There is always scum who wants to be reborn

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright white inch by inch, and the faint morning light spilled into the ward through the gauze curtain. The corner of the curtain was blown up by the wind, revealing the half-open window, which was specially opened before going to bed to diffuse the smell. .

There were two figures stacked on top of each other on the bed, one pressing the other close to hug each other, Lu Tinghe buried his head in Zhu Wanxing's neck and sniffed, the thin quilt didn't cover him completely, exposing his wheat-colored shoulders and the tight muscle lines on his arms .

Under the arm is Zhu Wanxing's white and thin arm. As soon as Omega moved her fingers, Alpha grabbed her wrist and held it down.

Lu Tinghe covered him tightly, his unrestrained possessiveness and aggression were like a male wolf who had just won a mate after a fierce battle, and was enjoying the spoils without restraint.

"What do you want to eat later?"

His voice was rustling with the low hoarseness of just getting up, but his words were full of irresistible force.

Zhu Wanxing's mouth flattened when he heard the words, and he sniffed like a small animal: "I want to eat steamed eggs... and chicken shredded noodles, I want my brother to make it for me..."

He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't lift them up, he just pressed his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Last night Zhu Wanxing was tossed by him for seven hours, his back was not bleeding but was swollen, Lu Tinghe gave him medicine carefully, but in the end they just hugged each other and smelled him, Zhu Wenxing fell into a daze again up.

"I'll make you whatever you want to eat." Lu Tinghe chuckled, turned over and lay down next to him, putting his arms around the man's shoulders: "Be good, lie down for a while before eating, or you won't have a good appetite."

"It's your fault for my poor appetite..." Zhu Wanxing scratched his palm, and turned his back aggrievedly: "I almost died..."

The strong attachment and admiration are not stingy in his sticky tone. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhu Wanxing's voice is hoarse. He hummed nine out of ten sentences in his mouth yesterday. After tossing hard, I will not be willing to refuse.

"Nonsense, isn't this good?"

With a smile in his voice, Lu Tinghe turned to his side with his arms propped up, and slowly massaged his lower back with one hand.

Zhu Wanxing snorted comfortably, the wet light spread directly to the end of his eyes, he curled up his limbs and shook like a kitten whose belly was scratched, and was about to cry out of grievance: "Wrists are so sore.... ..”

Lu Tinghe rubbed the red mark for him, "It's a little purple, does it hurt?"

It doesn't hurt, but it's very sore, Zhu Wanxing curled his lips, blinked his wet eyes and complained: "The stomach is also very sore..."

Lu Tinghe admitted his mistake frankly, and leaned over to kiss his lips: "Sorry baby, it's my fault."

"The knees seem to be purple too..."

"It's my fault." Lu Tinghe gasped harder, and he gripped his wrist harder: "I won't let you kneel next time."

"There are still thighs," Zhu Wanxing's accusation dissipated, he hummed in a low voice, and continued: "Thighs are twitching."

"It was also my fault." Lu Tinghe followed the good advice, "I shouldn't have broken your leg."

"Hmm.... the back..." Zhu Wanxing refused to give him a good kiss, and always wanted to speak with his mouth: "The back is also—"

"Okay, okay, everything is fine, I listen to you."

Lu Tinghe rubbed against Zhu Wanxing's forehead pamperingly, "Is there any other request? After finishing speaking, I will cook for you."

Zhu Wanxing didn't know what to think, his face turned red suddenly, he curled up his fingers, hooked the man's neck and pressed Lu Tinghe down little by little, and leaned closer to his ear: "Then I want another recording, I want my brother to record it for me. ,OK?"

Lu Tinghe was stunned for two seconds, and when he thought of that recording, his heart ached, "Okay, there's nothing wrong with it."

He leaned over and squeezed Zhu Wanxing's eyebrows, "What do you want me to record for you?"

"Just... what brother Lu said..." Zhu Wanxing turned her head away from him in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "It's the kind that... said last night. ..."

Those who said he was a puppy, those who said he was going to wear a bell, and... Zhu Wanxing closed his eyes softly all over, and those who said he was easy to use...

Lu Tinghe smiled helplessly, pinched his nose and teased: "Zhu Wanxing, do you know how shy you are?"

Zhu Wanxing blushed and didn't answer, Lu Tinghe continued to tease him: "If you want me to record that kind of talk for you, when do you want to listen to it, huh?"

Zhu Wanxing stretched out his paw to scratch him like a kitten, probably because he really wanted to record, and while scratching, he replied honestly: "Well, listen to it while you sleep..."

"Listen while you're sleeping?" Lu Tinghe chuckled, got up and got out of bed to find clean clothes for him, then turned his head and asked, "Can you still fall asleep listening to this?"

"Hmm... I can't sleep and listen to it..."

He was so shy that he was going to explode, the more shy he was, the more he shrunk into the quilt, gasping for breath like a goldfish swimming on the water, Lu Tinghe stood by the bed and looked down at him, his deliberately low voice contained love thoughts: " I said so many words last night, which one does Xingxing want?"

Zhu Wanxing Lion opened his mouth wide: "I want everything."

"Okay." Lu Tinghe sat on the head of the bed, rubbing his warm palms from the side of his face, rubbing against the glands little by little: "One mark writes a sentence."

He seemed to have completely unlocked his nature after last night, and he didn't restrain himself at all. With such a cold and ascetic face, his mouth was full of bastard words, and his deep eyes were even more straightforward and aggressive, like a duplicity You're an asshole, but Zhu Wanxing just likes him.

"It's not fair..." He resisted the heat from his glands and retorted: "You ask too much, you are clearly bullying me..."

Lu Tinghe was noncommittal: "The current market is like this."

Zhu Wanxing followed him with a flat mouth, trying to negotiate the price: "It's too expensive, can one be cheaper?"

Lu Tinghe raised his eyebrows, his fingers slid up to touch his lips, the rough belly callus was rubbed inch by inch like a peach: "Don't you know that businessmen have the darkest hearts, if you don't agree now, maybe I will open one later more demanding.

"Why do you still want to sit on the ground and raise the price?" Zhu Wanxing snorted angrily, "I'm still a patient..."

Lu Tinghe's fingertips slammed his lips open, and the warm breath came to his ears, bewitching: "Then do you want it?"

Zhu Wanxing pursed his mouth again and again, unwillingly said: "Yes."

Lu Tinghe hadn't cooked for a long time, he was not proficient in cooking two bowls of noodles, but luckily they looked good and tasted good, he took a shower to wash off the smell of oily smoke, and when he returned to the bedroom, Zhu Wanxing had already fallen asleep, hugging The shirt he took off was sleeping soundly, the warm orange sunlight cast a mottled shadow on the side of his face, and even the fine hair on the tip of his nose was soft.

"Little fool." Lu Tinghe raised his hand and scratched the tip of his nose: "I'm right here, so I don't even need to record."

The phone rang suddenly, he hurried over and pressed it, and Wang Jia's call came back before the screen was dark, Lu Tinghe frowned, and put it to his ear.

"Hello? Xiaohe! Lu Fengchuan ran away! It's been an hour!"

At the same time, another ringtone rang in the ward. It was Zhu Wanxing's cell phone. He walked over to pick up the cell phone, and sneered after only looking at it. The screen displayed an incoming call from Lu Linjiang.