private romance

"It's all grown up there, full of ivy," He Tingzhao's voice was low and weak, as if it hadn't been condensed into syllables, and it was all scattered in the wind, "I can't take a peek."

Looking down, the plants were lush and profuse, as if God had spilled a whole piece of paint, but Song Mingzheng immediately knew what he was talking about, and raised his eyelids to glance over.Sitting on the terrace, he was a section taller than He Tingzhao, and he naturally reached out and rubbed his head aside, "No need to peek, you all live here. My face is just Count the ones you've seen the most."

"Tsk, the third master is really arrogant. He looks amazing." He Tingzhao chatted with him one after another. They have no children or pets, but they like to pass the time like this. On a couch or sitting together on the terrace, and now, the changes haven’t changed that much "But Song San, you are also spineless. When I asked you back then, you agreed. How can I have your face for one night?" I have to sleep ten or eight..."

"Nonsense", Song Mingzheng turned sideways and glared at him.He is used to being fierce outside, and when those eyebrows and eyes turned sideways, most of the other people around him would be scared to kneel immediately, for fear that he would suddenly draw out his gun and press it to his forehead.But He Tingzhao was obviously not afraid, even though he stopped talking, he still had a mischievous expression.Raising his arms tremblingly, a white and tender wrist was exposed under the pajamas.Song Mingzheng turned sideways and his legs drooped naturally. The man's slender calves were covered with faint muscles, which was very attractive.He Tingzhao slowly rubbed his finger over, and rubbed his stiff index finger against Song Mingzheng's calf, "Just kidding, I haven't developed a sense of humor for so many years."

The touch of the fingertips was extremely weak, leaving only a faint touch on Song Mingzheng's calf, as soft as butter, and it seemed that he could smell the slightest sweet aroma.

Song Mingzheng shook his legs, Ruifeng narrowed his eyes to drink the drink in the cup, then naturally reached out and handed it to him.Occasionally, these actions would be tinged with the shadow of his youth, which would make He Tingzhao very happy.He didn't miss the boy from the past, but he always felt that.

His Ah Zheng was always the happiest when he was a teenager.

"Then I didn't see you stop making trouble with me." Song Mingzheng jumped off the balcony and sat directly on the ground instead of looking outside.The scenery hasn't changed much over the years. He doesn't have any special favorites, but being alone with his lover is always a happy thing.Lifting a corner of the blanket, Song Mingzheng touched He Tingzhao's cold legs and feet, and began to massage him casually, "I'm used to it."

He Tingzhao's instep swelled significantly, and he could still feel the softness wrapped in loose nursing socks, and his paralyzed feet were different from before. What's wrong with rubbing the little feet that haven't been on the ground for several years.

The upper thigh shook slightly twice, a little like a spasm.Song Mingzheng hurriedly held He Tingzhao's soles with one hand, straightened his legs, and kneaded his thighs with a light hammer with the other hand to ease the not-so-violent shaking.He Tingzhao has been lying on the bed this week without moving, and the spasms are more frequent than usual, but the people around him take good care of him, he can at most kick the cushion on the soles of his feet out of the bed, and there will be no harm to anyone.

"Wait for a while", Song Mingzheng stretched out his long legs, leaned half of his body over, and lightly tapped He Tingzhao's forehead with his lips, "The nails are too long, I'll fix them for you."

He Tingzhao snorted through his nose, with a little milky voice, as if he agreed.

In terms of age, he was way past the age of acting like a baby, and he didn't have this hobby before, but now he looks a little bit like this, and it's also because Song Mingzheng likes him as a sweet bean.No one would like to see a bitter and bitter partner when they go home, even if they know that he has unresolved depression due to paralysis.

He didn't have the intention of making an inspirational appearance. He would do what he could do to recover, and what he could coax him to coax. But Song Mingzheng was willing to indulge him, so he felt that it didn't matter whether he was paralyzed or not.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you die or not, you seem to be more afraid than me.

Song Mingzheng turned and went back to the room to get the nail clippers, while He Tingzhao leaned on the recliner, narrowing his eyes lazily.

The weather is fine today and probably tomorrow too.Otherwise, if it is cloudy and rainy, it should be uncomfortable.

Zheng, what are you going to do?

No matter how big the house is, the relationship between the bedroom and the terrace is the front and rear.Song Mingzheng remembered everything about He Tingzhao clearly. He found things very quickly, but he still had to look back after taking two steps.He Tingzhao didn't ring the bell for him when he was so close, and he was not very sure about it. Now that his physical condition is not optimistic, Song Mingzheng always feels that his heart is about to jump out from time to time. Let's compete with He Tingzhao Fall faster.

Song Mingzheng took out the nail clippers and quickly returned to the terrace. He Tingzhao tilted his head and blinked at him.Before Song Mingzheng could speak out, he had to do this to appease him.People have to have long-term tolerance before they know what it means to be gentle with each other.

The loose nursing socks are easy to take off, but the soles of the feet are icy cold.He Tingzhao couldn't feel it, but Song Mingzheng was very distressed.It is impossible for a paralyzed body to have good blood circulation, but those who love him still cannot get used to it.

A pair of paralyzed feet have been well maintained. The heels are completely free of dead skin left by ordinary people walking, but only slightly retracted. When they are laid flat, they cannot always stand on the heels like ordinary people.They are always twisted and tilted to one side, and the insteps are inevitably deformed and arched, but they are much better than most paraplegic patients who have been paraplegic for more than ten years.He Tingzhao can basically wear all styles of shoes. Although the insteps will be swollen, they won't be unable to hang on.Each toe has a tendency to buckle inward, and now Song Mingzheng often helps him move each toe slowly to delay the deformation of the paralyzed feet.

Most of the time Song Mingzheng counted the time to give He Tingzhao repairs. He Tingzhao didn't care, but Song Mingzheng didn't really like the nurse touching his feet, not just feet, he didn't like anyone touching He Tingzhao. anywhere.But it would be extremely unreasonable if he really said this, so he always did these things in private, which can be regarded as alleviating his own possessiveness.

It's just that he's been very busy recently, and he can't get away from being provoked by a little thing he hates.

Song Mingzheng forcibly pulled back his thoughts, He Tingzhao's toe was deformed, it didn't look obvious, but he had to be careful when repairing, otherwise he was more likely to be injured than ordinary people, so he couldn't be distracted, let alone this kind of unpleasant thing that made him think about it thing.

"A Zheng", He Tingzhao was bored, so he inserted a few fruits and ate them leisurely.Song Mingzheng helping him cut his nails is not a rare sight.He has always been pampered by his lover, even before he was injured, the quilt was very cold in winter. As soon as he stretched his legs, Song Mingzheng pulled them into his arms and warmed his feet with his chest. When his nails grew, he would use nail clippers to help him He repaired it, clean and tidy, and he was used to it with ease, "Where are you going tomorrow, take me there?"