I Became the Heroine of Abusive Novel and Her Elder Brother

Xue Yan's hand froze.

Jun Huailang's tears flowed out uncontrollably. He wiped off a drop, and a new one flowed out, as if nothing could be wiped off.

Jun Huailang didn't say anything, just silently wept.

Or it was to threaten him with life and death, so that he would not dare to shed tears.

But at this moment, the tears that fell on his hands seemed to flow straight into his heart, making his heart hurt.

"Okay, it's just raining, why are you crying?" He said softly with a hoarse voice.

Jun Huailang subconsciously retorted: "I don't."

But his nasal voice was mixed with choking, making his rebuttal especially unconvincing.

Xue Yan laughed.

"Well, you don't," he said.

Jun Huailang explained a little embarrassedly: "... Now it's raining in the mountains, it will always be more dangerous. What's more, they have to go into the mountains to find them, and once it rains, it will be even more difficult. "

Speaking of this, his voice dropped, and the sobbing sounded a bit.

"...you're still hurt."

Xue Yan paused.

At this moment, only he knew how much he wanted to put away his arms on the stone wall and put the person in front of him into his arms.

After a while, his cold fingers brushed Jun Huailang's wet eyelashes.

"Okay," he said. "As long as I promise you, no matter what, I will do it."

Speaking, he pinched Jun Huailang's cheek: "Trust me or not?"

Jun Huailang suddenly said. "You don't live for me, you should live for yourself."

“…huh?”

It was dark in front of him, but Xue Yan's hand was on Jun Huailang's face.

He felt that the long and thick eyelashes like crow's wings swept across his fingertips, and it was a little itchy.

It was Jun Huailang who raised his eyes in the darkness and looked at him.

"You have to cherish your own life."

No one ever let Xue Yan spare his life, not even King Yan who treated him like a father and son.

This is the default of everyone, including Xue Yan himself.

…What is there to cherish this rubbish?

Perhaps it was the desperado's energy in him that made him domineering in the courtroom, and no one dared to provoke him easily.

Xue Yan did not speak for a while.

Seeing that Jun Huailang heard this moment of silence, he continued, "Did you hear that?"

Xue Yan hummed.

Jun Huailang still felt not enough.

Since he found out that Xue Yan was injured, his heart has been hanging by a thin thread. The thread even got into the flesh, making his heart feel stuffy and painful.

But the person in front of him didn't take it seriously, just like he was injured at will, and his life and death didn't matter.

Jun Huailang didn't know why, the more he was aware of this, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Originally, he just looked at this poor man, obeyed his heart, and did what he was taught to do since he was a child.

But now, he wants this person to value himself.

I don't know when, he began to lose sight of the shadows left on him by the dark past.

Hearing Xue Yan's unconcerned voice, Jun Huailang added: "If you don't even risk your life, then I will..."

When she got to the place where she wanted to say harsh words, Jun Huailang stopped.

He never said anything threatening, nor had any experience. The threat just now was just emotional, and he said it naturally, but he couldn't think of how to threaten Xue Yan specifically.

Halfway through the words, the cave returned to silence.

Not waiting for Jun Huailang to figure out what to say in the second half of the sentence, Xue Yan laughed first.

"Just what?" His voice rose, although his breath was a little weak, he could hear the pleasant teasing in his tone.

Jun Huailang gritted his teeth.

"...I'll leave you alone."

Xue Yan's laughter stopped at once, but turned into a series of deep laughter.

Jun Huailang was next to him and could feel the tremor in his chest when he was laughing.

Just when Jun Huailang was embarrassed by his smile, Xue Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, I promise."

He couldn't help but grit his teeth and thought, how could there be such a painful person.

Let him want to kiss him hard, and cherish it so much that he doesn't dare to say anything, he only dares to use this moment to laugh almost, as if to relieve his craving, and stroke Jun Huailang with his fingertips s face.

The nature of the desperado is rooted in his bones. Even though he said so, his heart was still hard to change.

However, now he has tied his life to Jun Huailang.

Even if the desperados don't want to die anymore, if they have concerns and obsessions, they will not dare to die easily.

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The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the temperature in the cave is also dropping. Jun Huailang cautiously raised his hand and touched the stone wall behind Xue Yan, it was cold, but just touched it, and the cold seeped into the cracks of his bones.

The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is already humid, and now it rains again, and the moisture will flow in through the gaps in the soil and rocks.

Jun Huailang also felt the chill on Xue Yan's body.

He was always hot, Jun Huailang remembered that when he was in Mingluan Palace, Xue Yan would wear a single shirt and go out to practice swords in winter.

He was never afraid of the cold.

But it was clearly summer, but his body was cold, and it merged with the moisture seeping from the stone wall.

Jun Huailang withdrew his hand, and without a moment's hesitation, he put his hand on his shoulder as much as possible, trying to warm him up.

"Are you cold?" Jun Huailang asked. "It's okay, the rain will stop soon."

The sound of the rain outside was so loud that it could be heard through the layers of soil and rocks.

His sentence "it's fine" was clearly not to Xue Yan, but to himself.

He told himself in his heart, it's alright, Xue Yan will be fine.

I heard Xue Yan hum in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's not cold, take your hand back."

He didn't tell Jun Huailang that the soil behind him was not strong and would occasionally loosen. He supported the mountain behind Jun Huailang with his arms, and was blocking the rubble that accidentally fell down for him.

But what if Jun Huailang's hand was on his shoulder and the gravel fell and hit him?

What a pair of beautiful hands.

Jun Huailang didn't listen to him, and stubbornly wanted to wrap his hands around his shoulders.

Xue Yan clicked his tongue.

"What's the use of putting it on your shoulder," he said. "If you really want to keep me warm, move down and put it where my heart is."

His original intention was to protect Jun Huailang's hand in his arms.

But when Jun Huailang hesitated and moved his hand down and put it on his chest, Xue Yan cursed in a low voice in his heart.

I really make trouble for myself.

All stopped.

If it weren't for the wrong place, this action would be too ambiguous.

Fortunately, Xue Yan was in severe back pain at this time, so she would not react awkwardly when the two limbs were so close.

But Jun Huailang in front of him didn't feel Xue Yan's gnashing of teeth.

His hands were covered with that layer of hard and tenacious muscles, and across the vigorous flesh, he felt Xue Yan's strong and steady heartbeat.

This made Jun Huailang feel at ease.

He could feel the other person alive.

But at the same time, the heartbeat seemed infectious.

One after another, powerful and calm, gradually, it seemed to bring his pulse to the same rhythm, in the quiet darkness, following his heartbeat, the beating up and down .

The untimely throbbing took root deeply in Jun Huailang's blood.

Time is passing little by little.

Xu is Xue Yan intentionally not to worry him, but since then, Xue Yan has been talking to Jun Huailang slowly.

Even if it's raining outside, it's not at all small.

Gradually, Jun Huailang became a little drowsy, but Xue Yan pinched his face to wake him up.

"Listen, is there any sound outside?" Xue Yan asked suddenly.

So Jun Huailang turned his ears to listen.

But after listening for a long time, there is only the sound of rain.

"I really didn't hear anything..." Jun Huailang hesitated.

Xue Yan laughed softly.

“Definitely not anymore,” he said. "I'm teasing you."

Jun Huailang was discovered for the first time, this person is so childish.

Xue Yan played the same trick several times.

Jun Huailang seems to be waiting for someone to take Xue Yan out for medical treatment, so every time he hooks him, he is not annoyed at all.

Later, Xue Yan, who was smiling, put his chin on his shoulder, and his voice was almost breathless.

Jun Huailang paused for a while, his tone was quite soft: "...It's not that you are naive."

Xue Yan sighed: "If you don't come yet, when I go out, you must take care of Jinbao and Duan Shishi."

Speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

It hurts a little bit.

He teased Jun Huailang several times, all of which were diverting his attention. A mess of hallucinations gradually began to appear in his mind, making him unable to distinguish reality for a while.

He closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

However, it was only a matter of closing his eyes for him, but he heard Jun Huailang's anxious voice in his ear.

"Xue Yan, Xue Yan? Wake up, open your eyes, don't sleep."

Xue Yan wanted to tell him with a smile that he didn't sleep, just to scare him, but his voice was released.

For a moment, his voice was terribly soft, and he said hoarsely: "...It's okay."

Jun Huailang didn't seem to hear, and his voice was filled with crying.

Tsk, why are you crying again, I have never seen him cry so much before.

Xue Yan planned to open his eyes and laugh at him, but his eyelids were too heavy.

In fact, from a long time ago, his eyelids were too heavy to lift. If it wasn't for Jun Huailang, he wouldn't have been able to last so long.

In the camp, I have never been so hard.

At this moment, Xue Yan heard Jun Huailang's choking voice again.

"Xue Yan, open your eyes and listen, there is a sound outside."

Xue Yan hooked his lips silently.

Why, I finally learned to deceive myself?

He exhausted his strength, raised his hand and touched Jun Huailang's hair.

"Okay, I heard." His tone was full of persuasion.

But he didn't even notice it, he thought that the words he said were already running out of breath.

In the darkness without a trace of light, his lips moved, and he thought he had spoken a complete sentence.