Chapter 188 I Love You, Little Rose

Since the two reunited, Wen Zhiyan has been hiding the position of the back of his neck intentionally or unintentionally. His hair is usually long and can always cover up that inconspicuous position.

And when the two of them make love to each other in the dead of night, they always turn off the lights.

Only when Wen Zhiyan was in his susceptible period last time did Jiang Lan try to study Wen Zhiyan's glands in detail, but due to various reasons, he could never see clearly.

By now, Wen Zhiyan had nothing to hide.

He turned around obediently and lowered his head, exposing his entire slender and fragile neck to Jiang Lan's eyes.

Jiang Lan turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa.

He prepared for the worst, thinking that he would see a hideous wound like the one between Wen Zhiyan's wrists.

But in fact, Wen Zhiyan's glands looked fine under the dim warm light.

So Jiang Lan bent down and picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the light in the living room.

Under the light that was bright enough and dazzling, he finally saw clearly that on Wen Zhiyan's round and slightly convex glands, there was a fine horizontal line that cut across the entire diameter of the gland.

There are a few inconspicuous little spots around it, which look like traces of stitches.

Whether they are an omega or an alpha, the glands are undoubtedly the most vulnerable part of their body.

If it is in dilapidated condition and the wounds are hideous, it may mean that the wounds are superficial and have almost recovered without much treatment.

But like Wen Zhiyan, the fact that the scar is barely visible can only mean that the wound must have been treated and repaired over and over again.

Jiang Lan looked at the thin line and felt cold all over. His throat seemed to be strangled with both hands, making it difficult to breathe.

He couldn't imagine how much Wen Zhiyan had suffered behind this tiny scar.

Maybe when he was lying on a cold hospital bed with broken ribs, secretly agonizing and blaming Wen Zhiyan for not being by his side, Wen Zhiyan was experiencing pain a thousand times harder than him.

Jiang Lan closed her eyes, lowered her head, and kissed the scar gently.

Wen Zhiyan shrank his neck and told Jiang Lan with a smile that it was so itchy.

He felt hot liquid dripping on the back of his neck, burning in the apex of his heart.

Wen Zhiyuan remained silent and allowed Jiang Lan to put her arms around his waist. After kissing him, he put his forehead on the back of his neck.

He heard Jiang Lan's trembling voice and said to him, "Wen Zhiyan, I'm sorry."

Wen Zhiyan turned around, held Jiang Lan in his arms, pressed the back of his head, and comforted him:

"It's over a long time ago . "Brother Lan, don't say you're sorry, I don't want to hear it."

Jiang Lan once felt aggrieved that Wen Zhiyan left without saying goodbye.

He thought, if he had been braver back then, if he had not spoken harshly to Wen when he was crazy.

Then Wen Zhiyan will not leave.

They would not be separated for seven years, and Wen Zhiyan would not have to suffer all this.

They will work hard individually to buy a small apartment in Haicheng and decorate it to look like what he once painted.

He will not stand on the big screen and receive the spotlight, and Wen Zhiyan will not chat and laugh in the business arena.

They are just an ordinary couple, living as ordinary citizens in an ordinary market.

We will not encounter those seven years of darkness behind the glamour.

Even in the year they broke up, Jiang Lan, who had remained relatively stable emotionally, completely collapsed at this moment.

The emotions that had been suppressed for seven years and had nowhere to vent were overwhelmingly swept over at this moment.

Wen Zhiyan didn't hear Jiang Lan's cry, but he could feel the moisture spreading on his shoulders.

Wen Zhiyan patted Jiang Lan on the back and said to him: "Brother Lan, this shirt is very expensive. Can you not wipe all the snot on it?"

Jiang Lan sniffed hard after hearing this.

Wen Zhiyan said: "I heard that you can suck the snot into your brain if you exert such force."

Jiang Lan froze and suddenly laughed out loud. A snot bubble popped up along Wen Zhiyan's shoulder and silently shattered in the air. inside.

The tips of Jiang Lan's ears turned red instantly.

Wen Zhiyan laughed out loud.

Jiang Lan pushed Wen Zhiyan away, cursed, lowered his head and entered the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and washed his face several times. Then he came out of the bathroom angrily and grabbed Wen Zhiyan's sleeves:

"Take it off." , I'll wash it for you."

Wen Zhiyan took off his clothes obediently and said with a smile: "It's okay, I won't wash it anymore."

He pointed to the large water stain on his shoulder and said to Jiang Lan, "I can wash it. Cut this piece out, frame it, and keep it?"

Jiang Lan snatched the messy piece of clothing. She was so embarrassed that she became angry and said,

"Shut up, can you stop being so perverted?"

Wen insisted for a long time. He had never seen Jiang Lan look so shameless and bluffing. He liked it so much that he pressed the back of Jiang Lan's head and kissed her.

Jiang Lan's mind was still a mess at this moment. When Wen Zhiyan kissed him, he subconsciously refused.

But Wen Zhiyan was very arrogant and unreasonable. He held Jiang Lan's waist and refused to let go no matter what.

Jiang Lan gradually calmed down in the ebony amber that burst out in the air, gave up struggling, and allowed Wen Zhiyan to do whatever he wanted in his mouth, stirring up the situation.

All his bluffs, all his half-hearted hypocritical resistances were defeated by Wen Zhiyan's stormy offensive.

It wasn't until he was lying in the bathtub filled with warm water that Jiang Lan's mind gradually came to his senses.

He looked at the dangling lamp on the ceiling and said, "Wen Zhiyan, I love you so much."

Wen Zhiyan rarely responded to Jiang Lan with words at this time, he preferred to respond with body movements.

A gentle and tender kiss, a magnificent surge of love.

Jiang Lan didn't remember how Wen Zhiyan tortured him during the whole process. He only remembered that a long time later, in the dim light and shadow, Wen Zhiyan whispered in his ear:

"I love you, little rose."

... .....

At midnight, the originally bright lights of thousands of houses outside the window dimmed, and stars shone on the bedroom window sill accompanied by the moonlight.

Jiang Lan lay on the bed, stroking the hideous scar on Wen Zhiyan's wrist, and asked him:

"Then what's going on?"

Wen Zhiyan subconsciously wanted to turn over the story lightly, but Jiang Lan took his life. : "We'll talk about it after we think about it."

Wen Zhiyan stirred up and discussed with Jiang Lan: "Let me go before we talk."

Jiang Lan disagreed: "No, just say it quickly, don't be irritated."

Wen Zhiyan said: "This is a very sad thing. If you act like this, the serious atmosphere will be greatly reduced."

Jiang Lan still refused: "It will make me want to cry if it is too serious. Just like this, I can slow down."

Wen Zhiyan had no choice but to lick Licking his little tiger teeth, he said to Jiang Lan: "Actually, it's nothing..."

Jiang Lan was most annoyed by Wen Zhiyan's understatement and looked at him: "If you are smart, you should speak more tragically about yourself to win my sympathy and guilt, and let me hold you in my hand for decades to come. In my heart, I treat it like a treasure."

Wen Zhiyan was a little funny: "But I don't want to be like that, Brother Lan, I will support you the same way, and some things, to me, the past is the past, I don't say it. It's simple, I think, it's really not important."

Jiang Lan knew Wen Zhiyan, and he knew that Wen Zhiyan didn't bother to use these things to win his love despite his guilt.

He pressed Wen's insistent cheek: "Tell me, I have to know."