The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 118: Indecent Assault

Da Zhuang, this is the name of Jiang Zefeng's brother. When Gu Yinzhou woke up, he remembered nothing. After he and Jiang Zefeng became sworn brothers, Jiang Zefeng's mother called him that.

　　Gu Yinzhou didn't have any feeling about this name, but when he heard these words coming out of Jiang Zefeng's mouth, he felt a little unhappy about this name for the first time, and he couldn't tell why he was unhappy.

　　"Just call me brother as you did before," he said in a deep voice.

　　"Okay, brother." Jiang Zefeng readily changed his tone.

　　Gu Yinzhou lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.

　　The other person tilted his head up obediently without moving. The bright moonlight fell on his face, making it hazy like a layer of gauze, which was very beautiful.

　　Gu Yinzhou's fingertips were calloused and a bit rough, but they felt very nice. When his palm left Jiang Zefeng, he had the urge to hold his hand. He licked his lips and moved his fingertips slightly on his leg.

　　"I'm well again," he said.

　　"I understand." Gu Yinzhou seemed to have no other reaction to the fact that his brain had "healed" except for being stunned for a moment at the beginning.

　　Jiang Zefeng felt a little bored.

　　"Are you unhappy that I'm better?" Jiang Zefeng asked.

　　Gu Yinzhou: "No."

　　Jiang Zefeng: "Then why don't you smile?"

　　"I don't like to laugh."

　　Gu Yinzhou just thought Jiang Zefeng was making a fuss, so he blocked the door and didn't move away. He simply walked around Jiang Zefeng and walked through the narrow aisle at the side, but Jiang Zefeng's stool was shaking, as if there were nails on it, and he was sitting restlessly.

　　So, when Gu Yinzhou turned sideways and walked towards him, Jiang Zefeng's stool lost balance and fell forward.

　　One of them was standing, the other was sitting, and the position where they bumped into each other was a bit subtle. Even Gu Yinzhou, who was always able to endure, changed his expression several times. He groaned and bent his waist. Jiang Zefeng's stool was still tilted, and he hadn't found the fulcrum for his legs yet. He stepped back, and Jiang Zefeng's head followed him up.

After a few clanging sounds, the surroundings fell into silence.

　　The night was shrouded in darkness. The summer night was filled with the chirping of insects and frogs, and the buzzing of mosquitoes. Jiang Zefeng silently adjusted the stool, sat down, touched the tip of his nose, then paused as he remembered something.

　　When he looked up, he saw Gu Yinzhou looking down at him. There was darkness in his eyes, an unpredictable expression on his face, and his face was tense and his breath was heavy.

　　Jiang Zefeng: "..."

　　He just told others that they should get along well, and then he did something like this. It makes his words seem unreliable.

　　"Brother, are you...in pain?"

　　Gu Yinzhou: "..."

　　Nonsense, he is not made of iron.

　　But pain is one of them.

　　"How about I take a look for you?" Jiang Zefeng asked in a low voice.