Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother - Chapter 250 - Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Depends On Your Ability 1

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Depends On Your Ability 1

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes grew gloomy, and her words took on the appearance of a scattering of sparks that had just fallen into a barrel of oil and started a quick fire. The beast within of him yearned to escape its confines and seize the loot for itself.

It was a restless gaze.

Lu Yang felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The distance between them was close, and memories suddenly started coming to her. She gently arched her brow and pushed her lips against his.

“I want to hear you pant,” she whispered.

Jiang Yanzhou’s brows arched slightly, and his tone had a tinge of amusement. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He effortlessly regained control with one hand moving in the darkness, while the other firmly held her chin as he kissed her.

Lu Yang was overwhelmed by the kiss. She felt as if her skin was scorched, and her breath filled with the scent of a man.

“Do you like Laneway?” Jiang Yanzhou suddenly asked. “I constructed it according to your dream house.”

“I like it.”

Jiang Yanzhou spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, tinged with a hint of hoarseness. “Are you sure?”

The question was not about Laneway; it was about him.

Lu Yang’s heart trembled, a subtle feeling coursing through her veins.

“Think carefully.” Jiang Yanzhou uttered, “Give me a definite answer.”

Outside the window was an incredibly quiet night sky. Lu Yang lowered her eyes, and she didn’t turn on the light again. She didn’t like bright lights; the room was a bit dim, but she could still see him tearing open a plastic package.

Jiang Yanzhou had beautiful hands.

The kind that made people want to hold them with just one glance.

Lu Yang was somewhat distracted, her senses lightly tingling. “Mhm. I’m sure.”

Upon hearing her answer, Jiang Yanzhou caressed her face, his voice soft and low. “How does it feel?”

Lu Yang raised her eyes, meeting his deep gaze, with a slight blush at the corners of her eyes. “You said you didn’t want to make me cry.”

“Then provoke me first.” Jiang Yanzhou leaned close to her ear, partly wicked and partly gentle. “If you cry, I’ll comfort you.”

Lu Yang fell silent.

In the dim space, she said, “Yanzhou, I have a question for you.”

“Ask me.”

“What did my grandmother say to you?”

Before she left last time, Yin Hua and Jiang Yanzhou were talking, occasionally glancing at Lu Yang. She was certain they were discussing her.

Jiang Yanzhou hesitated, then answered casually, ‘Your grandmother told me to treat you better.”

“Am I not treating you well?”

“Very well.” Jiang Yanzhou’s tone shifted, low and magnetic, with a touch of huskiness. “Except for holding hands.”

Lu Yang said nothing, but in response to his words, she took the initiative to hold his hand. Jiang Yanzhou had never been treated so favorably before. His five fingers intertwined tightly with hers.

She had the upper hand.

The corners of Jiang Yanzhou’s lips curved into a smile, and he tightened his grip.

“Trouble is coming, and the wind fills the tower.”

Lu Yang opened her mouth and bit his neck fiercely. Jiang Yanzhou didn’t frown but laughed, “Shall we have fun together and endure the pain together?”

Lu Yang was rendered speechless.

“Bite harder; this little force is far from enough.”

Lu Yang’s consciousness felt light and helpless, floating like a boat on the ocean. All she could do was hold onto the boat in front of her.

He lifted her up, and Lu Yang wrapped her arms around Jiang Yanzhou’s waist, feeling her palms quickly damp with sweat. She listened to his breathing and heartbeat, her own heart pounding like thunder.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered softly, “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

She remained silent.

After a while, Jiang Yanzhou propped himself up on his arm, seemingly wanting to see her face. Lu Yang found some strength from somewhere and tightened her arms around his neck, not letting him see her. Her weak and boneless hands softly stroked the short hair at the back of his head. When she finally regained her composure, he smiled, “Are you petting a cat?”

I’m petting a wolf.”

Jiang Yanzhou embraced her waist and held her entire body in his arms.

The damp and messy strands of hair on Lu Yang’s forehead were pushed aside by him as Jiang Yanzhou said, “I’ll carry you to take a bath.”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, “I’ll go by myself later.”

“You look unable to move.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Mine.”

Lu Yang not only didn’t like others touching her things but also didn’t pay much attention to herself. She often ignored certain things that happened to her because she felt that many emotions were unnecessary. Getting angry and complaining wouldn’t change anything, and she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Rather than being emotional, she preferred to improve her own capabilities. The more risks she could handle, the more carefree she would be.

She could bear her own responsibility, as well as his.

The silent embrace made Lu Yang feel exhausted, her eyelids drooping uncontrollably. Jiang Yanzhou held her waist with one hand and hooked her leg with the other, carrying her horizontally in his arms.

“Go to sleep. You can leave the rest to me..”