The heat coming from behind, along with the man's painful breathing, made Jing Rong's heart tremble. His expression, which had just been cold, gradually softened and became much softer.
He took Wen Yanzhi's hand from his shoulder and said gently, "Come with me."
Wen Yanzhi refused to let him go, and held him stubbornly like a stubborn child. It seemed that as long as he let go, the illusion would disappear.
Jing Rong could sense the great uneasiness in his heart, and he felt vaguely uncomfortable.
Patiently coaxing him, "I won't leave, you let me go first."
Wen Yanzhi looked at him uncertainly. Jing Rong took his hand and stuffed him into his car.
He sat in the passenger seat, and Jing Rong sat in the driver's seat. Jing Rong leaned over to buckle Wen Yanzhi's seat belt. Wen Yanzhi looked at the handsome face so close to him, his eyes darkened, and he held the boy's face with both hands, ready to kiss him.
"Don't move!" Jing Rong shouted softly when his lips approached. He stared at Wen Yanzhi, "Did you just vomit?"
Wen Yanzhi curled his lips awkwardly.
Jing Rong curled his lips lightly, "Remember to rinse your mouth first."
Wen Yanzhi was mesmerized by his faint smile and didn't notice the meaning of his words. But before he could think about it, he was pushed back by Jing Rong.
"Sit still and don't move." Jing Rong fastened his seat belt smoothly.
Wen Yanzhi was obedient at this moment, sitting in the passenger seat without moving. Jingrong was driving, and he had no strength in his right hand, so he could only rely on his left hand. He drove very attentively.
However, she could still feel Wen Yanzhi's gaze fixed on her face without blinking.
"Where are we going?" Wen Yanzhi asked.
"You'll know when you get there."
Wen Yanzhi nodded, and after a moment, he said sadly, "Today is my birthday."
"Yeah." Of course he knew, otherwise why would he come to his birthday party
"Everyone who came today gave me a gift. What's yours?"
Jing Rong tightened the steering wheel and said, "I'll give it to you in a moment."
"Tsk~ I see you didn't bring anything when you came."
Jing Rong turned his head and glanced at Wen Yanzhi without saying anything.
The car didn't drive far before it stopped.
"Get out of the car." Jing Rong turned off the car and turned to look at the man next to him. Wen Yanzhi unbuckled his seat belt and glanced out the window. Outside was a magnificent hotel.
Wen Yanzhi asked lazily: "What are you doing here?"
Jing Rong had already gotten out of the car. He threw the car keys to the hotel doorman and went in without answering Wen Yanzhi.
As soon as Jingrong entered, someone handed him a door card.
Wen Yanzhi walked behind, looking at the boy's back, his heart suddenly started beating fast and his whole body felt inexplicably hot.
grass!
It was indeed an illusion!
If it wasn't an illusion, why would he bring me to such a place
Jing Rong took the card and walked towards the elevator. When he turned around, he saw Wen Yanzhi still standing there in a daze, as if his soul had been taken away.
He sighed helplessly, turned back, and pulled at his shirt sleeve, "Let's go."
"You...you brought me to get a room?" Wen Yanzhi asked in disbelief, but followed obediently.
The tone of the voice was loud, and not only Jing Rong, but also people passing by could hear it.
Everyone was trying to hold back their laughter. Jing Rong blushed and became a little angry. "Wen Yanzhi, do you wish the whole world would know about this?"
He grabbed Wen Yanzhi and strode into the elevator.
Wen Yanzhi was still in shock and could only be led by Jing Rong.
Because of this realization, he was very excited and agitated. However, when he actually got into the room, he calmed down.
impossible!
This kid seemed to be avoiding him. During this period of time, he had been pursuing him relentlessly, but his attitude had always been lukewarm and had not changed at all.
This time, I even have to leave the country without saying a word.
If he had any regard for me, he wouldn't be so cruel.
He has no feelings for me, not even a little bit!
Wen Yanzhi was scared.
He was afraid that if he had too high expectations, what awaited him would be deeper disappointment. Therefore, he did not dare to have any expectations at all.
As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Go away! I don't need you to stay here with me."
Jing Rong glanced at him and pushed him into the bathroom, "Go take a shower."
He closed the door for Wen Yanzhi himself, then remembered something and opened the door again and walked in. He squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and handed it to Wen Yanzhi, "Rinse your mouth. Rinse it clean."
Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy in silence. Jing Rong felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. Her long eyelashes fluttered, "Don't stare at me. Hurry up. I... I'll wait for you outside."
The last sentence was said in a much lower voice. Then, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Don't you want a gift? I'll give it to you after you wash it."
Before Wen Yanzhi could come to his senses, Jing Rong had already closed the door and walked out.
in.
Wen Yanzhi stood there, still in a daze. He kept thinking in his mind, what kind of gift can he give himself? In fact, anything is fine. As long as it is given by Jingrong to him, he will treasure it like a treasure.
But, nothing is good.
He is leaving.
No matter how good the gift is, it can't comfort his heart.
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Wen Yanzhi took a bath for half an hour.
Jing Rong kept checking the time outside. When he was almost losing his patience, the bathroom door was finally pushed open.
Wen Yanzhi came out with a bath towel tied around his neck.
Jing Rong raised his eyes and met his gaze. The boy's fair face inexplicably flushed. He stood up.
"I'm done." After taking a shower, Wen Yanzhi felt much more awake.
The more sober you are, the deeper the depression in your heart.
He lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, and glanced at Jingrong, "What gift? Take it out and show it to me."
Jing Rong walked towards Wen Yanzhi step by step, his hands hanging by his side tightening and tightening.
He looked up at Wen Yanzhi, who was much taller than him, and suddenly reached out to take the cigarette from Wen Yanzhi's lips. Wen Yanzhi frowned, and before he could come to his senses, Jing Rong raised his hand to hold his face and suddenly pressed him down.
The two of them, lips touching lips. Wen Yanzhi was shocked, lowered his eyes and stared at the boy, as if he could see through him.
Jing Rong imitated his moves and rolled his lips around, even trying to pry open Wen Yanzhi's tongue with the tip of his tongue.
However, this person was extremely cold and indifferent. His kiss did not elicit a response from Wen Yanzhi.
Jing Rong suddenly felt like a clown performing a one-man show. This feeling was particularly terrible.
After a while, he finally gave in.
Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi in embarrassment, "You... don't want it?"
Wen Yanzhi's breathing was heavy. His eyes were full of fire, but also a little cold. He stared at Jingrong from top to bottom. The man's momentum and aura made Jingrong feel pressured.
He asked coldly: "Is this the gift you said you would give me?"
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Haha, I got stuck here, not on purpose~ I'll update tomorrow!! Xoxo!