Chapter 15: Not Only Brutal and Ruthless but Also So Domineering
One sentence, revealing a thick murderous aura.
Qin Wan’s heart panicked fiercely.
Alarm bells rang loudly.
The meaning of his words was too obvious.
Qin Wan didn’t dare to think about what he would do next; just the thought made his scalp tingle.
No, he couldn’t sit and wait for death!
Qin Wan summoned his courage, carefully extracting his arm from his embrace, and patted his shoulder lightly with a small hand.
“When I couldn’t sleep as a child, Aunt Rong would tell me stories and sing lullabies.”
“How about I tell you a story?”
Gu Xinglan sneered, utterly disgusted. “Qin Wan, it’s fine if you’re childish yourself, but you think I’m a three-year-old child too?”
Qin Wan’s survival instinct exploded, coaxing him as subtly as possible.
“Listening to stories before bed really soothes the nerves; it’s not just for children.”
“Brother… how about we try?”
The corner of Gu Xinglan’s lips hooked into a bad smile.
“Trying isn’t impossible.”
“But if I haven’t fallen asleep after you finish a story, then I can only find some amusement from your body.”
Qin Wan: …
His body flinched.
“Mn,” he responded timidly.
He had to try.
What if he managed to lull him to sleep!
He pumped himself up.
“What do you want to hear?” Qin Wan asked softly.
Gu Xinglan shook his head. “Whatever.”
“Mn, then I’ll tell a story from One Thousand and One Nights.”
He cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, there was a king with a cruel and violent personality…”
As he spoke, his hand patted Gu Xinglan’s arm gently, rhythmically.
“The bad king was obsessed with marrying young brides, but by dawn the next day, he would kill the bride.”
“Later, there was a clever girl. On her wedding night, she told the king stories. When dawn broke, she was right at a crucial plot point…”
Gu Xinglan scoffed. “Qin Wan, are you insinuating something about me?”
Qin Wan’s small face went white, and he explained hurriedly, “No, no! Brother, if you don’t like this story, I’ll switch…”
“No need, just this one. Continue.”
He commanded.
A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, looking interested, stared tightly into Qin Wan’s eyes.
Qin Wan pursed his lips. “Mn, how about you try listening with your eyes closed?”
Staring like copper bells—are you planning to go on patrol in the forest?
It’d be a wonder if you could sleep!
Gu Xinglan grunted.
He didn’t speak, but he did close his eyes.
Qin Wan lowered his voice as much as possible, slowing his speech.
His tone coaxing, his small hand patting gently.
Halfway through the story, he discovered that the hand Gu Xinglan had around his waist and hip had stopped moving.
The amplitude of his long eyelashes trembling had also noticeably decreased.
His breathing rhythm evened out.
Qin Wan asked in an extremely light voice, “Asleep?”
Gu Xinglan did not respond.
Qin Wan exhaled softly.
A joy of surviving a disaster.
He stared at Gu Xinglan’s face for a moment.
He only wanted to make a final confirmation.
But looking at the sleeping Gu Xinglan, with all his sharpness and hostility restrained, he was so beautiful he looked like a character carved out of a manga.
His gaze lingered for a moment.
Then he quickly shook his head.
Moved his gaze away.
Such a terrifying male ghost—he didn’t want to look even one second more.
It was already past one in the morning.
Qin Wan was indeed tired; closing his eyes, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
—
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the fine gaps of the high-end velvet curtains.
The light in the room was very dim.
Qin Wan slowly opened his eyes.
Looking around, the space beside him on the bed was empty.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Just then, Gu Xinglan’s voice came from the sofa opposite: “The story last night wasn’t bad.”
Qin Wan scratched his head at Gu Xinglan always popping up out of nowhere.
He also wondered, with the light so dim, how did he notice he had woken up?
Gu Xinglan seemed to have gotten up long ago, already changed into a white shirt and black suit trousers.
He stood up, walked to the bedside, and sat down.
Qin Wan crawled up, instinctively wanting to scoot to the other side.
But Gu Xinglan reached out and hooked the person into his arms.
Lowering his head, he kissed his thick, soft hair.
“When did I fall asleep?”
Qin Wan thought for a moment. “Probably when Alibaba’s brother forgot the spell.”
Gu Xinglan grunted. “Qin Wan, you slept listening to these boring, childish, ridiculous stories since childhood?”
Qin Wan pressed his lips together. “Lots of kids listen to these kinds of stories. They aren’t that boring or ridiculous!”
Gu Xinglan: “If not boring, how did I listen until I fell asleep?”
Qin Wan: …
Forget it, didn’t want to argue with him; he always had twisted logic.
Held in Gu Xinglan’s arms, he didn’t struggle, behaving obediently.
The next second, Gu Xinglan gently tugged at the collar of his bathrobe.
“Another question. When did you put on the pajamas?”
Qin Wan: …
He felt that when he asked this, his voice was noticeably colder.
“It was… after you fell asleep…” Qin Wan didn’t know why, but he felt guilty, his voice small.
Last night, seeing him asleep, he had carefully drilled out of his arms and put on the pajamas.
No matter what, with an extra layer of barrier, his heart could feel a shred more security.
Even knowing this security was completely vulnerable to a single blow.
Gu Xinglan picked Qin Wan up and placed him on his lap.
Long fingers lifted his chin.
“Look at me.”
Qin Wan’s eyes, black like splashing ink, rippled with a thin layer of morning mist.
Looking even more crystal bright and charming.
“Remember, in bed from now on, without my permission, you aren’t allowed to wear clothes. I don’t like fabric in the way when I hold you.”
Qin Wan instantly felt his cheeks burning hot.
His chest felt stifled.
This psycho was not only brutal and ruthless but also so domineering.
Oppressing him until he could barely breathe.
“Understood?” Gu Xinglan asked.
Qin Wan bit his lower lip, eyelids drooping, and nodded. “Mn, understood.”
“So, take it off,” Gu Xinglan commanded in a calm voice.
Qin Wan’s face went pale.
He felt a wave of panic.
But although Gu Xinglan’s tone was faint, it allowed no doubt.
So Qin Wan reluctantly, slowly untied the belt of the bathrobe.
Then slowly peeled the clothes off.
The corner of Gu Xinglan’s lips hooked slightly.
Reaching out, he touched his forehead.
“No fever,” he said.
“Since there’s no fever, such a beautiful morning shouldn’t be wasted. Don’t you think?”
Qin Wan’s heart tightened again. “What are you going to do?”
He blurted out subconsciously.
Gu Xinglan liked seeing his handsome little face shrouded in panic.
Like a helpless, pitiable pretty puppy.
He leaned closer, gently nudging his perky nose tip.
Word by word, like a devil’s whisper: “Morning exercises…”
When it ended, it was already past ten in the morning.
Qin Wan lay on the soft bed, eyes closed, motionless.
Gu Xinglan got up and dressed again.
Looking down at the person on the bed who resembled a little sick cat.
“Qin Wan, your stamina is too poor. I was the one exerting effort, yet you’re the one exhausted to collapse.”
“Let me see, are you faking?”
As he spoke, he reached out and gently turned his body.
Qin Wan’s nose was red, and his eyes were rimmed with red.
His clear black eyes were slightly out of focus.
Gu Xinglan stared at his listless little face for a moment.
His eyes darkened.
He put the person back down gently.
“Don’t play pitiful in front of me. I won’t be soft-hearted.”
“Get up and shower in a bit; I’ll have Uncle Wang bring in clean clothes.”
“Change your clothes, eat something. Eat more.”
“Qin Wan, if I find out you didn’t eat well again, you know the consequences.”
His last sentence was somewhat fierce.
After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
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