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Jiang Yan turned off the main light in the bedroom, leaving only a small night light on the bedside table. The warm yellow light wasn’t enough to illuminate the whole room, but it filled the atmosphere with ambiguity.
Half of Wen Ranâs face was hidden in the darkness, while the half illuminated by the soft light was gentle beyond words. His eyes were misty with moisture, like an innocent kitten.
That slender waist formed a beautiful arc when it collapsed downward.
It could be held with just a light grip.
Accompanying the rhythm, the silver bell jingled.
In the quiet night, interwoven with the sound of breathing, it was crisp and erotic.
The thin red chain became even more alluring against Wen Ranâs fair skin.
Explosively hot.
Jiang Yan bit Wen Ranâs earlobe, his finger hooking that waist chain and tugging gently.
The skin on the waist was already sensitive, and now, being teased neither lightly nor heavily by this chain made Wen Ran blush furiously.
Jiang Yan pressed his finger lightly on his side, speaking with ambiguous and tender affection, “Behave. Brother thinks we should tattoo a lip print right here.”
Wen Ran was so ashamed he couldn’t speak. He didn’t dare imagine the scene Jiang Yan described and buried his face into the pillow.
Two slender white arms rested on top.
His fingers gradually tightened on the sheets, his fingernails turning white from the force.
Then, they were forcefully interlaced by a larger, stronger hand and held tight.
When Wen Ran woke up the next day, he found Jiang Yan wasn’t in the room.
Sleeping alone in the bed, Wen Ran felt hungry; the physical exertion had truly been too great.
Last night, Jiang Yan showed him no mercy. Wen Ran didn’t even know how many times he had passed out.
Clutching his still-aching waist, he silently swore never to look for guides online again.
What kind of rotten ideas were these people coming up with!
However, he himself had been really strange these past two days. Originally, he hadn’t wanted it that much, but lately, his internal fire seemed particularly strong. It was actually him who couldn’t hold back before Jiang Yan. Could it be that humans have heat cycles too?
Wen Ran picked up the water glass on the nightstand, drank it clean, and planned to put on clothes to find Jiang Yan.
He searched around, but there wasn’t a single piece of his clothing in the room. Since he was at home anyway, there wasn’t much need for formality. Wen Ran casually grabbed one of Jiang Yanâs white shirts and slipped it on.
He pushed open the room door.
“What are you doing in Song Zixuan’s room? I’m so hungry.”
Jiang Yan was still making up streaming hours. Wen Ran entered unexpectedly, and the camera angle happened to catch a slender figure entering the frame.
Wearing clothes that didn’t fit, the slightly long sleeves just happened to cover his hands.
The people in the bullet comments had already started spamming the screen:
[Sisters, is this something I can watch? Is this something I can watch?]
[Good lord, I stayed up so many nights camping Husband’s stream, finally something to get me excited!]
[Oh mother, look at his shirt hem. He’s playing the ‘missing pants’ look, right?]
[Dawn, this scheming man. Is this how he seduced my husband? People like him aren’t innocent; send him to me immediately for two days of discipline so I can see through his thoughts.]
[Holy crap, those legs, prprpr.]
[The person above, pull up your pants, they flew onto my face.]
[Heavens, is he really this good at it? Boyfriend shirt, half-hidden and half-revealed… You win, Dawn.]
[Vixen, vixen!]
[Dawn is too good at this. Couldn’t tell you had these kinds of tactics.]
[But he’s really so cute. Mom yeah, he’s so well-behaved!]
[Did you guys hear his voice just now? How sticky and sweet was that? Look at how he sprays people in his stream vs now. Tsk tsk.]
[Just a little couple’s trick, nothing more.]
[Damn! Did you guys see what’s on Dawn’s neck?]
[With my adult eyes, that is definitely something good!]
[God Yan, are you this fierce?]
[Fuck! I was wondering why this rebellious son hadn’t streamed or made any noise. Turns out he ran to Wind’s bed!]
[Unfilial son, Daddy waited for you until I was almost in the grave, and you’re here acting coquettish and fooling around with another man?]
[Is your heart made of stone?! Ah?!]
“If you guys keep this up, the stream might get banned,” Jiang Yan responded to the comments. “That’s it for today then. Bye.”
[Stopping just like that?]
[We’re just saying, isn’t this a bit hasty?]
[Husband I was wrong, I shouldn’t have commented on your marital life. Can we stay a little longer?]
“It has nothing to do with that,” Jiang Yan said, laughing and crying at the same time. “Didn’t you hear just now? Ran Ran said he’s hungry. Brother needs to go cook for him now.”
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[I wish I could slap myself to death right now. That’s what you get for having a loose mouth!]
[I’ll drain this bowl of dog food first, brothers, do as you please!]
Jiang Yan went and cooked a bowl of clear noodle soup for Wen Ran, thoughtfully adding a poached egg.
Wen Ran held the bowl and ate very slowly. Although his stomach condition had improved a lot under Jiang Yan’s strict care recentlyâalmost never hurting anymoreâhabits formed over time were hard to break.
Jiang Yan crossed his arms and watched Wen Ran eat, really wanting to pinch his face. How could this little bastard be so cute?
Cute enough to make one want to rua (squish) him at any time.
He chatted casually, “Ran Ran, think about if there’s anything you need. It’s time for us to buy New Year’s goods.”
Wen Ran paused, then shook his head.
For the past four years, he had spent the New Year alone. The New Year, a time for family reunions that most people looked forward to the most, was a time of doubled loneliness for Wen Ran.
Everyone had family, lovers, and friends. Only he was all alone, with no new clothes and no reunion dinner.
At most, he would boil a few frozen dumplings he bought.
Perhaps the thing with the most New Year atmosphere was the couplets pasted on the neighbor’s door.
Lights from ten thousand homes, yet not a single lamp belonged to him.
Instead, the New Year events in Ling Xiao had kept him company for four years.
Seeing that his mood was a bit low, Jiang Yan sat a little closer to Wen Ran. “Ran Ran, this is our first New Year together, so of course it needs to be memorable.”
“Brother promises you, we will have a second year, a third year, a tenth year.”
“Good baby, we count as a family now. You participate too, just take it as keeping Brother company for the activity, okay?”
Jiang Yan always managed to resolve Wen Ranâs awkwardness in his own way, wrapping around Wen Ranâs heart gently like water, slowly melting him.
Wen Ran put down his chopsticks and looked up at him. “But, aren’t you going home to be with your parents?”
It hadn’t been easy for Jiang Yan’s relationship with his family to improve so much. Jiang Yan had already done so much for him; how could he bear to monopolize him and deprive him of his right to go home?
“Jiang Yan, I’m already used to being alone.”
“Really!”
Jiang Yan was just about to speak when a phone call came in.
“My mom’s call.”
Jiang Yan said to Wen Ran, “I’ll take this.”
Mother Jiang’s voice came through. “Jiang Yan, it’s almost New Year’s. Are you not coming back?”
“I am. Wait a few days.”
Before Jiang Yan could finish the second half of his sentence, a voice full of anger came from the other side.
“If he doesn’t come back, forget it! He can go wherever he loves to go. I can see he doesn’t have me or this home in his eyes!”
“I told you not to call him, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“Dad, save your anger. Scolding me a couple of times doesn’t matter, but it’s bad for your health.”
A cold snort came from the other side. “Hmph!”
“What did you say just now? Forgot in just a few minutes?” Mother Jiang elbowed Father Jiang. “Jiang Yan, ah, don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense. He means that you and that child should come back together for the New Year.”
Mother Jiang lowered her voice a bit. “He’s called Ran Ran, right?”
Hearing the other party suddenly cue him, Wen Ran almost choked on his soup.
He quickly covered his mouth with his hand to avoid making a sound.
Jiang Yan looked at Wen Ran, then spoke into the phone. “Mom, give the phone to my dad.”
There seemed to be some arguing sounds on the other end, but after a few dozen seconds, Father Jiang still came to the phone.
He sounded very grumpy. “What is it?!”
“Dad, who are we to each other? Just tell me directly if you have something to say, why use Mom as a megaphone?”
“Did you miss me?”
After Jiang Yan asked, Father Jiang immediately shouted loudly into the receiver, “Why would I miss you? Whether you come back or not has nothing to do with me, I’d rather have the peace and quiet.”
“Dad, don’t I know you?” Jiang Yan wasn’t angry at all, smoothing the old man’s ruffled feathers. “I simply must go back and annoy you.”
Although Father Jiang snorted again, he sounded much more relaxed.
“However, you have to promise me one thing.”
Father Jiang: “What?”
Jiang Yan: “I’m bringing Ran Ran back. You are not allowed to make things difficult for him.”
Father Jiang: “……”
Only to hear him say to Mother Jiang, “What did I say? What did I say? You go chat with your precious son! Where does he still have me, his dad, in his eyes!”
“Don’t let me see him. Where’s the locksmith’s number from last time? I’ll call him over right now.”
“Ignore him, it’s not like you don’t know your dad.” Mother Jiang said to Jiang Yan, “Buy tickets and come back early. Mom misses you too.”
“Mn.”
Jiang Yan hung up the phone. Only then did Mother Jiang look at Father Jiang, who was curled up in a ball on the sofa.
“Old Jiang, why suffer like this? Didn’t you already buy the gift for Ran Ran?”
Although Father Jiang initially disliked Wen Ran’s way of speaking and found this “daughter-in-law” disagreeable in every wayâeven thinking he forced Jiang Yanâafter staying in Wen Ran’s livestream for a long time, he slowly came to understand Wen Ran through the fans’ explanations and daily life. Wen Ran helped clear Jiang Yan’s name online, was loyal to friends, and protected fans in-game.
Once, while undercover, Father Jiang was lucky enough to be chosen by Wen Ran to be carried in a game. He had borrowed a subordinate’s game account. Because he played too poorly, he was constantly flamed by teammates. Instead of joining in, Wen Ran protected him the whole time, helping him retort and guarding him.
He had already changed his opinion of Wen Ran. Thinking that his son’s taste shouldn’t be too bad, he expected better. But what did Jiang Yan think of him?
Father Jiang was simply furious. “Listen to how that unfilial son suspects me!”
“He can come back if he loves to! Don’t bother with him!”
Mother Jiang: “……”
Wen Ran naturally heard what Jiang Yan said. Not knowing that Jiang Yan’s dynamic with his parents was like this, he was subconsciously worried. “Jiang Yan, I’m serious. Don’t quarrel with your dad because of me.”
“It’s not worth it.”
“What do you mean not worth it?” Jiang Yan’s voice turned cold. “Wen Ran, we’ve been together for so long, how can you still say such stupid things?”
“Parents are important, but you are also important.”
Jiang Yan sighed, stepped forward, and hugged Wen Ran. “You hold the same position in my heart. So Ran Ran, don’t let me hear that kind of talk again in the future, okay?”
Wen Ran didn’t know what to say, so he could only reach out and hug Jiang Yan back.
“Ran Bao, you don’t know my dad. He isn’t targeting you; that’s just his personality,” Jiang Yan said. “If he didn’t accept you, he wouldn’t have let my mom call to ask us both back.”
Wen Ran: “?”
“Don’t worry. The old man being willing to let you return means he accepts you.” Jiang Yan hooked his lips. “He definitely even prepared a gift for you.”
Wen Ran: “……”
I really don’t understand the brain circuitry of you father and son.
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