Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

"It may take half a month."

"So long." He frowned.

"Well, it's a matter of life and death. I was prepared to go to the manor, but who knew that such a big thing would happen. I called you all the way to the airport, but you didn't answer. In the end, I had no choice but to call you. You sent a text message, by the way, Jiashuo, when did you come back?"

A simple sentence made Chu Jingran's shame and blood fade away. With a trembling voice, he said, "You...you said...you...didn't...see me?"

"No, I'm back home."

Snapped--

The mobile phone in his hand fell weakly on the big bed, and Chu Jingran couldn't hear a word from the voice on the other end of the phone. At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was cold to the bone.

If Ah Zhuo hadn't gone to the manor, then... who was that person yesterday?Who is that Mr. Yuan?Who is that person who is rolling with him in the tide of emotion?

Chu Jingran only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and almost fell off the bed.

"Jia Shuo, Jia Shuo, Jia Shuo, what's wrong with you? Jia Shuo?"

The anxious call interrupted Chu Jingran's thoughts, he picked up the phone with trembling fingertips, and said with difficulty on a pale and bloodless face: "I...I'm fine, I'm...a little tired."

"Then take a rest."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jingran immediately dialed the number of Vera Studio with trembling fingers.

"That person from yesterday? Isn't that your lover? He holds your relevant documents and calls himself Yuan."

The certificate, Chu Jingran trembled in his bones, his certificate was accidentally lost once before, so... is this just a coincidence?

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jingran staggered to the bathroom with weak legs, and immersed himself in the bathtub.

[Sure enough, taking a bath after refreshing is the most comfortable. 】

Glancing at the bluffing face of his host outside, No. 520 said, ha ha.

……

Because of various factors, Chu Jingran returned to China, but compared to the spring breeze and smile on his face when he went back, he was full of worries when he returned.

The home is still the same as before, without the slightest change, but some aspects have not changed in a simple way, such as the undercurrent surging under the smoke of gunpowder.

Seeing the clock approaching the morning, Chu Jingran made a cup of coffee for his lover and delivered it to his desk. When he turned around, he was caught by someone.

"Jia Shuo."

Chu Jingran's footsteps stopped slightly, Yuan Zhuo got up, and habitually hugged him back, but felt the reflexive stiffness of the other person's body in his arms again, as well as the vague resistance.

Yuan Zhuo said apologetically, "I'm sorry... about the wedding."

Since returning from abroad, Yuan Zhuo can clearly feel the other party's resistance to his intimate actions, his kiss, his touch, his approach, and even moved into another bedroom.

The other party's small gesture was like a stone thrown into a lake, which caused ripples in Yuan Zhuo's calm heart.

When he wakes up in the morning, he reflexively hugs people but it is empty, he is used to hugging people, he is familiar with the intoxicating smell from him, but when he is far away, the lips that are avoided when he is tender, make him even want to be tough Gripping the fleeing jaw, he continued.

A perfect chess game, who can [-]% guarantee eternal sanity.

Yuan Zhuo used to think that maybe he could do it, but until this moment, he didn't know that maybe he still couldn't do it.

In just a few months, he got used to Lin Jiashuo's taste, to Lin Jiashuo's docileness, to Lin Jiashuo's shyness and anxiety, and even more to Lin Jiashuo's pure and unreserved.

Last night in the charming dream, this Yan who was fascinated by passion/desire lingered all over his face, he thought, maybe he was really moved.

"It's okay, I don't care."

The usual meekness made Yuan Zhuo's heart slightly calmed down, and he leaned over to kiss the delicious pink lips habitually, but Chu Jingran reflexively avoided him again.

Chu Jingran frowned and evaded reflexively, as if igniting the sensitive nerve that had been suppressed in Yuan Zhuo's heart. His action was faster than rational thinking. He raised his hand to clamp his chin on the side, and kissed it forcefully. .

Different from the usual tenderness, this is a possessive kiss, which firmly imprisons the person in his arms, with a soft tongue that drives straight in, deep and ambiguous.

From the reflexive struggle in the arms to the last coquettish panting, the air in the study room began to be hot and dry. In front of him was the face of a young man who was as delicate as a flower. What was tumbling in his mind was the scene of debauchery in his dream. people's clothes.

The emptiness and hotness in his body churned, and Chu Jingran's mind was in chaos. Just when his rationality was slowly fading under the strength of his lover, he suddenly noticed the palm covering his skin.

The fiery palm poured down like icy water, making all the thoughts in Chu Jingran's mind