I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

Chapter 78

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Xue Yan's hand froze.

He didn't seem to realize what fell on his hand for the first time, and after that, he hurriedly backhanded and put his palm on Jun Huailang's face.

His movements were obviously clumsy, and when his fingertips scraped the bottom of Jun Huailang's eyes, the force was not light, and his skin was a little painful.

Jun Huailang's tears flowed out uncontrollably. He wiped off a drop, and a new one flowed out, as if nothing could be wiped off.

Jun Huailang didn't say anything, only silently weeping.

Xue Yan usually gets annoyed when he sees people crying, especially those recruits in the barracks who can't bear any hardship.

Or threatened with life and death, so that he would not dare to shed tears.

But at this moment, the tears that fell on his hands one by one seemed to flow straight into his heart, making his heart hurt.

"Okay, it's just raining, why are you crying?" he said softly, hoarsely.

Jun Huailang retorted subconsciously, "I didn't."

But his nasal voice was mixed with choking, making his rebuttal especially unconvincing.

Xue Yan laughed.

"Well, you didn't," he said.

Jun Huailang explained a little embarrassedly: "... Now it's raining in the mountains, so it will always be more dangerous. What's more, they have to go into the mountains to find them. Once it rains, it will be even more difficult."

Speaking of this, his voice dropped, and the sobbing sounded a little more.

"...You're still injured."

Xue Yan paused.

At this moment, only he knew how much he wanted to put away his arms on the stone wall and put the person in front of him into his arms.

After a while, his cold fingertips brushed Jun Huailang's wet eyelashes.

"Okay," he said. "As long as I promise you, no matter what, I will do it."

Saying that, he pinched Jun Huailang's cheek: "Trust me or not?"

Jun Huailang suddenly said. "You don't live for me, you should live for yourself."

"… Um?"

There was darkness in front of him, but Xue Yan's hand was on Jun Huailang's face.

He felt that the long and thick eyelashes like crow's wings swept across his fingertips, a little itchy.

It was Jun Huailang who raised his eyes in the darkness and looked at him.

"Whose life is tough enough to stand up to random tossing?" In his cold, choked voice, there was a hint of ferocity. "You have to cherish your own life."

No one ever let Xue Yan spare his life, not even King Yan who treated him like a father and son.

This is what everyone has tacitly accepted, including Xue Yan himself.

He is a lonely star, a bad life, and the king of hell is not too rare, so naturally he can pretend and beat him casually.

… What is there to cherish about this crap

Perhaps it was the strength of the desperado in him that made him domineering in the courtroom, and no one dared to provoke him easily.

Xue Yan didn't speak for a while.

However, seeing that Jun Huailang heard the silence for a while, he continued, "Did you hear that?"

Xue Yan hummed.

Jun Huailang still felt that it was not enough.

Since he found out that Xue Yan was injured, his heart has been hanging by a thin thread. The thread even got into the flesh, making his heart feel stuffy and painful.

But the person in front of him didn't take it seriously at all, just like it was okay for him to get hurt at will, and his life and death didn't matter.

Jun Huailang didn't know why, the more he was aware of this, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Originally, he just looked at the poor man, obeyed his heart, and did what he was taught to do since he was a child.

But now, he hopes that this person can cherish himself.

I don't know when, he began to lose sight of the shadows left on him by the dark past.

Hearing Xue Yan's indifferent voice, Jun Huailang added: "If you don't even risk your life, then I will..."

When he got to the place where he was about to say harsh words, Jun Huailang stopped.

He never said anything threatening, and he had no experience. The threat just now was just emotional, and he said it naturally, but he couldn't think of how to threaten Xue Yan specifically.

Halfway through the words, silence returned to the cave.

Before Jun Huailang could think of what to say in the second half of the sentence, Xue Yan laughed first.

"What's the matter?" His final voice rose, although his breath was a little weak, he could hear the pleasant teasing in his tone.

Jun Huailang gritted his teeth.

"...I don't care about you either."

Xue Yan's laughter had stopped at once, but turned into a series of deep laughter.

Jun Huailang was next to him, and he could feel the tremor in his chest when he laughed.

Just when Jun Huailang was embarrassed by his laughter, Xue Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, I promise you."

He couldn't help gnashing his teeth and thinking, how could there be such a painful person.

Make him want to kiss him hard, and cherish it so much that he doesn't dare to move his mouth, and only dares to use this moment to almost laugh, as if to relieve his greed, and stroke Jun Huailang's face with his fingertips.

The nature of the desperado is rooted in his bones. Even though he said so, his heart was still hard to change.

However, now he has tied his life to Jun Huailang.

Even if the desperados don't want to die anymore, they don't dare to die easily if they have concerns and obsessions.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and even the temperature in the cave is dropping. Jun Huailang raised his hand cautiously and touched the stone wall behind Xue Yan, it was cold, but just touched it, and the cold seeped into the cracks of his bones.

The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is already humid, and now it rains again, and the moisture will flow in through the gaps in the soil and rocks.

Jun Huailang also felt the chill on Xue Yan's body.

He was always hot. Jun Huailang remembered that when he was in Mingluan Palace, Xue Yan would wear a single shirt and go out to practice swordsmanship in winter.

He has never been afraid of the cold.

But it was clearly summer, but his body was cold, blending with the water vapor seeping in from the stone wall.

Jun Huailang retracted his hand, and without a moment's hesitation, he put his hand on his shoulder as much as possible, trying to warm him up.

"Are you cold?" Jun Huailang asked. "It's okay, the rain will stop soon."

The sound of the rain outside was so loud that it could be heard through the layers of soil and rocks. Even people who did not understand geography and hydrology knew that the rain would not stop for a while.

His "it's fine" was clearly not for Xue Yan, but for himself.

He told himself in his heart that it was okay, Xue Yan would be fine.

Then Xue Yan hummed in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's not cold, take your hand back."

He didn't tell Jun Huailang that the soil behind him was not strong and would occasionally loosen. He supported the mountain behind Jun Huailang with his arms, which was blocking the rubble that accidentally fell down for him.

But what if Jun Huailang's hand was on his shoulder, and the gravel fell and hit him

What a pair of beautiful hands.

Jun Huailang didn't listen to him, and stubbornly wanted to wrap his hands around his shoulders.

Xue Yan snorted.

"What's the use of putting it on your shoulder," he said. "If you really want to keep me warm, move down and put it where my heart is."

His original intention was to protect Jun Huailang's hand in his arms.

But when Jun Huailang hesitated and moved his hand down and put it on his chest, Xue Yan cursed in a low voice in his heart.

Really looking for trouble for myself.

Those slender and warm hands slid down his shoulders all the way, causing a numbness in the severe pain. When they stopped at his heart, he only felt that his heart stopped.

If it wasn't for the wrong place, this action would be too ambiguous.

Fortunately, Xue Yan had severe back pain at this time, so he wouldn't have any embarrassing reaction when the two were so close together.

But Jun Huailang, who was in front of him, didn't feel Xue Yan's gritted teeth forbearance at all.

His hand was covered with that layer of hard and tenacious muscles, and across the vigorous flesh, he felt Xue Yan's strong and steady heartbeat.

This made Jun Huailang feel at ease.

He could feel the other person alive.

But at the same time, that heartbeat seemed infectious.

One after another, powerful and calm, gradually, it seemed to bring his pulse into the same rhythm, and in the quiet darkness, following his heartbeat, there was a rumble.

That untimely throbbing took root deeply in Jun Huailang's blood.

Time passed little by little.

Xu is Xue Yan intentionally not to let him worry, but from now on, Xue Yan has been talking to Jun Huailang slowly.

In Jun Huailang's palm, there was his steady heartbeat. After a long time, his heart, which had been suspended in mid-air, gradually let go.

Even if it rains outside, it is not at all small.

Gradually, Jun Huailang became a little drowsy, but Xue Yan pinched his face to wake him up.

"Listen, is there any noise outside?" Xue Yan asked suddenly.

So Jun Huailang turned his ears to listen.

But after listening for a long time, there was only the sound of rain.

"I really didn't hear anything..." Jun Huailang hesitated.

Xue Yan laughed softly.

"Definitely not," he said. "I'm teasing you."

It was the first time that Jun Huailang noticed that this person was so naive.

Xue Yan played the same trick several times in a row.

Jun Huailang seemed to be wholeheartedly waiting for someone to take Xue Yan out for medical treatment, so every time he hooked him, he was not at all annoyed.

Later, Xue Yan, who was smiling, put his chin on his shoulder, and his voice was almost breathless.

Jun Huailang paused, and his tone was quite soft: "...It's not that you are naive."

Xue Yan sighed: "I haven't come yet. When I go out, I must take care of Jinbao and Duan Shishi."

Saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.

It really hurts a little bit.

He teased Jun Huailang several times, all of which were diverting his attention. A mess of hallucinations gradually began to appear in his mind, making him unable to distinguish reality for a while.

He closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

However, it was only a matter of closing his eyes for him, but he heard Jun Huailang's anxious voice in his ear.

"Xue Yan, Xue Yan? Wake up, open your eyes, and don't sleep."

Xue Yan wanted to tell him with a smile that he didn't sleep, just to scare him, but his voice came out a little.

For a moment, his voice was terribly soft, and he said hoarsely, "...It's okay."

Jun Huailang didn't seem to hear it, and his voice was filled with crying.

Tsk, why are you crying again, I've never seen him cry so much before.

Xue Yan planned to open his eyes and smile at him again, but his eyelids were too heavy.

In fact, from a long time ago, his eyelids were heavy and could not be lifted. If it wasn't for Jun Huailang, he wouldn't have been able to last so long.

In the camp, I have never struggled so hard to ride horses and lift bronze tripods.

At this moment, Xue Yan heard Jun Huailang's choked voice again.

"Xue Yan, open your eyes and listen, there is a sound outside."

Xue Yan hooked his lips silently in the dark.

What, finally learned to deceive yourself

With all his strength, he raised his hand and touched Jun Huailang's hair.

"Okay, I heard it." His tone was full of persuasion.

But he didn't even notice it himself, he thought that the words he said, there was not much left in the breath.

In the darkness without a trace of light, his lips moved, and he thought he had spoken a complete sentence.