I want to be your white moonlight

"Brother?" Lin Xiang seemed to hear some unbelievable words.

At a certain moment, the noisy London became strangely silent, and the neon lights, river lights, and car headlights were all extinguished.

The vast and boundless city failed to block the Thames River, the lights were sprinkled, and the river was like a colorful ribbon, carrying luxury cruise ships.

"Lin Yan, when you wrote that suicide note to deceive Huo Sirong and used him to force me to draw blood, did you treat me as your brother?" Lin Xiang asked coldly.

Lin Yan's complexion changed slightly: "Brother Huo showed you that letter?"

"What? Didn't expect that?" Lin Xiang folded his arms, grinned the corners of his lips, twitched the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and said coldly, "If you beg me to save you, I will be willing."

"But what about you? Lin Yan, do you know how selfish you are? You dare to call yourself my brother, who gave you face?" Lin Xiang raised his hand, pushed him away, and walked towards the car parked by the road.

Lin Yan's face was tense, and his eyes finally revealed panic.

The suicide note two years ago was indeed used to confuse Huo Sirong.At that time, Huo Sirong's emotions towards Lin Xiang became more and more complicated. Lin Yan saw it in his eyes, and he was very anxious.

If he didn't think of a way to force Huo Sirong, how could he, Lin Yan, survive till now?

"I don't believe it." Lin Yan caught up with Lin Xiang and pulled the door handle of the sports car before it started. He shouted sharply, "Get out!"

"What the hell are you..." Lin Xiang kicked the car door, Lin Yan punched him up, Lin Xiang was caught off guard and managed to dodge.

Lin Yan jumped on him and grabbed Lin Xiang's neck, he was very jealous.

Why did Lin Xiang get Huo Sirong?Why is his biological father Lynch Hill?

If Huo Sirong hadn't exchanged Lin Xiang for Lin Yan back then, now it would be Lin Yan who enjoys all the glory, wealth and everything one expects.

Lin Xiang's wealth was stolen from him.

Crazy jealousy and hatred distorted his face, under the gloomy light, Lin Yan clenched his teeth, and he ruthlessly strangled Lin Xiang's neck.

"You can't save me, Lin Xiang, don't treat yourself like a saint, you are your holy mother?! What are you, you are worthy of taking Joe with me!"

Lin Yan cursed loudly. He ran on the golf course for a day, and his fatigue intensified his hatred.

In his mind, 20 years are like tarsal maggots, there is no joy to speak of, only pain and hatred.

Perhaps when Xie Xin fled back to China with the infant Lin Xiang in her arms, she never thought that she would buy a trafficked child on board.

What Xie Xin didn't expect was that Lin Yan, whom she saved with kindness, would look so much like Lin Xiang later on.

It is said that there are no two similar fallen leaves in the world, but Lin Yan and Lin Xiang, brothers who have no blood relationship, are similar like twin eggs.

How many coincidences are enough to cause subsequent disasters.

Lin Yan spared no effort to save his golden thigh Huo Sirong, and in order to keep Huo Sirong, who likes the same sex, by his side forever, he gave Lin Xiang to him.

Everything was perfect, and there should be no mistakes, but a serious illness like a coincidence happened suddenly, and then disrupted everything.

Lin Xiang's blood turned into a blood mist visible to the naked eye, covering the relationship between the three of them, leaving Lin Xiang in Huo Sirong's heart.

Anger creates an adrenaline rush that turns the world around.

Lin Yan's two arms stretched out the muscle lines visible to the naked eye, and the car door covered the sight of pedestrians.

Lin Yan thought crazily, if Lin Xiang was killed here, would Huo Sirong come back to him?

I shouldn't have.Tears burst out of the corners of Lin Yan's eyes.

Because Lin Xiang is Xie Xin's only son, and he is just a bastard of unknown origin, so Chen Rong and Lao Lin prefer Lin Xiang.

Because Lin Xiang was open-minded and smart since childhood, those peers are more willing to be friends with Lin Xiang.

Because Lin Xiang is his younger brother in name, so he has to help him and take care of him, and Chen Rong will tell him to face him: "Lin Er, he is your real brother."

He is not, Lin Yan retorted silently in his heart, but a smile appeared on his young and immature face, and he agreed: "Okay, it should be."

should?Why?Lin Xiang is not worthy at all!

With red eyes, Lin Yan yelled at him, "You are not worthy!"

Lin Xiang was completely unprepared in advance, he didn't expect Lin Yan to hate him to such an extent, this posture is no different from killing his father and enemy.

The ruthlessness that had been held back for a long time welled up in his heart, he bent his legs and bumped hard, hitting Lin Yan's lower abdomen, the moment Lin Yan was in severe pain and relaxed, Lin Xiang kicked him out of the car, threw himself on Lin Yan and smashed Lin Yan head.

"Crazy." Lin Xiang spat.

Lin Yan glared angrily: "You deserve it!"

Lin Xiang frowned, Lin Yan still kicked and punched unwillingly.

Joyce didn't know when he went and came back. He ran over from a distance and said in shock, "What's going on? Lin, are you injured?"

"No." Lin Xiang shook off Lin Yan who had hated him for a long time.

Joyce's eyes wandered between the two, and he immediately understood what happened.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, staring at Lin Yan's slightly narrow eyes.

Lin Xiang turned around and got into the car, and waved to Joyce: "Joyce, I'm leaving first."

"Leave him alone?" Joyce pointed at Lin Yan in surprise.

Lin Yan got up from the ground, wiped off the dust, took out the eyes that had been put in his pocket in advance, put them on politely, and smiled at Joyce as if nothing had happened.

"Who cares if a fly lives or dies?" Lin Xiang said.

Joyce rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Aston Martin gallops away.

Joey turned to look at Lin Yan, feeling a little interested, he folded one arm, put his hand on his chin, and asked with a smile: "You want to replace Lin, right?"

Lin Yan's pupils contracted, and his fists hanging by his sides were suddenly clenched.

Joey raised his hand, supported one of his shoulders with his palm, lowered his voice, and said seductively, "Come with me."

The blond hair is like shining gilt, which symbolizes unattainable luxury and wealth, attracting Lin Yan to turn around and follow Joey's footsteps involuntarily.

The Bentley SUV was driving along the banks of the Thames. Joey crossed his legs and Lin Yan was in the back seat, waiting cautiously for the destination.

It is a senior club.

With his hands in his pockets, Joey hummed the nursery rhyme "Londonbrigeisfallingdown."

He walked into a dark box first.

The over-heavy creamy smell mixed with the sweetness of rum, soaked in the rotten smell of luxury and money, permeates the moist distance in the depths of the night.

Lin Yan felt nervous, a white man behind him pushed him.

Lin Yan staggered and fell into the box, while Joey was on the phone with Lin Xiang.

"Your gift for returning home, I'll help you think about it, Lin." Joyce smiled carelessly, and glanced sideways at Lin Yan.

Those eyes were indescribably cold and cruel, and Joey's smile was still very gentle, Lin Yan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He turned away, and the white man grabbed his arm and dragged him back to Joyce like a sack.

Lin Yan was in a hurry, and called for help loudly: "Lin Er, save me!"

Lin Xiang was driving, and Lin Yan's voice almost pierced his eardrums. He was wearing a bluetooth headset, and Lin Yan's horrified shouts were released against his ears, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Lin, this is a surprise for you." Joey crossed his legs comfortably, turned on the speakerphone, threw the phone away and leaned back, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa.

Lin Xiang was silent.

Joyce was, in a way, as unruly as he was.

The youngest son of the Earl's family had been involved in the underworld in London. Although he was later forced by his family to wash his hands, his gangster spirit remained undiminished.

"..." Lin Xiang just reminded him: "Murder is against the law."

Joey smiled and hung up.

Lin Xiang stepped on the accelerator and rushed back to the mansion.He tossed the car keys and coat to the servants.

Lynch Mountain was not there, and the plane flew to the United States in the afternoon.

Lin Xiang groped to the basement, and the servant followed up nervously, but was swung back by him.

The heavy iron door closed, stirring up dust.

In the pitch-black darkness, Lin Xiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly sat back on the familiar iron chair.

The ghastly white curtain reveals a ferocious face. No matter how much time has passed in a month, a year, or two years, the scars that will not heal are always lost in painful memories.

Lin Xiang shivered and swallowed an emetic tablet.

Huo Sirong's familiar and terrifying face kept flashing and disappearing on the screen.

Lin Xiang slipped from the iron chair, hugged her knees and squatted on the ground, clenching her teeth.

The night is like thick ink, smudged with the staleness of the past, in a Porsche parked on the side of the road, Huo Sirong pushed the ring into his finger.

The scene was fleeting, Huo Sirong grabbed his collar, and said sternly, "You are too selfish."

- "Blood!"

——"You'd better remember that without Lin Yan, you are nothing."

In the end, Huo Sirong exchanged him for Lin Yan.

Abdominal cramps, he propped himself up, lying on the cold iron chair and retching.

·

Lin Yan was tied behind his back to the ground.

Joey's assistant stepped forward, and the needle of the syringe pierced the skin. Fear made Lin Yan almost stop breathing: "This is... what?"

"Scopolamine, a kind of medicine." The assistant replied in English.

Lin Yan's eyes widened, full of horror, "What do you want to do?!" He roared angrily and terrified.

Joey stood up and glanced down at him, like looking down on an unsmelling bedbug.

He bent over and took off Lin Yan's glasses, and threw them on the glass tea table, making a loud bang.

"Fake Lin's identity for him, and send him back to country Z." Joey leaned his upper body back a little, waved his hands without looking back, and he left.

The assistant respectfully accepted the order, and when Joey walked halfway, a joking smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips: "Just send it to Mr. Huo."

"Yes."

·

Ningbei City.

Lin Yan was thrown off the plane, Lin Xiang's name was on the passport and ID card, and his mobile phone had been thrown away by Joey.

Excessive scopolamine confused his nerves, Lin Yan stumbled out of the airport.

The day was pale as paper.

There was a sharp pain deep in his brain, and Lin Yan almost went crazy. He ran to the street, trying to find a hospital.

The green light is dying, the road is bloated, and the car keeps honking.

Lin Yan turned the corner of the street and walked onto an inaccessible expressway.

What did Joyce say?Lin Yan gasped for breath.

"Without Lin Xiang, how could you live to this day?" Joyce is very proficient in Chinese, and he seems to know their past very well.

"You'd better keep a distance from Lin Xiang, Mr. Lin, you have to remember that if you unfortunately die on the road, it's all thanks to Mr. Huo."

The blond man squeezed his neck tightly, the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, Lin Yan's face turned blue, and the blood between the two lips faded visibly to the naked eye.

A van rushed out of the curve out of control, and it was too late to brake.

Lin Yan's dull senses were not strong enough to send escape commands to his limbs, so he turned around suddenly.

The headlights zoomed in, and he saw the driver's round, terrified face.

stab-

Two days ago, late at night in London.

Lin Xiang sat on the cold iron chair, turned on the hands-free phone and put it aside.

Lin Yan has been taken away by Gao Zhen, and they have to catch the next day's flight.

Joyce sat on the windowsill of his house, crossed his legs, and hummed leisurely.

Lin Xiang's slightly hoarse voice came from the phone, and he said in a low voice, "Uncle Gao will take care of it."

"You rashly switched identities with Lin Yan. This time you return to China because you want to get out of Lynch Hill's control." Joyce opened his eyes and flicked his eyelids out of the window.

"I think your decision was hasty and hasty." Joyce said lightly.

"Didn't Lin Yan want to replace me? Then let him get what he wants, Lin Qishan... You know that for a person like him, his own son is nothing more than a tool. Lin Yan will regret it later."

Joyce was silent.

"Lin Qishan abused Xie Xin, and even recorded a lot of videos. He pretended that I couldn't find it." Lin Xiang sneered: "In his hands, I can't fly without wings."

"Only me, Gao Zhen and Lin Yan know about this." Joyce opened his mouth: "You bet that Lin Yan won't tell. What about you, what are you going to do?"

"Let's talk about it after we return to China." Lin Xiang pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, feeling a little tired: "Let's talk about it later."

Lin Yan got Lin Xiang's identity certificate, and Lin Xiang left Lin Yan's ID card and passport.

On the day of Lin Yan's car accident, Lin Xiang returned to Ningbei as Lin Yan.

It is still midsummer, hot and humid, the night is falling, and the sun is hanging on the horizon.

The familiar Ningbei, the familiar accent.

Lin Xiang stood at the end of the road, wearing a baseball cap, T-shirt and shorts, carrying a tennis bag, with one hand in his pocket, he raised his head and looked around blankly.

An ambulance blew its horn and sped away.

Lin Xiang took out Lin Yan's cell phone, and before leaving London, Joyce asked someone to process the contents of the cell phone.

After all, Huo Sirong is a public figure, if he wants to know about his situation, he doesn't need to meet anyone, just check Weibo.

Lin Xiang thought about it, clicked on Weibo, and before he had time to take a look, a piece of recent news popped up automatically on the notification bar.

"The son of the rich man returned home and suffered a car accident"

Lin Xiang caught a glimpse of his own name. He didn't know that Joey had injected Lin Yan with scopolamine, which can confuse the sympathetic nerves.

Lin Xiang opened in surprise. This news was released two hours ago.

The time of the car accident was three o'clock in the morning, just shortly after Lin Yan's flight arrived at Ningbei Airport. The accident happened on the expressway not far from the airport.

Lin Yan had a car accident, Lin Xiang frowned slightly.

According to the news, Lin Yan has been sent to the central hospital closest to the airport for emergency treatment.

Before Lin Xiang left to return home, he had enough cash and change in his pocket. He touched his bulging wallet and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

The driver glanced at him without asking where he was going.

Lin Xiang sat in the co-pilot, and the aftereffects of jet lag made him dizzy for a while.

He settled down, and then said slowly: "Ningbei Central Hospital."

The driver changed to the traffic lights, and the yellow-green body quickly merged into the rolling traffic.

The sky was completely dark, and the neon lights of the city merged into a sea of ​​lights.

The bright moon disappears, and the stars are obscured.

Lin Xiang hugged her backpack and stared at both sides of the road, the high-rise buildings swept back like arrows flying off the string.

·

At 21:[-] in the morning, Huo Sirong received a message from Wen Yao that Lin Xiang had a car accident.

When he heard the word "serious situation", for a moment, his heart almost stopped beating.

Huo Sirong grabbed the coat on the coat rack, rushed into the garage and drove, driving all the way to the Central Hospital.

It was also here that he forced Lin Xiang to give Lin Yan a blood transfusion.

Everything is like a terrible reincarnation, and they return to the beginning when the cracks turned into ravines.

Lin Yan was lying on a stretcher, the dual effects of excessive blood loss and scoccholine nearly broke his nerves.

Joyce's threat was like a movie picture, frame by frame replayed in his mind, and Joyce told him to stay away from Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang.

Otherwise, sooner or later... sooner or later...

Lin Yan was frightened.

He is not a big-hearted person like Lin Xiang, and he has no determination to fight against Joyce, who is full of gangsters. He is trembling and terrified.

"Lin Xiang, even if you die, don't think I'll let you go!" Huo Sirong roared.

Lin Xiang and Huo Sirong, these two names reappeared, accompanied by Joyce's threats, Lin Yan couldn't help but shed tears of fear.

"No..." Lin Yan gasped and fell into a faint.

"Lin Xiang" who was in a car accident was Lin Qishan's only son after all, and the hospital did not dare to neglect, and all the trace amount of RH negative blood in the blood bank was used by him.

It's true to say that Lin Yan's fate was fatal, at least he was rescued.

When Lin Xiang arrived at the Central Hospital, Lin Yan was temporarily out of danger and was sent to the intensive care unit.

Lin Xiang pulled down his baseball cap subconsciously. He found the nurse's station and asked, "Which ward is Lin Xiang in? I'm his brother."

The nurse called up the information and saw that the two looked alike, so she stopped doubting and pointed him to the location: "The 1201th floor of the inpatient department, No. [-].

Lin Yan lives in a ward alone, and the decoration is expensive.

In the mood of watching the excitement, Lin Xiang strolled to the elevator entrance on the [-]th floor.

Huo Sirong's people surrounded the place tightly, and Lin Xiang stopped in the hall in front of the nurse's station.

Nurses and doctors in blue and white rushed to and fro.

Wen Yao was looking at Huo Sirong. Mr. Huo was in a very bad state, as if he would collapse like a landslide and tsunami in the next second.

Huo Sirong sent Lin Xiang away with his own hands, and it took two years in the blink of an eye.

In the past two years, Huo Sirong gradually faded out of the entertainment circle, and the Huo Group was firmly in his hands. He spent almost every night thinking about Liren, but he couldn't even see him.

Not to mention that Lin Qishan deliberately cut off contact between the two, even Lin Xiang didn't want to see him at all.

Huo Sirong knew it well, Lin Xiang hated him, hated him to death.

The tall man sat on the seat outside the corridor from early morning to late night.

Wen Yao could only stay with him.

After a long time, the hour hand of the wall clock on the wall slipped silently to the next frame.

Wen Yao patted Huo Sirong on the shoulder, got up and went to the bathroom, when he passed by the nurse's station, he glanced at a familiar figure out of the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly startled, he turned his head and saw a young man in a baseball cap leaning against the tiled wall, laughing and joking with the nurse sister.

"Lin Xiang?!" Wen Yao looked back in panic.

There was silence in the ward, and the person who was in a serious car accident and lay unconscious on the bed seemed to be just an illusion.

"Are you awake?" Wen Yao stepped forward, and before Lin Xiang could react, he grabbed his wrist: "Are you Lin Xiang?"

Lin Xiang was caught off guard and caught by Wen Yao.

The person on the bed is Lin Yan and not him, Lin Xiang knows it well, but he must not tell other people about the exchange of identities between him and Lin Yan.

Lin Xiang paused for a moment, then quickly imitated Lin Yan and stood up straight, and responded gracefully and politely: "Wen Yao, I am Lin Yan, you are mistaken."

Impossible... Wen Yao was at a loss. Back then, Lin Xiang could only contact Huo Sirong through him, and Wen Yao had a clear idea of ​​Lin Xiang's personality.

Even though we haven't seen each other for two years, Wen Yao can recognize at a glance that the person in front of him is definitely Lin Xiang.

But who is the person on the bed?He clearly held Lin Xiang's passport and ID card.

Wen Yao looked at him in bewilderment, Lin Xiang sighed: "I'm worried about my little brother, he came back from England as soon as he got off the plane."

It was Lin Yan's tone.Wen Yao's grip on him gradually loosened, only to see Lin Xiang's eyes flicker, and asked in a low voice, "Where's Brother Huo?"

Wen Yao shuddered and let go of him.Only Lin Yan is called Brother Huo, and Lin Xiang is called Mr. Huo, or Lao Huo.

"Oh, you're guarding your brother inside." Wen Yao shouted back the guards on both sides and led him in: "Young Master Lin, go and have a look, the situation is not optimistic."

"En." Lin Xiang followed Wen Yao into the ward.

Before he could enter, an exquisite porcelain vase flew past his face, slammed into the door frame, and shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Wen Yao was startled, and turned to look at Lin Xiang.

With his hands in his pockets, Lin Xiang stood expressionlessly in front of the door of the ward. His two beautiful peach eyes were expressionless, looking down at Lin Yan and Huo Sirong coldly.

Huo Sirong's chest heaved violently, he didn't even lift his head, he threw the murder weapon viciously just now without even looking at anyone.

Wen Yao hurriedly explained: "It's Lin Yan, Lin Yan is back."

"Let him go." Huo Sirong said hoarsely.

Wen Yao hesitated, he felt that the Lin Yan behind him was unlikely to be the real Lin Yan, so he reminded his boss: "You should look up."

"Let him go!!" Huo Sirong was extremely angry. If it wasn't for Lin Yan, why would he send Lin Xiang away with his own hands, and how could the two reunite? This is the current situation.

The man stood up abruptly, his handsome face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye bags were rarely seen in a century. He raised his head and chased away.

However, the moment his eyes touched Lin Xiang, his eyes turned from a thousand arrows to panic.

"Lin Xiang?" Huo Sirong expressed confusion similar to Wen Yao's, and he looked back at the hospital bed in disbelief.

The person on the bed fell on his face in a car accident, and his entire face was wrapped in a white cloth, so he couldn't see the whole picture.

Lin Xiang looked at him indifferently, for about three seconds, as if pressing a certain switch, she suddenly grinned, smiled politely, and greeted him: "Brother Huo, are you okay?"

"Lin Yan?" Huo Sirong frowned, he finally remembered what Wen Yao said, this is Lin Yan.

"It's me." Lin Xiang nodded like a good man, stepped forward and patted Huo Sirong on the shoulder: "Brother Huo, don't worry too much, my little brother has his own fortune, so he will be fine."

It's Lin Xiang.Huo Sirong thought to himself, this person is definitely Lin Xiang.

The person on the bed may be Lin Yan, or anyone else, but for sure, only the person in front of him is Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang is fine.Huo Sirong subconsciously thought, Lin Xiang is fine.

Wen Yao and Huo Sirong exchanged glances, Wen Yao exited the ward, Huo Sirong leaned against Lin Xiang's arm, and trapped him in his arms with his backhand.

Lin Xiang frowned slightly, but when she thought that Huo Sirong clearly had ulterior motives for Lin Yan, she didn't find it strange.

A trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, he stood up straight and let Huo Sirong hold him.

With their own thoughts in mind, the two of them kept secret about who was Lin Xiang.

"I miss you very much." Huo Sirong said hoarsely.

Lin Xiang stood still and did not answer.

Huo Sirong hugged his waist, pressed the back of Lin Xiang's neck, and leaned over to kiss the young man's cold lips.

A strong sense of nausea and vomiting accompanied by Huo Sirong's breath approached, causing Lin Xiang's stomach to writhe with colic. The continuous correction for two years seriously damaged his stomach.

Lin Xiang pushed Huo Sirong away, and walked out with an ugly expression.

His steps were so hasty that his staggering figure looked more like he was running away.

Huo Sirong is too fake, Lin Xiang thought to himself.

In front of "myself", he could still kiss "Lin Yan" in front of "Lin Xiang".

Lin Xiang raised his hand to wipe his mouth fiercely, spat a few times, and before taking a few steps, he was grabbed by Huo Sirong who was galloping forward: "Lin Er!"

Lin Xiang picked up the hard plastic case on the nurse's station table and threw it at Huo Sirong's side with his backhand.

Huo Sirong didn't hide, and took his slap abruptly. His eyes were filled with blood, and the hope and longing in his eyes were burning like hellfire.

"Brother Huo, I'm Lin Yan." Lin Xiang threw away the cracked plastic case and said with a dark face.

Huo Sirong threw him against the wall, Lin Xiang gasped, he was no match for Huo Sirong.

Huo Sirong had practiced before, he didn't need a stand-in in the martial arts scenes when he was filming, and Lin Xiang's embroidered fists and feet couldn't make Huo Sirong pay attention to him at all.

Huo Sirong's anger was beyond expectation.

Even Wen Yao didn't expect that Huo Sirong would be so angry when he saw the real Lin Xiang, roaring like a raging lion during a landslide and tsunami.

Lin Xiang's head was tilted back, Huo Sirong held his waist with one hand, pinched his shoulder with the other, coldly pulled the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you see me? Two years! Why divorced! "

Lin Xiang wiped the saliva off his face, his lips turned white, and the blood on his face faded like a tide.

He suppressed his nausea and struggled to push Huo Sirong: "Fuck you, get out!"

"What are you pretending to be, Lin Yan? What are you pretending to be?" Huo Sirong growled and questioned.

——"You are no match for Lin Yan." Two years ago, maybe three years ago, Huo Sirong issued the verdict so cruelly.

"I didn't... I didn't pretend..." Lin Xiang coughed violently, "Let go!"

If he lets go now, Lin Xiang will definitely run away and disappear, making it impossible for Huo Sirong to find, see, touch, or touch him again.

Huo Sirong was terrified and extremely angry.

He twisted Lin Xiang's wrists and dragged him into the quiet soundproof ward next door.

"Huo Sirong, are you crazy?!" Lin Xiang was thrown onto the bed by him.

Huo Sirong locked the door with his backhand.

Lin Xiang rushed forward and pushed down the liquid rack, Huo Sirong tripped, but this did not prevent him from approaching Lin Xiang.

"Lin Er, remarry." Huo Sirong's face was gloomy.

"Impossible." Lin Xiang retreated tremblingly, he did not give up the remaining disguise: "I am not Lin Er, I am Lin Yan."

"I don't care whether your name is Lin Er or Lin Yan." Huo Sirong dragged him to the bed: "Your name doesn't prevent me from having sex with you."

Lin Xiang's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth: "You are really shameless, Huo Sirong."

"Lin Xiang, this time you personally deliver it to your door, I won't let you go." Huo Sirong was half threatening and half heartbroken.

Lin Xiang was lying on the bed, the pain made his limbs weak, his cheeks were flushed from coughing, and he vomited while clutching his lower abdomen.

"I love you." Huo Sirong's eyes were red, he pressed Lin Xiang's two arms, opened him and said, "The one I like, the one I want, is you."

"It's Lin Yan." Lin Xiang shouted, "Lin Yan!"

"Don't cry." Huo Sirong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He heard Lin Xiang gritting his teeth, word by word, as if swearing.

Lin Xiang said, "I hate you."

Huo Sirong bit his neck, and the once tall man seemed to have aged in an instant, with a hunched back, lying on the young man's body.

In the past, Huo Sirong wrapped up his emotions so well that it was airtight, but now, he was like a dying man, unable to cry.

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