Part 2
Jiang Yan sleepwalked again last night.
“Clearly had my back to him…” He muttered softly to the mirror, face feeling a bit hot, fingers unconsciously tugging at the clothes corner, somewhat annoyed, “How come again…”
He pulled the hem down little by little, carefully smoothing out the pressed wrinkles, as if this could erase all traces.
Looks like he needs to wear thicker clothes today.
Pushing open the bedroom door, morning light spilled in from the half-open curtains, falling exactly on Jiang Yan’s sleeping profile. The soft halo blurred his slightly profound brows and eyes, making him look unusually obedient, even a bit innocent.
Facing this quiet and harmless face, Jiang Yunian regretted immensely. Shouldn’t have been soft-hearted and let him in last night.
Jiang Yan was woken up by a rustling friction sound. He sleepily opened his eyes. Just sitting up, a smooth and delicate back crashed into his vision defenselessly.
Closed his eyes, vision became clear.
His brother was changing clothes. Those beautiful butterfly bones slightly protruded with the dressing movement, waistline constricted extremely thin, as if unbearable to grip…
Jiang Yan’s throat inexplicably felt dry, a familiar evil fire gradually窜 (shooting) up in his lower abdomen, a certain place waking up uncontrollably.
Early in the morning… his brother is seducing him again.
Jiang Yan licked his dry lips, eyes darkening, expressionlessly reaching his hand into the quilt, pitch-black pupils quickly covered with a layer of turbid mist.
That fatal waist swayed right before his eyes, every movement seemed like a silent invitation, fatally alluring.
Jiang Yunian just put on the base shirt, looking down to tidy up, sensing movement behind him and turned back. Jiang Yan looked up, exactly seeing the collar he hadn’t had time to button, that patch of fair skin and looming thin red.
Nasal cavity hot, almost surrendering on the spot.
“Awake?” Jiang Yunian was completely unaware of what kind of visual impact he had just experienced, nor did he notice how dangerous the man’s eyes were at this moment. He buttoned up, glanced at the bedside alarm clock, not even seven o’clock yet, telling him to sleep a bit more.
Jiang Yan completely lost sleepiness, but didn’t move, still leaning against the headboard, hand under the quilt moving slowly.
He lazily gave an “En,” his just-woken voice a bit sticky, “Why is your chest red again?”
Still have the nerve to ask.
Don’t know where the habit of biting people when sleepwalking comes from.
Jiang Yunian pulled his clothes down, cheeks slightly bulging, somewhat piqued: “Mosquito bit it.”
“Mosquito?” Jiang Yan pressed his eyebrows, somewhat unhappy.
Where would mosquitoes come from in this weather, could they be more formidable than him?
Is his brother sleeping confusedly, forgot he wore clothes last night?
Jiang Yunian hummed very lightly, with no deterrent force, “You get up quickly, later… sleep by yourself later, not allowed to cling to me anymore.”
Saying this, he turned his head somewhat ruthlessly, seeming to have made up his mind.
Jiang Yan chuckled, watching the other party put on another jacket, buttons buttoned neatly, wrapping himself tightly just like last night, back to him.
Last night he didn’t intend to do anything, who expected in the latter half of the night, his brother slept confusedly himself, rolling into his arms with a turn, a leg even restlessly resting on his waist, rubbing him awake. He opened his eyes to look, his brother’s pajamas rubbed messy, revealing a large patch of chest.
Yet his brother still recklessly drilled into his arms, directly sending that patch of warmth and softness to his mouth.
Not doing something would seem like he didn’t understand romance.
Jiang Yan savored it carefully, brows unconsciously relaxing, carrying a trace of satisfaction.
His brother slept like a pig, even when hurting, he just pitiably trembled and whimpered softly, then let him do whatever he wanted, giving whatever was asked.
Obedient to the extreme.
Thinking like this, the rhythm under the quilt moved faster.
In the classroom, Jiang Yunian just found a seat and sat down, textbooks not fully out of the bag yet, his arm was grabbed.
Hao Meng, sporting a pair of dark circles, leaned in nervously, eyes containing hope, “Last night I… didn’t say any nonsense later, right?”
Jiang Yunian’s hand paused, the scene of Hao Meng competing in drinking and poetry with Xiao Song last night, refusing to leave even if she died, finally almost hanging on him being dragged away immediately appearing before his eyes.
He blinked, long eyelashes fluttering, seeming to ask: What do you think?
Seeing this expression, the shred of luck in Hao Meng’s heart shattered completely. She howled angrily, collapsing hopelessly on the desk, regretting more the more she thought, “Done for done for! This is completely done for! My lady image painstakingly built for twenty years, ruined in one night…”
Jiang Yunian opened his mouth, seeming to want to ask when she had ever been a lady, but seeing her like this, felt it was unkind, so he just shook his head, picking up the textbook to preview silently.
Two boring major classes passed, the protesting sound of “gugu” in the stomach finally temporarily saved Hao Meng from social death. She stared at the heavenly book-like formulas on the blackboard, dazed for two seconds, suddenly pulling Jiang Yunian, “Immediately, right now, eat! I need food to heal.”
Jiang Yunian was scared by her absent-minded state, telling her to calm down.
“Wait a bit more, I called He Qing.”
Hao Meng: “?”
“Have to return this to him.” Jiang Yunian took out that work badge from his schoolbag. Seeing the logo “Heaven on Earth” carved on the badge, the awkward memory of last night attacked her again.
“That… I suddenly remembered I haven’t eaten for three days, super hungry! Going first bye bye!”
Walking a few steps then making a comeback, “By the way, are you free this weekend?”
Jiang Yunian knew she meant shooting videos, a bit hesitant.
“Forget it, talk later, cooperation hasn’t been finalized yet, save some time for review, I haven’t passed CET-6 yet.” Hao Meng waved her hand, glimpsing He Qing’s figure coming from the other end of the corridor, immediately covering her face and slipping away.
He Qing walked over, only seeing Hao Meng’s back fleeing while covering her face, mouth still shouting: “My lifetime reputation ah…”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Probably… repenting.” Jiang Yunian handed over the work badge, “Returning this to you, thank you for last night.”
He Qing took it, looked down. With this lowering, Jiang Yunian happened to glimpse a faint red mark on his side neck, not obvious from the front, looking like it was deliberately planted in a hidden place.
Jiang Yunian’s eyes became complicated. The manager’s ambiguous words last night and Xiao Song’s skilled flirtation, and also… the matter of being mistaken for a male model by a drunkard himself, surged into his mind one by one, somewhat tasteless.
He Qing keenly noticed his abnormality, subconsciously raising his hand to touch his neck, touching that subtle mark, face sinking instantly.
Zhou Shu that mad dog! Must have sneak attacked while he was sleeping last night! He Qing cursed Zhou Shu inwardly, regretting immensely letting him in, tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.
“What’s that expression of yours?” He Qing spoke ungraciously, but his ear roots were a bit hot.
“No… I didn’t think wildly!” Jiang Yunian confessed without being pressed, face also turning red, somewhat stuttering, “I, I won’t tell others…”
He Qing’s face turned darker the more he listened, almost squeezing words out from his teeth, “I don’t sell myself.”
“I know you don’t…” Jiang Yunian nodded to himself, then reacted, looking up in surprise, “Ah?”
Then what is it?
“Although really don’t want to admit it,” He Qing looked away, tone stiff, “Zhou Shu is the young owner there.”
He paused, as if difficult to speak, “Only he dares to…”
Jiang Yunian was even more confused, dare what?
He Qing coughed, eyes unconsciously drifting, “Anyway, not like what you think.”
Between him and Zhou Shu, he wouldn’t understand even if told.
He Qing Hai Yan moved its core business from Nancheng to Pingjing early years, leaving only an old residence, and He Qing rarely appeared in public, few people knew his identity, and even fewer knew about him and Zhou Shu.
Besides, he didn’t plan to climb connections.
“Oh…” Jiang Yunian nodded seemingly understanding. Thinking about it, Zhou Shu cares about He Qing so much, how could he let him do that kind of work.
“I’m not in that kind of relationship you think with him either.” He Qing pulled his collar up again, covering that little strawberry, tone carrying a bit of pique.
Jiang Yunian was dizzied by him, “Then you are?”
He Qing remembered someone forcefully squeezing into his quilt last night, pursing his lips tight, “It’s him unilaterally pestering, nothing to do with me.”
From very early on, Zhou Shu became his shadow, everywhere.
Couldn’t shake off, nor… leave.
Perhaps subconsciously, didn’t really want to escape completely.
But he knew more soberly than anyone, now having nothing, he had long fallen behind in the upper class, he and Zhou Shu had no future.
Jiang Yunian hadn’t been in love, even less able to thoroughly understand this complex entangled emotion between two men. But he could feel, He Qing resisted verbally, but that subtle reaction when mentioning Zhou Shu, wasn’t completely indifferent.
Outsiders shouldn’t ask too much about others’ private emotional matters. He scratched his small face, the doubts in his heart finally converging into a dry sentence: “…Alright.”
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