private romance

There are no lights on the shore, so why bother to stay on the shore.

Song Mingzheng hates the feeling that things are beyond his control, as it is now, he really doesn't know what to do.So he suddenly discovered that most of the time what he would do, in fact, only violence can solve those seemingly difficult problems.

But he must not treat He Tingzhao like this, so he was forced to become a passive party.This scene will inevitably appear when they have occasional disputes. He is always in a passive position, but he has never had any dissatisfaction or disputes. What He Tingzhao said is not important. Just let him go.

Song Mingzheng understands the badness of today, He Tingzhao's embarrassment at this moment, and the silence they are going through.

But he still wanted to persuade him.

Xiao Zhao, just listen to me this time.

"Why are you running around?"

Originally, I wanted to cut straight to the point, but this is like him.Song Mingzheng hates being a diplomat who talks nonsense, and always likes to go straight to the point.

But before He Tingzhao could respond, he conceded in the next second.No matter what, Song Mingzheng couldn't use this torture tone to talk to his favorite person. In the past ten years, he hadn't said a word to He Tingzhao, and this almost forced him to feel sad. uncomfortable.

His lover was gentle and gentle, leaning on the hospital bed as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe.Oxygen was on his face, surrounded by medical machines, those beeping sounds fell into Song Mingzheng's ears, almost no different from the countdown before the bomb exploded, making people extremely anxious and uneasy.

Song Mingzheng stood opposite the hospital bed, watching that most of He Tingzhao's body was covered in the quilt, only his hands were laid out, placed stiffly on the cushion.But it looked more like his limbs were wrapped, and he was unable to break free from the shackles. The soft and inwardly facing palm was like a shy flower bud, which was being forced to bloom unnaturally.

What does his Xiao Zhao look like now, the only thing that can be seen is the fist-like hands, and the fingers are tightly clasped together.The right hand just looks a little better, and the left hand and the arm are bent in front of the chest, unable to lift or put it down.

A few cushions were placed behind him so that he could lie down more comfortably.But he didn't look comfortable, Song Mingzheng knew that he would never be comfortable.

"Isn't this being caught?" He Ting Zhao Xuxu pulled his lips, but found it really difficult to laugh, "A Zheng, you can always find me wherever I go."

This opening of the mouth, the voice was still dry and unpleasant, and the few words he spoke were still slightly hoarse. Facing Song Mingzheng's skin that could almost be called stunning, even He Tingzhao's voice didn't match.It's just that the voice is also soft and soft, and it has a little friendship.

"Ah Zheng, come here and sit beside me."

He Tingzhao's words were a little bit of a smile, it didn't look like he had anything on his mind.He shrugged his shoulders, as if he wanted to raise his hand to call Song Mingzheng over, but there was only a slight shaking of his right arm that was almost invisible.He Tingzhao hooked his lips helplessly, and immediately gave up without hesitation.He already understood very well that his body was already at the end of its strength, and he no longer insisted too much.

He has seen it all.

Song Mingzheng stood at the end of the bed, silent.When He Tingzhao saw this, his two disabled hands shook slightly, and his arms were struggling to move out, as if he was struggling to support his body.It's a pity that the effect is not great. Others can tell it is a meaningless tremor at a glance, and it has no effect at all.

He is too good at making decisions.

Casually made Song Mingzheng so distressed that he didn't know what to do. After so many years, He Tingzhao learned to read Song Mingzheng's emotions without learning anything else.He knew how to maximize Song Mingzheng's distress, and how to arouse his weak empathy.It's just that this will make his lover very sad. Song Mingzheng is in a bad mood, so he is reluctant.

Song Mingzheng stepped to the side of the bed in two steps, gently pressed his trembling arm, and then held his deformed palm bent in front of his chest, and sat beside He Tingzhao, gently massaging him.

"Others are not very powerful, you really know how to make me angry." Song Mingzheng sighed, and there was no blame in his words.Gently lifted the quilt up for He Tingzhao, and carefully tucked it in for him.Carefully arrange He Tingzhao's right hand, and carefully pull off the left hand stretched out in front of his chest, massage it carefully for him, and stroke it into a normal shape, although they shrink back into a normal shape immediately after loosening. The deformed chicken claw shape is more or less unobstructed for the blood. "I was on the plane all day, and I didn't even land for half an hour."

"It's because Ah Zheng ignored me that made you angry." Involuntarily, their posture gradually evolved into a familiar half hug.Song Mingzheng sat on most of the head of the bed, threw out the pillows for He Tingzhao to lean on, and threw them all over the floor, acting as human cushions himself, replacing their original function.He Tingzhao was leaning in his arms, surrounded by him with one hand. At this moment, he shook his head mischievously, trying to raise his neck to look at him.

Song Mingzheng used his other hand to support him from the back of his neck, so that his lover could look at him.The old surgical scar was rubbing against his palm, with the warmth of his skin.He Tingzhao can also feel it, they can feel the truth to each other.

Up and down, the pupils meet, resulting in a moment of tranquility.

He Tingzhao blinked and smiled, "Ah Zheng, you are so pretty."

Song Mingzheng let out an almost inaudible hum, which was considered a yes.He couldn't help rubbing his fingers gently on He Tingzhao's face. He didn't go out to see the light all year round. His Xiaozhao's skin was white and soft. In Song Mingzheng's opinion, he was also pretty.

"You look good too."

"Forget it you, I haven't counted what I look like myself?" He Tingzhao laughed a little louder, his breath spewed out waves of white mist, and cyanosis gradually deepened on his lips, these few words The time spent, his tiredness and pain, were all reflected in Song Mingzheng's pupils in subtle ways and with incomparably huge clarity.

Baby, are you in pain?

"I can't...cough cough...cough." He Tingzhao leaned into Song Mingzheng's arms, and seemed to start coughing before finishing a sentence, but his chest and abdomen didn't have any strength at all, and it sounded like a gossamer, which made people feel anxious Feel bad for him.

Song Mingzheng quickly rubbed his chest for him, and was about to transfer He Tingzhao back to the pillow, so he asked the doctor to come in to show him, and move out of his place.

"A Zheng...cough cough, cough...don't go."

He Tingzhao called out to him, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his arm, so he couldn't touch him again, so he could only call him with a weak voice.

It seems that the only thing left to me in this world is the eyes and mouth.

Even though he had been paralyzed ten years ago, it seemed that he had just had a personal experience in the past year.

"I'm going to... be jealous."

He Tingzhao tried his best to raise his head, trying to meet Song Mingzheng's eyes again, as long as he saw his eyes, his Ah Zheng would not be willing to leave.

"Don't want other people's...things, Ah Zheng."

"I don't want other people's things... I will be jealous, you accompany me."