Chapter 47: Your ex-boyfriend doesn't sleep with you, why are you so nervous?

Lin Ziyou laughed and said, "You knew I would hold you back?"

Jiang Lan started the game himself: "I If I hadn't made my debut back then, I would have played e-sports."

Lin Ziyou was dubious. After finishing the game he was playing, he stretched his neck across the aisle between the two beds to watch Jiang Lan's operations.

It looked very dazzling, but the opponent remained unscathed.

Lin Ziyou looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "Good guy, Brother Lan, with all due respect, I can grow a pea shooter better than you on the development path, but now, you still play e-sports?"

Jiang Lan raised his eyes. Glancing at him: "I just don't play enough."

Lin Ziyou was speechless: "With your level, wouldn't you get scolded?"

Jiang Lan didn't care: "I never turn on voice."

Lin Ziyou: "... ..."

Jiang Lan really doesn't play much, partly because he doesn't have time, and partly because he's not very interested.

When Jiang Lan had given away enough people, the bathroom door opened with a click.

Jiang Lan and Lin Ziyou subconsciously looked towards the door of the bathroom, and saw Wen Zhiyan had changed into a royal blue silk pajamas, with his chest slightly open, and water droplets dripping from the tips of his slightly long hair. Her chest fell into the collar and disappeared.

Jiang Lan used to like to see Wen Zhiyan's appearance just after taking a shower.

Her originally porcelain complexion was flushed by the hot water, which made her eyebrows and eyes look even brighter. Her hair, which was usually pulled back in a curly arc, hung on her shoulders. She looked like she was deliberately seducing people.

Male and female, indistinguishable, so beautiful.

Wen Zhiyan looked at the glances from the two of them: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lan's first reaction was to look at Lin Ziyou. After seeing Lin Ziyou's gaze, he lowered his face and nodded sharply. Exited, locked the phone screen, stood up to block Lin Ziyou's view, picked up the hair dryer from the cabinet and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyan's arms:

"I dried my hair and came out, it was all water, how can I sleep?"

Wen Zhiyan took it. The hair dryer made a sound, turned his head obediently, and went back to dry his hair.

Jiang Lan got on the bed again, lay down, and turned off the lamp on the bedside with a slap.

Lin Ziyou said: "Mr. Wen hasn't come out yet. He won't be able to see you for a while."

Jiang Lan secretly scolded Wen Zhi for speaking. He didn't know who he wanted to show his collar so wide, and he pulled up the quilt on his body. :

"I'm sleepy. Let's go to sleep first. Mr. Wen agrees. You can touch the dark."

The room fell into darkness and the atmosphere became silent. Jiang Lan and Lin Ziyou were lying on the bed respectively. Neither of them felt sleepy, so they could only listen quietly. In the bathroom next to the door, the sound of a hair dryer was humming.

I don’t know how long it took, but the hair dryer stopped working.

Jiang Lan once again heard the bathroom door being opened, followed by the sound of Lin Ziyou turning over.

He closed his eyes and lay flat on the bed. Soon, he noticed a slight collapse on the other side of the mattress.

Then there was a warm breath, mixed with the faint fragrance of shampoo, that enveloped Jiang Lan pervasively.

Jiang Lan swallowed and his eyelids moved slightly.

Ever since she and Wen Zhiyan separated, Jiang Lan had never slept with anyone else.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had experienced this feeling of desperately and eagerly absorbing the breath of another person from every pore in his body.

Wen Zhiyan has never been the kind of person with a low sense of presence.

From the past to the present, whenever and wherever he appears, he can quickly become the focus of others' attention.

Once upon a time, as long as Wen Zhiyan was around, Jiang Lan could never tolerate the presence of a second person.

Now, even in the dark, even with his eyes closed, he could feel Wen Zhiyan's unique aura overwhelming him at this moment.

Jiang Lan held his breath and moved to the bed.

Wen Zhiyan seemed to notice Jiang Lan's movements. He paused for a moment before lying down, and then lay down on the other side of the bed in a very measured manner.

Eight feet away from Jiang Lan.

No one spoke.

There were two thin quilts on the bed, which formed a barrier between Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan.

After a long time, Lin Ziyou was the first to break the silence and whispered: "Brother Lan, Mr. Wen, are you asleep?"

Jiang Lan remained silent.

He had just said that he was sleepy, so of course he had to pretend to be asleep now.

Wen Zhiyan had just gone to bed, and no one would believe it now that he was asleep.

So he lowered his voice and asked in an angry voice: "What's wrong?"

Lin Ziyou said: "I'm a little nervous."

Jiang Lan was speechless and tugged on the quilt, thinking, your ex-boyfriend doesn't share the same bed with you. Pillow, what the hell do you have to be nervous about.

Wen Zhiyan didn't understand either: "Nervous?"

Lin Ziyou snorted: "Is it really okay for you and Brother Lan to sleep together? Will you guys fight at night? If not..."

Jiang Lan began to grit his teeth. , he felt that Lin Ziyou was too scheming. He pretended to be presentable when the lights were on, and started to make moves as soon as he turned off the lights. This was obviously to send an invitation to Wen Zhiyan while he was asleep.

Wen Zhiyan interrupted him and said calmly: "No, Teacher Jiang is just joking. Alphas are not beasts and will not suddenly lose their minds while sleeping. Go to bed early."

Seeing Wen Zhiyan's flat refusal, Lin Ziyou had no choice but to Oh, "Mr. Wen, good night."

Wen Zhiyan hummed. As soon as he lay down on the quilt, Jiang Lan suddenly pushed his foot into the quilt and kicked him.

Wen Zhiyan raised his legs and clamped Jiang Lan's ankle between his calves to prevent him from moving.

Jiang Lan wanted to move, but was afraid of disturbing Lin Ziyou, so she could only secretly try to pinch the skin on Wen Zhiyan's calf with his two toes.

Wen Zhiyan was painfully pinched by Jiang Lan's nimble toes, so he could only let go of Jiang Lan silently in the dark.

Jiang Lan retracted his feet, turned over pretending to be casual, and spoke with his back to Wen.

The dark room fell silent again.

It wasn't until an unknown amount of time passed that Jiang Lan heard Lin Ziyou's breathing gradually becoming evener in the bed next door. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and secretly twisted under the quilt, hinting to Wen Zhiyan that he was not asleep yet.

But Wen Zhiyan had no reaction.

Jiang Lan moved again.

Wen Zhiyan still didn't respond.

Jiang Lan opened his eyes, turned around secretly, and looked at Wen Zhiyan, only to see Wen Zhiyan lying flat on the other side of the bed, with his hands and feet under the quilt, only his head exposed, as quiet as if he were dead. .

A burst of anger suddenly surged in Jiang Lan's heart, and she put her feet into Wen Zhiyan's bed again, and was about to kick him hard on the thigh, but Wen Zhiyan pinched his ankle.

Jiang Lan was startled and was about to take back his feet when Wen Zhiyan lifted up the quilt and pulled him and himself with the quilt...