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Halfway through the affair, Lan Jing developed a high fever again.

The hot temperature in his body seemed to melt Cong Lang.

But neither of the two stopped, they fucked wantonly, bumped, fucked, gasped heavily together in the dark, and moaned comfortably together.

Lan Jing felt that he was on the top of the rough waves, and his body was repeatedly thrown up and down.

Pain and pleasure collided in the body wave after wave.

He likes the feeling of not caring about anything, abandoning everything and only sinking into desire.

He needs a hearty sex｜love to wash away those entangled bloody figures in his mind.

Cong Lang seemed to know his desire. Unlike usual, he didn't say some provocative and provocative bastard words on the bed, but only made vigorous movements without saying a word.

Later, Lan Jing forgot the time, he didn't know when Cong Lang stopped, and how many times he vented to each other.

I only felt that when the other party hugged him and left the messy bed, sweat mixed with others, and their bodies were muddy.

"Take you to take a shower?" Cong Lang asked, biting Lan Jing's ear.

Lan Jing's voice was very hoarse, and he opened his mouth for the first time without saying a word. Cong Lang took him a glass of water, took two sips, and then said, "You think I'm made of glass, I'm not so delicate, let me down, I go by my own."

So Cong Lang put him at the door of the bathroom, leaned against the door frame, watched Lan Jing walk in, and turned on the shower.

"You want to watch me take a bath here?" Lan Jing turned around and asked after standing in the water.

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, "I've seen and touched this body countless times, so you're not shy, are you?"

Lan Jing pursed his lips, leaning on the wall with one hand, and touched the shower gel for himself. He had a high fever and several hours of exercise in bed, and his physical strength was a bit exhausted at the moment.

The slender and straight legs washed by the water were trembling imperceptibly.

Cong Lang sighed, hugged him from behind, and stretched his hands underneath to help him guide the things in his body out.

"Don't be so brave," he leaned his chin on Lan Jing's shoulder, rubbed his lips against the water drops on the back of his neck, and said softly, "Try to rely on me, huh?"

This is the most touching love story Cong Lang has ever said since he met him.

Maybe it's the atmosphere, maybe it's the most intimate thing I've just done, maybe it's because people's hearts soften when they're sick.

After hearing his words, Lan Jing lowered his head slightly, and said after a while, "I depend on you this time, what about next time? Can I rely on you for the rest of my life?"

"If you really want to, it's not impossible to hold you in the bath for the rest of your life."

Lan Jing glanced at him, but said nothing. Most of what the man said on the bed were lies. Similarly, in a place like the bathroom, how much truth was there?

After taking a bath, Lan Jing came out, took two sleeping pills from the drawer, and swallowed them with cold water.

Cong Lang frowned, "Do you eat this every night?"

The other party already knew too many secrets about him, and Lan Jing didn't hide it, saying frankly, "I can't sleep without eating."

Cong Lang frowned and looked at the medicine instructions, the dosage for an adult is about half to one pill, but Lan Jing just took two pills.

How bad is his sleep?

When I asked him out, he spent this difficult night in bed with me every time.

What about when you're not around?

"I have a headache, let's sleep for a while, why do you want to sleep?" Lan Jing looked at the time and turned his head to ask, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

"I won't sleep anymore." Cong Lang said, "Where is your medicine cabinet? I'll find some alcohol to cool you down."

"No more sweating?" Lan Jing asked smoothly.

Cong Lang blinked, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, with an intriguing smile on his lips, "Do you want me to hug you?"

Lan Jing felt that he had asked a stupid question, and cursed coldly, "Get lost!" Then he closed his eyes.

Cong Lang searched around and found the medicine box under the coffee table in the living room. He took a look at Lan Jing's residence by the way.

The house is empty, without any sense of home life. It seems that the people who live here only regard it as a short-term shelter. They may go out one day and never come back.

When he returned to the bedroom, Lan Jing was still asleep, staring at the ceiling above his head with his red eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Cong Lang walked over and lifted the quilt off him, and Lan Jing grabbed it subconsciously.

"Don't move, I'll wipe it with alcohol for you." Cong Lang blocked his hand and said.

Lan Jing blushed and let go of the quilt in his hand.

When Cong Lang saw the naked body in front of his eyes, he immediately regretted it.

The skin of Lan Jing's whole body was pink due to the high fever, and the mottled traces of lust were very obvious all over the pink skin.

The bathroom was busy cleaning up for him, and he didn't care about admiring it.

At this moment, Cong Lang stared deeply at the lustful and seductive body of his subordinates, at least he held back not to be a beast.

Lying motionless, being stared at naked is completely different from taking a bath or having sex on the bed. Lan Jingben's red face became more and more feverish.

He felt awkward and stiff as Cong Lang raised his arm, and wiped it from both sides of the neck to the arm with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and then from the armpit to the palm of the hand...

A slight coolness spread over his body.

Lan Jing closed his eyes, smelled the faint smell of alcohol in the air, gradually relaxed his mind, and fell asleep.

When the temperature of his body dropped again, Cong Lang stopped, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

The sleeping Lan Jing has faded all the protective colors, his hair is not the same as his temper, it is very soft, loosely scattered on the forehead, the thick and long eyelashes will tremble slightly from time to time because of anxiety, flushing with high fever No, at this moment his face showed a sickly paleness, making him look unexpectedly fragile.

Thinking about the ups and downs of his half-life, Cong Lang couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

This is a very strange feeling, which has never been experienced by others, including Xi Runyao.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to protect this person, no matter what happened in the future, he wanted to protect him under his wings.

This man should smile more, he is so charming and beautiful when he smiles.

He should be as arrogant and dignified as a cat, with no one in his eyes.

If possible, he is willing to rely on him, willing to let him scratch his paws arrogantly and domineeringly, and occasionally nestle in his arms obediently.

Xi Runyao once told Cong Lang that his feelings were too weak, which would make people feel insecure.

Cong Lang admitted this.

Young Master Cong is romantic and passionate, but he is cold in his bones. His understanding of emotions is too thorough, too calm, too rational...he can't feel that kind of strong emotion.

However, at this moment, he suddenly tasted the feeling of heartbeat.

Shu Mingcheng said to let him leave the origin of Lanjing.

This reminder may be a bit late, Cong Lang sighed, he seemed to be unable to get out of his body.