I Fell In Love With Qing Leng Xue Shen Chapter 62

Chapter 62 A Jin feels sad and sad

Lu Jin endured the sourness in his heart and drank a few more drinks with Xie Qing.

After three rounds of drinking, Xie Qing’s eyes and eyebrows were stained with drunkenness, the clarity in his eyes was replaced by dense mist, and even the hand holding the wine glass was trembling.

“Uncle, it’s getting late. Hanhan and I are going back first. You should rest early.”

Lu Jin saw it and knew he couldn’t drink anymore.

Hearing Lu Jin’s words, Xie Qing waved his hands and tried to stand up, but he stumbled and almost fell down.

Lu Jin’s heart tightened and he quickly reached out to help.

“It’s okay, I can do it on my own.” Xie Qing patted the back of his hand, his voice vague but with an undeniable stubbornness.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the stairs, “Sleep here today. Hanhan’s room… is the innermost one on the right side of the second floor.”

After saying that, Xie Qing held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked up step by step.

Lu Jin stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a soft door closing from the second floor.

He turned around and looked back at Xie Shuhan.

The dim light flowed over Xie Shuhan’s cheeks, outlining his delicate jawline, his nose bridge was high, and his lips were slightly pursed.

Even when he was asleep, there was an innate dignity in his eyebrows, like a well-tamed Persian cat, lazy and distant.

Lu Jin raised his hand and lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips. The warm touch came instantly, making his heart tremble.

The unusual temperature, with the slight heat from alcohol, made Lu Jin’s fingertips numb.

He stared blankly at Xie Shuhan’s sleeping face, his Adam’s apple rolled, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

A hot tear fell without warning.

Lu Jin turned away and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but his fingertips were covered with moisture.

He took a deep breath and carefully picked up Xie Shuhan.

The person in my arms is very light, so light that it seems weightless, like a feather that will float away with the slightest exertion.

Xie Shuhan seemed to be disturbed, frowned, shrank into his arms, rubbed his head against his neck, and his warm breath brushed against his skin, carrying a faint aroma of wine.

Lu Jin’s steps paused, and his heart felt as if he had been lightly hit by something, making him feel soft.

He lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms. Xie Shuhan, who was sleeping, had lost his usual coldness and alienation. His eyebrows were soft and soft, and his long eyelashes occasionally trembled, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

He hugged the person and stepped up the stairs step by step. The sound of his footsteps was particularly clear in this silent night.

The corridor on the second floor is covered with soft carpets, which are silent when stepped on.

Lu Jin followed Xie Qing’s instructions, walked to the innermost door on the right, gently turned the door handle, and the door opened with a click.

What hits your face is a refreshing breath, with a hint of cedar, as clean as a forest after rain.

This is Xie Shuhan’s room.

Lu Jin walked in with the person in his arms and closed the door behind his back.

The room is large but surprisingly simple with no frills.

Light gray wallpaper, wood-colored furniture, a desk by the window with a lamp on it and a few open books.

There is a bathroom and dressing room.

Lu Jin carefully placed Xie Shuhan on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

He knelt down and took off Xie Shuhan’s shoes and socks, revealing a pair of white feet.

He pulled the quilt again, gently covered Xie Shuhan, and tucked the corners of the quilt.

After doing all this, Lu Jin sat on the floor leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes falling on Xie Shuhan’s face for a moment.

The moonlight outside the window slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, flowing through Xie Shuhan’s eyebrows and giving him a soft halo.

Lu Jin looked at his peaceful sleeping face, his slightly rising chest, and his occasionally trembling eyelashes, and his eyes began to feel sore again.

The alcohol slowly fermented in his blood, causing his temples to twitch, and his head felt like there were countless needles pricking it, causing severe pain.

But compared to the headache, the pain in his heart was worse, as if he was being clenched by an invisible hand, and the dense pain spread, almost making him breathless.

“Hanhan…I’m sorry…”

Lu Jin’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and it seemed particularly abrupt in the silent room.

He stretched out his hand and hovered his fingertips above Xie Shuhan’s cheek, but he didn’t dare to lower it for fear of disturbing his sweet dream.

He couldn’t imagine how Xie Shuhan survived alone in those days he didn’t know.

Two pieces of cake, strawberry and mango, he chose his favorite flavor.

That time in the hotel, Xie Shuhan avoided him and was so broken. Maybe it was because he saw the rumors between himself and Yun Chuchu on the forum, so he was so sad.

He remembered Yu Yifan saying that Xie Shuhan was as cold as ice and had no patience with anyone, but he was tolerant of him, a person he had known for a few days.

Lu Jin, all this is because he has loved you for seven years…

All the pictures were intertwined and replayed in my mind, like a silent movie, every frame was dazzlingly clear.

Lu Jin’s heart seemed to be grabbed hard by a hand, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

It turns out that the sentence written in Xie Shuhan’s notebook, the person singing in the song, and the person calling in the dream were always him.

It turned out that the person he had always envied, and the person Xie Shuhan put at the forefront of his heart, had never been anyone else, but himself.

Lu Jin, you are so stupid.

He raised his hands to cover his face, and suppressed sobs escaped from his fingers. Hot tears slipped down his fingers and dripped on the floor, leaving a small dark mark.

The drunkenness was rising, and my head was dizzy, but the pain in my heart became clearer and clearer.