【8】Love at First Sight, or Did You Get a Taste and Come Back for More?
The posture of the two was far too awkward. Jiang Yan stood up, and although he looked radiant, he had absolutely no intention of covering himself up.
Instead, he looked Wen Ran up and down. “Little friend, isn’t this the wrong time to play the flower thief?”
Wen Ran had never experienced anything like this before. His face was so red it looked like it might bleed. “Can’t you cover up a little? Do you have no shame?!”
Although he had already felt it just now, the visual impact of the other party standing up wrapped only in a bath towel made Wen Ran flush crimson. He was a man too, so damn it, why was this dead Jiang Yan so naturally gifted?
“Who’s the one with no shame here?”
“Touching me like that didn’t get a reaction out of you?” Jiang Yan suddenly took a few steps forward. He was much taller than Wen Ran, and with his hair half-wet, his features appeared even more profound and handsome.
Frightened, Wen Ran gripped his phone tightly, his spine stiffening as he stammered, “What… what are you doing?”
“What do you think Brother wants to do? Take a guess.” Jiang Yan approached step by step, then reached out and pressed his hand directly on the door handle. With his other hand, he patted Wen Ran’s head before decisively pushing him out. Click, the door shut. “It’s not even night yet, keep your thoughts pure. You just wait for Brother; I’ll settle the score with you when I come out.”
Realizing what he had just imagined, Wen Ran was thoroughly embarrassed again. Blushing furiously, he cursed “dumbass” at the closed door.
Although Wen Ran had struggled in society from a young age and had had a boyfriend, he was actually incredibly pure. He usually relied only on himself. The most intimate things he had done with Li Hao were holding hands and kissing on the cheek; they hadn’t even french kissed.
Because Li Hao didn’t like him at all. He would only symbolically hug him when he wanted to spend Wen Ran’s money, calling him “Ran Ran this” and “Ran Ran that.”
Wen Ran grew up in that kind of environment, extremely starved for affection. No one had ever cared about him, so Li Hao had bought him over with just a bowl of hot noodle soup.
During that time, Li Hao had a conflict with his roommate and hugged Wen Ran, saying he had nowhere to live. Wen Ran desperately took orders for boosting accounts at internet cafes, asking around everywhere for tournaments to join. He used the money he earned to rent an apartment, only to hear Li Hao talking to his friend on the phone with his own ears: “How could I be with him long-term? He doesn’t even have a high school diploma. I’m at least from a top-tier university; how is he worthy of me?”
“He’s just a fool who throws himself at me, can’t leave me, and gives me money for nothing.”
Wen Ran had kicked him out of the house directly and calmly cut off all contact. He looked cold and heartless, but who could he tell about the wounds in his heart?
When Jiang Yan came out, Wen Ran was sitting on the sofa, his hair plastered obediently behind his ears, looking very docile.
A section of his beautiful neck was exposed, and the small mole behind his ear stood out even more against his fair skin.
Jiang Yan was now wearing a bathrobe. He came over and sat down next to Wen Ran. “Yo, listening to Brother and reflecting on your mistakes here? Not bad, quite obedient.”
Wen Ran hadn’t expected that just scrolling on his phone would be interpreted as listening to him and reflecting. Reflecting on your sister!
“Tell me, how did you find this place?” Jiang Yan raised his chin. “Tsk, Brother really didn’t expect you to chase me all the way home.”
He had thought he wouldn’t see Wen Ran again, but the kid had barged into his home like a reckless little rabbit.
Wen Ran’s brain had just been a bit muddled at the start, but he had figured it out a while ago. Jiang Yan was likely the “Brother” Song Zixuan talked about. What a small world.
“Who chased you?” Wen Ran glared at him. “I’m the tenant here, okay?”
“Oh,” Jiang Yan smiled. “Same difference.”
This is called ‘same difference’?
It’s a difference of a hundred and eight thousand miles, okay?!
Wen Ran didn’t want to pay him any attention. Song Zixuan had told him to wash the vegetables after he got back. He already knew what dishes to make, so he stood up and went to the kitchen.
Wen Ran put on the apron and tied the straps behind his back. It made his waist look exceptionally thin, as if it could be held in two hands.
Jiang Yan stroked his chin. To be able to wear an apron like that was also a unique talent.
Wen Ran busied himself in the kitchen, washing and cutting vegetables. He didn’t notice when Jiang Yan started leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a smile.
Wen Ran reached the limit of his patience and slammed the knife onto the cutting board. “Are you here sightseeing? Why do you keep staring at your daddy?”
“Watch your language. How old are you, ‘Daddy’ this and ‘Daddy’ that.”
Jiang Yan wasn’t angry at all; he just found Wen Ran interesting. Before he arrived, Song Zixuan had said his roommate’s cooking skills were superb and that he could have him make a meal.
Jiang Yan had thought it would just be a normal meeting, but he didn’t expect the person to be Wen Ran.
Jiang Yan’s eyes were lazy as he looked at Wen Ran with a half-smile. “Tsk, but don’t say, Brother really figured something out. I need to verify it with you.”
Wen Ran: “?”
Seeing Wen Ran’s puzzled look, Jiang Yan leaned in a few inches, lowering his voice. “Little friend, do you like Brother?”
“Let me guess. Was it love at first sight, or did you get a taste and come back for more?”
Wen Ran: “???”
Hard. His fist was hard!
Wen Ran trembled with anger, repeatedly warning himself that this was the landlord’s brother and he couldn’t hit him. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word: “Scram!”
If he could, he really wanted to poison this dog mute!
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