strayed into the world

As the night deepened, the ticking clock on the wall reminded the people in the room that it was four o'clock.

The weak wall lamp illuminated the couple cuddling each other on the bed. The small body was wrapped in a quilt and leaned against the thin but solid man behind him. Some messy hair shone brightly under the candlelight. But the soft coffee color is so charming.

The blue-printed white magnetic spoon was scooped up from the bowl, and carefully touched Qing Qing's lower lip. The deep magnetic voice coaxed out the command: "Drink some more..."

But then, disregarding the weak resistance of the person in his arms, Quan Ce turned his wrist, and easily poured half a spoonful of the soup into his slightly parted lips.

It was only earlier that I realized that he was suffering from a stomachache, because he hadn’t eaten and was catching a cold... I knew what kind of pain and torture he was enduring at that time, and he...wouldn’t have said that...with his index finger, he tried to remove the residue left on his lips. There were traces of soup on the side, and that little face was still so pale that there was no blood in it.Just now he passed out several times in his arms, his lips were bitten, but fortunately, he seemed to be better now, he could drink some soup, and his cold body warmed up.

Such a stomach, if you don't eat, I'm afraid it will really break down, so he will force him to drink when he is better, whether he wants to or not.

"... that's enough... that's enough..." Before he could say the full words, his opened lips were immediately fed another mouthful. Qing Che had to swallow it, but the soup that suddenly poured in choked his throat, making him choke. He coughed in embarrassment.

The hand that was pressing on his stomach moved to his back, patted lightly, and breathed.His stomach was still aching, but it was much better than the painful pain before, and the feeling of gradually recovering made him aware of his situation - at this moment, he was leaning on his arms and being gently caressed by him... that seemed Hands with magic power slowly rubbed his stomach, the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact made him feel hot all over and tremble uncontrollably.

Why... are you so nice to him?The previous humiliation was still in his mind, he remembered how those beautiful thin lips could easily spit out cruel and hurtful words, he remembered the cold eyes of contempt and sarcasm in those black eyes that fascinated him, which made him and his blood freeze... ...However, at this moment, he is still trapped in his pitifully brief tenderness.He clearly told himself that it was just a trick he always played, and it was just a charity after his cruelty.But even so, the hot soup fed by his own hands warmed his tormented stomach, and could still move him...the gentle caress at all, and...the still strong tone, still Can make him nostalgic...

He had long lost his dignity in front of him, but he never expected that he would lose it so completely...

The damp moisture on the face accumulated more and more, slipped down and dripped onto the snow-white pillow.

He didn't dare to raise his head... he didn't dare to let him see that he was still greedy for his tenderness at this moment, and still so despicably wanting more care from him...

"...Does it still hurt..."

His voice came from above his head, and it sounded so good that it shook his cold body deeply as if by magic.

Shaking his head, he was a little flustered, "No...it doesn't hurt anymore...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Although he lowered his head and his voice was hoarse like a broken wind chime, Quan Ce could still guess his expression at the moment, the large and large crystal water lotus bloomed on his white sleeve... Are you crying?The weak moans couldn't hide the sobs, and the body curled up in his arms twitched slightly, shaking his heart achingly...

"Don't cry!" He couldn't help but growled and cursed, his body was too weak, and crying at this moment had already consumed too much energy, and the vibration of sobbing would also trigger the stomach that had tortured him to death before, With his current body, he can no longer bear any pain...

"Shit!" Picking up that pale little face, Quan Ce tried to wipe off the unsightly liquid with his fingers, but he couldn't wipe it off, the damned coldness almost made his fingers tremble.

In desperation, he weakly surrendered, lowered his head and kissed away the tears that would not stop no matter what, without leaving any, and gently licked and wiped, the salty and bitter liquid poured into his mouth instantly, and then mixed with himself I swallowed my saliva into my stomach... I didn't even have the expected disgusting nausea.

Regarding this sudden intimacy, Qing Che stared blankly with red eyes and lost focus for a moment... What's wrong with him... Is he kissing him? ...He doesn't hate touching him so much why he wants to kiss him again now...His trembling hands timidly and carefully grab his clothes...don't let go...I really want to never let go...

The previous impulse and panic have disappeared, and the appeasement out of urgency has turned into a reluctant nostalgia. I kissed the cold liquid but never wanted to stop. I was nostalgic for the smooth skin and couldn't help but want to kiss it. The impulse... no... came to an abrupt end, Quan Ce realized his absurd thoughts at the moment, and stopped that hateful action...

"Don't..." He hurriedly grabbed the pair of powerful arms that were about to retreat, leaned on them presumptuously, don't go... Please... just stay for a while... just a while... don't go...

Frowning to see that wayward man hugging his arm and refusing to let go, Quan Ce trembled in his heart, as if something was broken and flowed out, penetrating into the deepest part of his body bit by bit... …

Reaching out to lightly touch the grievance and twisting eyebrows, caressing...the closed eyes are soaked with water, and the place where he was kissed before seems to still have residual warmth on his lips...the girl who was still struggling slightly just now The man calmed down, and the hands holding his arms were also sliding down...

A huge fear suddenly rose in his heart, he lifted his limp body, rubbed him into his arms again, and never let go of his hand...

He didn't know how long this kind of action lasted. He only felt that the person in his arms seemed to have a little warmth from being covered by him, and the tightly frowned eyebrows gradually flattened out. The gauze-wrapped Hands gently retracted in front of the chest... At this moment... the first ray of light appeared on the horizon, struggling to break through the darkness of the night...