Stranger Bixiao

Shen Bixiao fell asleep crying, looking at the sleeping person on the monitor, and sobbing from time to time, Jiang He turned off the monitor, and quietly came to Shen Bixiao's room, holding a dim flashlight in his hand, Carefully came to the bed, and gently put Shen Bi Xiaoliang's hands outside into the quilt.

His breathing was even and smooth. His originally fragmented hair was now behind his ears, and his originally beautiful face looked even more delicate at this moment. He just touched Shen Bixiao's cold fingertips. bigger.

Perhaps Shen Bixiao didn't know how long he had been in this room, but Jiang He knew that it had been 5 months, a full 5 months.

He was enduring suffering all the time, and seeing him in pain made him feel better. Seeing him crying and calling his name, he really wanted to run over immediately, hold him in his arms, and tell him loudly: "I am here. , I'm here." But he couldn't, he could only watch him fall asleep crying.

Jiang He sat on Shen Bixiao's bedside for several hours. He kept looking at Shen Bixiao with the faint light, no matter how good he looked, how much he liked it.

Before leaving, he placed a deep kiss on the corner of Shen Bixiao's mouth.

With reluctance, he left cruelly.

Every time Jiang He came, he waited longer than before. Shen Bixiao had never looked forward to someone so much. He wanted to see Jiang He, and he missed the faint smell of tobacco in Jiang He.

In Shen Bixiao's heart, he knew very well why he was like this. When there is nectar in a long drought, rivers and rivers are just sporadic nectar. Shen Bixiao looked forward and hoped, waited and waited.

Jiang He has changed his strategy recently, and he can clearly feel Shen Bixiao's change and growing dependence on him.

Jiang He came to Shen Bixiao's room again that night. Shen Bixiao didn't get up from the bed to greet him like in the past. He lay motionless under the quilt, his two round eyes set off by the white quilt. It looks even darker.

His eyes seemed to be complaining and sad. He hid himself under the blanket, hiding in the only place that could bring him warmth, and it could resist the invasion of demons and ghosts.As long as he hides his ears in the quilt, he will not be able to hear any horrible sounds, as long as he breaks his knees with his hands and curls himself up tightly, he will not be afraid.

His eyes were like those of a frightened little beast, he was terrified and did not dare to move an inch, he looked at Jiang He standing not far away with resentful eyes.

This kind of Shen Bixiao made Jiang He's desire to protect greatly. He walked over briskly, hugged the trembling man, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Don't be afraid, I'm coming, I'm right here." His voice Calm and steady, with a strong penetrating power, Shen Bixiao lifted the quilt with peace of mind, and tightly stuffed herself into Jiang He's arms.

His pale little face pierced through Jiang He's thin coat, and was pressed tightly against his chest. His breathing was rapid and uneasy. Jiang He stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly, like a mother caring for her in panic. Like a bewildered child, he murmured in his ear, "I am here, not afraid, not afraid."

The tip of his nose was enveloped by Jiang He's breath, and Shen Bixiao's eyes burst into baskets of tears, which wet Jiang He's shirt, dripped into his skin, penetrated into his bone marrow through his pores, and connected him with flesh and blood.

Shen Bixiao's bracelet was around Jiang He's waist, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force of his grip, and his brows were tightly frowned.

The tip of his nose was bright red from crying, and he asked anxiously with a crying voice, "Jiang He, don't go, don't go, okay?"

There was a bit of a smile in Jiang He's eyes. He played with Shen Bixiao's auricles, kneading them repeatedly under the earlobe. Comb the hair to the back of the head one by one, put the hair on the chest facing herself, and said slowly: "Don't go, I will take you to take a bath today, okay?"

Because of this answer, Shen Bixiao squeezed out a smile on his stiff face, and nodded shyly.

Jiang He found the slippers under the bed and put them on for Shen Bixiao, then took his hand and walked to the bathroom.

There is still a big difference between perception and vision in the dark. This bathroom is bigger than he imagined. Jiang He tried the water temperature and filled the bathtub with water. Opposite the bathtub was a big mirror. In front of the mirror, who is in the mirror?How could he be so strange yet so familiar?

Familiar eyebrows and eyes, frowns and smiles are all old-fashioned. What is strange is that the person in the mirror has a charming attitude that Shen Bixiao is not familiar with. The pale skin that has not seen the sun for a long time looks even whiter under the long black hair , his face has lost a lot of weight, and his pointed chin looks even more beautiful. The red eye circles, instead of detracting from the beauty, make people feel pitiful.

Is this person male or female?Male and female.

Shen Bixiao stretched out her trembling hands and touched her face, and the person in the mirror also touched her face with her hands.He smiled at 'him', and he smiled at him, who is he?How could this person be him?

Shen Bixiao beat the mirror in front of her vigorously, crying, "Who are you? Who are you?"

Jiang He was frightened by Shen Bixiao, he pressed Shen Bixiao's hand behind his back, and hugged him from behind, "He is you, you are him..."

"I am him? Is he me?" Shen Bixiao repeated Jiang He's words.

"Yes, just like, you love me, I love you."

"You love me, I love you?"

Jiang He unbuttoned Shen Bixiao's clothes button by button until he took off the last clothes for him. His lean body was clearly visible. A drop of water flowed down his long and narrow eyebrows and spun around the collarbone. Unwilling to slip.It was a fatal temptation and a suffocating feeling that penetrated the soul. Jiang He was already panting heavily, and he led Shen Bixiao into the bathtub.

The warm water covered the man, his head was tilted on the bathtub, he sighed contentedly and closed his eyes gently, revealing elegance all over his body, with a tall nose bridge and thin lips, in an air of ingenuity.Under the white neck is the slender collarbone, which is sexy but not beautiful.

Jiang He felt his tongue was smoking, he swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of saliva, stripped himself naked as quickly as possible, and jumped into the bathtub.

The sudden coolness stunned the beauty with closed eyes, and looked at the intruder with downcast eyes.

Jiang He poured shower gel on the two of them, and gently rubbed every inch of Shen Bixiao's skin. Seeing Jiang He's naked body, Shen Bixiao knew that he seemed to be doing that again. Shen Bixiao struggled to get up, and Jiang He pressed Shen Bixiao waved his arms wildly: "Don't make trouble." Shen Bixiao was afraid that Jiang He might abandon him, he bit his lip, his heart was like a fully drawn bowstring, if he was not careful, he would snatch the bow out .

Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Jiang He lowered his hand all the way to the place he had been thinking about day and night. He mixed the bath lotion and water, and patiently rubbed and expanded it until he felt that Shen Bixiao could accommodate him. Mount the gun.

This time Jiang He did not attack with brute force as before. He moved leisurely like an old man taking a walk in the afternoon.

Shen Bixiao hooked Jiang He's neck, bringing them closer together. He needed to please Jiang He, he wanted to leave this sealed place that frightened him, and the only hope was Jiang He.

Jiang He was very satisfied with Shen Bixiao's performance that night. After finishing, Jiang He dried Shen Bixiao's hair with a towel. Smile, just like a cat acting like a spoiled master.

"I want to cut my hair, it's too long." Shen Bixiao said with a slightly red face.

Jiang He stopped what he was doing, and looked at the person in the mirror: "I think it looks good."

"I want to cut it off"

Shen Bixiao's voice was soft, and in Jiang He's ears, it was like being coquettish, the softest part of his heart was opened, the place on his chest was like drinking honey, it was so sweet to his heart.

"Okay, whatever you want."

After Shen Bixiao's hair dried, Jiang He carried Shen Bixiao to the bed and went to the bathroom to dry his hair. He didn't want to sleep with his wet hair on his head. Shen Bixiao thought that Jiang He was going to leave, so he grabbed Jiang He's bathrobe : "No...don't go."

Jiang He smiled helplessly: "I'm going to wipe my hair."

Shen Bixiao got off the bed and stood behind Jiang He, "I'll go too, I don't want to stay alone."

Jiang He took Shen Bixiao's hand and quickly dried his wet hair in the bathroom, and finally lay on the bed with Shen Bixiao in his arms.

Shen Bixiao lay on Jiang He's chest and whispered, "I don't want to stay here."

"Have you reflected on everything?"

"kindness."

"That's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have run away."

"Well, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Bixiao fell asleep in Jiang He's fiery embrace.

When he woke up the next day, there was endless darkness again. He stretched out his hand and touched his side, "Jianghe? Jianghe?"

No one answered him, did he go?

Jiang He got up quietly early in the morning, his movements were very subtle, he was afraid of waking up the sleeping person, he tiptoed to the bathroom, took the dirty clothes out, and gently closed the door.

Jiang He was very excited all day long, he was about to succeed, he was about to succeed, this step was the last step that Master Zhang said, let him rely on you slowly until he couldn't do without you.

Jiang He would go to Shen Bixiao's room every night and fall asleep with him in his arms. Shen Bixiao no longer rejected that matter, but now he was very willing to do such a thing with Jiang He, so that he could feel that he was still a living person , an ordinary person with thoughts, happiness and pain.

He begged Jiang He to come to him every night, most of the time Jiang He would come every day, but sometimes Jiang He would not come, the night without Jiang He, Shen Bixiao could not sleep no matter what, every night Jiang He did not come It was Shen Bixiao's sleepless night.

Before he knew it, Jiang He had already dominated Shen Bixiao's life.

Every time Jiang He didn't go to look for Shen Bixiao, when he went the next day, Shen Bixiao would nestle in his arms, neither speak nor pay attention to him.

Since when did Shen Bixiao have to hold Jiang He's arm while sleeping, he was afraid that Jiang He would be gone when he woke up.

Every day when Jiang He got up, Shen Bixiao was awake, he always looked at him with begging eyes, how many times Jiang He couldn't bear to refuse, and continued to lie on the bed, the two of them just looked at each other, neither of them said a word.

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