EL Chapter 30

 (M) Chapter 30 - Peace of Mind

Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Song Jin woke up feeling warm, never having felt the blanket so cosy before.

Song Xinglan held him tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Song Jin's head. He was still asleep.

Song Jin nudged him with his elbow, "Let go."

"Mmm..." Song Xinglan mumbled something unintelligible and hugged him tighter.

"Let go," Song Jin raised his voice slightly. But his voice was hoarse, making his words sound weightless.

Song Xinglan rubbed his head and sleepily asked, "Ge, are you awake?"

"Let go of your hand," Song Jin repeated for the third time.

Song Xinglan finally released his hand, only to wrap his leg around Song Jin's body.

"Roll back to your room and sleep," Song Jin said.

Ignoring the request, Song Xinglan rubbed Song Jin's wrist under the blanket while his lips grazed the back of his neck. He asked, "Ge, did you enjoy yourself last night?"

The topic change was sudden. Song Jin felt even warmer. He chose to remain silent, closing his eyes to block out Song Xinglan's teasing.

The two of them lingered in bed. If it weren't for the sound of the cat scratching at the door and meowing, they might have stayed there until noon.

Song Jin rested his head on Song Xinglan's arm, looking out at the early winter morning. The weather was good, the sky washed clean, with a few clouds scattered across, illuminated by the sun, making everything bright and beautiful.

While cooking, Song Xinglan kept asking if Song Jin was feeling uncomfortable, in pain, or tired. Song Jin brushed off his hand that was on his waist, saying, "I'm fine. Stop bothering me."

Song Xinglan said, "If you're not in pain, can we do it again tonight?"

"No," Song Jin replied.

True to his word, that night, he locked the door. When Song Xinglan came out of the shower, he found himself locked out by his dear brother. He pleaded outside the door, “Ge... please let me in. I want to sleep with you. I promise I won't do anything. My bed is too small. I'm uncomfortable sleeping there every day..."

"If you're uncomfortable, go sleep in the vegetable field. It's very spacious there," Song Jin said.

Song Xinglan felt like crying but had no tears.

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The next day, Song Jin checked the weather forecast and found that it would rain for the next few days, with temperatures dropping as well. Winter was truly coming.

He asked Song Xinglan to go to the vegetable field together. While the weather was still clear, they could tidy up the field and pick the ripe vegetables to store at home, to prevent them from getting soaked by the rain.

Song Xinglan, like a large dog with energy to spare, vigorously wielded the hoe in the field. Song Jin couldn't be bothered to supervise him, knowing that Song Xinglan would eat the vegetables he harvested himself.

The less attention Song Jin paid him, the more arrogant Song Xinglan became. Passersby watched for a while and praised, "Young man, you have a strong back."

Song Xinglan smirked, "Hehe."

Song Jin: "..."

Despite appearing to work hard, Song Xinglan's actual efficiency was low. They were all just for show. After working for most of the afternoon, only half of the vegetable field was turned over. He wiped his sweat, panting as if he were the most exhausted person, and said, "This is really hard work."

Song Jin sneered, "Yes, it is."

"Ge, let's go back," Song Xinglan's novelty for his personal hoeing show had worn off. "We haven't finished half of it. Let's finish it tomorrow."

Ignoring him, Song Jin got up and left.

Back home, Song Jin pushed Song Xinglan to take a shower. After sweating so much, letting him air dry would risk him catching a cold.

While Song Xinglan was showering, Song Jin stood at the window of the room, peeling oranges. Grapefruit sat on the computer desk, watching Song Jin place the peeled oranges into a glass bowl.

With a bang, the bathroom door was opened. Song Xinglan, wearing only a pair of sports shorts and without a shirt, came out, towel-drying his hair. He took a few steps and entered Song Jin's room.

Song Jin turned around and saw him shirtless. He furrowed his brows. "Aren't you worried about catching a cold?"

"I didn't bring my clothes in." Song Xinglan said sincerely, "And it's not cold. There's still sunlight outside."

Knowing it was pointless to argue, Song Jin didn't say anything. He handed over some of the oranges. "Want some?"

Song Xinglan took a bite, chewed a few times, and said, "It's sour."

"Who are you trying to fool?" Song Jin stared at him, feeling a bit speechless. "I just ate half of it. It's the same orange. How come it's sour when it's in your mouth?"

Song Xinglan's lie was exposed. But he wasn't embarrassed. He laughed and lifted Song Jin, placing him on the windowsill. Standing between Song Jin's legs, he looked up at him with a smile, saying, "Ge, take a bite and give it to me. Maybe it'll be sweet."

The afternoon sunlight shone sideways. Behind Song Jin, stretched vast, lush fields, vibrant even in winter. His eyelashes were bathed in a warm golden colour, like fluffy fur, and his skin was so fair that even the slightest change in colour could be clearly seen.

Song Xinglan smiled and reached out to touch Song Jin's reddened ear. Song Jin lowered his eyelashes and lifted his hand to cup his face, leaning down to kiss him.

Making love in the daytime seemed particularly enticing, especially with Grapefruit still sitting on the computer desk watching. Song Jin lifted his leg to rest it on Song Xinglan's shoulder, breathing lightly as he said, "Take Grapefruit out."

Without hesitation, Song Xinglan got up, grabbed Grapefruit, and carried it outside. Song Jin then said, "Close the curtains."

Song Xinglan went to pull the curtains without any complaints. After all, only by pleasing his brother could he have a chance for intimacy.

With the curtains drawn, the room darkened considerably. But when they got close, they could still see each other's expressions clearly. Song Xinglan pressed down on Song Jin, impatiently biting his lips and slipping his hand under the clothes, lifting the T-shirt to knead Song Jin's waist.

The sound of their breathing was particularly clear in the dimness. Song Jin was almost absent-mindedly stripped of his clothes. Song Xinglan's head moved down to lick his nipples. Song Jin's fingers were tangled in his hair. After trembling with bitten lips for a while, he couldn't help but speak up, "Stop licking there..."

"Ge, I want to drink milk." Song Xinglan's voice was slightly hoarse. He licked Song Jin's swollen nipple again and said, "I want to drink your milk."

It felt like something was burning in his mind. Song Jin pursed his lips, feeling embarrassed to moan loudly during foreplay. But his restrained breaths were even more seductive. Song Xinglan lifted his head to kiss his neck and collarbone. His dick was rubbing against Song Jin's leg through his pants. The desire was primal and fierce.

Song Jin suddenly felt a bit scared. In this dimly lit room, facing the lustful Song Xinglan, some elements felt too familiar, to the point where he was lost and didn't know where he was or who he was facing.

"Song Xinglan..." Song Jin called out to him. His voice was trembling.

"I'm here, Ge." Song Xinglan kissed his cheek and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fortunately, it wasn't him.

Song Jin shook his head. He held on to his neck and said, "No. I just wanted to call you."

"I'm right here, Ge." Song Xinglan touched Song Jin's face and said, "Are you scared? I'll go slower."

"As long as it's not him, I'm not scared." Song Jin said softly, "You're different from him. You're you."

"I am me." Song Xinglan repeated after Song Jin, "Ge, I am your younger brother, I am not anyone else."

"I know." Song Jin said.

In fact, Song Xinglan could perceive that during the two times they made love, Song Jin would suddenly become flustered and at a loss at certain moments. Those subtle emotions were accurately captured by Song Xinglan. Perhaps it was because they were biological brothers, with an innate sense of telepathy, or perhaps it was because their current state was too pure, so Song Xinglan could keenly sense that something was wrong.

With ample foreplay and preparation, Song Jin felt less pain than the first time. As Song Xinglan fucked him time and time again, in the fragmented moans brought forth by pleasure, Song Xinglan held his ankle. He kissed the scar on his calf and said, "Ge, I will protect you in the future and will not let you suffer."

"You have to stay true to your words." Song Jin said as he sobbed from pleasure.

A car accident created two completely different people. Song Jin could no longer connect them together. He did not want to recall the Song Xinglan from three years ago. The Song Xinglan in front of him, as long as he could be gentle, Song Jin was willing to reciprocate his feelings.

This is his younger brother, who relies on him wholeheartedly. Since his mother passed away, Song Jin has hoped for someone to depend on him. At this moment, Song Xinglan can fulfil this psychological need for him. In turn, he can trust Song Xinglan with peace of mind, as they are each other's only family members now.

So what if they are blood brothers? They only have each other. And that's fine. That's the best.

Song Jin only hopes it won't shatter. Even if this is a dream, let him dream to the end, dream until death. Since it has already begun, it should be broken halfway.

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*Translator’s Note: I also hope it won’t shatter… -K

Read full story at: https://knoxt.space/ephemeral-light/

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