How to cough up blood

Ji Zhisheng didn't care too much about Xi Jin's tattoo removal on his back, because this guy had already seen him when he was in the hospital, and Xi Jin had already done things like rubbing tattoos, so now he just smeared a medicine That's all, it really doesn't matter.

He was frank and frank, but there was no movement behind him for a long time, Ji Zhisheng asked doubtfully, "Deputy Captain Xi?"

"...Oh, oh," Xi Jin came back to his senses. He changed the bottle of medicine for his wounds, bent down a little, and found that as soon as he lowered his head, he could smell the very faint fragrance of Ji Zhisheng's body, which mixed with the coolness of mint in the ointment. Together, like feathers made of ice, falling in my heart, it is cool and exciting.

This medicine-applying posture was really a challenge for Xi Jin, he retracted his outstretched fingertips, coughed a few times, cleared his hoarse throat, and discussed with Ji Zhisheng.

"Professor Ji, how about...you lie on the bed, and I will be more comfortable."

Ji Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, realizing that their current positions were a bit awkward, so he nodded, and simply took off half of his shirt, exposing his right shoulder and most of his back, revealing all the tattoos behind him.

The blue bruises were even a little purple, and I didn't feel anything at first, but now that I've recovered, I just feel a dull pain in my back.

The young man in the peaked cap who couldn't see his face clearly said he was going to kill him, but he didn't kill him every time, but he didn't hit him with the force of breaking up with mercy.

During the movement, his peripheral vision inadvertently landed on the small drawer next to the bed, and his eyes stayed there for two or three seconds, inexplicably remembering that there was a condom hidden in it by Xi Jin.

Ji Zhi paused, he didn't know what to think, he pulled the shirt and clenched his fingertips slightly, covering his front slightly, leaned over on the bed, his brown middle-length hair messily scattered on his pale shoulders, he buried his head in the pillow, The voice seemed a bit muffled: "... Please help the deputy team."

The temperature has inexplicably risen a lot.

Ji Zhisheng's clothing is very good. What he is wearing underneath is just a pair of simple black trousers. It looks loose, but in fact it shows all his slender and straight legs. The belt is tied around his waist. When he is lying on the bed, the spine will appear A depression.

The black rose stalks just follow this depression and sink into the waist.

Further down, it is...

"..."

Xi Jin's Adam's apple rolled.

Inexplicably, he felt that it was not as good as the posture just now, and after a moment of silence, he rubbed it.

Xi Jin's fingertips were hot and strong, after applying ointment on the bluish bruises on Ji Zhisheng's back, she controlled her strength within an ingenious range, rubbing away the wounds in a gentle manner.

Xi Jin could feel Ji Zhisheng's body tense under his palm, even trembling slightly.It hurts to rub the wound, but it will take longer if you don't rub it.

In order to divert Ji Zhisheng's attention, he thought for a while and asked, "Have you known Qin Yan for a long time?"

"...Well," Ji Zhisheng's voice was slightly tense, "I met him in college, he was a year younger than me, and later he followed me, and we all worshiped under the same teacher."

Xi Jin's subordinates unconsciously increased their strength, "Then you... are very close?"

Ji Zhisheng thought for a while, "Well, all these years, he is indeed the only one who has been by my side."

Xi Jin paused, then raised her head and said, "What about your parents...or family members?"

Ji Zhisheng didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he said: "My parents are gone, and the rest of the people are coveting the property they left me. When I grow up, I sell them all and save them for money. Those people don't bother me anymore."

His tone was very calm, as if he was saying another thing that had nothing to do with him.In a few simple sentences, he summed up his life before adulthood.

After hearing this, Xi Jin scolded herself for not being able to speak, and at the same time felt even more distressed. He thought hard for a while, then he stumbled and comforted: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He held back, his usual take-off talk was so stupid.

"Well, my parents don't care about anything. They travel all day long. I don't care about business, so my elder sister manages everything else. Share bonuses plus my bonuses and wages over the years, I'm actually pretty good at it. rich……"

"...Then, if you don't mind, come to my house with me during the holidays or something. It will be very lively."

Xi Jin thought of Ji Zhisheng's cold, impersonal home, and she didn't know what was going on in her head, and suddenly said: "...They also like cats."

He chattered a lot, and the more he talked, he gradually realized... Is he inviting Ji Zhisheng to live in their house?

Xi Jin's heart beat wildly, and a layer of sweat broke out on his back, for fear that Ji Zhisheng would notice his thoughts.He paused, quickly changed the subject, brushed the hair off Ji Zhisheng's shoulder, "...Professor Ji, you still have one on your left shoulder."

Ji Zhisheng was quiet for a moment, and took off all his shirts, "...Thank you, just wait for me in front to come by myself."

"……Um."

Xi Jin rubbed him slowly, her eyes fell on Ji Zhisheng's left wrist, and she frowned suddenly.

In addition to the scar from the elastic band on the wrist, there was also an extremely conspicuous bruise, which was obviously pinched by Ji Zhisheng himself.

It's just that the wrist was always wrapped in the sleeve of the shirt, and the cuff buttons were tightly buttoned. Now that she took it off, Xi Jin realized that the pinch was quite serious.

He frowned, stepped forward and leaned against the edge of the bed with one knee, pressed one hand on Ji Zhisheng's back, and grabbed his wrist with the other, turned around, and said in a low tone, "Professor Ji, can't you be nicer to your own wrist? "

Xi Jin's strength was a bit strong, Ji Zhisheng's injury was pulled to his shoulder, he hissed, and after a few struggles he stopped inexplicably, he turned his head with difficulty, and with a subtle hook of his mouth, he smiled: "Deputy Captain Xi... "

"You make me look like a prisoner," Ji Zhisheng rolled his eyes, his tone was teasing and joking, "...Next, are you going to put handcuffs on me? ...Master Police Officer?"

Xi Jin gasped for breath:! ! !

……Help!

The slightly hoarse voice made Xi Jin's scalp explode, he almost instantly remembered something with colored letters, his ears were red and bloodshot, his heart was beating abnormally fast, he quickly withdrew his hand.

hateful.

Does Ji Zhisheng know what he is talking about, what handcuffs police officers and prisoners, this is too shameful!

A series of blushing images flew through Xi Jin's mind, but the people on them turned into him and Ji Zhisheng.

His movement of closing his hands was exaggerated, Ji Zhisheng asked strangely, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing...", Xi Jin repeated subconsciously, and then her ears turned red, and her voice was raised: "I didn't want to do anything!"

Ji Zhisheng was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Xi Jin panicked, "I really didn't want to do anything!"

Ji Zhisheng was slightly taken aback: "I know you didn't do anything."

Xi Jin said loudly: "That's right, I just didn't do anything!"

Ji Zhisheng was at a loss: "Yes."

Xi Jin: "Yes."

"..."

"..."

So what the hell are they talking about?

Ji Zhisheng was silent for a while, recalling what had happened in the past few days, a thought slowly came to his mind, he looked thoughtfully at Xi Jin's red ears.

Xi Jin wished she could go back to 1 minute ago and slap herself hard, to make you talk too much after thinking about it...it's so embarrassing.

He was holding the ointment and standing by the bed, under Ji Zhisheng's gaze, even the strands of his hair were inexplicably tense.

Ji Zhisheng: "You..."

He pulled off his clothes to cover his front, sat up slowly, and looked at Xi Jin with a slight frown.

Xi Jin swallowed, "Cough, what's wrong?"

Ji Zhisheng: "Are you..."

Sweat dripped from Xi Jin's back, and she paused for breath.

Ji Zhisheng looked at him carefully for a moment, the guess in his heart circled around the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed it back, "Oh, it's nothing."

"Deputy Captain Xi is tired, give me the ointment, I'll do it myself," he stretched out his hand.

"...Oh, good." Xi Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness. He watched Ji Zhisheng turn his back, squeezed the ointment, and lowered his head to apply it on the front...it should be the lower abdomen.

"..."

He also turned around silently, with his back to Ji Zhisheng, looking at the news on his phone, but his mind had already flown to the back.

"What," Xi Jin couldn't help reminding, "You wipe your wrists yourself."

Ji Zhisheng: "...well, I know."

After a while, Xi Jin didn't know what to think of, she suddenly looked up at the undrawn bed curtain, her expression suddenly became serious, she stepped over in two or three steps, and pulled the bed curtain tightly.

Then he sneaked another glance at Ji Zhisheng, seeing that the latter didn't respond, he was slightly relieved.

late at night.

The stars twinkled.

A pitch-black car drove rapidly to the side of the road near the sea in Ouyuan District.

The black-blue sea blows illusory foam, blowing the cool wind on the corner of the man's suit on the shore. He looked at the night sky, his jawline was perfect and sharp, and whispered: "Are you back?"

The starry sky seems to be within reach, the black spray turns out the white lines of the waves, and the moist sea breeze blows away the sigh-like sound.

As soon as the footsteps behind him stopped, the young man wearing a mask stopped beside the man, bent over and said, "Sir."

The man glanced at his fingers casually, "Have you gone to find him?" Although it was a question, he spoke in an affirmative tone.

The young man was silent.

The man smiled and kicked him out. The latter hit the beach hard, curled up, and didn't get up for a long time.

The man came over, stepped on the top of the young man's head, rolled it down slowly, and took out a silencer gun from his back waist, with a low and dangerous tone: "Loyal, do you remember what I said?"

The young man didn't resist. His brain, which was temporarily blank due to the severe pain, stopped for a moment, and then he was embarrassed and respectful: "Sir, I just want to try him. Is he qualified..."

The man shot the young man in the shoulder without warning.

The young man's voice paused, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his back was quickly stained with blood.

The man looked at the painful expression on his face, but smiled happily. He knelt down, inserted his fingertips into the young man's wound, and fiddled with it for a while.

He didn't give up regretfully until he touched the bone, stirred out new flesh, and didn't find where the bullet was.

"Sorry for hurting you."

He looked at the blood on his hands almost obsessively, and then patted the young man's face, his tone was low and magnetic, always giving people the illusion of tenderness that he was talking about love.

"Before I catch him, move him again and kill you."

The young man was dripping with cold sweat, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

The author has something to say:

A word to the deputy team leader Xi: A shy person sees everything shy.