Zhao Jingting did not speak, but still lowered his head. He looked at Xie Lun's hand, which was fair and slender. It was simply out of place when placed next to his own rough and dark hand. His already uncomfortable heart became even more awkward at this time. He exerted all his strength. Childishly squeezed Xie Lun's hand, and sighed softly: "Alan, you are right, I will grow old one day, and I am destined... destined not to be able to accompany you until old age."
"So what? Who hasn't grown old yet?! Who can live forever?!" Xie Lun's voice suddenly doubled in volume. When he said this, his eyes turned red. He took out his hand and held it tightly. Holding Zhao Jingting's shoulders, he said with red eyes, "If you weren't fifteen years older than me, I would still look down on you!"
Zhao Jingting raised his head and met Xie Lun's red eyes. His heart felt sour and sweet for a moment. He pulled Xie Lun into his arms behind him, but Xie Lun stopped, biting, scolding, crying and screaming in his arms: "Zhao Jingting, you old bastard! I really hate you! I hate you so much! Why do you want to die before me? How can I be sorry for you?! Tell me how I, Xie Lun, am sorry for you. !”
"Alan, I was wrong, I was wrong," Zhao Jingting allowed him to make a fuss and held Xie Lun tighter. He patted Xie Lun's back gently and said softly, "Alan, I know it was wrong."
"Where did you go wrong?" Sherron asked biting his lip.
Zhao Jingting didn't say anything, and put his chin on Xie Lun's shoulder. Xie Lun in his arms began to be reluctant again. He hugged Xie Lun tighter and sighed softly: "Alan, I was not like this originally. Temperament, it’s just that you are so kind and good, which makes me look down on myself even more, and I always feel that I am not worthy of you... "
Xie Lun didn't say anything, but he suddenly opened his mouth and bit Zhao Jingting fiercely. He showed no mercy at this moment, and immediately felt the smell of blood filling his mouth. But his face was filled with tears, and the tears fell on Zhao Jingting's dark back.
"Alan, don't be angry, don't be angry..." Knowing that Xie Lun was really angry, Zhao Jingting was busy trying to coax him, but he was stupid and couldn't say anything else.
"Since you know you are not good enough for me, why are you trying to tease me?" Xie Lun suddenly grinned and cried. He cried so sadly that his tears were mixed with blood. He stared at Zhao Jingting and said goodbye. He opened his eyes, then turned his face again, still glaring at Zhao Jingting, "Why did you flirt with me, and then say that you have such a sour tone? Why the hell do you have that?!"
Zhao Jingting's eyes turned red, and his voice became hoarse: "So, don't I know I was wrong? Allen, I will never think like this again. I will love you as long as I'm born, even if it's the blue sky, I will also hold you tight. On the Naihe Bridge, none of us will drink Meng Po soup. In the next life, we will still be a pair of mandarin ducks..."
"Bah, I've suffered enough in this life. I don't want to suffer any more in the next life." Xie Lun wiped away tears and scratched his neck. He was so stubborn and aggrieved that it made people feel heartbroken.
Zhao Jingting sighed softly and hugged Xie Lun into his arms. After spending so much time, the bath water was cold. Zhao Jingting was afraid that Xie Lun would be frozen, so he got up and went out to get a handkerchief to wipe Xie Lun's body. But Xie Lun But Lun tightly held him tight and wouldn't let him move. Zhao Jingting leaned over and kissed his forehead: "Alan, I'll get you a handkerchief to wipe your body."