Prison Building I

When Jiang Lou's mind gradually cleared up, he stayed in the room all day without speaking.The black coat had already been thrown away by Ling Luo's orders, and he didn't know what he was obsessed with when he was sick, but now that he was well, he didn't care about it.

Seeing his gloomy look, Ling Luo always felt guilty and uneasy. He learned a lot of ways to make people happy from Ah Chen, and every time it caused Ah Chen to stare down his eyes. He didn't know that he My master still has these caring and thoughtful ones, and the gadgets he sent out have been approved by Master Jiang, and the always indifferent master can happily talk to himself for a long time.

Of course, those words are all about Young Master Jiang. Sometimes they are guessing what he likes to eat, and sometimes they are judging what small animals he likes. Looking at it, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Because Ah Chen knew very well in his heart that after Young Master Jiang recovered from his illness, he was not the same as usual at all.

The change this time is very different from the last time. Ah Chen always feels that Young Master Jiang has lost something. Very reluctant to speak, even a smile has become a rare item.

Could Master Jiang, who can't see the depth like this, be the master's good companion?

Ah Chen has no feelings for him. He just thinks that the master likes him, and because he is happy like a child, he has some pity for him. Ah Chen hopes that he can accompany the master well, so he follows him every day Ling Luo figured out his preferences together, only hoping to impress him one day and follow his master well.Ah Chen is too lazy to think about the past, the past is the past, and he will never mention it unless the master mentions it. People, just live in the present, Ah Chen always tells others like this.

But he never knew that there is a limit to how people treat the past memory. The past that exceeds the limit can only rot in the heart and bloom evil flowers, and time will become its nourishment. The longer it gets, the clearer it becomes. more painful.Only death is the ultimate liberation.

This day, he brought a Scottish fold cat back from outside, and Ling Luo went straight to Jianglou's room without even putting his bag away.

Jiang Lou stared out of the window motionlessly, his eyes still dull, Ling Luo walked over lightly, and brought the little soft cat into his arms like offering a treasure, sat behind him and wrapped his arms around him, whispering softly in his ear Asked: "Do you like it?"

Jiang Lou touched the little thing in his arms intermittently, and responded casually: "Yeah."

Ling Luo looked very happy and hugged him tightly again, poked his head forward and pecked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I like to buy a few more tomorrow, okay?"

Jiang Lou looked down at the little soft cat for a while, and suddenly said something softly.

Ling Luo was overjoyed, and hurriedly put his ear close to him and asked, "What are you talking about? I like flowers?"

Jiang Lou nodded, then turned around suddenly, looked into his eyes, and smiled softly, "Red Iris."

Ling Luo's eyes were sour, and he almost shed tears. Jiang Lou finally smiled at him. After waking up for a few days, he refused to even talk to him. He thought it would be like this from now on. My heart is always slightly sour.He was afraid that such a Jianglou would disappear from his eyes at any time like air, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of tension, not only for the changes in Jianglou, but also for himself.

Ling Luo knew exactly what it would be like to lose Jianglou, he didn't even dare to think about it, he could only force himself to please Jianglou every day, praying that one day he would forget those pains and accept this new life again. His.

He has no idea in his heart, and he doesn't know when this tortured state will end, but he is willing to wait, even if it takes his whole life.

Now he finally saw the only smile he had seen in days, and he had never found the iris so flattering.

"Red iris? I'll have someone buy it tomorrow!"

Jiang Lou nodded and broke free from his arms, glanced at his slightly red hands, then quickly turned his face away, and said lightly, "Don't come to me in such a hurry in the future—"

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to see me?" Ling Luo withdrew her hand that was pinched by the car door because she was in a hurry to get out of the car, and quickly stood up and asked.

His voice was even a little trembling. Could it be that he couldn't even meet him?These days... I haven't done that kind of thing anymore, it's not that he doesn't want to, but Jiang Lou seems very unwilling to touch him by himself, every time he kisses him, he will be pushed away mercilessly, Ling Luo sleeps with him with a shy face When we were together, we didn't dare to touch him even without permission. We couldn't stand it at night and could only rub a few times indiscriminately. Looking at that person, he was still as cold as water.

Ling Luo often looks at his sleeping profile and thinks back to the year she was with him. When she was in love, she often had to do it several times a day. She had never slept together so peacefully like now. How could things let him go?The lower abdomen was uncomfortable, Ling Luo stretched out his hand to gently touch Jiang Lou's pale face, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never had pleasure in love/things.

Once this kind of thought emerges, it becomes unstoppable. Ling Luo thinks carefully about the details of their sex/love, and the more she thinks about it, the more frightened she becomes.It seemed that he was the one who forced him to do that all the time. He felt comfortable, and he didn't even know whether Jiang Lou had ejaculated.God—he actually forgot about this matter, so he remembered that painful and humiliating night again, regretful and horrified in his heart, no wonder he was always reluctant, presumably it was because of pain——

"I mean, you don't need to be so anxious, why don't I stay here properly, I can't go anywhere." Jiang Lou stood in front of him with the little soft cat in his arms, and turned his head slightly to see his complicated expression.

"Meow." The kitten licked its tongue and followed behind with a weak cry.

Ling Luo opened his mouth, his tongue was so dry that he couldn't say anything, yes, I have been wary of him since the trip to Paris, even though everyone who participated in that time was dealt with, I still feel worried.The family ordered no less than 20 people to stare at him, presumably—he probably knew about it!

A look of embarrassment flashed across Ling Luo's eyes, he swallowed, and before he could speak, Jiang Lou walked up to him with a smile, and said softly: "The red iris needs to be mixed with medicinal liquid, I'll get someone to bring it to you later. You, prepare some according to your needs and use them first. Remember—that flower is not like a human being, it will not die, it is bright and bright, and it will always be in the best state. Keeping it in your heart is like seeing me Same."