Duan Wenzheng's words made Xue Lan suddenly withdraw his gaze from his nervousness.
Only then did he realize that after the two of them hid in the closet, in such a narrow and dark space, he was actually sitting on his lap. And Duan Wenzheng's hand slipped down the hem of his pajamas without him noticing when, instantly dyeing his face red.
"Don't… "
Xue Lan didn't dare to speak loudly, and in panic he held down his wrist, but Duan Wenzheng bit the tip of his ear.
"Still hiding?"
Xue Lan took a breath of cold air.
Wen Yan, who was standing in the room, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly raised his head.
Xue Lan didn't dare to make any more sound. He pushed away the hand that was sliding up with one hand and covered his mouth tightly with the other hand for fear of making any sound.
Duan Wenzheng seemed to have noticed his embarrassment and loosened his grip on the tip of his ear. Just when Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a soft and wet touch sweeping across his earlobe.
Xue Lan froze in place.
Duan Wen Zheng seemed to have found something interesting. His tongue slid down from the tip of his red ear along the auricle.
Xue Lan's entire face was burning hot, his breathing became increasingly unstable, and his struggling movements became rapid and panicky.
But in his panic he accidentally touched a secret spot. Xue Lan froze instantly, not daring to move.
Wen Yan walked to the table in the room. He seemed to be looking down at the notes spread out on the table.
That was a simple summary of the playing styles of each team and player written by Xue Lan.
Wen Yan's fingertips stroked the words above, reading them intently.
At this moment, Xue Lan could only pray secretly that he would leave quickly. He clenched Duan Wenzheng's wrist tightly, fearing that he would cause trouble again.
Duan Wenzheng leaned against the closet, looking at the person sitting on him through the light that came through the gap that Xue Lan had slightly opened.
Xue Lan was holding his wrist tightly, staring at the people in the room through the gap.
Duan Wenzheng admired the way he looked like a guilty thief, but he thought he had caught his hand so he let down his guard and focused on Wen Yan, but he moved his waist and abdomen maliciously when he sat on them.
Xue Lan's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at him like a frightened deer.
"It's numb."
Duan Wen Zheng said innocently.
Xue Lan sat up stiffly and tried to lift Duan Wenzheng's legs which were numb from his sitting.
As he moved carefully, Duan Wenzheng broke free from his hand, and instead ran his fingertips through the soft hair at the back of his head, bringing him back to where she had sealed his lips with a kiss.
Through the wardrobe, Xue Lan could still vaguely hear the rustling sound of paper as Wen Yan flipped through his notes.
Duan Wenzhen put his hand behind his head, stopping him from retreating, his hand was gentle but carried a tone that did not allow rejection.
Xue Lan did not dare to struggle too much. The touch on his lips was soft, but his attention was all focused on the sound of Wen Yan turning the pages and the tip of his pen moving between the pages. He was afraid that if he made any sound, Wen Yan would notice something was wrong.
Duan Wenzheng seemed dissatisfied with his inattention and bit his lips maliciously.
Xue Lan came back to his senses with a pained look, and glanced at his triumphant expression. He wondered how Duan Wenzheng could be so... childish!
Just as he was secretly complaining about Duan Wenzhen’s childish behavior, Wen Yan, who was originally looking down at the battle notes, seemed to notice something and suddenly stopped what he was doing.
Wen Yan's low, doubtful voice instantly made Xue Lan so nervous that her heartbeat seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.
In a panic, he put his hand between Duan Wenzheng's lips to block the kiss, and stared out of the cabinet through the narrow gap as if facing a great enemy.
At this moment, Wen Yan had put down his notes. His eyes were on the closet where they were hiding. He frowned and walked towards the closet step by step.
Xue Lan's heart instantly rose to his throat.
Wen Yan got closer and closer.
In a narrow place like the closet, once Wen Yan found out, there would be no place for him to hide. Xue Lan anxiously looked around the dark and narrow space, not knowing what to do, but he completely forgot that his hand was still covering Duan Wenzheng's lips.
While Xue Lan was in a panic, not knowing what to do, Duan Wenzheng was sitting lazily beside the wardrobe, watching his panicked movements.
As if dissatisfied with him forgetting about her, he slightly opened his lips, and the tip of his tongue brushed across the corner of his lips as if unintentionally brushing against his palm.
“… ?!”
An electric shock-like feeling instantly spread from the palm of his hand. Xue Lan withdrew his hand in shock, and his face instantly turned red again.
Duan Wen Zheng's eyes were full of innocence, as if what he just did was just an unintentional mistake.
Xue Lan didn't have time to think about anything at the moment, as Wen Yan had already walked to the closet.
Xue Lan quickly held his breath.
Just as he was observing the wardrobe in front of him and seemed to be planning his next move, Zhou Kanqing's voice suddenly came from outside -
"Lanlan, why don't you know what's going on... Ah Yan?!" Zhou Kanqing took a breath of cold air: "When did you come back? Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"
Only after hearing Zhou Kanqing's voice did Wen Yan shift his attention away from the wardrobe.
"I'm going to have an operation and will be leaving after I come back to get my documents. So... I came to say hello to exist first."
"How long will the operation take?"
"I probably won't be able to join you guys for the remaining games in the country."
Zhou Kanqing lowered his head and blamed himself, "I'm sorry... For so many years I have always regarded myself as your best brother, but in the end I didn't even know that your hand was injured, and... I also put so much pressure on you. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Kanqing, what are we saying sorry to each other?" Wen Yan's face was gentle. He looked at Zhou Kanqing's self-blaming expression and said, "However, I thought I could finish the whole season, and now I'm leaving suddenly... I'm a little worried about exist."
"Lanlan?" Zhou Kanqing's eyes lit up again when he heard him mention Xue Lan: "Don't worry about Lanlan, he is really good now, he will definitely be a good team player! I, I can also play back-end attack, don't worry, we will get a place in the world competition and wait for you to come back! Let's participate in the international competition together!"
In front of Wen Yan, he no longer looked angry as he did in the car, as if he was afraid that any hesitation on his part would make Wen Yan worried.
Xue Lan listened to his words and suddenly felt inexplicably sad.
As unbridled and eccentric as Zhou Kanqing used to be, he is as cautious and cautious now.
They are so cautious, fearing that the person who is protecting their innocence may be worried because of concerns.
Wen Yan patted Zhou Kanqing on the shoulder, as if expressing trust and entrusting him with something.
They are many comrades-in-arms, and there is no need for them to say anything more to each other at this moment.
"Have you seen exist?" Wen Yan asked again: "I still have something to say to him."
"Lanlan, he doesn't..." Zhou Kanqing glanced doubtfully behind Wen Yan. Just when he was wondering where he could be at such a late hour, he suddenly saw the closet behind Wen Yan slightly open, and Duan Wenzheng was sitting in the dark, staring at him with a bad look.
Wen Yan seemed to have sensed something from his gaze. When he was about to turn around in confusion, Zhou Kanqing suddenly hugged his head.
Zhou Kanqing said sternly in front of Wen Yan's surprised gaze: "A Yan! You must take good care of yourself for a while! Don't worry about the team! There will be absolutely no problem!!"
“…” Wen Yan opened his hand.
"Oh Lanlan!" Zhou Kanqing said suddenly, "I remember now, I just saw him in the training room!"
"Training room?" Wen Yan asked in confusion, "Isn't the server under maintenance?"
"..." Zhou Kanqing gritted his teeth and made up a story: "How could he not know? I just saw him passing by. How about we go to the training room and take a look?"
Wen Yan thought about it and nodded.
Zhou Kanqing heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly dragged him out of the room, then fearfully closed the door tightly.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xue Lan finally relaxed his breath and ran out of the closet.
"Come back soon..."
As soon as he sat down on the ground, someone suddenly grabbed his collar and took him back to the closet.
The cabinet was closed tightly again, and Xue Lan's attempt to get up was interrupted, and he fell on the thick pile of clothes.
"How does it feel to have an affair?" Duan Wenzheng's voice was tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"… "
"I cooperated with you in hiding, so shouldn't you give me something in return?"
Xue Lan wanted to remind him that he had not cooperated at all and had even made trouble several times... but he still didn't dare to tell the truth.
Duan Wenzheng was in a good mood and continued to persuade him, "Also, do you know how to comfort your boyfriend when he gets angry in the future?"
Xue Lan shook his head subconsciously, and then he remembered that the cabinet was now tightly closed by Duan Wenzheng, and not a single light could come in.
He was about to speak when he heard Duan Wenzheng's voice coming from the darkness.
"The person who is in the way has left."
Duan Wenzheng came over, and Xue Lan vaguely heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped, and instantly took a breath of cold air.
"Brother, let me teach you... how to please your boyfriend."
“…Wait, wait a minute!”
"No."
Duan Wenzhen's fingertips slid across the texture of his team uniform pants. As the itchiness of the sliding movement eroded his mind, Duan Wenzhen slipped under his wrist, which he didn't know whether to push away or clench, and grasped his life.
In the darkness, Duan Wenzheng's low voice could be heard: "You get a reaction every time... Why do you like me kissing you?"
Xue Lan froze in place instantly because of his action. Those things that he had hidden in his heart and was too embarrassed to speak out... were still discovered by Duan Wenzheng.
Xue Lan buried his face in his fingertips and dared not look at anyone anymore.
Duan Wenzheng kissed his eyelids soothingly, and then took his hand and held it together as if to comfort himself.
"Look." Duan Wenzheng's voice became more hoarse: "I am the same as you."
The temperature penetrated into Xue Lan's heart like an electric shock through his cold fingertips, and he quickly pulled his hand back.
"If I get angry in the future, do you know how to coax me?" Duan Wenzheng asked in a coaxing voice.
Xue Lan nodded, then shook her head in panic.
His cheeks were burning, and the narrow wardrobe seemed to be stained with a touch of hot temperature.
Duan Wenzheng's patience at this moment was surprising. He stretched out his hand to ruffle his hair, as if he was afraid of disturbing him. He whispered in his ear without missing a word, asking him -
"I forgot to ask you just now, do you like me to use my hands or... my mouth, boyfriend?"