I Became the Older Brother of the Heroine in an Abusive Novel

That night, Jun Huailang slept on Xue Yan's bed.

He has never recognized the bed very much, but when he first arrived in a new environment, he would feel a little uncomfortable, but he did not expect that the sandalwood on Xue Yan's bed seemed to have a calming effect, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after lying down past.

As night fell, the rain gradually stopped.

A round of moon leaked a little from the clouds, softly exuding warm light.

Jun Huailang turned over in his sleep, and put his hand under the pillow.

This is his habitual movement in sleep, and he likes to sleep with his hands under the pillow.His hands were always cold at night, and he pressed it under the pillow, and it didn't take long for him to warm up.

But suddenly, a sharp pain crossed his palm.

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The lights in Xue Yan's courtyard gradually turned on.

First, Fuyi, who was guarding Jun Huailang's room, heard the movement, and was startled by Jun Huailang when he got up.Immediately afterwards, Xue Yan in the outer room was also woken up, got up, and came to the inner room.

Jin Bao, who was watching the night at the door, heard his master's order and hurried in, and saw the scene in front of him.

His master was wearing pajamas, his hair was loose, and he didn't even bother to pull up the skirt. At this time, it was open, revealing his well-defined chest and abdomen.But at this moment, his expression was extremely ugly, and he was holding...Holding the hand of His Royal Highness.

That slender and beautiful hand, which was as tall as bamboo, now had a heart so red with blood that Jin Bao was stunned in place.

Just at this moment, Xue Yan saw him.

"What are you doing in a daze?" His master's brows and eyes sank, his expression was terribly cold. "Go get my gauze and wound medicine."

Jinbao hurried out to get it.

After Xue Yan gave the order, he pursed his lips tightly again and stopped talking.

On the contrary, it was Jun Huailang who was sitting on the bed, his face turned pale from the pain at the moment, but he still comforted him in a gentle voice: "It's okay, I can feel it, the wound is not deep, just bandage it and it will be fine."

He really didn't expect that there was a sharp dagger hidden under Xue Yan's pillow.

Just when he put his hand under the pillow in his sleep.The blade of the dagger sliced ​​across his palm, creating a sharp wound.

Jun Huailang's palms were bleeding continuously, staining the pillow and bedding with blood.He was rarely injured, let alone such a knife wound. At this time, the pain made cold sweat appear on his forehead, and his lips also lost some blood.

But when he looked at Xue Yan, he felt that Xue Yan seemed to be in more pain than himself.

When he came in from the outside, his amber pupils trembled slightly when he saw his hand.Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward in two steps, cupped his hand, and pressed the base of his palm to stop the bleeding for himself.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but Jun Huailang could see that his expression was cold and serious, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were a little red.

Even the hand holding her was trembling slightly.

Instead, Jun Huailang endured the pain and began to comfort him.But thinking about it didn't seem to work very well, Xue Yan raised his eyes to look at him when he heard his comfort.

Immediately, the blood in his eyes permeated his eye sockets, staining the cold and ruthless young man's face with the color of wanting to cry.

The distress and self-blame in those eyes almost overflowed, Jiaojun Huairang quickly raised his good hand, landed on Xue Yan's broad and firm shoulder, and patted it lightly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much." He even squeezed out a gentle smile on his face, as if coaxing a child. "It's also my fault, I always have such a habit of sleeping..."

"How could it not hurt?" Xue Yan suddenly interrupted him.

His voice was a little low, with an inaudible tremor: "Blame me." He said.

At this moment, Jin Bao ran in holding the wound medicine and gauze.

This wound medicine was used by Xue Yan in Yan County, and it is quite effective in treating skin trauma.It was already midnight at this time, and the medical center outside had already closed, so it was worth using ready-made medicines.

But when the medicine fell on the wound, there would be a burning pain.

On weekdays, Xue Yan would not bat an eye when applying medicine to himself, even if it was a bone-deep injury.But at this moment, the medicine bottle was held in his hand, but his hand trembled a little.

He looked at Jun Huailang.

"It hurts, bear with it," he said.

Jun Huailang nodded.

Then, the snow-white powder fell into his palm.

The blood stopped a lot immediately, but immediately, a piercing pain spread from Jun Huailang's palm, the pain made his wrist tremble, and he let out a soft breath.

Xue Yan's hand stopped immediately.

Jun Huailang felt pain in his eyes, and when he recovered, he saw Xue Yan holding the medicine bottle in one hand and his hand in the other, looking at him steadfastly.

There seemed to be some bloodshot eyes in his eyes, which made him look a little irritable.

...Why does it look like it hurts even more than myself.Jun Huailang couldn't help feeling helpless in his heart, and in the helplessness, there was still some soft warmth spreading to his limbs and bones.

This person...he didn't say a word no matter how many times he was injured, why did he hurt himself like this?

"It's okay." He lowered his voice and said. "Go ahead."

Little did he know, the more gentle he was, the more nonchalant he was, the more Xue Yan's heart twitched.

How could it not hurt.How many times has he used this medicine, even after a long time and getting used to it, the pain still penetrates into the crevice of the bone.

It's just that in the past, every time he healed his wounds, he kept his thoughts and purpose hidden in his heart. He only wanted to make the wound heal quickly, and ignored the pain.

Just because he doesn't care, doesn't mean he can't feel it.

But he also knew that this medicine had to be taken.He gritted his teeth, and carefully knocked the powder into Jun Huailang's palm.

Jun Huailang's wrists were tense due to the pain, but he still couldn't forget that Xue Yan in front of him was like a trapped animal, and he couldn't hide the forbearance and pain on his face.

He could only grit his teeth, carefully held back the pain in his throat, and tried to divert Xue Yan's attention: "What are you doing with the knife under your pillow?"

Xue Yan's subordinates paused, pursed their lips and remained silent.

Of course he couldn't say it, it was because the days when he was young were too difficult, and when he first went to the battlefield, he couldn't help being afraid.He had no choice but to hide the blade under his pillow, and he could draw it out to protect himself at any time, so that he could sleep peacefully.

Over time, it becomes a habit.Even if this knife is not used on weekdays, no one will come to assassinate him, and he has to rest on it to fall asleep.

Xue Yan couldn't say it.

How can a normal person find a sense of security from a cold murder weapon?

But the emotion on his face was captured by Jun Huailang who was especially sober in pain.

He forgot about the pain for a moment, and instead focused on Xue Yan.

He has been alone since he was a child, and he has borne too many burdens alone.Lacking a sense of security and relying on weapons to protect oneself is a matter of course.

And the medicinal powder he used for himself today must have been used on him more than once.

He was so nervous, he must be well aware of the pain.

However, when he used it on himself, he didn't blink. On the contrary, when he used it on himself, his fingertips trembled and his eyes turned red.

...How can a person who has had such a hard life since childhood still have a soft heart.

Jun Huailang seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand, but instead felt a little stuffy in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand, landed on Xue Yan's shoulder, and patted it lightly.

"Now that we are not on the battlefield, there is no need to use it for self-defense." Jun Huailang said, and found an amulet from the robe next to his pillow.

Before he came to Jinling, his mother begged for this talisman from Baoguo Temple, one for him and one for his father.Jun Huailang knew that his mother believed in these things, and she carried them with her every day since she left Chang'an, until today.

He took out the blood-stained dagger, put it on the low table beside the bed, and stuffed his amulet under Xue Yan's pillow.

"Sleeping with this pillow in the future will keep you safe." Jun Huailang looked at him with gentle but firm eyes. "How about giving this knife to me?"

Xue Yan wrapped the gauze on Jun Huailang's hand, and when he looked up, he saw him smiling at him.

The knife under the pillow was taken out, and a small and exquisite blue amulet was replaced, lying quietly under his pillow.