Forcibly marked after being found

Chapter 7

Lin Zian withdrew his hand, but there was still a small circle of wet marks in his palm.

Jiang Nian licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, his red lips were wet, and his eyes were full of smiles, "Aren't you allowed to tell people after you have done it?"

Lin Zian pinched his cheek with his hand, half-closed his eyes, "I'm just being unreasonable, do you have an opinion?"

Jiang Nian raised his hand to hold his hand, rubbing his fingertips on the back of his hand, "Is it not possible? Whoever made you do it is irresponsible."

Lin Zian sneered: "Okay, how do you want me to be responsible?"

Jiang Nian pointed to his own lips, smiling innocently and innocently, "Well, if you kiss me, I'm fine with it."

Lin Zian raised his eyebrows and increased the strength of his fingertips. Jiang Nian let out a soft "hiss", and his fair skin instantly turned red.

"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?" He smiled and let go of his hand, pecking Jiang Nian's cheek when he was not prepared.

"Is it alright?" Lin Zian patted his face, "Go back."

After speaking, he walked away with a smile.

Jiang Nian looked at his back and touched the place where he kissed with his fingertips. The warm and soft touch seemed to be still there. A fire was burning in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

He kissed his fingertips.

Such prey are fun to hunt.

......

Saturday.

Jiang Nian was absent from class on a rare occasion. Lin Zian sent him a message asking what happened to him. He hurriedly replied "something happened at home" and disappeared.

Lin Zian didn't see anyone all day, and he was a little absent-minded when he was attending the class.During the afternoon break, he received a text message from Lin Liyang, telling him he was going home tonight and asking him to go home early for dinner.

His mood became more irritable.

When he got home, Lin Liyang hadn't come back yet, so Lin Zian broke off his sneakers and put on slippers at home, and the meals prepared by his aunt were on the restaurant table.

Lin Liyang is a senior researcher at the Biological Research Center of the National Scientific Research Institute in Beijing. He is very busy with work, and he has very little time to go home throughout the year.His parents have been divorced for more than ten years. After the divorce, his mother Li Lu took care of several little faces and never appeared again. He was the only one in this family most of the time.

I don't know what's going on, but Lin Zian feels dizzy and uncomfortable all day today.

He was still thinking about having dinner with his father tonight, so he turned into the study to do his homework after taking a shower.

However, he couldn't concentrate all night, and he wrote the homework that he could finish quickly on weekdays for two hours, and finally threw the pen away annoyed.

Turn on the phone screen and check the time - it's past nine o'clock in the evening.

Lin Liyang hadn't come back yet, so he thought about it and made a call.

The other end of the phone rang for a long time before it was connected. The man's tired voice came over: "Xiao An, I'm sorry, a new task was suddenly arranged by the superior. I have to do research all night tonight. I won't go back. You can eat well at home."

"Yes, I see." Lin Zian was not surprised.

On the other end, he gave a few more words of advice, and soon hung up.

Lin Zian looked at the screen that was turned off. He had gotten used to it over the years, but his heart was still a little empty.

He put away his mobile phone, put the dishes on the table into the microwave to heat up, took a few casual bites of the rice, and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.He had no appetite today, so he casually stuffed the dishes into the dishwasher, and the phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.

Lin Zian picked up the phone, and his eyes lit up when he saw the letter.

[Jiang Nian: (kitten peeping.jpg) Brother Zi'an, what are you doing? 】

Lin Zian lay back and sank into the soft lazy sofa.

[Lin Zian: I just finished eating and I'm going to watch TV. 】

[Jiang Nian: Did you eat so late? (Kitten loiter.jpg) I haven't seen you all day today. 】

Lin Zian frowned with a smile, and directly dialed a phone number.

"Hey, Brother Zi'an." The young man's clear and clear voice was like the first thaw of snow in March, with a sense of coolness in the warmth.

"Well, what's the matter?" Lin Zian said with a smile, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Why is your voice so weird?"

"Oh." Lin Zian coughed and took a sip of water, "I'm a little thirsty, are you feeling better now?"

"It's more serious than before. Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Nian's tone was full of worry.

Lin Zian closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with his right hand. For some reason, in the past, he liked to carry things by himself, and he confided as if complaining: "My head hurts a little, and my throat is a little dry."

"Maybe I caught a cold, do you have a fever?"

"I'll go and measure it." Lin Zian took out a thermometer from the medicine chest and put it in his mouth.

Only the breathing of the two remained during the call.

After a while, there was a soft humming sound from the receiver, it was a Japanese song that Lin Zian had never heard before.

The gentle singing was like a small fan, calming the restlessness and discomfort in his heart, and he began to feel a little drowsy.

"Drip—" The thermometer in his mouth made a warning sound, Lin Zian took it out and looked at it, and was shocked - 38.9 degrees.

The singing stopped, and Jiang Nian's voice could not hear any emotions, "How many degrees?"

"38.9." Lin Zian said truthfully.

The breath on the other side paused, and the boy's voice became a little low: "Is there anyone at home?"

"No, just myself."

"Then I'll go find you at your house."

"Don't." Lin Zi'an immediately said, "Don't come here, it's almost ten o'clock, I'll wait until I take some medicine and sleep, and it will be fine if you come here, even if there is no traffic jam, it will take an hour."

"But I'm worried about you being alone at home." Jiang Nian's voice was a little aggrieved, "You're still sick."

"I'm an old man, so don't worry about it. I'll take care of myself, be good, and listen to brother." Lin Zi'an said so, but his heart was sweet. The feeling of being cared for was to him. Said it was a long-lost feeling.

Jiang Nian was silent, and Lin Zian coaxed him for a while before he stabilized him. The other party stared at him, took the medicine, and hung up the phone after lying on the bed.

Lin Zian had just laid down when the doorbell rang, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily—could it be that kid Jiang Nian didn't listen to him and really ran over?

He was a little angry and had some unexplained expectations, but after he opened the door, that little hope dissipated with the wind.

Standing at the door is Jian Yuan.

Jian Yuan was carrying a delicate heat preservation box, and was startled when he saw Lin Zian's pale face.

He went straight in and put on his slippers, asking, "Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

"I have a fever." Lin Zian dragged his slippers to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water, "What are you holding?"

"Oh, this." Jian Yuan put the thermos box on the dining table, "My mother boiled some angelica chicken soup today, let me bring you some."

Jian's father and Lin Liyang are colleagues and have a good relationship. The two families live close to each other and communicate a lot. In high school, Jian's mother wanted Lin Zian to go to his house for dinner on weekends. Lin Liyang felt that this was too much trouble for others, so she refused her kindness .Lin Zi'an also thought it was pretty good, because Jane's mother was too enthusiastic and sometimes he couldn't stand it.

But every time Jian's mother made delicious food, she would ask Jian Yuan to send a copy, saying that it was for him to take good care of his body.

"Okay, thank auntie for me." Lin Zian said and walked to the bedroom.

Jian Yuan followed behind him, her eyes fell on the back of his fair and slender neck, her eyes flickered slightly.

Lin Zian turned his head strangely when he heard footsteps, "Are you still going home?"

Jian Yuan answered irrelevantly, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Lin Zian nodded, "I ate, and I'm getting ready to sleep."

"Then go to sleep, I'll wait for you to sleep before leaving."

"Farewell, someone is sitting next to me and watching, I can't sleep." Lin Zian frowned, looking a little disgusted.

Jian Yuan paused, and then said: "It's okay, I'll go sit in the living room." Seeing that Lin Zian still wanted to chase him away, he immediately said, "If my mother knows that you are sick, I will leave you alone at home. You will definitely read me to death, just do it, ancestor."

"Stop, don't be poor." Lin Zian knew Jane's mother very well, and finally had to let go, "Okay, there is a spare key in the shoe cabinet, lock the door for me when you leave."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about anything else, he had a terrible headache, and now he just wanted to go to bed early.

Lin Zian climbed onto the bed, Jian Yuan covered him with the quilt and went out, and he fell into a drowsy sleep after a while.

Ten past eleven.

Jian Yuan walked into the room lightly, the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, but his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was having a nightmare.

He stared at the familiar handsome face for a while, sighed, stretched out his hand and carefully pushed away the folds between his brows.

Jian Yuan whispered, and didn't know who to tell, "You... don't even know how to take good care of yourself."

He suddenly thought of the young man standing beside Lin Zian that day, and his heart couldn't help feeling sour.

He said to himself: "What is the relationship between you two..."

At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The eyelids of the person on the bed trembled slightly, as if there was a sign of awakening.

Jian Yuan frowned, got up to open the door, and closed the bedroom door when he went out.

"Kacha——" The door in front of him was opened, and Jiang Nian felt that the lights in the room were dazzlingly white, and he called out sweetly: "Brother Zi'an, surprise~!"

However, when he saw the person who opened the door clearly, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared without a trace.

His tone was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, "Why are you here?"

"I really wanted to ask you." Jian Yuan raised his eyebrows, folded his arms around his chest, and he heard the intimate address just now clearly.

His hand couldn't help but clenched his arm tightly, and the previous guess in his heart was also verified.

Jiang Nian's eyes were astonishingly dark, and those sharp eyes seemed to cut the person in front of him into pieces.

After a long while, he said with a half-smile, "He said on the phone that he had a fever. I'm worried, so I came here to take care of him."

"I'll just come." Jian Yuan's face was a little ugly, he reached out to take the insulated box, "He's already asleep, come back tomorrow."

Jiang Nian shrank back the hand holding the insulated box, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Since he's already asleep, shouldn't you go too?"

Jian Yuan pointed down, with an imperceptible provocation in his smile, "My house is right below and you can leave whenever you want, so I won't bother you to worry about it."

Jiang Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to say something.

"It's so noisy, Jian Yuan, why haven't you left yet, who are you talking to? It's so late at night that people can't sleep..." Lin Zian was wearing loose pajamas, scratching his curly hair , came out yawning, half-closed his eyes and looked towards the door.

When he saw the person coming at the door, he couldn't help but opened his misty eyes—Jiang Nian was wearing regular clothes, and the casual clothes set off his slender hands and feet, just standing like this made Lin Zian itchy.

Jian Yuan and Jiang Nian stood facing each other, and there seemed to be a sexual feeling between them.

Lin Zian glanced back and forth between the two of them, and then landed on Jiang Nian, with joy that he couldn't hide, "Why are you here?"

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