Prison Building I

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Lou woke up from a coma, the sunlight was already strong enough to dazzle his eyes, he moved his fingers, his body didn't hurt too much, but his chest was really stuffy, as if something heavy weighed on it , Forced people feel oppressed from the bottom of their hearts.

Jiang Lou curled up his legs, and instead of the explosive pain in his lower body as before, it was replaced by a dense tingling pain, like small needles stuck in the skin, with crisp and numbness in the bones.

"squeak,"

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, Jiang Lou squinted his eyes, vaguely saw a small figure crept over and put something on his forehead.

"It's so cold..."

"Shh,"

The man put a finger on Jianglou's mouth: "You are so hot, let's ice it gently."

When Jiang Lou heard the jerky pronunciation, he was stunned. He leaned back and raised his head slightly to look carefully at the person in front of him.

His long chestnut hair shone brightly in the sun, his goose-yellow skirt was stained with dust, and looked a little dusty, but his eyes were as clear as ever, and he was looking down at him with a bit of timidity and worry. .

Jiang Lou suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, like hope, and like surprise. He only felt that the dull feeling in his chest seemed to be relieved a lot, and the corners of his mouth raised up unconsciously:

"Why are you back?"

In fact, he wanted to ask why you didn’t die. On second thought, it might be unlucky, because in this villa, all the servants and bodyguards have experience in underground activities. The one on the belt, since she came back alive, she has escaped a catastrophe, and if she asks again, she may cause some trouble again.

His life, their lives, are like things, that person can take whatever he wants, and keep whatever he wants, in the final analysis, it's just a mistake in his mind.

"I……"

The little maid pinched the corner of her skirt and looked at Jianglou uneasily. Just as she was about to say something, there was the sound of leather shoes rattling behind her. That's it.

That person had a fierce aura all over his body. Even though he deliberately restrained his aura, the two people beside the bed still held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

The little maid is worried that the master will abuse Jianglou again. She hasn't been here for a long time, but some clues can be seen from the intentional or unintentional words of the servants. In addition, when she came back last night, she was accused of guarding Jianglou In the bedroom, I heard his coughing and panting frequently in the middle of the night. Such a weak person, I don’t know how he can survive.

She just knew that the master was too mean to Jiang Lou, she was still very young and didn't understand the complex emotions and desires in the world, but she felt intuitively that the master was bullying him, bullying him all the time...

She didn't dare to go in to have a look at Jianglou until the master left in the morning. His body was huddled under the quilt, and there were bruises on his exposed neck. The little maid was startled, and went up to touch his face lightly. Immediately, his heart trembled from being burned, and when he looked at his face again, there were faint traces of bright red, but it seemed that he was on the verge of death.

She was distressed and anxious, and she didn't dare to disturb others, so she secretly went to find a wet towel, trying to cool him down so that he would be scalded if he was so hot.

With a turn of his thoughts, Ling Luo had already arrived at the bed. He stared at the little maid for a while, as if he wanted to see some traces of his previous life from her. His dark pupils were bottomless, and he just stared at her like that. hold on.

Jiang Lou took a breath. What he was worried about was the safety of the little maid. She managed to escape, but was she about to hit her again?

Jiang Lou raised his body with some difficulty, the wet towel on his forehead was still dripping, and it slid down his hot cheeks onto the bed sheet drop by drop. He stretched out his hand to Ling Luo, with a flattering tone:

"I want to take a shower, can I?"

The steamy bathroom is like an apple that is about to crack, and the fragrance is still there, but it can't hide the ambiguous atmosphere that is unique to the overripe fruit and is about to overflow.

Ling Luo rubbed his fingers into his black hair, gently rubbed the light blue shampoo, watched them slowly rise into small white foams, and finally exploded one by one without hesitation. A kind of unhappiness is born.

It was as if someone had stirred up the thoughts that were hanging in his heart, and now he was shaking tremblingly, and he was about to fall off.

Ling Luo unscrewed the nozzle to test the temperature, hugged Jiang Lou's head, and made him face up to her.

This angle is really good, condescending, penetrating into the subtleties, and it is easy to see any small expressions.

He held the back of Jianglou's head and rubbed his hair slowly. Warm water sprinkled from the top of his head, and the moist and warm breath rushed towards his face. Jianglou opened his eyes involuntarily.

His face was still blushing uncomfortably, and he lay in Ling Luo's arms a little exhausted, letting him move with his eyes open.

Really obedient like never before.

Ling Luo bent the corner of his mouth, put down the nozzle to support his back, took out a towel from the side and slowly wiped his hair, the two of them looked at each other face to face, their eyes were a little dim.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Lou finally couldn't help moving his lips, and when the questioning words reached his lips, he was about to slip out when Ling Luo suddenly kissed him.

This unexplained kiss was a bit abrupt, the kiss made Jiang Lou short of breath for a while, a precursor to the onset of asthma—there have been frequent attacks of asthma recently, and the onslaught is irresistible, and when he goes, he will always take away some of his flesh and blood, and so on. If it goes on, it will eventually be emptied.

Jiang Lou's stomach twitched a few times, he felt like he couldn't breathe, he was uncomfortable, just about to reach out to push him, Ling Luo loosened his lips, leaning over like this, his face was only a few feet away from him, and his nose was about to close. Meeting his eyes, Jiang Lou held his breath and looked at his twinkling eyes in amazement, which suddenly became cold.

"Why didn't I know you could still laugh?"

Jiang Lou was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that when he saw the little maid in the bedroom just now, he seemed to have smiled.

It had been a long time since he had smiled, and the corners of Jiang Lou's mouth were a little sour. The smile that came from the bottom of his heart was actually not easy to detect.

He met Shang Lingluo's eyes, his brows and eyes were bent, and he showed a relaxed smile.

The bright red cheeks are as beautiful as flowers, the thin lips are raised slightly, and the semi-revealed white teeth are like the fluff of a little white rabbit, stroking Ling Luo's cold heart bit by bit, bringing up layers of thin blood, which rushes quickly to all parts of the body.

It softened like that.

Ling Luo kissed him again, softly and slowly, putting aside all doubts and thoughts, only rubbing against his ears:

"Jiang, Jiang...you are mine..."

The familiar touch tempted him to go deeper, the tip of his tongue licked his thin lips, through his white teeth, like a lone walker in the desert, eagerly looking for the oasis in the dry place, he seemed to have forgotten the soft oasis, Whether to satisfy their vigorous desires and desires...

Jiang Lou reached out to touch his wet hair, closed his eyes and accepted the infinitely elongated deep kiss.

He thought to himself a little mockingly, it didn't seem that difficult.

As long as I am willing to sleep with you obediently...

But... a sudden resentment welled up in his heart, his chest was about to explode, and all kinds of things from the past resurfaced, grinning grinningly and baring his teeth and claws before his eyes, wishing to immediately dig out his heart and lungs and suck his bones and blood, until he was blown out of his wits Falling into the abyss, eternal life will never be happy.

Bending knees to accept joy, coquettishly smiling to survive... Why do you want to wrong yourself like this!

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Congested blood accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't catch his breath. Jiang Lou pushed Ling Luo and coughed violently.

Startled, Ling Luo hurriedly left his lips, hugged him helplessly, and after watching for a while, realized that it was an asthma attack.

Ling Luo frowned, feeling a little abnormal frequently.

While stroking his chest to give him smooth air, while ringing the bell on the wall, it seemed that his heart was at peace, and his voice was much softer:

"Let Dr. He come over quickly."

As if remembering something, Ling Luo squeezed Jiang Lou's arm, squinted his eyes and stared at his pretty face, as if intending to keep every movement and every expression in his heart, and said faintly:

"Stagger the time and call the drug expert who was recruited from abroad last time."

Slightly tightening his palms to feel the beating of his pulse, the wobbly string in Ling Luo's head suddenly tightened.

Only one step away, it will be disconnected.