Hearing his murmur, his voice very light, Duan Wenzheng carefully leaned an ear toward him.
“If in the future… will you think I’ve done something bad?”
Xue Lan seemed not to be able to finish.
“What bad thing?” Duan Wenzgeng asked gently.
With his eyes closed, Xue Lan murmured with all the energy he had left, “It’s… for example carelessly fighting over your belongings.”
“What do you want?” Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
But Xue Lan spoke no more.
He clutched the blanket tightly.
Duan Wenzheng’s gaze lingered on Xue Lan’s flushed cheeks and tightly clenched fingertips. His heart, as if aflame, melted into a jumbled mess of emotions.
At this moment, he felt that if Xue Lan wanted something, he would give it to him if he had it, and if he didn’t, he would even consider stealing it, just to make Xue Lan happy.
Xue Lan opened his eyes in a muddle. The corners of his eyes were slightly red and damp.
He inhaled through his nose. “Can you not kick me out of the club?”
“…”
Duan Wenzheng felt like his composure had shattered at this moment. He had the urge to comfort this crybaby in his arms and simultaneously wanted to delve into the mind of this feverish little devil to understand what was truly on his mind.
“Don’t worry about it.”
In the end, he was still defeated. With a soft, gentle voice, he said, “We will always be together. I’ll be by your side to win the world championship. If you want to leave LGW, I will follow you… wherever you want to go.
“Right now, sleep, and have a good dream.
“I don’t have much experience taking care of others.” Xue Lan listened to the person by his side in a daze. Duan Wenzheng’s voice was very light. “If anything’s wrong, just let me know.”
He felt like he should have responded, but it seemed like he didn’t. He drifted off to sleep in this drowsy state.
Duan Wenzheng kept an eye on him but ended up falling asleep at one point. When he opened his eyes, it was already nearing midday. He stretched out his hand and felt the forehead of the person beside him. Only then did his heart calm down.
Xue Lan’s nose and lips were small. He looked so delicate, like a youth who had stepped out of a manhua. His eyelashes were long, and when his eyes were closed, they cast a gentle shadow on his cheeks, making his soft features appear even more tender.
He was already at the age of an adult, but he seemed more like a fifteen or a sixteen-year-old.
It made people feel like dipping a finger in was a sin.
Duan Wenzheng’s eyes lingered on his cheeks.
Currently, his cheeks were still red from the fever that was going down. His sleeping look was even more harmless and defenseless. It made him want to…
He slowly drew nearer, the other temperature beneath the blanket becoming more distinct. A subtle sweet, calming fragrance entered his nose, momentarily making him feel as if he were the one with the fever.
Duan Wenzheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He reached out and gently touched the face within easy reach.
It felt gentle and smooth, just as he had imagined.
He propped himself up and leaned closer again, the rise and fall of his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
The sensation under his fingertips was so distinct that he was reluctant to tear away, and his eyes landed on the slightly pursed, small lips.
He could feel those warm, soft lips on the side of his face as if it were just yesterday.
So soft.
He wasn’t sure if it would feel the same as his cheeks. Duan Wenzheng’s fingers tightened, and suddenly, he wanted…
But, perhaps due to the sudden pressure from his fingers, the child’s eyes opened hazily at that moment.
Xue Lan blinked. His vision gradually started to focus on the person in close proximity.
“…”
This pair of confused eyes halted Duan Wenzheng’s racing heart as if a car that had driven to the edge of a cliff suddenly stopped.
He retracted his hand.
“Your fever’s gone.”
Xue Lan nodded in a daze, fully convinced by Duan Wenzheng’s nonsense about checking his temperature.
But Duan Wenzheng didn’t have time to sigh in relief or resignation. That child moved and stumbled upon a sensitive spot, an area that couldn’t be openly discussed.
For a moment, both of them stared blankly at each other.
Amidst this awkward silence, Duan Wenzheng withdrew his gaze first.
“It’s inevitable for men to feel excited in the morning… don’t you think so?”
“…”
A flush of red instantly spread across Xue Lan’s face, but Duan Wenzheng maintained an attitude of “as long as I don’t feel awkward, the one feeling awkward is the other person,” and continued to ask, “You’ve also been through it, right?”
“…”
Xue Lan’s cheeks grew increasingly red, but Duan Wenzheng was completely unaware that the one who should be feeling embarrassed was himself and continued, “Do you know what you should do right now? Do you want… gege to teach you?”
“…”
Xue Lan abruptly jolted up. As if something frightening were chasing him, he rushed into the bathroom like a wisp of smoke.
Duan Wenzheng roared with laughter. He stood up and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom door, then knocked on it.
“Ey? Why did you run?
“Am I not supposed to be the one who entered the bathroom?
“You don’t want to learn on the spot?
“You’re missing a rare opportunity to learn…”
……
The person outside spoke endlessly, while the person inside blushed so deeply that it seemed like blood would soon pour out.
As expected!!
How could he believe Duan Wenzheng’s words about ceasing his teasing!!!
As Duan Wenzheng kept rattling on without leaving, a burst of short ringtones came from outside.
Duan Wenzheng walked to the table and picked up the phone, intending to inform Xue Lan that his phone was ringing. But when he saw the caller…
He decisively cut off the call.
However, the phone kept on persistently ringing —
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