the other side.
Jing Yu pushed the door open and walked in. The ward was extremely quiet. The only sound he could hear was the man's heavy and even painful breathing.
She came closer.
Seeing the man who was full of vigor and vitality lying on the bed unconsciously, my heart ached. His face was pale, and there was no blood on his thin lips.
Jing Yu sat down beside the bed, and the man opened his thin lips slightly. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. When she heard the weak and broken "fish", her nose felt sore and she couldn't hold back her tears, which fell on his hand.
He seemed to sense something and opened his eyes with difficulty.
At first, his lifeless eyes were out of focus, but gradually, they focused on the little face that had haunted him.
"Yu'er?" He seemed unsure. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. Jing Yu put her hand into his palm. His palm was cold and covered with a layer of cold sweat. As if he could feel the heat, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he held her hand weakly, tightly.
Jingyu just sat quietly beside his bed while doctors came in and out, changing his bandages and checking his wounds.
He had many wounds on his body. In addition to gunshot wounds, there were also knife wounds. This was not the first time he was injured in front of him, but this time it was much more serious than the last time.
and…
The last time she saw him injured like this, she felt more guilty and grateful. But this time, she felt more pain.
She saw the pain of the wound and felt as if she felt it herself.
I even wish I could bear it all for him.
I asked about the situation carefully and confirmed again and again that there was no danger to his life before I felt relieved.
Until late at night, he was not fully awake, but only in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. As if he was worried that she would disappear, he would occasionally open his eyes, vaguely see that she was still there, and then close his eyes again with peace of mind.
——
The night deepens.
Jingrong was lying on the bed, flipping through his textbooks. He hadn't been to class for a long time, but he didn't want to fall behind completely. Wen Yanzhi had recently found him a tutor, and since he was smart, it wasn't difficult for him to keep up with the course.
Wen Yanzhi didn't even knock on the door, but pushed it open and walked in. Jing Rong looked up when he heard the voice and met Wen Yanzhi's eyes.
"The servant said you were looking for me all day." Wen Yanzhi walked to Jingrong's bed and sat down. He took Jingrong's textbook and flipped through it. "How is it? Are you keeping up with your studies?"
"I haven't been looking for you." Jing Rong replied calmly. The servant was exaggerating. How could he have been looking for Wen Yanzhi? He just reminded him.
Wen Yanzhi laughed, "I knew you would answer me like this. Now, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Jing Rong looked at him calmly, "My sister already knows that I am not abroad now. I can no longer hide this from her."
Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment.
Then, he said calmly, "So that's what happened. No problem. I'll go and explain it to her. I'll go find her tomorrow and bring her to see you."
Wen Yanzhi closed the book and threw it to the head of his bed. "Okay, it's already late, go to bed!"
As he spoke, he stood up to leave. Jing Rong moved his left hand, but he didn't have much strength, but he grabbed his arm.
Wen Yanzhi stepped back, his eyes fixed on him gloomily.
"I must leave here!" Jing Rong just threw him a few words.
"What if I don't want to?"
"You have no right to refuse." Jing Rong looked at him with deep eyes and lowered his voice a little, "We are just friends. Apart from friends, we have no relationship at all."
The last few words made the veins on Wen Yanzhi's forehead throb.
He seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, so he threw himself onto the bed and pressed Jingrong against the headboard.
He stared down at the boy from above, holding his chin with his long fingers and lifting his face.
His facial lines were tense, and his teeth were clenched. "We are nothing but friends? Do you really think I am responsible for your injury? Even if I hadn't taken you away, you would still be kidnapped. I am responsible for nothing!"
Jingrong clenched his fingers and grabbed the quilt tightly.
Wen Yanzhi laughed mockingly, "What do you think this place is? A place where you can come and go as you please?"
"..." Jing Rong pursed his lips and stared at Wen Yanzhi. After a long while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He asked, "Is what you said last time true?"
"What?"
Jing Rong grabbed the collar of Wen Yanzhi's shirt, turned over, and pressed Wen Yanzhi under him. He leaned over, his eyes stained with a layer of burning flames, but his voice was restrained and calm, "Does your promise of body still count?"
Wen Yanzhi's eyebrows twitched.
He opened his lips to say something, but Jing Rong suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
All of Jing Rong's kissing experience came from the man beneath him. His kiss was chaotic, unorganized, awkward, and clumsy. But even so, it was enough to drive Wen Yanzhi almost crazy.
A fire exploded from the bottom of his heart, burning every cell in his body at the fastest speed.
His body was tense, until it was swollen and painful.
Jing Rong was panting from the kiss and pulled back an inch. His fair face was flushed red.
Wen Yanzhi saw this, and there was a little more doting in his eyes. The corners of his lips raised, with a joking smile, "Brother Jingrong, your kissing skills are really bad."
Jing Rong felt humiliated when he said this in such a playful tone.
He was so angry that he kissed her again. This time, it was not a kiss, but a bite.
Wen Yanzhi was bitten and felt pain, so he slapped him on the buttocks, "Don't be naughty!"
"Don't touch me there!" Jing Rong's face turned even redder and his voice became hoarse.
The desire in Wen Yanzhi's eyes became stronger.
This boy looks like he's reluctant but actually willing. He must not know how intoxicating he looks at this moment.
He curved his lips, "Don't you want to pledge your love to me? How can I pledge my love to you if I don't touch you here?"
He said this, sliding his fingers nastily into his pajama pants.
Jing Rong trembled all over and started tearing the buttons of his shirt. Wen Yanzhi's voice became even hoarse, "Slow down, don't hurt your hands."
"you shut up!"
"If you can't solve it, I'll help you." Compared to his impatience, Wen Yanzhi was calm and unhurried.
Seeing that he couldn't use much strength in his hands, he simply reached out and pulled the shirt buttons easily, revealing his firm and sexy chest.
Jing Rong leaned on him, panting and looking at him, his tone was also unstable, "Let me do it!"
"Okay. You do it. But can you do it, little virgin?" He chuckled playfully and pinched the boy's buttocks. The touch was so good that he couldn't let it go.
Jing Rong asked: "Should you lie down?"
Wen Yanzhi raised his eyebrows.
"what are you thinking?!"
Jing Rong panted and ordered: "I'm going to get on you! Get down here!"
What he said didn't sound like a joke. Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
The next moment, he turned over and threw the boy directly onto the bed. The difference between the two men was huge, both in age and strength.
Jing Rong is certainly no match for him.
Before he could open his mouth, Wen Yanzhi lifted up his pajamas, revealing half of his waist.
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Don't argue over whether to accept gays or not, and don't be rude just because you are gay. There are all kinds of people in the world, and being different from you doesn't mean it's abnormal. Let's understand each other and seek common ground while reserving differences.