[Basic three] Help, wait for me

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Forewarning - there is harmony, although the scale is not too explicit.

This season, I am still thinking about committing crimes against the wind, and I am really drunk.

So I hope that those who want to watch it will continue to support, and those who don't like it will show mercy.

When will this article be reported and fully locked up?(╯_╰)╭

thank you all!

All the way to use lightness kung fu to ride the wind to rush back, but fortunately, hidden sword internal kung fu is better than a quick word.

Nan Jiu lay on Mo Zhichen's shoulder, blinking in a daze, the sound of the wind whizzing by in his ears.He called softly, and then a slender hand covered his eyes.

A warm but breathless voice came, "Don't open your eyes yet, the sun is too bright."

Nan Jiu closed her eyes obediently.

He remembered that until a quarter of an hour ago, he was still locked in a dark room, enduring unbearable pain day after day.

What happened in the past three days was illuminated by the bright and dazzling sun, as if they no longer existed. It was just the pain in the body and the heat in the heart, which could not go away for a long time.

Pursing her lips, she said weakly, "Thirsty..."

Mo Zhichen tightened his grip even more, and his light work was faster, "It will be there soon, bear with it, Ah Jiu."

Nan Jiu nodded, and continued to lie in his hair, smelling the familiar scent of tea, remembering that he said it was West Lake Longjing, so she couldn't help but get closer until it touched the hair roots on the side of his neck, like Very long kisses.

Soon, Mo Zhichen made a few dodges and walked into the stronghold.

The disciples in the sect only saw the sect leader who descended from the sky, holding a man who didn't know his life or death in his arms.

After calling the doctor and putting Nan Jiu on the couch, Mo Zhichen dared to relax and tidy up his wound carefully.But each one was covered with blood and cloth, so he couldn't bear to take a closer look.

After a long time, when Nan Jiu was awakened by the fiery pain again, what he saw was no longer a dark secret room or a shaking sky, but a dark brown curtain above his head, with a smoky yellow gleam.

There is a peaceful atmosphere like home.

He moved his fingers and found that his left hand had been connected, and the wounds on his shoulders were also carefully bandaged, but the pain and itching on his body never subsided, as long as he woke up for a while, it scratched his heart.

It hurts, it hurts all the time.

A shadow suddenly fell from the top of his head, and Mo Zhichen's face broke into his field of vision. When he bent down to inspect his injury, a few strands of hair fell down, scratching his ears numb and itchy.

He slightly raised his hand and called out, "Mo Zhichen."

"You say." He said lightly.

"kiss Me."

Perhaps his request was too much, Mo Zhichen's expression froze all of a sudden, looked at him with a frown, reached out and touched his forehead, it was still very hot.

"Stop joking, let's have a good rest." As he spoke, he was about to put his hands under the quilt.

However, Nan Jiu walked around, grabbed Mo Zhichen's collar with one hand, pulled it in his direction vigorously, and repeated with a smile, "Kiss me, Mo Zhichen."

Mo Zhichen was dragged only a short distance away from him, and met those smiling eyes.But there was not a trace of clarity in those eyes, it was full of dull blur.

He almost forgot, he had taken the tact, now it was the time when the effect of the medicine was strong.

Seeing that Mo Zhichen hadn't moved, Nan Jiu's heart was burning with urgency, so he simply supported himself, half-stretched up with the strength of pulling him, and kissed him hotly.Without waiting for a moment, he searched for the gap between his lips and then burrowed in without a plan, swimming back and forth in his mouth like a fish.

Mo Zhichen was stunned by his direct action, and woke up for a moment, but he couldn't resist his seduction, and responded to his enthusiasm, breathing intertwined and entangled.

Nan Jiu seemed to have no end, just blindly asking for more warmth, hooked up with his right hand, and hugged Mo Zhichen's neck tightly, making him inseparable from her.

Until even the fire in Mo Zhichen's heart was about to be faintly aroused, the kiss was over, Nan Jiu's breathing was uneven and deep, he tilted his head, his fiery eyes traced from Mo Zhichen's to his jaw.

The thin lips and smooth lines made him unable to think clearly.

It just doesn't feel like enough, not enough at all.

She smiled softly, wrapped her hands around his neck, along the collarbone, slid ambiguously to his chest, and touched it all the way.One hand was inconvenient, so he endured the pain and hooked his belt with his left hand.

"Ah Jiu, stop."

When he was about to touch his waist, Mo Zhichen lightly held his wrist to stop him.

Nan Jiu pretended not to hear it, and couldn't move his left hand, so he leaned over to untie it with his teeth. After a while, the skirt of his clothes loosened a little, and he couldn't wait to kiss her. Randomly, without rhythm or purpose, he just followed the big wheat color. skin.There were old and trivial scars on the skin, and he kissed them one by one.

Pressing against Mo Zhichen's chest, during the quiet time, he could clearly hear his heartbeat, which accelerated minute by minute with Nan Jiu's movements.

Every time he changed places, he raised his head to see Mo Zhichen's reaction.

Mo Zhichen frowned tightly and just looked at him indifferently.

But it has to be admitted that Mo Zhichen is somewhat addicted to this feeling, and the desire in his heart is also stirred up by this inexperienced provocation.

But he couldn't really do anything, after all, he was injured so badly.

Mo Zhichen tried his best to suppress the heat in his heart, pulled out his hands that had been looped around his back, and forced him down on the bed.

Nan Jiu thought that he was about to make a move, so she lay flat with a grin.

But he said, "Ah Jiu, stop making trouble."

The person on the bed calmed down instantly, and after a while, he entangled himself up again, raised his small face to look at him, the corners of his eyes were blushing, and begged him with a low hoarse panting voice, "Mo Zhichen, I won't make trouble, you hug me." hug me..."

However, Mo Zhichen didn't have any time to recover, he used all the power he could use to tug on his skirt, ripped the shirt he just changed into a mess, and tore the wound with violent movements. Red flowers bleed out from the layers of bandages.

Mo Zhichen pressed his hand, and as he wished, he leaned over and hugged his hot body tightly, comforting him helplessly, "Jiu, just bear with it, and it will pass after you bear with it."

A little moisture dripped down the corners of Nan Jiu's eyes to his cheeks. Looking at him sideways, he saw big tears welling up in his eyes.

When she spoke, she cried, "I can't take it anymore, hug me..."

Mo Zhichen could only kiss away his tears drop by drop, telling him in a low voice "I can't" from the brow bone, eyelashes, to the corner of the tail.

"You can, Mo Zhichen, you can. I feel so uncomfortable..."

Mo Zhichen was powerless to comfort him, he could only blame himself, why he didn't take him away at that time, but pushed him back to the Haoqi League.If in that heavy snowfall, he had had the courage to think he could protect him, he wouldn't have met Mo Wanfeng, and he wouldn't have suffered such a crime.

Mo Zhichen took his head into his arms and called him Ah Jiu over and over again.

All of Nan Jiu's consciousness was not burned, and there was not much left. He freed a hand and grabbed Mo Zhichen's back. He really pinched with all his strength, and the joints were protruding, and the nails were deep. embedded.

There was no way to relieve the heat inside and out, and the tears rolled down, gradually turning into soft sobs.

"It hurts, I hurt."

I know I know……

"Mo Zhichen, you are not a man."

Even if I don't become this man, I can't hurt you any more.

"Mo Zhichen, you can either knock me out or hug me, you choose..." Finally, Nan Jiu couldn't bear the torture anymore, staring into Mo Zhichen's eyes and said.

Such a choice, Mo Zhichen didn't even think about it, he really raised his hand to let him fall into a coma to get out of this situation.

He raised his hand in the air, unable to drop it for a long time.

Nan Jiu looked at him with layers of sadness and begging, and even a hint of despair.This kind of look was never seen even when he was rescued in the secret room.

A little sad, like being abandoned.

Suddenly he said, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Just these three words shattered all of Mo Zhichen's defenses.

The meeting and parting between them seemed to start in a coma or end in darkness, and every time it left him with unfortunate and sad memories, especially during the three days in the dark room, he could not realize that a person who had never How do people who have endured hardship persist.

It's not like he hasn't seen the dead body and half-dead lunatic brought out of Mo Wanfeng's prison.

His little general didn't say a word of suffering, but the word "fear of the dark" is worth all the suffering that can be described, it is really too dark there.

Mo Zhichen slowly put down his hand, bowed his head and hugged him again, leaned into his ear and made a difficult decision, "Ah Jiu, just once."

Nan Jiu nodded, another tear rolled down, slipped to her mouth, and was gently licked away.Then Mo Zhichen's free hand bypassed the bandage-wrapped wound area, and stretched it down from the gap in his waist. When he found it, he hesitated at first, and then he held it and stroked it slowly.

Nan Jiu trembled slightly, raised her head slightly, panting lightly with less inhalation and more exhalation.

Mo Zhichen took advantage of the opportunity to bite his chin, not daring to give him too much stimulation, but moved gently, telling him, "Relax, or the wound will open."

Nan Jiu seemed to want to respond, but as soon as the voice moved, a thin choked moan overflowed, a little ashamed, so she clenched her lower lip and held back her strength.

Mo Zhichen was helpless, went up and blocked his mouth with his lips, so that he would not continue to bite, or in fact, he even wanted to hear his voice.

"Um..." No more sounds could come out of the blocked lips, only intermittent words.

After a while, the person in his arms suddenly tensed up, his breathing stopped for a while, and after a while, he relaxed and took a deep breath.After a long pause, his eyes gradually became clearer.

But when he became sober, he felt the shame even more, and he didn't dare to stare at Mo Zhichen any more, and turned his head and buried it between his black hair.After hesitating for a long time, he blushed and reminded him, "That...hand..."

Mo Zhichen couldn't laugh or cry at this change, and he took it back with a light squeeze from his subordinates, and said with a smile, "Isn't it the little general who threatened to beg someone before?"

Nan Jiu hid her face and did not speak.

Mo Zhichen didn't continue to tease him, but kissed the corner of his mouth again, and said, "It's not so easy to be tactful, I'll fetch some cold water to cool you down first, so you can feel better."

Nan Jiu nodded silently.

Before getting up, he remembered again and added, "After a while, the effect of the medicine will come back up again, so I won't be able to ask for it again."

Nan Jiu blushed even more.

Mo Zhichen smiled, tucked in the quilt, and got up to fetch water.

It was already dusk outside, and when he pushed the door open, he was almost startled by the congregants who were eavesdropping by the door.As soon as he stepped forward, this group of people fled away like flying, and the one who escaped slowly was naturally caught by Mo Zhichen.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Lu Qianyun, so he asked him with a smile, "What did you hear?"

He also smiled back, "No, I didn't hear anything."

Ask again, "Does it sound good?"

Quickly answered, "No, it doesn't sound good..."

Mo Zhichen let him go, and said, "Since it doesn't sound good, go get me a basin of cold water."

Lu Qianyun paused for a moment, then said puzzledly, "Master, what kind of medicine, cold water can't cure it, then..."

Wen smiled and stared, Lu Qianyun quickly shut up and stopped talking nonsense, and went to fetch water like a scud, running faster than anyone else.

Mo Zhichen shook his head, this group of people were raised so courageously that they dared to listen to him even at the base of the wall, he was too imposing as the gang leader.

A gust of wind blew past, and Mo Zhichen felt a little cold. He looked back at the house, and asked the people below to make another fox fur coat tomorrow, and hung some curtains on the windows to keep out the cold.

He laughed, his little general is back, and he must not be allowed to freeze again in the future.