private romance

"Oh, let him go home." He Tingzhao's voice was dry, as if he had been burned by a fire, but he went in with a gentleness, and Song Mingzheng felt that every sentence was touching, "Why do you always bring it back?" ? Do you still want to keep him?"

"There must be a price to pay." Song Mingzheng smiled, speaking lightly, without looking serious.Massage He Tingzhao's whole body, wait until his soft body is warm, and then lean over to help him adjust his posture, holding his cervical spine and hugging him down, "Sleepy? Want to sleep?"

"I've been lying down for a whole day, and I'm not sleepy." He raised his milky white wrist and put it on Song Mingzheng's waist, gently rubbing it insensitively.That swipe on Song Mingzheng's waist was infinitely magnified, making the hairs on half of his body stand on end, "I want to hug."

So the hand on the waist was lifted up, the scenery in front of him was turned at an angle, and the whole person was quickly and steadily transferred to that warm and familiar embrace, the fast He Tingzhao even became dizzy Before I had time, I fell into sweetness again.

Song Mingzheng gave him a few minutes of silence with each other to adjust his breathing. He was used to holding the gun but also used to take care of him. Massage the left chest in circles, and gradually expand the range to help him soothe him. "Is it better? "

"Well...it's okay." He Tingzhao involuntarily let out a comfortable breath, his head naturally rested on Song Mingzheng's shoulder, and his eyelashes brushed against his lover's neck in the blink of an eye, "The price will be far away, You were the one who provoked people first."

"Why is the elbow still turning outward?" Song Mingzheng said with a little smile, and slowly leaned back so that He Tingzhao could lie in his arms more comfortably, and gently massaged the old injury on his cervical spine. , I’m not enough to be eaten alive, and I provoke too much.”

"You don't talk so much." He Tingzhao raised his eyes and glanced over, and there was a bit of complaint in his soft tone, "I found out that you are going to confront me now, and you never retaliated before... Oh, anyway, you are not allowed to talk That's it."

"Hmph." Song Mingzheng chuckled, and felt that his lover's kitten-like appearance was so cute, and he wished he could put it in his heart and kiss him again.That bit of resentment was completely absorbed, and it was forgotten in a blink of an eye.He lowered his head and kissed He Tingzhao's forehead, took the water glass on the table, and pressed down the straw to feed him.He Tingzhao was half lying down, and his swallowing ability was not very good, but he was afraid of choking and drinking slowly, so Song Mingzheng patiently held it all the time, making He Tingzhao feel convenient. Like this. In fact, I have never understood... hey, drink slowly... talk after drinking, don't choke until you are obedient."

He Tingzhao threatened him lightly with his eyes, and made a gesture to speak, which really worked. Song Mingzheng subdued immediately, holding his neck and coaxing him to drink the water slowly.Then he slowly hugged him tightly in his arms, supported his thin back, and slowly changed He Tingzhao's position to lie down, with two white and tender paralyzed feet resting on Song Mingzheng's own lap, rubbing against his soft heels His ankles were fragrant and soft, and Song Mingzheng felt as if he was covered by a huge cotton candy, "Hey, I was so coaxed by you that I forgot when I was talking, and you still feed me at night." So much water, what should I do if it leaks?"

Complaining in a low voice is not as hypocritical as most paralyzed patients, and the tone is more like a joke, just waiting for his lover to say that he is willing to take care of him.

"I missed changing it." Song Mingzheng continued without hesitation, and began to naturally hold the two curled up soft hands and slowly stretch them, carefully pushing them up, afraid that He Tingzhao would feel pain when stretching his fingers, so he didn't dare to do anything Forcefully, "Tell me how many times I let you miss it?"

"But Ah Zheng has to get up more often at night..." He Tingzhao whispered, obediently turned his face to the side and took the initiative to send sweet, soft lips that were ready to leave, and continued to rest his head on Song Mingzheng. She rubbed her shoulder coquettishly, "What did you want to ask just now?"

"It's okay." Song Mingzheng paused for half a second, not intending to continue the topic just now.His palm was already very hot, so he slowly moved it to the lower part of He Tingzhao's abdomen and rubbed it, thinking that he could change a diaper before going to bed after a while, "Forget it."

"It's not about being unhappy, how can you forget it?" He Tingzhao slowly raised his right hand that was not put down by Song Mingzheng's massage. It was a little difficult, but he didn't plan to lift it so high that his lover was strong and strong. The strong abdominal muscles fell weakly, and the index finger that was always stiff poked the muscles lightly, "Let me guess."

Song Mingzheng became silent again, obviously not wanting to continue the topic just now.But if He Tingzhao wanted to say, he wouldn't be able to stop him, let him say it, the atmosphere didn't cool down much, and he lowered his head and kissed He Tingzhao's face, which was a sign that he didn't dislike him continuing.

"A Zheng, do you want to ask me...why do you object?" He Tingzhao thought about it for a while, but it was easy to guess, he could see his happiness and anger from Song Mingzheng's expressionless face, He Tingzhao thinks that he knows him best among the living people in this world, but the more he understands, the more cautious he is, so he has to think carefully before speaking.

His Ah Zheng is actually a person who gets sad easily.

In the face of matters related to oneself.

Song Mingzheng responded silently, which is not too surprising a guess.

"It's not about refusing, how should I put it?" He Tingzhao's tone was gentle, as if explaining to a child. He was as lucky as he is now, to be able to lie in Song Mingzheng's arms, listen to his heartbeat, feel His breathing, so you can understand his emotions, and then you can do a little bit of your own things, and you can comfort him like this at this moment, and give each other a little more peace of mind. "I know you have worked hard... very hard for my body."

"I didn't say anything about jealousy. You know all of this, so I won't say anything."

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhao." The words were too fast and too much, He Tingzhao was a little out of breath, and the two curled paralyzed hands trembled slightly on his weak white wrists.Song Mingzheng freed his hand to get him an oxygen bottle from the side and inhaled twice, slowly waiting for him to recover.He didn't express much emotion, he just waited for He Tingzhao to say it himself.The weight of the hand is a little heavy, and the massage has an effect.Song Mingzheng originally wanted to remove the man from his shoulders and put him on the bedside to change his diapers, but after thinking about it, he decided to wait a bit, and when he finished what he wanted to say, He Tingzhao thought he was upset, "I will listen."

In fact, he, too, probably knows the answer.

It's just that maybe speaking from his lover's mouth, he might really feel better.

"A Zheng, in fact, if it was a donation, I wouldn't agree." Song Mingzheng raised his pale and weak face slowly, and Song Mingzheng helped his neck. Afraid of getting hurt, he lowered his head and met his eyes. Seeing "I don't have some kind of Madonna disease, I can do anything for you. You don't want me to die...I know."

Objectively speaking, in fact, he doesn't think He Tingzhao has such a good-looking face, even if he has a gentle face, there are always many people who are more gentle and beautiful than him.After being tortured by illness for too long, if you look closely, you can see that there are slight fine lines at the corners of his eyes in the past two years.

Obviously didn't make him cry.

Or just, never cried in front of my face.

Man is always a visual animal, but his lover's eyes are shining brightly, hiding countless treasures of temptation.

It is said that he has no youthful spirit, but Song Mingzheng thinks it is.

He is brighter than a teenager.

"You know what I'm going to say?"

He Tingzhao blinked and smiled at him, and their breaths were also sprayed together, exuding a gentle lingering in the air.

"Ah."

Song Mingzheng tried very hard to respond to him, but he seemed unable to control his expression.I don't know if the raised lips can tell his lover that he understands, and it's not just perfunctory.

"Look at you, it looks like you're about to cry." He Tingzhao let out a long breath, and tried to shrug his shoulders above the perception plane. Hug.Afraid that He Tingzhao would not be able to support his neck, he put half of his body back on the bed to lean against, and put a neck pillow for him behind his neck, giving him a barely level eye view.The pair of loosely slender legs swayed slightly with the movement, and soon returned to calm.A pair of arched insteps facing the sky, facing apart, a deformed capital bracket, still lying sideways on the long soft pillow.Their owner seems to be used to it, and doesn't care what state they are in. His lover won't find it ugly and embarrassing, so for him, this body won't do him any harm.

Always happy.

In the past ten years, whenever he was sad about his health, he would see Song Mingzheng by his side.

He is so stunning, so good, so gentle, so perfect.

Why isn't it worth it to exchange his leg for Song Mingzheng?

It's not that he is by my side in exchange, but that he can be fine with a complete person.

What is the return of love?He Tingzhao didn't know if he had been with Song Mingzheng for too long, and some of his views were also assimilated by his influence.At least before getting together, he really never thought that he would be willing to pay like this for someone without asking for anything in return.

But love doesn't ask for anything in return, he still stubbornly believes that he doesn't ask for anything in return.Even though Song Mingzheng gave him tenderness and care for so many years, he also gave him all the love.

That's because he was lucky enough, so he didn't feel bitter at all.

I give you a heart and tell you to hurt as you please.But you put it away and gave me your heart.

Thank you and I love you.

"Ah Zheng knows it, what's so sad about it?"

Song Mingzheng looked at He Tingzhao leaning on the bedside and smiling, gentle and gentle, as if they were talking about trivial matters.

But he himself is really sad. You don't know how long the sadness has been stored up, but it always bursts out in a moment, and gathers into the sea head-on.

I really want to be strong, but I can't bear you.

I can't bear it.

Song Mingzheng's tears basically fell when he didn't feel it, and most of the time he would control these negative emotions in front of He Tingzhao, and occasionally when he couldn't control it, it was already the result of extremely hard work.

This time he shed tears voluntarily.

As a result of habit, he no longer cries unscrupulously. This way of expression has been stopped under the training of family law when he was young.So it turned into silent tears at this moment, but the tears seemed to overflow and finally fill up the bottle, and there was no way to stop it for a moment.

He looked at He Tingzhao, there was probably a bit of complaint in his eyes, but he couldn't say the complaint.

You make me so sad, but because you love me.

"Don't be sad." He Tingzhao didn't panic, he was actually quite tired, but he couldn't help but say he wanted to sleep now.I had no choice but to bite my lower lip to wake up, and I could hold on for a while longer.Because he felt that it was better for Song Mingzheng to cry now than to cry later when he didn't know when he died.They are always stubborn in their bones, and at that time, I have no way to comfort him, "Don't be sad... Ah Zheng, I'm just, I'm sorry... I'm so self-willed."

If it were you, I'd probably do pretty much the same crazy thing.

But I can't help it, love you in my body with someone else's heart.

In fact, human beings are not clear which part of the body controls thinking.Even if the possibility is small, or not, I don't want to assume anything.

I love you so much.

"I love you so much."

The voice fell softly into Song Mingzheng's ears, and it was also choked and hoarse.

Jingying cherishes and cherishes each other in the two pairs of eyes that are looking at each other.

In the next second, Song Mingzheng moved closer, and his hot lips covered He Tingzhao's eyes, and then slowly moved down, emotionally in tears.

"What are you drawing?"

With a trembling voice, he finally responded hoarsely, "Xiao Zhao, it's not worth it."

"Where is it not worth it?" He Tingzhao kissed back lightly, giving him tenderness in the scorching heat, "Ah Zheng, it's worth it because of you."

It's not that I'm doing this for you for the first time, something you don't think is worth it.

"What's more...if it's that little boy's heart." He Tingzhao blinked his eyes, his face was also wet with tears, but at this moment he didn't know who it belonged to.He smiled mischievously, as if a little unconvinced, "I'm not happy, I'm going to be jealous. Ah Zheng loves me so much, I will love his heart in the future... I can't be unhappy if you love me, it's too much for him .”

With their foreheads touching, Song Mingzheng hugged his back, gently hugged him into his arms, and slowly tightened his arms.

"I love you so much...Song Mingzheng. Before I was injured, I was too young, alas, I still have to save face with you...I always feel embarrassed to say it, but now I feel that it is a loss. You have not listened to me for a few years. You have given me a lot. A sense of security, I don’t feel insecure at all because of… um, because of paralysis, or ah… or because I just don’t feel it.”

"But I seem... I don't seem to give it to you. Ah Zheng, you are so tired because of me... I'm really sorry."

"But I love you too." His voice was not loud, just meowing like a milk cat.At the back, he was already out of strength, lying on Song Mingzheng's shoulders, intermittently quieter than the wind outside the house, but they all fell into Song Mingzheng's heart, which hurt and made him sweet.

"Thank you for being in love with me, for marrying me, for being so kind to me all these years...for helping me find a transplant, and for always loving me."

"You know, I never regret it."

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