At the last moment of chaotic consciousness, the bartender suddenly threw the dagger aside when he was planning to insert it into his heart, pinched his face regretfully and said.
"Forget it, it depends on your own good fortune."
After the bartender left, Jiang Fu was the only one left in the silent room, all perceptions were blurred and passivated, and only the sound of his own weak breathing and the sound of blood dripping on the ground lingered in his ears.
Drop by drop, it drained from the body, taking away the remaining vitality.
All the pain was concentrated on the hands bound by the thorns. The sharp and dense thorns seemed to have grown in the flesh and blood, and the skin would be torn apart with a slight movement. The pain was unbearable.
In order to divert his attention, Jiang Fu began to think about other things, thinking about whether the third prince would keep his promise after his death, and whether everything would go as he wished, and that kid Jiang Si should be so angry.
I heard that people will look back on their life before they die. He really tried his best to recall all his memories from birth, but in his vague impression, apart from his parents who died young with blurred faces, the only ones he met when he was playing in the world Countless people are like the same precious gemstones, which are interesting at first sight, but later they are treated as ordinary stones or thrown away.
He knew very well that sooner or later he would reap the consequences of his own behavior, but at that time he had no real idea of spending his life with anyone, and he had even arranged his own way of getting old, maybe he would find a place with a good scenery to be alone Die slowly, if Jiang Si is willing, he can help Jiang Si and his wife take care of the children, like a kind grandfather who raises the lovely children into noble little princesses or little princes.
It's just that after entering the spiritual world, those thoughts all turned into water marks dripping on the windows on rainy days, covered and spread by new rainwater, and disappeared long ago.
The scenes in the spiritual world began to rewind in my mind again, like the last candy in my thirsty throat, I was reluctant to swallow it, but I couldn't help but greedily suck the infatuating sweetness from it.
He is such a selfish person, there will be a day when he is willing to sacrifice his life for others, and finally he did not live in vain.
He calmly fell into the floating and insensible dark world, and seemed to feel a warm tingle vaguely. His body trembled instinctively due to the pain, but he couldn't wake up from the consciousness of excessive blood loss.
Later, it was like the last sweet dream before dying, the pain in the wrist gradually eased, as if it had healed miraculously, the body that was cold due to excessive blood loss was tightly embraced by the warm chest, and the sticky kiss Falling on the forehead, temples, bridge of the nose, and lips, it is full of love like holding a lost treasure.
The feeling of being treated so precious and precious is too familiar and too unique. Jiang Fu dazedly tried to lift his eyelids to look, but he could only vaguely discern the hazy outline.
He suspected that this was a beautiful dream he had woven, and even the blank murmur was full of cautious hesitation.
"... Yuan Yuan?"
The person holding him suddenly tightened his arms, the hot breath was close at hand, and the low and magnetic voice next to his ear was very reassuring.
"Well, it's me."
The tense nerves that were holding on in front of the long torture were like a broken dam, and the bitterness that surged up in an instant almost overwhelmed Jiang Fu. He sniffled aggrievedly, and whispered coquettishly at the hallucinating man .
"It hurts, it hurts and I'm tired."
His feeble voice was barely audible, and the moving lips could only be heard by listening closely to what he was saying. The wrist that was originally entwined with thorns and scars was encircled by warm palms, and then the wet and hot tongue licked lightly.
The soothing voice is coaxing patiently.
"Good boy, it doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore when I kiss you."
It's been too long since the feeling of being called by your dear name, Jiang Fu's tears fell suddenly, he put away the hard and cunning armor all over his body, leaving only the softest belly for the only person in his heart.
Even if it is a dream, he is satisfied, at least he won't die alone, helpless and helpless.
Wet tears soaked his eyelashes, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and he didn't dare to see the other person's face clearly, for fear that he would wake up from this dream.
He tried his best to hook the other's fingers, sobbing and complaining.
"You... why are you so annoying, you don't remember me... and you push me away..."
The indifference and alienation on the man's face when we first met were so strange, and the strangeness made him feel chills in his heart.
He really wanted to ask in a hurry, but his usual arrogance only made him watch the familiar figure drift away, and he never looked back.
It was a thorn in his heart, and he was at a loss as if he had been abandoned.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
The self-blame and love wrapped in the apologetic whispers are so obvious, like a warm stream of heat slowly heals the wounds that have been pierced.
Jiang Fu sniffled, and asked in a sad low voice.
"Also...you don't want me...you hurt me..."
The night before the farewell, he went with the idea of saying goodbye, but was rejected by the man and drove him away. At that time, he was embarrassed and sad, but he just took off his clothes and walked over, like a man who was drunk while he was drunk. The villain who committed the murder, but he just couldn't bear him.
Although the lingering when drunk is intimate, it is unavoidably tinged with uncontrollable urgency. Jiang Fu sobbed and begged him unbearably, but what he got in return was only more powerful possession and infringement, eating him thoroughly from the inside out. .
His body was so sore, but his heart was sweet and satisfied, but he had to leave alone before the man was as tender and kissed as before, which was always regrettable and lost.
After a brief silence, he was hugged even more tightly, his lips and teeth were pressed against another scorching temperature, his breath intertwined and merged into one, and after the extremely lingering kiss, the slightly disordered deep voice patiently and guiltily explained .
"I was in a daze at the time. I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't bear to let you go. You are so nice, how could I not like you? Even if I forget the past, I am completely fascinated by you." I stayed. But when you woke up the next day and you disappeared, do you know how angry I was? I really wanted to catch you back, break your legs and lock you up."
Jiang Fu, who was so dazzled by the kiss, only heard the second half of his words, and immediately shrank his neck, refusing to mention the following things at such a tender moment, but tried his best to kiss his lips, muttering in a silly way explain.
"I don't remember...you..you hug me, I want you..."
His pale face was rubbed pitifully by the slightly rough fingertips, but his low voice was rejection.
"You are too weak now, you need to take care of yourself."
Seeing that he would be rejected in his dream, Jiang Fu was anxious and annoyed. He wrinkled his face and shed tears of grievance. His soft voice covered the nasal sound of crying, like a weak little milk cat who couldn't even lift its paws, but still refused. Rao pestered people.
"I want you... you hug me... hug me... woo woo woo..."
The more he talked, the more wronged he became. When he thought that he would never see the man he was thinking of again, or even forget him, and then find a new partner to live a happy life, he felt sad and sad.
Pattering tears soon soaked the entire face, and the body that had lost so much blood was exhausted even crying softly, and he looked out of breath as if he would faint at any time.
The person holding him sighed deeply, wiped the tears on his face helplessly and pamperingly, then kissed him tenderly, and said in a low voice.
"Hey, don't cry. If you cry any more, you will pass out halfway. As for other things, I will settle the score with you slowly when you wake up."
Jiang Fu couldn't hear what he was talking about, he just kept crying and acting like a baby. After his weak body was filled inch by inch, his crying gradually stopped.
The gentle and loving movements are always careful not to hurt him, and the intimate and deep kiss slowly dispels his unspoken insecurity.
Jiang Fu thought this dream was so sweet, so sweet that he didn't want to wake up, so sweet that he was both happy and reluctant.
If only it were true.
The door of the villa was opened, and Jiang Si walked in with a tired face.
The kitchen on the first floor has an open layout. He was stunned when he saw Yuan Chen who was washing rice and cooking porridge, and then asked unhappily.
"Where's my cousin?"
"Sleep upstairs."
Yuan Chen filled the pot with a certain amount of water, and reminded him when he caught a glimpse of him planning to go upstairs.
"You'd better not go see him yet."
Jiang Si almost fell when he went up the stairs, he ran up to Yuan Chen and grabbed his clothes aggressively, questioning in disbelief.
"He's so weak and you still make things difficult for him! Do you really like him?"
Yuan Chen was too tall, and when he looked down at him with a forceful aura, he stretched out his hand and brushed Jiang Si away. He didn't intend to explain more, but just told him.
"I will take care of him. Thank you earlier. If that little noble has caused trouble to you, I can help you solve it."
"No!"
Jiang Si frowned and stared at him, and walked to her bedroom with a dark face and muttering after a while.
He had taken the antidote for the potions he had researched beforehand, so he woke up after being in a coma for a day after being attacked by the little nobleman with a stun potion.
At that time, the little nobleman was lying on the side of the bed staring at him guiltily, with tears in his eyes. When he saw him wake up, he fell off the chair in fright, and then crawled under the bed with guilt and nervousness.
Jiang Si: "..."
While listening to the little nobleman's trembling confession, while checking the text messages left by Jiang Fu that resembled a suicide note, Jiang Si almost exploded with anger.
He didn't care about accusing his troubled cousin, he quickly found out his whereabouts yesterday, and then rushed to the Galaxy Hotel to find Yuanchen.
At that time, he blushed the moment he entered the room, told Yuan Chen everything in an impatient and angry manner, and asked him if he wanted to restore his memory.
At that time, Yuan Chen's heart was full of anger and bewilderment over the inexplicable disappearance of his lover, and he agreed to him without hesitation after listening to it.
So Jiang Si tried every means to take him into the laboratory, and then sent all the data stored in the dormant cabin back to his brain. When he opened his eyes again, Yuan Chen suddenly became an artificial human without emotion, but Human emotions are revealed in the words and eyes.
If it is not urgent, Jiang Si really wants to study this magical existence of him.
However, after leaving the experimental base, Jiang Si found that he accidentally left the small instrument he was researching in the laboratory, so he sneaked back by himself, but this time he was caught by the guards and was almost sent to prison. in federal prison.
And the little nobleman who felt guilty for cheating him has been following them secretly, and when he found that Jiang Si was in a dangerous situation, he quickly used his family power to rescue him, pitifully begging him to forgive him, like a sticky brown candy.
But Jiang Si didn't feel bad because he lied to him. After all, this innocent and kind little nobleman was also instigated by Jiang Fu. He just didn't like to get too close to others. The nobles drove away.
After the porridge was cooked, Yuan Chen filled a bowl and walked upstairs. Just as he touched the doorknob, the door suddenly opened from the inside. He was covered in mottled marks and even forgot to wear his clothes. He was almost unsteady standing up. The young man stared at him blankly, big tears leaked from his beautiful black eyes, and fell down patter.
He murmured blankly.
"I... am I dreaming?"
Yuan Chen reached out and hugged him tightly and firmly, then lightly bit his earlobe, and kissed him hard again.
Deep love and pity overflowed from the deep and cold voice.
"It's not a dream, I'm Yuan Chen, Yuan Yuan of Cheng Cheng."