【32】 Kitten Got Drunk
This sentence was spoken almost against his ear, carrying a bit of heat that burned the tips of Wen Ran’s ears red.
How can he be so like Wind? It’s as if my idol is talking to me like this.
But a gentle gentleman like Wind wouldn’t say such ambiguous things.
Wen Ran was currently in the lower position, feeling a deep sense of oppression.
Because Jiang Yan completely enveloped him, he had nowhere to run and could only shake his body slightly to express protest.
Usually, his physique doesn’t look that sturdy. Why does he seem so tall and big compared to me now?
Is it really that guys are naturally big-boned if they are tall?
So what if you’re one meter eighty-something!
Aren’t you just 12.5 centimeters taller than me?
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, his voice deep and lazy. “Have you considered the matter Ge told you about?”
Wen Ran’s body stiffened.
He naturally knew clearly what Jiang Yan was talking about. Not speaking for these past few days was actually him unilaterally ignoring Jiang Yan.
Who asked him to always set traps for him, both openly and secretly?
If it was just ambiguity, it would be fine. But right after his trial ended, the latest message Jiang Yan sent him was:
[I’m not joking, nor is it pity out of guilt. If I dare say I like you, I can take responsibility for it.]
[No matter when, my promise to you will always count.]
[So, little friend, do you want to date Ge?]
This wasn’t piercing the window paper; it was simply opening a skylight.
Wen Ran was startled by that message. He didn’t hold his phone properly and even dropped it, cracking the screen.
His brain was messy and dizzy. He simply didn’t know how to answer Jiang Yan, so he could only pretend not to see the message, attempting to escape by playing dead. But he never expected that Jiang Yan would come directly to ask him.
Is he not ashamed at all?
Seeing him not answer, Jiang Yan leaned in a bit closer. “Hm? Weren’t you quite talkative before? Why are you mute now?”
Wen Ran was flustered and didn’t dare look at Jiang Yan’s face. “I don’t know what you are talking about!”
“Is that so?” Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, like a wolf patrolling its prey. “You really don’t know?”
Wen Ran denied it to the death: “I don’t know!”
Afraid Jiang Yan wouldn’t believe him, he added with a guilty conscience, “I haven’t looked at my phone these past few days, nor did I see your message.”
Jiang Yan quietly listened to him lie. The little scoundrel was really getting cuter the more he looked at him.
It was like a kitten trying to hide. Originally, hiding under the sofa would have sufficed, but it insisted on sticking out a small paw and moving a box to its hiding spot.
Thinking it could block the view, but the result was superfluous.
Looking at it this way, he believed the other party hadn’t attended high school.
“Alright then.” Jiang Yan pretended to be disappointed and sighed.
Wen Ran thought he had escaped a calamity. Just as he was about to put his heart back in his stomach, Jiang Yan spoke again: “On WeChat, I said I was afraid you’d be shy. Since you didn’t see it, then Ge can only tell you personally now.”
Wen Ran: “???!”
Then he saw Jiang Yan, who usually looked proper, noble, and elegant, slowly crouch down and hold his fingertips, his eyes gentle and firm. “Ran Ran, I like you. Do you want to try dating…”
“Oh my god, I’ve got the runs to death!”
Song Zixuan came back clutching his stomach. His trumpet-like voice instantly destroyed the originally tender and ambiguous atmosphere.
“…me.”
Jiang Yan’s last word was forcefully stifled back into his stomach.
Wen Ran also quickly withdrew his hand as if pricked by a needle.
“Next time, I’ll never eat so much watermelon again.” Song Zixuan waved his hand with a face full of exhaustion, sitting down while holding the edge of the table with a painful expression.
“Eh, Wen Ran, why is your face so red?” Although Song Zixuan had a stomachache, his eyes still worked fine. “Where’s my brother?”
Jiang Yan now got angry just hearing him speak. He stood up with a dark face and returned to his seat.
The air pressure around him was deadly low.
Song Zixuan asked tactlessly, “What were you doing under the table?”
“Dropped something,” Jiang Yan’s words were squeezed out through his teeth. “Picked it up.”
Song Zixuan nodded dumbly. “Oh.”
Wen Ran felt awkward and apprehensive, but mostly disbelief.
He had never been confessed to like this before. Putting everything else aside, Jiang Yan was handsome and successful at a young age. How could he like a little hooligan like himself?
They weren’t on the same path at all.
While his thoughts were running wild, Jiang Yan had already placed the peeled shrimp on a clean plate and pushed it over to him.
Song Zixuan had been coveting that plate of shrimp meat for a long time. As soon as there was movement, his sharp eyes saw it.
But he actually gave it all to Wen Ran! He himself didn’t even see a shrimp shell!
He immediately protested, “Brother, why did you only give it to Wen Ran? I want some too!”
“Don’t you have hands?” Jiang Yan got angry seeing him, yet he dared to run into the muzzle of the gun himself. “I’m your brother, not your nanny.”
“Eat if you want, if not, forget it. Useless.”
Song Zixuan: “…”
inexplicably scolded, he was a bit confused. Where did I provoke him?
Song Zixuan ordered plum wine.
Sweet and sour.
He was very happy to have a pro player friend. After his stomach got slightly better, he kept pulling Wen Ran to drink with him.
“Wen Ran, you are so awesome!”
While gulping down a mouthful, he leaned over to pat Wen Ran’s shoulder. “If only I could be as amazing as you.”
“I heard pro players also sign contracts to livestream. Wen Ran, you have to interact with me often. Don’t forget me when you become rich!”
Wen Ran calmly dodged the arm about to hook around his neck. “Okay.”
Jiang Yan’s alcohol tolerance was very poor, so he only drank orange juice all night, not touching a drop of alcohol.
Wen Ran felt his tolerance was okay; at the very least, he could drink a bottle and a half of beer. The wine Song Zixuan ordered today wasn’t spicy at all; it was sweet and tasted especially good.
Moreover, because of the awkwardness, he didn’t dare look at Jiang Yan. His mind kept dwelling on the confession just now. No matter what Song Zixuan said, he just went “Mmhmm,” treating the wine like a soft drink.
Jiang Yan was surprised. He saw just now that the plum wine was 38 proof. These two were downing cup after cup. Are kids these days so fierce?
As a result, after a while, when the aftereffect of the alcohol kicked in, Song Zixuan began to cry with teary eyes, shouting that he wanted his mom.
I ran away from home myself, why don’t Mom and Dad care or ask about me?
Wen Ran was much quieter than him. His cheeks were red, and he sat there very obediently.
Jiang Yan thought he wasn’t drunk. Just as he planned to get up and haul Song Zixuan up, his wrist was grabbed.
He looked down. Wen Ran’s eyes were hazy and confused, and he spoke slowly: “Is it true?”
“What?”
His thin, soft lips opened and closed. “Like… me… really?”
Wen Ran’s consciousness had been almost completely eroded by alcohol. He simply didn’t know where he was or what he was doing; he just directly spoke out the thoughts that had been lingering in his mind.
Jiang Yan realized the kitten seemed to be drunk.
There were rooms upstairs here. Jiang Yan held Wen Ran’s waist and sent him into a room. He originally planned to go down and get Song Zixuan, but the little kitten relentlessly insisted on taking off his clothes to sleep.
He had to suppress his impulse and help him peel off his outer jacket and pants.
Wen Ran wasn’t wearing an undershirt. His body was white and tender, his waist slender and beautiful, with two shallow lumbar dimples.
Jiang Yan’s eyes darkened. With such a thin waist, I should be able to grip it easily.
He pulled the quilt over to cover Wen Ran, then turned to go into the bathroom to wash his face.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a certain little kitten at the doorway.
His voice was also soft and sticky. “Uncomfortable.”
Jiang Yan took a deep breath. “Where is it uncomfortable?”
Wen Ran slowly hooked his finger, then pointed with his other hand at his underwear. “This, haven’t taken it off yet.”
“Have to take it off to sleep.”
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