private romance

In fact, he didn't use much strength, Song Mingzheng only suffered from the pain.I didn't taste a trace of blood in my mouth, and I knew that the pain would dissipate soon, as if I had never felt it before.

Song Mingzheng also believed that his "I know" came from the heart, but the smack left on his mouth was probably just because he was reluctant to use force.

He Tingzhao leaned in his arms and panted, Song Mingzheng was very careful every time, he was never the kind of partner who made the other party uncomfortable just to express his selfish desires.It's just that this paralyzed body is getting worse every day, and it's really impossible to bear even a kiss that makes He Tingzhao a little excited.

Just to put it bluntly, there are only three or two regrets caused by the body in love, so don't worry about it.

Song Mingzheng licked his lips, the punishment left by He Tingzhao had disappeared, and the two silently looked at each other and laughed together.This smile penetrated the pain after many years, and brought the soul to each other's soft hearts.

The voice of the resident singer outside the house quieted down, and at some point, it hummed a popular folk song in recent years.The description of love in the poem is straightforward. Song Mingzheng has heard of it but never likes it very much. At this time, he can't say it is too good. But with He Tingzhao by his side, he feels vaguely and can feel these straightforward love.

The light was blurred, and there was a warm breath spraying on his neck. Song Mingzheng turned his head and met those half-closed eyes. He Tingzhao bloomed a small lip flower, leaning on his shoulder and said softly, "What are you thinking?" ? Ignore me."

Song Mingzheng glared at him slightly, "Listen to the song", and immediately added, "You are intubated, which makes me unhappy, and I don't want to talk."

He Tingzhao raised his eyebrows, he didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, "This song is not your favorite style of music, you are revenge, and you are not handsome at all."

"If I go out for a walk now, it's impossible for someone to say that I'm not good-looking." Song Mingzheng laughed, his eyes were full of stars, he supported He Tingzhao's neck, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You treat me I'm so relieved..."

"Why don't you worry? I have confidence in myself, and my vision for finding 1 is not so bad." He Tingzhao moved his hands, brought his right hand over with a shrug of his shoulders, then slowly raised it up, and retracted his fingers In the soft and drooping palm, he slowly rubbed Song Mingzheng's waist.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths merged, and they felt hot beside each other and in their arms.

"Are you going to the hotel after it's over?" He Tingzhao frowned, pretending to be provocative, "You said that the money is with me, so I'll treat you."

Song Mingzheng frowned, and answered simply and neatly, "No, it's dirty."

He Tingzhao rolled his eyes faintly, and ignored him.He originally wanted to say that you don't think it's dirty to change my diaper every day, why are there so many things at this time.But the brain is still one step ahead of the mouth, and others can say something, only he can't say it.

He will be sad.

The two of them just gossiped and passed some time.The nurses brought by He Tingzhao are all young girls, who have never been to such a place to relax. From the glass at the door, they can be seen playing and playing, and they have a look of vitality that is not seen in ordinary times.

In fact, He Tingzhao was here to protect him, so he was a little too bold towards Song Mingzheng and the others.As long as you don't touch them head-on, you can still play behind your back.So He Tingzhao said to order wine and swipe his card, and the girls really followed through.

But for Song Mingzheng and He Tingzhao, it wouldn't cost much for a few little girls to drink up the wine, so they left it up to them.It's just that this is not a small expense for a bar, and soon a waiter knocked on the door and came to give them a gift of fruit wine.

The alcohol concentration of fruit wine can be said to be very low, but it is still wine no matter what.Song Mingzheng hugged He Tingzhao, the two looked at each other and smiled, He Tingzhao was only crooked in his arms, his body was limp without any strength, and he kept falling.

Song Mingzheng stretched out his hand to lift him up so that he could rest on his shoulder.He Tingzhao turned his head sideways and bit his collarbone lightly, "Give me a drink."

"Don't drink." Song Mingzheng made a move, and he moved slowly towards the wheelchair, but He Tingzhao was tightly hugged in his arms.It's just that the legs had to move with Song Mingzheng's movements, and the two delicate paralyzed feet were taken off slowly, following Song Mingzheng's movements, they rested on his legs and swayed downwards, and the arched toes rubbed against each other. Song Mingzheng's trouser legs.

Song Mingzheng picked them up quickly, and put them back in like shelving items.He moved to the side of the wheelchair, pulled down the seat cushion, slowly wrapped one hand around He Tingzhao's body and lifted it up a little bit to protect his two disused and deformed paralyzed hands, and the other Put the cushion between his thigh and He Tingzhao's buttocks, so that he can lean on it more stably and comfortably.Wheelchair cushions are anti-decubitus, which is better than sitting directly on yourself.

"Ah Zheng, it's about time."

He Tingzhao's voice sounded like he didn't care.Facing his own affairs, it seems that he can always be peaceful, but his peacefulness describes a certain fact, and always inadvertently shatters Song Mingzheng's world.

This made Song Mingzheng feel that he was crueler than himself.

"You still won't let me do what I want?"

"Now... what time is it?" As soon as he uttered his voice, he felt that his voice was trembling, and it became illusory in the blurred voice of the singer outside, as if it would be broken when asked, and could not reach the ear of the other party at all.

But no.

"What's the matter now?" He repeated, his hands slightly tightened, but the lover in his arms didn't feel the slightest "It's fine now too!"

"It's still a long time."

He Tingzhao was taken aback for a moment, he actually had a bit of misery, but he never expected that Song Mingzheng's reaction was beyond his previous understanding, and he seemed to have the courage to face his illness willingly.

Ah Zheng, you have protected me from many winds and rains, but it is very tiring to hold on all the time.

But what can he say.

Actually no time?I know it's not that long?

He Tingzhao gave up the following words.The only place he could move was his shoulders and neck, so he tried his best to shrink into Song Mingzheng's arms.

The man's shoulders are broad and gentle, with a male fragrance he is familiar with, mixed with a little tobacco that he is not familiar with.

I hope that you can smoke at home if you want to smoke in the future, and you don't have to wrong yourself like this.

But he didn't say anything.The scene fell into Song Mingzheng's eyes, and his frail lover only responded softly.

Maybe it took him a long time to answer.

Song Mingzheng leaned forward a little, and finally took the glass of wine on the table.The bartender didn't know where he came from. The wine was not good-looking, and the lights were flickering and dark, and he was not gentle and romantic at all.

If you like it, then I'll make it tender and romantic.

"Just take a sip."

The man's slender fingers were holding the wine glass, and he wore a pair of rings of the same style on his ring finger.He didn't give the wine to He Tingzhao, but drank it into his own mouth.

Bow your head, the dark night is blurred.Between their lips and teeth, they finally had a charming kiss with a little bit of drunkenness.

Sweet enough, romantic enough, my baby, everything belongs to you forever.

At four o'clock in the morning, the last table of guests finally left here.

The driver had already driven and waited at the door, but it was a little cold in the cold wind just outside the door.

He Tingzhao couldn't hold on and still had only a little consciousness, leaning against his chest all the time dizzy.Song Mingzheng didn't let him sit in the wheelchair anymore, wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him in his arms, and carried him directly into the car.

"A Zheng..."

Song Mingzheng embraced him, and with every gesture, the look in his eyes changed to that of the more familiar third master.

This night is like Nanke Yimeng.

"Don't do bad things..."

He heard his lover whispering beside him, but he could only touch his head soothingly.A light kiss fell on He Tingzhao's forehead, and he looked carefully, the frail young man could no longer open his eyes.

"With you here... I am not afraid of death."