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Chapter 41 I'm Afraid I'll Fall In Love With You

"I'm hungry." After being beaten, Cong Lang lay in the mess on the ground, touched his stomach, and looked at Lan Jing who was sitting at his feet, "Honey, let's call him over to eat Bar."

After receiving Lan Jing's call, he and Shang Shaodong hurried over. The two of them drove from morning to afternoon, and they didn't even bother to eat. This would make their chests stick to their backs when they were hungry.

Lan Jing snorted, gasped and said angrily, "Auntie Cook was scared away by you, what a fart!"

There is not even a restaurant in this small town. If you want to eat, you have to support yourself or invite your aunt back.

Lan Jing felt that he had lost his face in the Pacific Ocean, and would not call anyone for anything.

And the two big men present couldn't cook either.

"It's okay. Brother Dong will do it. He and Lin Shao should have talked about it. I'll call them."

Cong Lang took out his mobile phone while talking, picked up a cucumber from the vegetable basket on the ground and handed it to Lan Jing, motioning him to peel it.

"Get out." Lan Jing cursed, but took the things in his hand, his face was a little red from tiredness or anger.

Tsk, Lan Xiaojing is really thin-skinned.

While talking on the phone, Cong Lang couldn't help touching Lan Jing's face, so that half of his hand was not cut off by the other party.

A cucumber was useless at all, and Cong Lang felt even more hungry after eating it. Under his influence, he fought two fights at once, and Lan Jing, who was physically exhausted, also felt a little hungry.

Fortunately, Shang Shaodong didn't make them wait long and came back.

He took Lin Shao, and Lin Shao's condition didn't look too bad, he greeted Cong Lang politely, and smiled at Lan Jing.

Lan Jing coughed twice to cover up, and didn't dare to look at Lin Shao, he didn't know if Lin Shao would blame him for calling Shang Shaodong here on his own initiative.

After the meal, everyone was a little tired, so Cong Lang proposed to go to bed early, Shang Shaodong said yes, he still had a lot to say to Lin Shao.

However, Lan Jing pulled Lin Shao and walked towards the room. Shang Shaodong's face darkened on the spot, and he asked him what he was doing.

"I'll sleep with the boss, you'll sleep with Cong." Lan Jing said.

Shang Shaodong didn't speak, walked over with a sullen face and held Lin Shao's hand, then led him into the room, and then slammed the door shut in front of Lan Jing.

"Honey, it's only the two of us left now, it looks like you're going to share the bed with me." Cong Langle, who was standing aside, said.

"Get out!" Lan Jing uttered a word very coldly, and just like Shang Shaodong, he slammed the door shut.

Cong Lang touched his nose, shook his head with a smile, opened the door and walked in again.

Lan Jing had already taken his clothes and was going to the bathroom.

"Wash together?"

"No." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang didn't listen, and followed him, abstaining from sex for almost three months. Now that he is asked to endure, wouldn't he become a monk?

Seeing him following in, Lan Jing didn't say anything, just turned on the shower and washed himself.

Cong Lang licked his lips, walked over and gently kissed his wet neck.

Lan Jing turned his head slightly, and Cong Lang walked up to him, entangled and kissed him underwater.

A young body quickly becomes agitated.

They didn't make it in the downstairs hall before, and they felt a little regretful to each other.

The desire has been suppressed until now, and with the intertwining and collision of the limbs, it finally became a raging fire.

For the first time, the duplicitous Lan Jing didn't fight first, and simply indulged Cong Lang in whatever he wanted from him.

And Cong Lang is indeed like a glutton who has been hungry for a long time, wanting to eat up the person in his arms over and over again.

The two tossed and tossed until midnight, and finally the clouds and rain came to rest.

Lan Jing kicked Cong Lang who was lying beside him, "Hey, go find another place to sleep."

Cong Lang, "...Baby, your attitude of turning your face every time you have a good time makes me very sad."

Lan Jing frowned, "I'm not used to sleeping with others."

"Then you still drag Lin Shao to sleep in the same room with him." Cong Lang complained.

Lan Jing didn't say a word, but kicked Cong Lang roughly, "Get out."

But Cong Lang lifted the quilt, embraced Lan Jing, who was naked and full of lustful traces, and then pressed against his ear with a wicked smile and threatened, "If you chase me away, let's continue, don't sleep tonight."

"You!" Lan Jing felt the hand reaching behind him again, he grabbed it quickly, then turned off the light, and growled in a vicious voice, "Sleep!"

"You're obedient." Cong Lang hugged Lan Jing tightly, smiled and kissed his ear.

Lan Jing stared at him in the dark night, thinking, it's a big deal that he won't sleep.

However, he didn't know whether he had exercised too much today, was too tired or whether Cong Lang's embrace was too warm. He stared until the middle of the night, and fell asleep in a daze.

As usual, he woke up from the nightmare, Lan Jingteng sat up, quickly turned on the bedside lamp, then panted heavily and covered his face, letting the ghosts who came to him to kill him disappear from sight.

"Having a nightmare?" Cong Lang followed him and sat up, putting his hands on his back.

Lan Jing's body froze for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

He seemed to be frightened, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Cong Lang felt that Lan Jing was not in the right state, so he deliberately teased him, "Master Lan is such an adult, yet he can still be frightened by dreams."

Normally, Lan Jing, who wanted to save face so much, would have told him to get lost or choked him with words.

But Lan Jing didn't respond at all, he bypassed Cong Lang and got out of bed, and said, "Go to sleep, I'll go outside for a walk."

The voice sounds hoarse.

Cong Lang frowned, stared at Lan Jing thoughtfully and went out the door.

Lan Jing came down from upstairs, went to the backyard, squatted on the stone bench and lit a cigarette for himself.

He rubbed his dry eyes.

Those remaining dream fragments are gradually dissipating from his mind, and he is slowly pulling himself out of the pain with the breath of smoke.

He shouldn't have slept with Cong Lang, he didn't want others to see him like this.

Except for Lin Shao, of course, Lin Shao is his benefactor and someone who has seen him at his worst.

"Give me one." A voice suddenly said from behind.

Lan Jing turned his head, Cong Lang was looking at him with a smile under the dim moonlight.

"Why did you come out?" Lan Jing took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.

Cong Lang put it in his mouth, leaned over, and used the sparks from Lan Jing's cigarette to light his own.

"Sleep?" he asked.

Lan Jing nodded, "I'll stay for a while."

"That's fine," Cong Lang threw the things in his hands into Lan Jing's arms, "Let's go."

Lan Jing shook it off and found that it was his coat, "Where are you going?"

"Look at the sunrise," Cong Lang said, "There are so many mountains here, you should be able to see the sunrise, right?"

After speaking, he walked out of the yard first.

Lan Jing stood there without moving.

Cong Lang walked a certain distance, turned around and called, "Let's go."

Only then did Lan Jing lift up his footsteps and follow him.

The town is surrounded by mountains, and Lan Jing picked a taller one that people walked the most, and took Cong Lang to climb it.

They reached the top of the mountain at just the right time, and the red early sun rose like a huge salted egg yolk from the other side of the mountain.

Lan Jing and Cong Lang stood on the edge of a steep cliff.

The orange sun casts a warm golden light on the mountains.

Lan Jing looked at the smiling person who was also surrounded by warm colors and was looking at the sun, and suddenly asked, "Young Master Cong, are you waiting for a gun｜Are all friends so considerate?"

"Huh?" Cong Lang turned his head, "Shouldn't it be the most basic quality of every man to make his lover happy?"

Lan Jing curled his lips, turned his head and looked into the distance, "Then don't be too nice to me, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."

"Really?" Cong Lang raised his eyebrows.

"I lied to you." Lan Jing said.