strayed into the world

【A Huge and Endless Hate】

When Qing Che woke up again, everything was safe and sound.

The light rain outside the window did not know how long it had been. The smoky gray sky seemed to be covered with a layer of veil. Although it was not bright, it was full of charm.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream, wet and cold in the dream, but warm outside.The heaviness around his waist came from him beside him, who was still fast asleep. His slightly undulating figure could tell his exhaustion. I don’t know when he fell asleep last night. The wound under the bandage

Is the wound healing, and last night came to an abrupt end... Now that I think about it, the pain in my heart still remains...

Stretching out his hand, he slowly slid across the man's cold and handsome cheek. He had never thought of admiring his sleeping face so closely. He really wanted to kiss him. It was still faintly scented with tobacco, but it held him inadvertently. his soul.From the wings of the nose to the eyebrows, to the corners of the lips, every inch of skin is his dream.He was young throughout his youth.

Suddenly, the hand was held by that big hand, the man still closed his eyes, but he kissed his finger accurately, and the corner of his lips drew a childish outline,

"Don't make trouble, I'm not sure how long I can restrain myself."

As soon as these words came out, he really didn't dare to move.Obediently let him be hugged in his arms, leaning on his shoulder and admiring the man's bearded face in a daze.Which one, the other party is simply a roundworm in his stomach,

"Close your eyes."

This man is terrible, almost omnipotent.He quickly closed his eyes, and then a hot breath hit his eyelashes, and the arms around his waist also strengthened. Seeing him clasped in the opponent's arms,

"Sleep with me for a while."

Well, he answered in his mind.The fingers of the hand held in his palm were intertwined.

This time, he wanted a good dream.

……

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Yousayit'sallinvain,

Isay you backtome...

The ancient ballad is like the mysterious spell spoken by the gypsy girl, branding traces of revenge in his heart...

Countless rainy days like this, the woman's brisk singing is melodious and long... At this time, there seems to be something moving in her arms. Looking down, the boy's eyelids, which were lightly closed, bend into obedient arcs, and the slender eyelashes flutter up and down with his breath. Like two lupines.restless sleep

Wen, frowning slightly, lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, wondering if he could comfort the disturbed person.

The clock on the wall showed that they had slept for most of the day. Quan Ce made sure that the person beside him was asleep before getting out of bed cautiously. In the morning, he was still suffering from a low fever, so he stayed with him until the fever subsided before going to sleep, but was caught by the child again. almost flirtatious

A long-suppressed desire.Come to think of it, it was my one-year birthday.

After turning his head back a little, he picked up his bathrobe and walked into the bathroom.

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When he came out, the child had already woken up, sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms, dazed as if he had lost his soul.

"Qingche, what's wrong?"

Hearing the sound, his eyes were loose, as if panicked and a little dazed, looking at Quan Ce, the liquid was shaking in his eye sockets and he refused to fall, he bit his lip and remained silent.

Quan Ce thought that he probably woke up and couldn't see himself, so he started thinking wildly here, sighed, and sat down by the bed, when will his heartache stop.

Whirling her cheeks, "Is there any discomfort? Are you dizzy?"

However, the brown head began to shake again, like a rattle.The childish voice was a little hoarse, "Wound, don't touch the water..."

An understated greeting was better than the sweetest honeyed words he had ever heard.Quan Ce couldn't tell whether his heart hurt more or his heart beat more, so he opened his arms to him, "Come—"

At this moment, he just wanted to let the baby curl up in his arms, and Quan Ce sighed, wrapping his arms around that small body.His person is still so fragile...so sensitive, easy to get hurt, trembling, cautious...but it also makes him want to love him, protect him, and pamper him without limit.Don't see him like this submissive again, want to pamper him to be lawless, and restore his original temperament... But, it seems, there is still a distance... He has been tortured by him for three years, and it made it worse before. His wounds... so severe that they cannot be repaired...

Is he doing this on his own accord?

But it's okay...he's not in a hurry, he can wait...

He has plenty of time, treat him well...

Love what he loves, hate what he hates.

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In the next hour, Quan Ce took advantage of the child's bath time and went out to have someone prepare meals. After sleeping for a long time, the child must be hungry.That stomach can't stand the slightest toss.

Thinking of the child's situation last night, he still called Xu Chi.The subordinate whispered in his ear,

"Muhyuk's call is already the third."

Quan Ce took advantage of the break to smoke on the balcony. Hearing this, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he waved his finger, "Tell him, see you at Lan Ye at eight o'clock the night after tomorrow."

The subordinate took the order, saluted respectfully and was about to retreat, but was stopped by Quan Ce,

"Go get me that..."

"Yes, sir."

Yuluo's subordinate turned around and left. Quan Ce looked at the time and took two puffs of cigarettes. This position happened to be the air outlet, so he was afraid of leaving the smell of smoke.

It's just that the cold wind is piercing, it really is self-inflicted, and it's like a sugarcane.

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When Quan Ce stepped into the room, Qing Che was already obediently sitting on the big bed with the quilt in his arms, staring at a place in a daze, his wet hair was still dripping with water, exuding a faint lemon fragrance.

Sighing, she took the towel and walked towards him.The lips are rosy and plump due to the steam.Delicate and charming.Quan Ce covered his head with a towel, and leaned over in this position to cover the lips that tempted him.Due to the damned rapid upwelling heat after that, Quan Ce just pecked like a superficial peck before retreating away.

"What are you thinking? So serious."

Qing Che was brought back to his senses by Quan Ce's sudden kiss, and looked at Quan Ce with blushing cheeks, his dark eyes were a little dazed and innocent, as if he had never known her before, and they were filled with joy in an instant.Even the faint tingling appeared in the corner of her eyes,

"Policy……"

He met his four eyes, and there was his own image in the clear and pure black eyes, and he smiled at him, just like Bambi.

"Policy."

... Then when he saw the white thing that looked like a fishing net on the man's neck, he opened his mouth from ear to ear. No one else in this world knew what it was except him.That was the gift he was going to give him, the scarf that he had spent a whole week weaving day and night...it was a miracle!He thought he'd lost it, and was so annoyed that he thought he'd never see this half-hole scarf again... oh my god!It's actually on Quan Ce's neck now...it's unbelievable, isn't it?He couldn't help being so excited that he wanted to confirm this miracle, and he couldn't wait to forget his still aching body.

"Ce, that's... that's... ah~!" His body just moved a little bit, his arms were shaking so badly that he didn't even have the strength to support his body, and he was about to fall again, when a pair of big hands reached into his armpits. Let him fall safely into that person's arms.Hearing his domineering but unable to conceal concern voice sounding above his head,

"Fool!"

Qing Che didn't answer Quan Ce's words, as if she didn't hear her, she stroked the pure white soft scarf with her fingers... The murmured words in her mouth were more like a nightmare, "This is... it's mine, I want to give it to you. your……"

He held that hand, but didn't stop him, and let him obediently, Quan Ce looked at the person in his arms who only pampered and pampered him, "Yes, it's a gift you want to give me."

"I thought it wasn't there. I thought I lost it..."

"But it's on my neck now."

"It's incredible..."

"Does it look good?"

"Well, it looks good. It looks good." Qing Che felt that he was worthless and wanted to cry again.Quan Ce must not know how important this moment is to him.He had never been so satisfied, the satisfaction he gave him... It seemed that all the suffering he had suffered in the past three years didn't matter, really didn't matter at all.

In the past, he just wished that he would stop torturing him and humiliating him, and he was satisfied. He never thought that he would be treated like this today... pampered like a treasure... like a dream... no... not even a dream So sweet and warm...

He has asked for nothing more, never...

"Why are you crying again?"

"..."

"Qingche?" His baby was crying so much.I knew before that he was a crybaby.It's just that in the past three years, those who have been forced by me have always suppressed and forbeared in front of him. Seeing the wet eye sockets and the liquid rolling in the corners of his eyes countless times, he was so stubborn that he refused to let it fall.In fact, he knew that he always secretly shed tears alone.He's a crybaby.

"Stop crying. Do you still want to cry and dirty my scarf? I finally got it." He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the face covered with tears, and kissed the slightly parted lips again and again...

"So, stop crying..."

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