WWY Chapter 71
by VolareChapter 71 Kiss His fingertips seemed to possess magic…
Lan He didn’t say anything, just stared at Tuxi Ling from a few centimeters away. Despite his stuffy nose, he still smelled the familiar cologne.
His face flushed again, and he subconsciously held his breath.
“What are you looking at?”
“Your face is so red.”
“Don’t get so close, you’ll really get infected.”
“I’m not afraid of infection.”
“Lan He, you…”
Tuxi Ling’s awkwardness was completely exposed in his gaze. He was a little annoyed and wanted to move away, but Lan He grabbed his thigh. The next second, his cool, soft lips touched his corner of his mouth.
It was just a fleeting touch, and he quickly retreated, using a blink to hide the tension in his eyes, secretly observing his expression.
Confirming that his face only showed shock and no disgust, he smiled brightly: “Already infected!”
Tuxi Ling touched the spot where he had been kissed, stunned. Perhaps his brain was slow after the high fever; it took a few seconds before his eyes widened: “What are you doing!”
Lan He chuckled slyly and grabbed the remote control, switching channels one after another, as if he had just played a harmless joke with him.
The TV finally stopped on the news channel, for no other reason than the host’s cold, serious voice was very suitable as background music.
Tuxi Ling felt that this couldn’t continue, he had to make things clear, so after Lan He put down the remote control, he said, “Lan He, I don’t want this, we…”
“I don’t understand, what are you struggling with?” Lan He maintained his posture of watching TV, unhurriedly saying, “Can’t we just pretend that thing never happened and start over?”
After a suffocating silence, Tuxi Ling said, “Lan He, that thing has made me feel guilty. I don’t think I’m qualified… to talk about liking you.”
“Tuxi Ling, we’re both adults. What’s wrong with just having a one-night stand? Is it a violation of heavenly law?” Lan He finally turned to him, his tone containing anger, “What are you feeling guilty about? If youDislike my background, just say it directly. I’m the one who’s really not qualified!”
“No!”
The hurt in Lan He’s eyes made his heart ache and he felt guilty. He wanted to explain, but Lan He twisted his body and straddled his lap, cupping his face with both hands, his fingers deeply inserted into his hair, repeatedly stroking.
His fingertips seemed to possess magic, weaving a dense net through his hair, every nerve ending trembling.
Moonlight slanted in from the window, shattering into silver sand in their entangled breaths. Tuxi Ling’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, and the explanation he wanted to say was burned to ashes by the sudden warmth of Lan He’s forehead pressing against his.
The fingers wandering through his hair suddenly increased their force, a certain suppressed desire seeping out from the almost painful caress. Lan He suddenly tilted his head and bit his earlobe, his canines pressing against the fragile cartilage, muttering vaguely, “Officer, don’t you have any physiological needs?”
In his suddenly heavier breathing, he pulled away again, meeting his gaze with a hint of provocation.
Tuxi Ling’s lips trembled almost imperceptibly. Reason told him he should push him away, but his focused pupils were like a whirlpool in the sea. This ship of his, struggling desperately on the edge of the whirlpool, not only couldn’t escape, but was sinking deeper and deeper.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Lan He announced softly. “Don’t say anything. If you want to refuse, just push me away. If you push me away, I’ll leave and never bother you again.”
Tuxi Ling’s pupils dilated violently. He didn’t want to imagine the scene of Lan He slamming the door and leaving, nor did he dare to think about it.
So, he softened his body.
Lan He smiled triumphantly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him decisively.
His slender neck bent into an elegant arc, his nose lightly brushing against his hot cheeks, his breath becoming hot as well. He gently nibbled on his slightly dry lips, patiently helping to moisturize them, as if holding a light, fragile crystal.
Tuxi Ling’s spine felt numb and itchy from his biting, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. This sound made him instinctively panic and retreat, but Lan He happened to catch the moment his eyelashes fluttered, and couldn’t help but smile and stick to him again.
He pried open his teeth and went straight in, wreaking havoc until both of them couldn’t breathe. Only then did he separate briefly, a touch of brightness reflecting from the lights on his lips making him dare not look directly.
After breathing evenly for a while, Lan He pounced forward again, but Tuxi Ling held his shoulders: “Okay, you’ll really get infected!”
If his breath wasn’t too disordered, Lan He would have really been fooled by his serious appearance. He twisted his body and pressed against his chest, and Tuxi Ling took the opportunity to hug his waist, trying to calm his frantic heart.
Is this being together? Just like that?
Tuxi Ling pressed against the back of his neck. The feeling of the kisses, sometimes passionate and sometimes tender, lingered in his heart. Every time he recalled a detail, his heart would beat faster and his blood would rush upwards. He inhaled deeply the fresh scent on his body, deeply intoxicated.
Lan He struggled out of his embrace: “Do you care about my past?”
Tuxi Ling supported his shoulders, struggling as if wanting to say something, but hesitated several times. Only the news report with its super-high sound quality continued on the TV.
[As of now, the National Museum has received a total of 25 cultural relics donated anonymously from overseas, among which the Warring States dragon-pattern jade disc has the highest research value, which will open up our country…]
Tuxi Ling withdrew his gaze and asked solemnly, “Then do you have anything to confess to me?”
Lan He got off him, sat down next to him, staring blankly at the news special, his hands subconsciously crossed, indicating that he was very nervous.
Tuxi Ling held his hand, took the one next to him, and only when their fingers intertwined did he realize that his palm was slippery with sweat.
He squeezed it gently: “Lan He.”
Lan He glanced at him guiltily. He knew that Tuxi Ling asked this because he saw the TV, so he decided to conceal one of the two things he wanted to confess.
“Da Sang smuggled cultural relics, and I had a part in it.”
Tuxi Ling nodded, he had already guessed it: “How did you do it?”
Lan He organized his words, afraid that he wouldn’t believe him, and said in a very sincere tone: “The amount he smuggled was not small. Actually, I didn’t participate in everything, only in the part where he cheated his own people.”
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At night, the neon lights of the city covered the brilliant starlight.
A stretched Rolls-Royce drove through the heart of Las Vegas and stopped in front of a villa surrounded by greenery in the suburbs. Da Sang got out of the car in a suit and leather shoes, followed by Qi A and Lan He.
They stepped onto the red carpet leading to the private villa, and immediately two municipal officials who often appeared in local news came up to greet them: “Welcome, Mr. Da Sang.”
Today was the day the new mayor officially took office, and in the evening, he invited relatives and friends to hold a celebration party at home. Da Sang was invited to attend.
He symbolically presented the invitation, and Lan He followed closely behind him, full of curiosity about everything.
Thirteen-year-old Lan He wore a well-fitting tailcoat. Set off by the tailcoat, his gentle oriental face was unusually peaceful, like a young and noble prince.
Qi A’s eyes were always glued to him. Seeing him tiptoeing toward the champagne tower, he leaned close to his ear and asked, “Want a drink? I’ll get you one later.”
Lan He saw Ai Lun walking towards them with a smile and quickly shook his head.
He came with an important mission today, how dare he drink?
The tedious speeches and lively cocktail party made Lan He sleepy. Finally, the main topic came up, and Da Sang and Ai Lun were invited into the study by the new mayor.
Lan He and Qi A stood behind Da Sang. Because he was afraid of Ai Lun, he deliberately exchanged positions with Qi A, standing further away.
The new mayor was very familiar with Ai Lun. He made a few jokes that Lan He found vulgar. Then, Ai Lun introduced Da Sang to him, and there was another round of polite greetings.
Lan He was very nervous. He had been nervous since entering the door. His mission was here.
The spacious study was eighty square meters. There was a bookshelf on the left side of the fireplace, and a shelf full of decorations on the right side.
As Da Sang chatted, he inadvertently turned his head and looked over there, his eyes lighting up: “Mr. Mayor also likes to collect? That vase is from the eighteenth century, right?”
Perhaps because Da Sang knew his stuff, or perhaps because the mayor rarely met a kindred spirit, he took the initiative to lead him to the curio cabinet and said proudly, “Look, these are all collected from all over the world over the years at great expense!”
Da Sang and Ai Lun followed, and Lan He naturally followed as well.
Da Sang asked with a face full of surprise: “Excuse me, this dragon-pattern jade disc is really beautiful. Can I pick it up and admire it carefully?”
The mayor was naturally unwilling. Although it was very inappropriate, he still reluctantly handed him a pair of gloves because he was a new friend who might cooperate in doing big business: “Please be careful.”
Da Sang picked up the jade disc exuding ancient charm and looked at it over and over again before putting it down reluctantly, and then turned to another piece.
He admired a total of three pieces, and Lan He followed his hand with his eyes, also looking at the three pieces in their entirety.
After that, they returned to the sofa, and the topic returned to “business”.
Sweat was seeping from Lan He’s nose as he repeatedly consolidated the appearance of the three items in his mind. The gaze beside him made him feel like he was on fire. He turned his head and saw Qi A smiling at him, and gave him an encouraging look as he looked over.
Until late at night, the three people who finally talked to their heart’s content said goodbye outside the door. Ai Lun and Da Sang each got into their cars. The two cars parted ways, but finally arrived at the same destination, an inconspicuous two-story building in the next city.
Lan He followed Da Sang into the room prepared for him, tidied up the white paper on the table, and then rubbed his sleepy eyes, sitting on the chair and yawning.
Suddenly, a strange hand pressed on his shoulder. He looked back and was startled.
Ai Lun was looking at him with a smile, and said gently, “It’s okay to start drawing tomorrow morning.”
“I, I’m not sleepy!”
Lan He was not being polite with him, all his sleepiness had been scared away.
The next afternoon, he woke up in the dazzling sunlight. He heard Da Sang on the phone. He opened his eyes and saw that Da Sang was holding the eighteen paintings he had drawn, negotiating terms with the other party.
“Faxed it to you, I guarantee it’s exactly the same. Judge the authenticity yourself. If you’re sure you want it, I’ll get it for you.”
“Price? Three pieces, fourteen million US dollars, no less.”
“Guarantee safety.”
Lan He sat up, and Da Sang happened to hang up.
He walked over and patted him on the shoulder: “Did a good job.”
Lan He smiled happily: “Thank you, Dad!”
He could feel that Da Sang’s praise today was from the bottom of his heart.
“You don’t have to worry about what happens next, but don’t rush home. Las Vegas is fun. You can stay and play for a few more days.”
“Can I have Qi A accompany me?”
“He has something to do.”
“Oh…”
He felt that Las Vegas might not be very fun either.
So, he didn’t go out for these three days. On the fourth day, Da Sang brought back three identical cultural relics, which frightened Lan He.
“Dad, this… succeeded?”
“Counterfeits, they have to be used to replace the real ones.”
“Why not just steal them?”
“Then we won’t be able to use the same trick to deceive people in the future. I discussed it with Ai Lun. We plan to do this business for a long time, preferably without anyone knowing.” Da Sang smiled and showed him the things, “Does it look exactly the same on the surface?”
Lan He nodded vigorously, really, you couldn’t tell it was a counterfeit from the outside at all.
Next, he curiously watched Da Sang assign tasks to Qi A and Crinum.
Crinum had a big backpack, and he carried it wherever he went. Lan He was always curious about what was inside. He always mysteriously refused to say, and today he finally saw the true face.
Tch, he thought it was something good, but it was just two laptops and a square box. The box was plugged with messy plugs, and the wires were almost tangled into a ball.
Worthy of being the man nicknamed Slouch!
The computer was turned on, and it was densely packed with symbols that Lan He couldn’t understand. Crinum’s fleshy hands quickly entered a few strings of characters on the keyboard. Gradually, a series of pictures popped up on another computer screen.
Looking a bit familiar, that’s…
The new mayor’s villa? He even saw the shelves in the study where the antiques were placed.
Lan He was shocked, his mouth opened into an O-shape. He finally knew why Da Sang valued Slouch so much and was always so tolerant of him.
Crinum had real skills, and Da Sang preferred children with skills.
Crinum turned to Da Sang and gave him an OK gesture: “Old man, I’ve hacked in, I can operate it at any time!”
Da Sang patted the back of his head and finally confirmed with Qi A: “No problem alone? There are plenty of helpers.”
Qi A put on the built-in earpiece and shook his head: “Too many people are a burden.”
He winked happily at Lan He, who waslie in the back of the chair, and went out just like that. Lan He was really a little worried. Qi A always did dangerous things and always got hurt, but watching him go to “work” with his own eyes was the first time.