A breeze drifted into the room through the window. Yan Heqing didn't feel cold, but she still turned to Lu Lin and asked, "Are you cold...?"
The rest of the words were swallowed back by hot lips.
Lu Lin appeared behind him without him noticing. Yan Heqing was still gripping the window with one hand, his red bean bracelet rubbing against the glass, making a crisp sound.
Yan Heqing was turned around and pressed against the wall by Lu Lin, who kissed him tenderly.
Backlit, Lu Lin didn't close his eyes, gazing at Yan Heqing with clear, surging emotions in his dark eyes.
He covered Yan Heqing's hand, which was gripping the window, with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around Yan Heqing's waist.
Their eyes met, Yan Heqing's mind was in a daze, with only one voice coming from near and far— Lu Lin's voice. That time in the flower room, he said it was best to close your eyes when kissing.
As his eyelids slowly drooped, Yan Heqing slightly raised his chin, responding softly.
The light in Lu Lin's eyes was no longer calm. His lips gradually left, following Yan Heqing's beautiful jawline, and gently brushed over the few fine scars on Yan Heqing's left ear.
Yan Heqing felt a sudden, dense, and persistent tremor in his heart, as if a feather duster had swept over it.
In the darkness, his senses were sharper.
The sound of rain pattering on banana leaves grew louder, mingling with Lu Lin's breath in his ears. He felt the heat in his left ear, moving slowly down from his chin to his neck. Then he felt his collar open.
Strong, slender fingers unbuttoned the transparent buttons of the white shirt, one by one.
With a slight tug, the shirt slipped down the left shoulder.
In the dim light, the large red scar was glaring and conspicuous. Lu Lin gently and carefully touched the boy's wound, as if comforting the boy who was in pain but dared not cry, who could only huddle in the darkness of the balcony and silently lick his wounds.
Unable to control himself, Lu Lin's hand slipped into Yan Heqing's waistband.
Pfft.
The water on the stove boiled, and the lid was pushed up by the steam. The noise wasn't loud, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain, but Lu Lin stopped as if he had been awakened.
After a moment, he pulled Yan Heqing's shirt back, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "I'm going out for a bit."
Before Yan Heqing could open his eyes, he strode out of the main room.
For the first time, Lu Lin wanted to swear.
He didn't prepare any measures!
Chapter 91
Yan Heqing opened his eyes, his chest heaving, his light brown pupils misty with tears.
He adjusted his breathing and turned his head to look out the window.
Rainwater slid down from the eaves, like a crystal curtain, isolating the old house like an offshore island. The only clear sight was the banana tree, its green color even more vibrant in the heavy rain.
Yan Heqing closed the window, and the sound of rain subsided considerably. He gathered his shirt and buttoned it up one by one.
When Lu Lin returned, the lights in the main room were on, Yan Heqing was sitting by the stove, warming plum wine with hot water, reading a book with his chin propped up on his hand.
The soft light and shadow outlined his focused profile, exuding an air of untouchable purity.
Lu Lin walked over and bent down to read a book.
It was the same book as last time, " The Murder of Roger Ackroyd." Yan Heqing quickly finished reading it, leaving only a thin ten pages or so.
Lu Lin smelled of cedarwood after a shower, along with a faint scent of rain.
Slightly damp hair occasionally brushed against Yan Heqing's earlobe. Lu Lin remained silent, and Yan Heqing remained silent as they maintained this posture, quietly finishing reading the novel's ending.
Lu Lin then stepped back and sat down opposite Yan Heqing, keeping a distance from him.
Lu Lin rarely had such moments of losing control.
The strong yet fragile boy was someone he wanted to protect with all his might. He had originally intended to wait for the right opportunity to further develop their relationship.
Alas...
Lu Lin helplessly mocked himself, realizing that his self-control was always useless when facing Yan Heqing.
For quite some time just now, he wanted to turn back, and he was determined to go all the way.
He knew Yan Heqing wouldn't refuse.
But ultimately, I can't bear to part with it.
I don't want the young man to have bad memories; his life has been hard enough.
Yan Heqing closed the book and put it aside, then poured two glasses of plum wine, one for Lu Lin and one for himself.
The plum wine was already warm, with a smooth and sweet taste, which was very delicious. However, the liquor used was probably around 40 degrees, which was a bit too strong.
Yan Heqing took two sips, and her cheeks were already flushed a deep pink.
The two remained silent about what had just happened, which surprised Lu Lin. "Can't you hold your liquor?"
The plum wine was sweet and sour, just the way Yan Heqing liked it. He took another sip before putting down the glass, a bright smile spreading across his face. "No, this is just a smokescreen. When I was working part-time at the bar, my supervisor saw my expression and wouldn't let me taste any more wine."
With just a few words, Lu Lin could already imagine Yan Heqing's former working environment.
He silently picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Yan Heqing drank a few cups, then pushed away the popsicle in front of him, whispered "I'm going to sleep for a while," and fell asleep.
They seemed completely unprepared.
Lu Lin looked at him quietly, then stood up after a moment, picked up Yan Heqing around the waist, and steadily walked into Yan Heqing's room.
Pulling back the covers, Lu Lin gently placed Yan Heqing on the bed. Yan Heqing's head sank into the soft pillow, and his eyelashes suddenly fluttered open. Compared to usual, Yan Heqing's pupils seemed to have darkened slightly due to his intoxication.
" Lu Lin." He spoke, his voice trailing off slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Lu Lin's face.
The palms, usually slightly cool, were unusually warm.
"Are you still feeling unwell?" Reflecting Lu Lin's face in her eyes, Yan Heqing slowly closed them again. "I'm sorry..."
Her hand fell down, and she fell asleep again.
Lu Lin caught Yan Heqing's hand. He was first taken aback, then revealed an incredulous smile, lowered his head and gently kissed Yan Heqing's fingertips before placing them under the covers.
Sweet dreams.
*
The heavy rain lasted until dawn, and when I woke up the next day, the water in the scenic area had receded, and the sun was shining brightly.
Yan Heqing got up, Lu Lin had already prepared breakfast and a pot of hangover soup.
After we finished eating, Old Li drove up.