Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH156

Chapter 156: Dream

Jiang Jue carried Chu Yang back to the third-floor master bedroom, gently laying him down on the expansive, plush mattress.

The bed yielded softly, enveloping Chu Yang’s frame. Chu Yang unconsciously nestled against the fluffy pillow, letting out a contented hum through his nose as his cheek sank into the light gray linen, his sleeping face remarkably peaceful.

Jiang Jue stood beside the bed, looking down at him.

Only a single wall sconce was lit, its warm amber glow tracing the soft contours of Chu Yang’s features—his previously furrowed brow had smoothed out completely, his long dark eyelashes resting still above straight, elegant cheekbones. His lips were parted slightly from the lingering buzz of alcohol, showing a moist, rosy pink.

As Jiang Jue watched, the cold restraint that usually defined his demeanor seemed to melt away beneath the soft light, giving way to a bottomless pool of tenderness. Leaning down, he reached out with his fingertips and gently brushed away a few stray, damp strands of hair clinging to Chu Yang’s forehead.

A soothing warmth transferred to the pads of his fingers.

Instead of pulling back, his hand glided down along the hairline, tracing it with an almost reverent touch as his thumb lightly skimmed Chu Yang’s brow bone. He brushed across the closed eyelids, feeling the subtle movement of the eyes beneath in their quiet slumber. His touch drifted past the straight bridge of Chu Yang’s nose, finally coming to rest against his lips.

The lips beneath his fingertips were warm, supple, and delicate.

Perhaps the light touch tickled, or perhaps he sensed something in his sleep, but Chu Yang’s lips twitched and parted slightly with a soft murmur.

Jiang Jue’s frame stiffened, his pupils contracting sharply.

“Yangyang…” His Adam’s apple bobbed in silence, his voice dropping to a low, husky rasp as he whispered the name that had echoed in his heart countless times.

Supporting himself with both hands on either side of Chu Yang’s shoulders, he lowered himself until his forehead gently pressed against Chu Yang’s.

Their noses brushed, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room.

With their lips barely a centimeter apart, Jiang Jue could practically count every single flutter of Chu Yang’s dark eyelashes. Chu Yang’s warm, alcohol-scented breath brushed across his lips with a fatal, irresistible pull.

In his drunken haze, Chu Yang felt a hovering warmth tickling his mouth. Subconsciously, the tip of his tongue flicked out to moisten his dry lips—and accidentally brushed right against the peak of Jiang Jue’s lips.

That fleeting, wet contact was like a spark dropped into dry grass, instantly incinerating the last shred of Jiang Jue’s iron restraint.

The remaining clarity in his eyes was swallowed whole by dark, possessive intensity.

He hesitated no longer. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips firmly against Chu Yang’s.

The kiss was laced with the sweet tang of fruit syrup and the rich warmth of baijiu.

Jiang Jue deepened the touch, his hands shifting to cradle Chu Yang’s jaw, drinking in the intoxicating warmth he had denied himself for so long. Chu Yang let out a muffled whimper in his sleep, his body instinctively curling closer into Jiang Jue’s solid embrace.

That soft, vulnerable sound acted like a splash of cold water.

Jiang Jue snapped back to reality, forcibly tearing himself away from the dizzying sweetness.

Slowly lifting his head, his chest heaving in quiet, ragged breaths, his dark eyes locked onto the sleeping man beneath him.

Flushed from the alcohol and the lack of air, Chu Yang’s cheeks burned crimson, his lips swollen and glistening as he breathed in shallow gasps. During the entanglement, the top buttons of his silk sleep shirt had popped open, the collar sliding askew to reveal a smooth expanse of pale collarbone.

Right in the hollow above the bone sat a small, dark brown beauty mark.

It looked like a stray drop of cinnabar on porcelain, strikingly vivid against his fair skin.

Jiang Jue’s gaze fixated on that tiny mark, his eyes darkening further. Leaning down once more, rather than capturing those parted lips, he pressed his warm, reverent mouth gently against the mole in the hollow of Chu Yang’s throat.

A faint shiver ran through Chu Yang, prompting Jiang Jue to summon every ounce of his willpower to pull back.

Closing his eyes, he took several deep, steadying breaths to suppress the fire raging in his veins.

With careful hands, he buttoned Chu Yang’s loose collar, smoothed the fabric, and pulled the light quilt up to his chest.

Turning away, Jiang Jue stepped into the adjoining bathroom. The rush of icy water washed over his skin, yet it did nothing to quench the burning pulse hammering in his chest.

Meanwhile, inside Chu Yang’s dream, everything took an absurd, surreal turn.

What had started as a fantasy about eating sweet, melting ice cream suddenly transformed into a large, warm puppy licking him all over. Slowly, the puppy’s features shifted and sharpened until they merged into the face of Jiang Jue—his squad leader, his stoic Brother Jiang.

The man stared down at him with dark, burning eyes, his low voice murmuring, “Yangyang.”

“Whoa!” Chu Yang gasped, jolting upright as his eyes flew open in sheer terror.

Bright morning sunlight was already streaming through the narrow gap in the curtains.

His heart was hammering against his ribs like a drum, his breath coming in fast, heavy gasps. He looked around the master bedroom—the room was empty and completely still, so quiet he could hear the frantic rhythm of his own pulse.

“Holy crap…” Chu Yang pressed a palm to his burning forehead, his thoughts a tangled mess. The fuzzy memories of last night’s drinking and the vivid, shocking dream from moments ago collided, making his face burn with intense heat. “Chu Yang, have you lost your mind?! Have you been holding it in for so long that you’re literally hallucinating?! How could you… how could you dream of Brother Jiang doing… doing that to you?!”

He ran both hands through his messy bedhead in utter frustration. But before he could calm down, a prominent, undeniable physical tightness made him freeze in place.

Looking down, his eyes locked onto the unmistakable tent in the front of his pajama pants. He felt an overwhelming urge to bury his face in his hands and cry.

Covering the front of his trousers with a miserable groan, he grumbled under his breath, “I know, I get it! We’ve been running for our lives on the road, so of course I neglected you… But I was busy surviving! How was I supposed to find the time? We literally just unpacked, so why are you acting up now? And why the hell did you have to trigger that kind of dream?!”

Muttering complaints to himself, he cautiously scanned the room once more to make absolute sure Jiang Jue wasn’t around. Only then did he let out a breath of relief and slump back against the headboard. Closing his eyes, his hand slid under the waistband of his shorts.

At first, he tried desperately to summon the vague memories of glamorous actresses he had seen on TV screens before the world ended. But for reasons he couldn’t control, their faces kept blurring out at the critical moment—gradually reshaping into the chiseled features of Jiang Jue!

Jiang Jue’s intense, unreadable eyes. His broad shoulders. His sharp jawline. And that deep, husky voice calling him “Yangyang” in the dark.

“Damn it all!” Chu Yang cursed through gritted teeth, thoroughly mortified that his body was reacting with even greater intensity to the forbidden fantasy.

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