yourself, and you want to take care of someone?”
Jiang Yan held Wen Ran’s team uniform and shot him a speechless look. “If you have the time, you’d be better off mopping the floor.”
Song Zixuan: “???”
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