private romance

The secret that cannot be spoken, let it sleep forever.

"Use this face to see if you can hook up with ten or eight." Song Mingzheng raised his eyes and looked at He Tingzhao, his thick eyelashes didn't even twitch a few times, and he replied naturally, "Catch it back and change your heart. "

"Then with this face of yours, there are more than ten or eight that can be caught, hahahaha." He Tingzhao didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was funny that Song Mingzheng had a grudge and insisted on returning these words, and smiled against the wind After a few sounds, he began to cough dryly, "cough cough...cough...don't know how many...cough...queue...cough cough..."

"Okay, I'm waiting in line to make you a match." Song Mingzheng was taken aback, and quickly helped him put his feet in order. He didn't even have time to put on the nursing socks, so he came over to give He Tingzhao a pat on the back, "But Don't be so excited, can you hold back? How many breaths of oxygen?"

"It's okay, ahem... okay, it's okay", He Tingzhao smiled, tilted his whole body, and fell into Song Mingzheng's arms, "How long will you be back?"

"I'll be back at night, you little heartless one." Song Mingzheng rubbed his heart for him, and patted him lightly. "When I was in China, how many times did I let you stay at home? When won't you come back?"

"Tsk, I didn't come back ten days ago, ah, I came back, it's past twelve o'clock, and it's the next day." He Tingzhao pursed his lips, but it wasn't that he had to say something to make Song Mingzheng worry, it was just a joke. He has long been able to make jokes about his body at will, and he is not sensitive at all. "It made me run around downstairs. Oh, some people say that they will love you forever and stay with you forever, in fact."

"Actually, I will always love you and be with you forever." Song Mingzheng rolled his eyes, lowered his head and pecked his lover's face again, "It's true that the bigger you get, the more heartless you are. When I was young, the one who pushed me and yelled that Ah Zheng is the best in the world." I don’t know where that little thing went.”

He Tingzhao leaned against his arms, and when the sun came down, Song Mingzheng just covered half of his enthusiasm and cast a small piece of gloom.

At this time, the sky is just right, and everything is gentle.Hearing this, he raised his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.The fragile neck was held up by the generous palms as expected, and He Tingzhao was almost paralyzed, so the perceptual contact made him unable to stop, the haze gradually expanded, and what was in front of him was not black, but a kaleidoscope-like colorful.

He doesn't need to formally ask for a kiss, his lover will understand immediately.

I love you so much, I love you so much.

He Tingzhao's body was too weak, the kiss took quite a long time.Song Mingzheng was extremely gentle and skillful. In his long breaths, he never had that kind of aggressive suppression, but before He Tingzhao was injured, he always liked to do such things. When young people were in each other's mouths, they always loved to be unequivocal. Avoid swearing your own possessiveness.

But it's different now, he has long learned how to find a balance in these things, and slowly soften the tenderness into those details that his lover cannot perceive.

"Ah Zheng..." He Tingzhao closed his eyes halfway, his left leg convulsed at some point, the muscle tensed up and curled up, and then fell to the side of the recliner, twisted and ugly and dragged on the ground, with the soles of his feet facing the sky, revealing a deformed Soft look.Song Mingzheng straightened up and was about to help him get his feet up and set them up, but he had to stop.The inflexible right hand moved up quietly, and the stiff index finger lightly poked the button on his chest.

"What's the matter?" Song Mingzheng asked in a low voice. He could tell from his appearance that He Tingzhao was tired. He was more likely to be sleepy than in the past, but he didn't know if it was temporary or it would take longer to recuperate.His strength has always been much stronger than He Tingzhao's, but no matter what time it was, before or after the injury, He Tingzhao could always stop him easily, and he never broke free at any time.

Some people voluntarily paint a place as a prison, but if you say it is a prison, they have to say it is a palace.

Song Mingzheng supported his upper body with one hand and quietly held He Tingzhao's thigh with the other hand. Maintaining a half-position, he went to pick up the paralyzed foot that fell on the ground, and skillfully put it back into the blanket.

"Sleepy, want to sleep", He Tingzhao's voice obviously lowered, he still maintained a slight smile, which made Song Mingzheng feel weak.He reached into the blanket and touched the diapers on He Tingzhao's lower body.Although He Tingzhao has been ill during this period, and the time for cleaning his body has been adjusted on weekdays, but he felt it and knew that it was time to change it. Song Mingzheng softly coaxed, "Be good, baby, sleep when you are sleepy. carry you back."

"Sleep together", He Tingzhao blinked subconsciously, and almost couldn't hear a few words out of his mouth, "Ah Zheng, how about...together."

"Wait a little longer", Ruifeng's eyes trembled slightly, his heart suddenly felt a pain, and he clung to his lover's side and whispered softly, "Be good, be good, Xiao Zhao rest first, when you recover from illness, I will always be here, don't be afraid to wait. "

He Tingzhao was very tired, he raised his eyelids for the last time, and the flashes in his eyes quickly disappeared, and there was no need to say some words.

Behind him is the bedroom, which saves the need to hug a wheelchair and toss around again.Song Mingzheng held the back of his neck, held the soft and boneless He Tingzhao in his arms and slowly got up, watching his expression carefully.

Song Mingzheng didn't put the cotton slippers on his feet on for He Tingzhao again.Half of the loose-mouth nursing socks fell off when the person was fully lifted, and slowly fell down with the slight shaking of the two paralyzed feet, revealing half of the soft ankles.The entire calf, together with those eye-catching paralyzed feet, hung crookedly on Song Mingzheng's beautiful muscular forearm. The contrast was strong and obvious.

Song Mingzheng carried him back to the bed and put him away. The air conditioner in the room was always on, and the bed control was always on, so it wasn't cold at all.Carefully changed He Tingzhao's diapers, and Song Mingzheng gave him a whole set of massages for his hands and feet.Padding He Tingzhao's paralyzed limbs one by one with soft pillows, he pulled off the oxygen mask, and then gently put it on for He Tingzhao, and everything was over.

He has time to deal with other things.

For Song Mingzheng, the things in this world are only related to He Tingzhao, and have nothing to do with him.Earning money and fighting for territory is not important, if He Tingzhao doesn't need to live a good life, he doesn't care about it, just like he never thought he was willing to fight for anything.

But it seemed that the longer the days passed, the busier he felt, and in the end it was so oppressive that it was hard for him to breathe.

Song Mingzheng unbuttoned it, took off his clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.The behemoth has been erected, and the cold water will rush it, and it will be quiet again soon.

He Tingzhao's meaning is obvious, they haven't lived those night lives for a long time.Song Mingzheng didn't bother to think about how long it was, it must have been more than half a year, ten months?Still more than a year?

This is not normal, they are all still young, especially him, he will always have an impulse towards He Tingzhao.

But no, Xiao Zhao.

How dare I touch you.

Some words are too much to say, and it is meaningless to say more.He started coaxing He Tingzhao, and later reasoned that the work was too tiring, and now there is no need to say a few more words, He Tingzhao is very sensible, as long as he doesn't have that kind of meaning, He Tingzhao will not mention it anymore.

Song Mingzheng knew he cared.

He also knew that rejection made him sad.