The Whole World Thinks I’m a Woman Disguised as a Man

Chapter 127: Exclusive to Jinjiang Literature City

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This night was chaotic and confusing.

Xue Lan's memory seemed to be so confused that he couldn't remember what happened, but he clearly remembered the water ripples in the bathtub, from slow to fast, until it overflowed all over the floor.

He sobbed and begged for mercy countless times, and he didn't remember when Duan Wenzhen untied his clothes. He only remembered that he was thrown into the soft quilt by him with the water stains on his body still wet.

I don't remember whether he said it wasn't wiped dry yet, I just remember Duan Wenzheng turned over again...

“…Please.”

His voice was hoarse from crying.

"Beg me?" Duan Wenzheng maliciously increased his intensity and whispered in his ear, "Beg me...?"

"S-Stop talking..."

Duan Wenzheng said a lot of embarrassing and heart-pounding words, but he was also terribly vindictive: "Want to learn how to be a fierce 1? ... What information do you need to look up? I'll teach you."

"No, no..." Xue Lan sobbed and buried his head in the pillow.

"Do you still want to do it?"

"… "

In the end, he didn't know whether the pillow was soaked with wet water, sweat or his sobbing tears. He didn't know how much morning light was outside the blackout curtains, nor did he know when the people around him fell asleep.

Xue Lan managed to sit up with his body that was about to fall apart. After he fell asleep, Duan Wenzheng had taken him to take another bath and his bed had been simply made up, but his whole body seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled, and those memories appeared clearly before his eyes again.

It's really... so embarrassing.

Xue Lan was feeling so shy that he didn't know what to do, when the person who was sleeping soundly beside him suddenly reached out and brought him back into his arms.

"Let's sleep for a while."

The sweet fragrance from his body permeated Xue Lan's nose, causing her ears to turn red unconsciously.

"It's time to get up." Xue Lan buried his face in the pillow, his voice still unusually hoarse: "When everyone wakes up..."

Duan Wenzheng then reluctantly opened one eye, and his fingertips soothed his hair from time to time: "Does it still hurt?"

“…” Xue Lan buried her face in his shoulder.

Duan Wenzheng lowered his head and kissed his eyelids again and again. Just when Xue Lan felt that this moment of interaction was warm and beautiful—

"It's still early, shall we do it two more times?"

"...???" Xue Lan was so scared that she quickly reached out to push him: "We should go back now. Everyone should wake up soon."

"It doesn't matter." Duan Wenzheng said shamelessly: "I'll be faster."

“… No, no.”

But in the end, the only sounds in the room were the two people's intertwined breathing and sobbing.

"Slow down, slow down." Xue Lan's voice was as soft as the murmur of a little animal.

"Slow down? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Duan Wenzheng raised his deep eyes between his torn hair, and reflected in his eyes were his blurred and tear-stained eyes, his red eyes and cheeks, and even his little finger that he bit in his mouth for fear of making a sound...

Duan Wenzhen felt that his rationality and restraint were being crushed bit by bit.

"Have you learned it?"

"..." Xue Lan was so scared that he quickly shook his head.

"It's okay." Duan Wenzheng said like a patient teacher: "I'll teach you slowly."

“… ?!”

By the time the two finally walked out of the hotel, it was already bright.

Xue Lan tightened his wrinkled coat and tried to distance himself from the people around him.

"Hey, wait for me." Duan Wenzheng chased after him with a smile, but looking at his unnatural movements when he walked, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed and self-blame: "I'll carry you."

"No need." Xue Lan didn't buy it. It was all fake. If Duan Wenzheng really cared about her, why would he still...

Thinking of this, Xue Lan turned his head away angrily.

"Let me carry you on my back." Duan Wenzheng still squeezed in front of him with a playful smile: "Just consider it as an apology?"

"I can do it myself." Xue Lan gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Duan Wenzheng did not give up and squeezed again: "Does it still hurt? Let me take a look when we get back later?"

“… ?!”

Xue Lan covered her ears and just wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible.

Xue Lan was hoping for the best, thinking that since the dinner lasted so late yesterday, everyone would probably still be asleep. However, she didn't expect that when they arrived at the club entrance, before they could go in separately, they ran into Zhou Kanqing who was pushing the door open.

When the three of them met, Xue Lan's blood pressure instantly rose.

"So early... what were you doing?"

Zhou Kanqing looked at the two of them with sleepy eyes, and then fixed his eyes on Xue Lan: "What's wrong with Lanlan?"

"… "

Duan Wenzheng replied indifferently: "Of course..."

“Going for a morning run!!!”

Xue Lan interrupted him hurriedly. If Duan Wenzheng was asked to answer, and the person opposite him was Zhou Kanqing who took pleasure in provoking Duan Wenzheng, Xue Lan simply couldn't imagine what Duan Wenzheng would say.

"..." Zhou Kanqing looked at the two of them again with a strange expression: "Going for a run so early...?"

"Yeah." Duan Wenzheng replied expressionlessly, "I sprained my ankle."

"… "

Zhou Kanqing's sleepiness disappeared after hearing this, and he hurriedly said, "Why are you so careless? Let the team doctor take a look. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital."

"... No, that's not necessary." Xue Lan was frightened and waved his hand hastily.

"Of course! As a professional e-sports player, we must take good care of our health, especially injuries like this. What if we injure our bones? It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone..."

"..." Xue Lan listened to his mumbling awkwardly, just wanting to quickly slip back to the room before anyone else got up.

After all, apart from Zhou Kanqing, I'm afraid no one would believe such nonsense.

Unexpectedly, when Xue Lan was thinking about how to say goodbye to Zhou Kanqing tactfully, Duan Wenzheng actually picked him up and walked quickly into the club with Zhou Kanqing still in place.

Xue Lan lay stiffly in Duan Wenzheng's arms, not daring to imagine whether Zhou Kanqing had seen or guessed anything.

He only cursed Duan Wenzheng a few times, and then shouted, "I'm going to buy breakfast. Does Lanlan want to bring anything?"

Xue Lan was about to say no, but Duan Wenzheng answered first: "Soy milk and fried dough sticks, two portions, thank you."

"I didn't ask you!!!"

Xue Lan felt that he had lost all face. He leaned in Duan Wenzheng's arms. Although Duan Wenzheng walked very fast, he hoped that Duan Wenzheng could walk even faster.

Fortunately, the two returned to Xue Lan's room and did not meet anyone else along the way.

Duan Wenzheng put him on the bed and kissed his eyelid again: "You should take a nap. I'll bring you breakfast later."

"… "

After saying this, Duan Wen Zheng turned around and left the room.

Xue Lan did not sleep, but took a shower and changed his clothes. Duan Wenzheng had messed up his shirt yesterday, and he could not wear it when he left the hotel, so he crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Taking it out again at this moment... Seeing the marks on it, Xue Lan couldn't help but blush again.

Duan Wenzheng really is... too much!

Naturally, he didn't dare take the clothes downstairs to wash them, so Xue Lan had to go into the bathroom again and start washing clothes with a guilty conscience.

The sound of water splashed in the bathroom. Xue Lan opened the game videos of several extremely powerful teams in previous international competitions and watched the game replays while washing clothes.

Although the upcoming international competition is only about two and a half months away, they have just finished the domestic league, and Xie Zhinian gave them a day off today, so Duan Wenzheng dragged him like this without restraint...

Thinking of this, Xue Lan became very angry, and the clothes in her clothes seemed to have turned into Duan Wenzheng, being rolled and flattened by him.

“I don’t know the country of origin.”

After the game, the video moved on to the next one, which happened to be the pre-match interview of the previous team. The white player in the video was answering questions in fluent English.

Xue Lan wasn't interested, but the clothes hadn't been washed yet, so he didn't have much time to take care of it.

The interview segment continues.

"What I know is that the world finals of Dawn of Last Light in recent years have all been held in Europe, and we have won several world championships. Dawn of Last Light is ours."

Xue Lan raised his eyelids slightly, but didn't pay much attention to what the interviewer said.

He was too familiar with this sentence, and the next sentence was -

"Wind? There are too many choices in Dawn of Doom. I can't remember. I have no impression."

"In the Asian region, only South Korea can compete. The other teams are not worth mentioning."

This interview was recorded before last year's international competition. Xue Lan was deeply impressed by it because it was a very important contradiction in the original work.

Just like what Xie Zhinian had encountered before, although their country was the creator of "Dawn of Doom", it had always performed poorly in international competitions in recent years. That was why the European TXT team, which had won the championship for two consecutive years, was so arrogant.

However, Xue Lan did not take their shouting to heart, because no matter in the original text or now, they would definitely win the championship and bring the world championship back home. He still felt that the video was too noisy, so he wiped it and turned off the noisy video.

"Don't worry about what they say."

Duan Wenzheng's voice came from outside the bathroom.

"How, how did you get in?" Xue Lan was startled by his sudden voice.

Duan Wenzheng shook the key in his pocket naturally: "I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I took the key myself."

"… "

Duan Wenzheng threw the key to him. Xue Lan took the key and glanced at it: "There is another key:"

"I took it." Duan Wenzheng said very consciously: "I can't always trouble you to open the door for me in the middle of the night."

"… "

Duan Wenzhen glanced at the clothes he was washing, smiled and put the soy milk and fried dough sticks in his bowl aside.

"Let me do it. You go eat first."

Xue Lan originally wanted to say no, but Duan Wenzheng had already rolled up his sleeves and walked to his side, taking the half-washed clothes.

Thinking of how he had tied his waist with this piece of clothing yesterday and how his wrists were still aching, Xue Lan shyly turned his head away and ran out to eat.

The soy milk and fried dough sticks were sweet. Xue Lan ate them bite by bite while standing at the table. However, his peripheral vision caught sight of another bag with a pharmacy mark on it.

Just then, Duan Wenzheng came out of the bathroom.

"What is this?" Xue Lan and his group looked at the transparent plastic bag.

Duan Wenzheng hung his clothes aside and walked over to him: "Why are you eating while standing..."

He was halfway through his question when he suddenly understood the answer. Under Xue Lan's sharp eyes, he kissed his cheek that was bulging with fried dough sticks, and said with a hint of smile: "Blame me."

“…” He didn’t sound any remorse at all.

Duan Wenzheng picked up the bag that Xue Lan had just asked about and placed it in front of Xue Lan.

A corner of the plastic bag was exposed.

Xue Lan glanced at him, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Duan Wenzheng took the things inside as if he had no idea. While checking the words on the bottle, he said nonchalantly, "Have you finished eating? Go to bed after you finish eating. I'll help you get some medicine."

“… ?!”