My Brother Was First My Boyfriend And Later My Husband

Chapter 18

Translator: PastTimer

Editor: PastTimer
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That day, the three of us spent the Lantern Festival together.

It was quite lively. Chen Ling, who didn't usually drink alcohol, drank a can of beer and ate hotpot until his cheeks bulged.

It was said that the people from Sichuan were all white, Chen Ling's fingers indeed looked like white jade carvings.

Gu Mingzhang drank deeply, holding those beautiful hands and saying, "Be careful, don't scald it."

Chen Ling, who had more than his intended share of alcohol, said with a smile: "It's fine."

Gu Mingzhang had a helpless expression, taking a dish and serving Chen Ling, he told me: "Duan He, look at him getting drunk like this, he might burn his fingers."

I nodded but felt that Gu Mingzhang was a bit over-concerned. Chen Ling actually still looked alright, just a bit tipsy, not really drunk.

Chen Ling didn't say anything, eating a bowl of vegetables.

The only pot in the dormitory was currently occupied. I was forced to cook the frozen dumplings in a water kettle.

The soup was a little lacking in taste, but fortunately, the Lantern Festival still ended on a bright note.

That was the first time I spent a holiday with friends, I felt very happy.

After eating, Chen Ling took the initiative to wash the dishes. At first glance, he was the kind of child who was used to doing the housework.

While Chen Ling was washing the pot, Gu Mingzhnag and I cleaned up the mess on the table and opened the window for ventilation, driving away from the smell of beer and hotpot.

It was a bit chilly when the cold wind rushed inside the dormitory. There was heavy snow yesterday and the outside was a blanket of white.

When Chen Ling finished washing, Gu Mingzhang took a down jacket from the cabinet and gave it to him: "First, let's let the wind blow for a while, it's easy to catch a cold after drinking."

"Okay."

Chen Ling nodded, the red blush of alcohol on his face still hasn't faded.

At night, I slept deeply, without dreaming of Gu Yan.

In fact, I've frequently dreamt of him recently, sometimes he spoke English tales, sometimes he made exercises for me, but more often, I saw his face wearing the same expression he had that day he masturbated.

When I woke up, I would see the result of my wet dreams, occasionally catching a glimpse or two about the said dream.

I was relieved to admit that this was just a normal physiological phenomenon and had nothing to do with Gu Yan...

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Soon it was time for classes again, Cao Junwei barely made it back the day before.

He had met the flower of the Journalism Department last semester and was now in a lively love affair.  The male dormitory was now too smelly for him, how could a soft fragrant girl be compared to a pack of smelly boys.

Boys who did sports generally tend to have more energy to spare. When he wasn't with his girlfriend, Cao Junwei relied on the sisters in adult films to solve some psychological problems. He was happy to share his resources with us and asked us to sit in with the 'classes' of his favourite 'teachers'.

It was indeed a very beautiful woman. She has a bold and charming style. Before she even got into the 'core' of the subject, she had already scared Chen Ling enough to flee to the library with a red face.

Gu Mingzhang watched it, but there was no expression on his face. He had always been more mature than us.

When the oral sex scene showed on the screen, I couldn't help recalling Gu Yan.

Thinking of him, my lower body reacted immediately.

I want to lick him.

Let him have that same expression he had when he was masturbating that day...

I was scared of my own thoughts and ran away like Chen Ling in a hurry.

In the end, we failed to complete the teacher's 'lesson'. Cao Junwei laughed at us and said that a virgin's face was still too tender.

I didn't speak. I sat in front of the desk and remembered the last time Gu Yan fucked me.

Intense, brutal, and comfortable enough to die.

Pleasure had a way of making people never forget its taste.

I didn't know why I always thought of those things. Obviously, what I loathed at that time had become my only connection with Gu Yan now.

I thought that I was probably sick, with symptoms of Stockholm syndrome.