Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

"What's the matter? Can you say something? I've been calling you for a long time!"

Liu Qingqing was still speechless, trembling for a long time, then screamed suddenly, and ran away rolling and crawling.

Xin Tang: "..."

Xin Tang slapped the table hard, and went back to the room with a full stomach.

Before seeing his face, he decided not to go anywhere, so as not to scare others.

The lunch was also brought over by the nurse, but she still had the expression of seeing a ghost, as soon as the things were put down, she wanted to grow two legs and run away, which made Xin Tang feel disgusted.

After not having much lunch, Xin Tang dragged the sofa to the window, hugged the quilt on the sofa and watched the snow.

After lying down for a long time, it was inevitable that he would feel a little groggy. Xin Tang breathed out towards the glass, and a white mist immediately formed on it. He slowly drew a question mark, and touched his face again worriedly, still No answer was found.

As the sky was getting dark, Ying Huan came back with dinner.

"Honey, get up and eat." Ying Huan gently woke Xin Tang up.

Xin Tang lay in bed all afternoon, his mind froze, and when he opened his eyes, he was still dazed and stared, his eyes were filled with a thin layer of water mist.

Ying Huan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and in an instant, the unbearable itch spread from the apex of his heart to his limbs.

How long had it been since he had seen Xin Tang look so defenseless?

For a moment, those dark desires couldn't be suppressed, like boiling magma, Gululu broke through the confinement with bubbles.

Ying Huan leaned over to kiss Xin Tang's eyes, and gradually moved down, leaving behind a series of dry kisses.

Until his lips were bitten, Xin Tang finally regained his consciousness completely.

"Well, you're back..."

"Well, I'm back."

Ying Huan's movements are still going on, this kind of light kiss that can be parted at the touch of a touch can't extinguish the desire | fire in his heart, but it becomes more and more unbearable. He kisses Xintang's cheek and the corner of his lips lightly, much stronger than before , like the confirmation before a wild beast completely bites the neck of its prey.

Sensing the danger, Xin Tang's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to hide, so he asked Ying Huan in this posture: "I have a question for you."

"En." Ying Huan answered absently, and when she kissed Xin Tang's ear, she bit it with her teeth and rubbed it lightly.

Xin Tang turned his head, "Don't, don't bite."

"do not like?"

Ying Huan's lips were still pressed against his ears, and as soon as he spoke, hot air penetrated along the pinnae, numb and then on his head, Xin Tang couldn't help shivering.

Ying Huan chuckled, "So you're being shy?"

As for being shy, it's called shyness when a person is shy, and it's shameful when he gets punctured.

Xin Tang blushed from face to neck, trying hard to stare at Ying Huan, trying to look as if she wasn't shy, but in Ying Huan's eyes, she turned into a coquettish without deterrence, like a piece of meat just out of the cage The steaming hot cake made him just want to swallow it in one bite, to see how soft and sweet he can be.

Ying Huan's voice became lower and hoarse: "Are you shy? We are husband and wife, so we should practice more."

How much do you practice? !

For the sake of his own health, Xin Tang bit the bullet and said the words of refusal: "I think, I have amnesia now, this kind of thing can be done slowly."

"I'm already slow."

Xin Tang: "!?" He just woke up yesterday, and he has kissed back and forth no less than three times, is it slow?

Ying Huan seemed to see his surprise, touched Xin Tang's lips and said softly, "If you didn't lose your memory, I would have fucked you last night."

Contrary to his gentle voice, the movements of Ying Huan's subordinates were very rough, which made Xintang's lips hurt.

Xin Tang was in pain and horror, and retorted in a low voice: "But now I have lost my memory..."

Ying Huan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Not satisfied? Then I can follow my rhythm, maybe I can help you remember quickly."

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, Xin Tang quickly compromised: "It's fine now, let's leave it at that!"

Ying Huan finally withdrew her hand and kissed Xin Tang's red and swollen lips soothingly, "Get up and eat, or should I bring it for you to eat here?"

"I'm up."

As soon as Xin Tang lifted the quilt, Ying Huan had already taken a coat and covered him tightly.

There is one thing to say, if Ying Huan's temper can be stabilized, he will still be very excited.

Ying Huan laid out the food one by one, still steaming.

Xin Tang, the little waste, sat upright and was waiting for free food. After a while, he remembered the question he wanted to ask before: "By the way, is my face disfigured?"

"No."

"Then why is there no mirror in the bathroom?"

"I don't like looking in the mirror."

"Huh? Why?"

Xin Tang expressed his incomprehension. In his eyes, Ying Huan's face was a peerless beauty. He didn't dare to look at it carefully, for fear of being enchanted. If he had such a face, he would definitely want to look in the mirror every day. Self-admiration.

Ying Huan put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and then looked at Xin Tang. He was obviously smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making it hard to tell whether he was joking or not.

"You let me|fuck you once and I'll tell you."

Xin Tang: "..."

Ying Huan added slowly: "Only tonight, don't wait when it's over."

Xin Tang didn't think about doing it at all, but subconsciously refuted this unreliable statement: "This is a hospital."

"My car is downstairs."

Xin Tang blushed, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I've done everything, why don't you tell me?"

Have you ever done it? !

Xin Tang was about to suffocate.

Ying Huan took out her phone, tapped it a few times, and handed it to Xin Tang, "Want to see it?"

Xin Tang didn't react at first, when he saw the phone being handed over, he subconsciously looked down, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

He quickly looked away, feeling ashamed and hot, restless.

The instigator, Ying Huan, licked his lips: "Don't take another look? Did you see clearly?"

"Who wants to see this kind of thing clearly!"

Although he said so, in fact, Xin Tang not only saw it clearly, but also couldn't forget it.

Pausing for a moment, knowing that there was no hope, Xin Tang still asked in a low voice: "Can you, delete it."

"No." Ying Huan admired the photo as if no one else was there, with a serious ascetic temperament in his eyes, but what he said made Xin Tang want to lose his memory on the spot: "If you don't give me a fuck, I can only look at the photo and type."

"You, you," Xin Tang couldn't help but curse out, "Shameless."

"What's the use of face, are you going to fuck me?"

"Can you stop saying that word anytime?"

"Which word? Fuck?" Ying Huan raised the corners of her lips, "I won't say it anymore, can you do that?"

Xin Tang: "..." Why not just say fuck it!

Xin Tang was completely numb, picked up the rice and shoveled it into his mouth, as long as he didn't speak, the flirtatious words would not be able to catch up with him.

After eating, Xin Tang finally calmed down.

Ying Huan thoughtfully handed over a cup of hot water.

Xin Tang was sipping water, Ying Huan propped his face, and asked with a smile: "Have you considered it? Will you give it to that?"

Xin Tang almost spit out a mouthful of water, "Ahem, cough, no!"

Ying Huan clicked his tongue regretfully, and finally let go of this topic.

After such a commotion, Xin Tang could no longer sleep with Ying Huan in his arms. At night, while Ying Huan was washing, he hugged the quilt and lay on the sofa.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came, and Xin Tang hurriedly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The footsteps were getting closer, and he could feel that Ying Huan finally stopped by the sofa.

"Asleep?" Ying Huan's magnetic voice came, followed by a pair of warm hands falling on his face.

That hand first brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, followed the arch of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and touched his lips.

"Well, she's even cuter when she's asleep."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Huan clamped his chin with the other hand, and the moment Xin Tang opened his mouth in pain, the fingers on his lips slid in, messing with him wantonly.

Xin Tang couldn't pretend anymore, opened his eyes pretending to be woken up, and tried to push Ying Huan's troubled hands out with his tongue.

Ying Huan suppressed the restless desire, slowly retracted her fingers, and asked, "Why don't you go to bed?"

Xin Tang's mouth was full of the saliva he secreted just now, neither swallowed it nor spit it out, he struggled and didn't speak.

Ying Huan asked again: "Huh? Why don't you go to bed? Are you afraid of me?"

Xin Tang still decided to spit it out, but just as he stood up, seeing Ying Huan's half-smile look in his eyes, he swallowed it back in a very spineless gulp.

"No..." Xin Tang replied while watching his words, "The main reason is that the hospital beds are a bit small."

"This is called small? Is the back seat small?"

Xin Tang really wanted to pretend he didn't understand, but his dull brain reacted extremely quickly at this moment.

The desire to survive made him answer decisively: "You say that, it seems that it is really not small."

After arguing for a long time, they finally squeezed into the small bed with Ying Huan.

Probably because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Xin Tang had a very chaotic dream.

In the beginning, he was walking alone in the ice and snow, he was so cold that he lost consciousness, his hands and feet were numb and swollen, like a piece of ice that was swelled by the cold, but when he stepped on the ground, he felt a sense of nothingness that did not fall into place .

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly appeared in a car, and his body gradually recovered.

But there was a frantic and depressing voice in my ear: "Tangtang, baby..."

"It hurts..." He yelled hoarsely.

"Cry a little louder and it won't hurt."