Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 121 Ashamed

Xiao Yan placed his hand on his chest, his eyes flickering slightly as he looked at the person so close to him.

It is this face, so pretty that one cannot take their eyes off it. Since when did I start to be unconsciously attracted to it?

Was it that sudden meeting in the Beidi camp?

Was it the difficult day and night they spent together in the cave?

Or was it the days and nights of careful care after I was poisoned by the snake?

A case that Jingcheng helped solve? A life-or-death situation that was framed?

Or... even earlier?

Why is it always so unexpected?

Show up at all critical moments in time, whether in the past or in the present.

Could this be the fate that this person mentioned when he expressed his gratitude during the meal?

He watched the person in front of him, his eyebrows moving from time to time, and his fingertips slowly touched the flushed face.

Hot! Slightly scalding!

This touch of heat seemed to be wrapped in electricity, rushing along the fingertips to Xiao Yan's heart.

Just that one moment caught him off guard and he retracted his hand in panic.

This feeling is so...wonderful!

Even just now, there was such a moment.

For the first time, Xiao Yan felt like a bastard and couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

The robe wasn't thick, but the space inside was small and I started to feel hot for no apparent reason.

He opened his robe, lay flat on his back and took a long breath, letting out all the tension and panic in his heart.

Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked at the silk curtains hanging on both sides. He was not yet completely calm. Lu Ziqing seemed to be cold and rubbed his arms dully.

With his eyes closed, he subconsciously reached out to grab the robe, and when he covered it back, he did not forget to cover the person next to him as well.

Xiao Yan was stunned and let the hand press on his chest as if to comfort a child.

From the side, he looked drunk and tired, mumbling softly in a drawn-out voice.

"Lao Su, I'll tell you again, if you roll up the quilt again, you won't sleep with me anymore. Go sleep on the floor. If you can't walk tomorrow, I won't carry you."

Xiao Yan took a while to react, then simply turned sideways to face him and put one hand under his head.

He casually continued, not expecting an answer, "Do you often carry me on your back? When?"

Lu Ziqing seemed to have heard it and raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm? When you were little, you were often beaten, and I was the one who carried you. Now that you're a hero and want to save face, you deny it?"

He laughed intoxicatedly.

"I know, you're afraid that Senior Sister will see you and it will affect your handsome image."

Xiao Yan smiled, "Do I have it? What about you?"

Lu Ziqing said "hmm" in a very soft voice, like a very obedient kitten.

"You are more narcissistic than Chengyi. Me? I'm not."

Xiao Yan: "Why?"

"Because..." Lu Ziqing's eyebrows moved, as if he was thinking. After a while, he said: "Senior Sister is family, not...a lover."

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes, then raised them and asked a question for some unknown reason.

"Then... who is it?"

"Ok?"

"……spouse!"

Lu Ziqing moved his head and turned over to lie flat.

"Okay, let's stop chatting. We have to rush to the capital tomorrow. Oh, right..."

He turned over on his back again, as if he was really sleepy, and spoke softly.

"Don't forget to write to Cheng Yi, telling him to remember to send someone to check on Aunt Lan and keep an eye on Second Brother Xu. If he dares to come back and beat people up, take money, and ignore the children again, have Cheng Yi tie him up and take him back to be dealt with."

Who is Aunt Lan? Who is Cheng Yi? What kind of place is that...?

Xiao Yan's eyes softened as he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar back and muttered to himself.

"How much...is there still about you that I don't know?"

He listened to the rustling of bamboo branches in the strong wind outside the house. He didn't know how long it had passed before his eyelids gradually closed as the candlelight dimmed.

Doubts float around in a trance, defenselessly becoming a captive of the wind, traveling around the world with the mist and clouds, letting time fall on the shadows of green mountains and bamboos.

The raindrops rustled and hit Xiao Yan mercilessly. Weeds and bushes covered the original path, and the rainwater flowed into the herbal basket.

He stood halfway up the mountain, looking into the distance through the rain and fog, where only a corner of a thatched house could be seen.

I don’t know how long I walked, but I finally got home.

The small bamboo house was very clean and smelled of herbs. The bathtub was filled with hot steam, and there were dry clothes prepared in advance next to it.

Xiao Yan smiled knowingly, took a hot bath to relieve the cold and fatigue of the day, and lay down in the bed that had already been warmed.

He hugged the thin white back of the woman who was already sleeping beside the pillow, and his nose touched her hair. The smell was still as sweet and pleasant as before, which made him intoxicated.

Xiao Yan tightened his arms and couldn't help but bury his face deep in her neck, closing his eyes lazily and sniffing deeply.

That familiarity and sweetness is like a drug of joy, causing people's hearts to beat faster and their emotions to become difficult to control.

Listening to the cold wind outside, the warmth of the quilt is intoxicating, and the sound of my heartbeat is hitting my ears.

His throat slid, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his palm stroked the tight body of the person in his arms through the silky underwear.

Xiao Yan was suddenly moved and felt like he was burning with passion.

Desire began to emerge, and the heavy and hazy breathing slowly dissipated, like an invisible silk cloth, covering the bed.

It makes people want to be as wild and crazy as the wind outside.

His fingertips slid silently into the silky texture.

The touch felt like seeing it with my own eyes, smooth, tight, every inch of the body as green as a scallion, full of spring.

The dizziness caused by the heartbeat crept up Xiao Yan's head.

At this point, I couldn't bear it anymore.

He slowly took off the silky hand on his shoulder and turned the man around by pulling his shoulders.

Clear and slightly long peach blossom eyes under the sword-like eyebrows, plump red lips slightly open, a face like an immortal.

It’s Lu Ziqing!

Xiao Yan suddenly screamed, his soul left his body, he opened his eyes, stared and gasped.

I saw Lu Ziqing lying flat with his head tilted towards me, his eyes closed, and a trace of red still on his face.

On the same shoulder, the clothes were pushed aside, revealing a small piece of smooth white skin, which was covered by the hair that came around the chin, making it vaguely visible.

The robe that had been used as a blanket was now draped messily over her stomach.

Xiao Yan was struck by lightning for a moment, and was so shocked that he seemed unable to breathe.

He quickly withdrew his hand that was on Lu Ziqing's abdomen, moved back as if hiding from something, and half-raised his elbow.

He looked at the scene in shock and disbelief.

Why is this happening? How could it be... is it...

Is it really because I have been holding it in for too long?

He raised his hand to cover his forehead, closed his eyes, sighed in shame, and slapped himself casually.

Xiao Yan lifted his robe and sat up, his ears suddenly turning red.

He quickly pulled up his outer robe, covered the bulge in his crotch with his hands, and in a panic, climbed over Lu Ziqing.

Maybe he did something that even he himself considered shameless and shameless, and he was a man, but the most important thing was that this person was...

He was too panicked for a moment, and when he reached out his hand, he failed to hold onto the edge of the bed firmly, and accidentally slipped. His body suddenly fell down, and his face fell on the other person's shoulder.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, slapping himself in his heart again, and smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus.

Lu Ziqing was seen sleeping soundly, frowning and humming in a daze.

Soft, delicate, with a hint of crying, like a poor little kid who had been bullied.

The voice is so soft that it makes people... weak in the knees!

Xiao Yan: “…”

He felt like he had gone insane and was almost losing consciousness after two nightmares.

Xiao Yan admitted that he admired Lu Ziqing very much and that he was also very...good-looking, but...

That is limited to appreciation between friends, and more importantly, it is a special care for the benefactor. There is absolutely no rebellious or dirty thoughts.

If this is not enough to explain, then there is only... one thing, and it is this point that occasionally confuses him.

That is, Xiao Yan couldn't tell when or what moment it was.

Sometimes I feel as if there is a little devil in my heart instigating me, and I can't help but want to look at that person a few more times.

This feeling stayed in my heart for a long time.

It wasn’t until I dreamed of Lu Ziqing for the first time that the feeling became more confusing and complicated.

My heart feels like something is pulling at it, making me feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Originally, he wanted to find some time to ask Lang Si about it from the side, but he was delayed by official business and forgot about it.

Now, there is no need to ask anything, I have simply gone crazy.

Being audacious and presumptuous, you blaspheme the gods in your heart.

Damn it!