Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Chapter 307 Moist Flowing Beads

After Hei Xia Zi finished eating, Wu Yu persuaded everyone to go back to their rooms because it was too late.

After washing up, Yan Bucun lay down and thought about it all night.

This love, along with the trust and faith, took root firmly in his heart from the moment he was rescued by Zhang Qiling.

He had been despicable enough to get close to Zhang Qiling when he didn't understand anything, and felt deeply guilty when the other party resolutely chased and killed Zhulong for him.

Yan Bu twisted his fingertips delicately, and when Yucun was recounting the past ten years in a hurry, he deliberately held Zhang Qiling's hand.

It's lower than the average person's body temperature, and as cold as the person himself.

Through what happened tonight, Yan Bucun has figured out one thing, which is why he has to fight for the first place?

He's already had the best.

Apart from Wu Di and the others, who else could have the honor of being embraced by Zhang Qiling? He could still stand in front of Ah Qi as a friend and family member, and love him, respect him, and look up to him unscrupulously with eyes that even gods could never see through...

"What are you thinking about?" asked Hei Xia Zi.

Afterwards, he looked at Yan Bucun in a daze, and stopped directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the curtains.

Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows, sat casually on the chair, leaned back, and crossed his legs. "Are you still thinking about that? But I think it's time for you to let it go. It's not that I, your father-in-law, look down on you. You and Qi are no different from seducing a child now."

"I know." Yan Bucun stood up, as if he was afraid that Hei Xiazi couldn't hear him, or that he was only reading to himself, and repeatedly emphasized, "I know, I know that I want too much, it's all my fault, I know what I'm thinking better than anyone else."

"So you should give up even more." Hei Xiazi put his legs down.

He leaned a little closer and said, "But let me reiterate to you again, there's nothing wrong with liking someone, and you didn't force Qi to get what you wanted. You don't have to blame yourself because you haven't let anyone down."

For a long while, Yan Bucun did not answer. Only the sound of wind rustling past could be heard.

Zhang Qiling came back walking on the fallen leaves, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the young man blocking the door.

Perhaps he knew that he came back a little late, and when facing Zhang Qiling, who was obviously more experienced than him, he always felt suppressed.

"Sorry." Zhang Qiling was the first to give in. This was the experience he learned from Wu Yu.

The young man simply plucked the fallen leaves from Zhang Qiling's hair. There was no condemnation in his deep eyes, and his movements were so gentle, as if he was caressing a beloved object, which made Zhang Qiling, who was well prepared, stunned where he was.

The young man said nothing. After completing this series of actions, he removed the soft blade from the dazed Zhang Qiling and led him to the bathroom.

The hot water that had been repeatedly added remained warm the entire time, and the young man took off Zhang Qiling's wrinkled sweatshirt as if he were stripping off his own clothes, and then pressed him into the bathtub to wash his hair.

Zhang Qiling obediently exposed her vulnerable back.

He could feel the foam flowing down from the top of his head, staying at the back of his neck, and then quickly gathered up by a pair of hands.

The care he received these days made Zhang Qiling often feel that he was overprotected, and this kind of cherishing also made him want to accept it little by little amidst his anxiety.

"Mark." The young man finally said his first words tonight, briefly asking Zhang Qiling whether he saw the marks he had made.

Zhang Qiling nodded, and was quickly held in place by the young man, "Flush."

The other party's voice seemed hazy in such a hot environment.

Zhang Qiling didn't know what to say in such an atmosphere, so he scraped the shampoo foam on the water surface, and when he saw a crystal bubble, he popped it with his fingertips.

"There's no danger." Zhang Qiling finally expressed his summary of the trip in a concise manner.

The young man rinsed the foam off his head and didn't say anything else. He just looked at Zhang Qiling, that smooth body that hadn't been violated by the future timeline, and fell into deep thought, but his hands didn't stop rubbing the man's back.

Zhang Qiling did not notice anything unusual about the young man when his back was turned to him.

The other person's fingertips were transmitting soft force along the warm towel. The young man lowered his eyes and moved along the places recorded in Hei Xiazi's notes.

Zhang Qiling's arm was once nearly torn apart by the Heluo fish, but now it is like a piece of white jade without any flaws.

He couldn't imagine that when he helped Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi leave, his younger brother, his loved one, the other self he understood best in this world.

He actually lay in that posture, in such pain, in a coffin that didn't belong to him, hiding from Wu Mi in shame.

When the perspective changed, what he saw was the excruciating pain that Zhang Qiling tried his best to endure.

Later, Wu Yu's hostility towards Zhang Qiling was also caused by this substitution, which Zhang Qiling should not have to endure.

But after leaving that door, the young man never told Wu Yu the truth.

He himself had never thought that the promise of handover and the self-righteous protection would cause such great harm to the relationship between Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie. He just thought that it was a mutual sympathy between the two of them and the most rational option to help Wu Xie.

But everything was wrong, starting from myself.

Zhang Qiling saw that the young man's movements were paused, and realized that something was wrong, so he uttered a syllable, "Zhang..."

But I found that this name was too unfamiliar.

He changed his words halfway through, "Brother."

"Yeah." The young man wiped the water off his body and patted his shoulder, "Get up."

Zhang Qiling stood still as instructed, but did not let the young man do it himself to the end. Instead, he drained the water off his body and then put on the young man's clothes.

The two men were exactly the same size.

Zhang Qiling went to look for a hair dryer, only to see that the young man had already brought it.

His hair had grown longer these days. Zhang Qiling looked at the water drops falling in front of his eyes and thought dully.

I can be different from my brother again.

The young man saw what Zhang Qiling was thinking, so he carefully blew it dry, unplugged the hair dryer and put it away, then chose to look into Zhang Qiling's eyes.

It is a clear and gentle feeling that has not yet been disturbed by the secular world.

"Hate me." The young man seldom reveals his scars, so he only said this to Zhang Qiling, words that only they both understood.

Zhang Qiling naturally understood where the guilt came from the little brother's expression.

He just shook his head, indicating that he didn't think the guy needed to apologize for this matter.

After all, when things got urgent back then, Wu Yu always had to have someone strong enough by his side. Even if Zhang Qiling went to guard the door, he would be happy to do it and would never say a bad word.

But the young man had already learned what had happened in the past ten years from the stories told by Hei Xia Zi and Wu Xie.

Zhang Qiling's deception of Wu Yu was due to the oath he had promised himself. Without this promise, he would not have really fully complied with Wu Yu's request, used his life to prove his loyalty, and wanted to commit suicide in the flying snow of Changbai Mountain.

The young man's complicated gaze made Zhang Qiling's heart ache. He raised his hand and touched the young man's cheek, and a sincere smile appeared on his originally calm face.

"I like you very much, brother." Zhang Qiling tried hard to learn this bond called family affection.

And today, Wu Yu's science popularization education has finally paid off.

The young man's eyes flickered. He moved closer and, seeing that Zhang Qiling really didn't care, he hugged him.

The scent of the homestay's shampoo was quite strong. The young man rested his chin on Zhang Qiling's shoulder and was actually moved to tears by the scent.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head and rubbed the boy's ear slowly, still feeling the wet beads of hair.