Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

Yin Zhong was awakened by Jian Shou's crying.

The dark night showed that it was still late at night, and the room was extremely quiet. Jian Shou's low sobbing sound was infinitely amplified, and then Yin Zhong, who was in a light sleep, was awakened.

Unable to turn over because of the wound, Yin Zhong could only half prop up his body to look at Jian Shou. The slender body that had broken free from the quilt was shrunk into a small ball, occupying only a small corner beside the bed.

With his back facing him, the round shoulders exposed from the neckline trembled slightly, Yin Zhong could only see half of his wet cheeks under the moonlight from this angle.

The eyes are tightly closed, the crow-feather eyelashes are glued together fragilely, and the corners of the mouth are curled down sadly.

His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he was in a mess as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He clearly hasn't woken up yet, maybe he had some painful nightmare, overflowing with helpless and desperate cries, Jian Shou has always been indifferent.

He has been suppressing it, as if only in his dreams can he unbridledly reveal his painful emotions.

The low sobbing sound in the ear was like a sharp knife cutting the skin one by one, not fatal enough, but it made the pain spread infinitely.

Yin Zhong stared at Jian Shou like this, and was suddenly defeated.

He didn't dare to guess what Jian Shou dreamed about, because no matter what it was, it would be enough to make Jian Shou die again, and it would also make him fall into a reincarnation where life would be worse than death.

The man lay back on the bed stiffly again, his fists pressed tightly against his nose, his eyes were so red that he was frighteningly unwilling to make a sound.

They were clearly on the same bed, but there was an insurmountable gully in the middle, and Yin Zhong suddenly had a very accurate positioning of himself.

For Ah Shou, it was a disaster.

In the second half of the night, Jian Shou was more and more trapped by the nightmare. He wanted to wake up but couldn't open his eyes. Counting the days, it was the early stage of drug addiction.

Two days ago, a strange email broke Jian Shou's heartless life. Uncle Zhong began to urge him, with a threatening tone between the black and white paper.

Unable to hide, he began to emphasize to him how horrific and painful the drug attack is, and if he didn't wait for the drug by the deadline, he might die.

Jian Shou hugged himself, his whole body was extremely cold, like a traveler lost in the ice and snow, he was the only one left in the empty world.

Then when he was so lost that he was about to give up, a source of warmth leaned forward, and the man's broad and hot chest wrapped him completely inside.

The familiar snort passed through his hair, lingered on his swollen eyelids from crying, and made him groan.

It was clearly the sense of security that Jian Shou dreamed of, but when he got it, he wanted to cry even more.

How wonderful it would be if such a hug happened at the time of the initial accident.

Now that he's dying, what's the use?

The two kept embracing until dawn. Yin Zhong didn't close his eyes all night. When Jian Shou woke up and wanted to get up, he realized that his whole body was as stiff as a rock, and he started to cramp when he moved.

A person stayed on the bed for 2 minutes, and when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom, he rolled down from the bed in a hurry, but he kept his heart down and poured hot water again.

The bathtub in the bathroom has been left unused all the time. Since his rebirth, Yin Zhong has figured out why Jian Shou can't use it, and also remembered why Jian Shou drowned while filming.

Jian Shou died of suffocation and excessive blood loss, he always remembered.

But when Yin Zhong stepped into the bathroom, he saw Jian Shou lying in the bathtub, and for a moment he thought he had returned to the past.

The naked body sank into the water, and the white calf fell out weakly, and Jane Shou died there.

The surface of the water suddenly started to rippling violently. When Jian Shou was picked up by Yin Zhong, he took a deep breath twice, and fresh air poured into his lungs.

Heavy objects were placed on his body, and Yin Zhong squeezed into this small space with him, his thighs were just right between his own.

Jian Shou opened his eyes, and a row of clear drops rolled down his eyelashes. Yin Zhong's face was very close to him, with a sadness that could overwhelm him.

The man's eyes were elusively red, and he said nothing, but Jian Shou understood his expression, he thought he wanted to die.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with thinking this way, he really wanted to die.

The right time and place are in harmony with people, and if you don't die, you will never die.

He opened his lips slightly, but ah, the man will be left alone in this world. This rotten world full of sin and desire will become the only prison for men.

Her slender fingers caressed the man's cheek, half pity and half gloating.

"Do you think I'm going to kill myself?"

He smiled lightly, almost dazzled the man's eyes, "You are not dead yet, why would I want to die?"

The man didn't seem to understand the sarcasm, but finally got a promise, his whole body relaxed, and the cold sweat on his temples slipped from his jawbone to the tip of his chin.

The Adam's apple began to roll up and down, and the exhaled breath was gradually infected with the heat of desire.

On the cheek was the warmth of his lover's palm, Yin Zhong rubbed it greedily like a comforted dog.

"Ah Shou, I want you."

It was a hoarse pleading, and the beloved was right in front of him, easily igniting all his nerves.

Just last night, he made a decision to send Jian Shou abroad and dispatch half of his staff to protect Jian Shou abroad.

He was very worried about Jian Shou's current state of mind, afraid that Jian Shou would drive him crazy because he hated him, but he didn't know when he would see him again.

Longing will overwhelm him, Yin Zhong longs to have Jian Shou again.

The lower body was so hard that it ached, but the young man in front of him still looked indifferent, with no hint of emotion in his brows or eyes.

Yin Chong sighed, held Jian Shou's hand on his face and let go, he didn't want to force him, after dealing with Uncle Zhong's matter, he would go abroad to find him.

The water swayed again, and when Yin Zhong wanted to back away, Jian Shou suddenly grabbed the utensil that had already been frenzied and hot, and the meridians covered on the cylinder were throbbing in the palm of his hand.

Just like Yin Zhong's heartbeat now, he overturned the boat floating on the sea in an instant!

The waves kept coming one after another, and the man completely wrapped the young man into his arms, leading him into the climaxes.

The snow-white thighs were wrapped around the man's strong waist, the young man avoided the man's injured shoulder, and his forearm was hooked around his neck.

At this moment, they had a tacit understanding, and they both regarded this love as the last indulgence and gift.

The hot thing goes deep into the body, filling up the soft inner wall, and the pleasure climbs from the tailbone to the top of the head, making it tingling.

The regular sound of water and slapping gradually accelerated, and more than half of the water in the bathtub was spilled, revealing their connected private parts, which were secretive and erotic.

Desire dominates all the senses, and everything is joyful and enjoyable.

The back of Jian Shou's neck bumped into Yin Zhong's palm again and again, as if he was protecting some fragile treasure.

The temperature of the remaining water gradually dropped, but the temperature in the room was pushed to the boiling point. Yin Zhong's arched back was like a tall mountain, and the mountain torrent was about to erupt.

Jian Shou's teeth biting his lower lip were pried open by Yin Zhong's tongue, and he moaned in pain with joy, which was like strong wine for aphrodisiac in Yin Zhong's ears.

So I couldn't bear it anymore, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and the two of them vented out together!

"I love you, Shou."

Love words are like honey that seduces people, leaning on Jian Shouying's shoulder with heavy forehead, panting in low pressure, like a wolf that has just finished hunting.

The scalding liquid burned the delicate inside, and also burned Jian Shou's nerves. The red lips swollen from kisses opened slightly, and spit out a merciless word.

"roll."

Yin Zhong was startled for a moment, then raised his head.

The blush on the young man's face hadn't dissipated yet, and after the lust had passed, his eyes were as silky as seductive. He was as beautiful as a fairy that sucked people's soul, but his words pierced people's heart so coldly.

Yin Zhong didn't speak or waved his hands away, but turned on the hot water in the faucet to clean up Jian Shou, and the sticky liquid flowed out from his fingers.

The young man's body is a perfect masterpiece of God, Yin Zhong wiped the person in his arms clean with a towel, and then put on clothes for him.

He carried him out of the bathroom: "Go down and have breakfast first, I'll pack up and go to the company to have a look, and I'll come back to have dinner with you in the evening."

I thought that Jian Shou would say something to refuse, but unexpectedly, he was readily accepted.

"Okay, I'll wait for you tonight."

Yin Zhong watched Jian Shou walk out of the bedroom, wiped the water on his face, and ignored the strangeness in his heart, he should have gotten used to A Shou's fluctuating hot and cold.

In the afternoon, Lin Yu came to Yin's house and said he wanted to get some materials, but Jian Shou didn't ask much, but Lin Yu couldn't help but say something when he left.

"I also hope that Mr. Jian will not get angry with Boss Yin in the past two days, and Boss Yin will give you back your freedom."

Jian Shou closed his collar that was leaking, showing no emotion on his face. He seemed to ignore Lin Yu's words, turned around, went upstairs and walked into the bedroom.

He opened the locker in the closet, searched up and down but couldn't find his household registration book, Jian Shou suddenly guessed Yin Zhong's decision.

Send him abroad and set him free.

Jian Shou knelt on the ground, his brain hurting intermittently, like an electric drill piercing into his temple, he had no doubt that when the drug addiction broke out, he would die of pain.

Cold sweat fell drop by drop on the floor, it took an unknown amount of time for Jian Shou to recover, his face became paler and paler.

He tidied up the things in the cabinet again, smoothed the hair on his forehead, and then went downstairs.

The aunt in the kitchen has already started to prepare the dishes for tonight, taking out the fresh meat to defrost, and washing the cabbage leaves, but Jian Shou walked in and called for a stop.

"Auntie, you don't need to cook tonight's meal. Go home early today."

The aunt was still hesitant: "Then who will cook? Sir, Boss Yin paid for it, so I dare not be lazy."

Jian Shou groaned, rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it, I'll let Yin Zhong know, you don't have to worry."

My aunt came to Yin's house to cook every day, and she also had some guesses about the relationship between the two masters, thinking that it was because they had to spend time with each other before sending her away.

So he wiped his hands with the scarf, and said embarrassedly: "Then please trouble sir, I will go home first."

In his previous life, Jian Shou pushed a lot of work. He studied recipes when he was in a hurry at home. He learned quickly and made better and better. on him alone.

Yin Zhong's taste is mild, but he himself likes spicy food, so there are always two kinds of cuisines on the dinner table. Occasionally, Yin Zhong's appetite will be aroused by the spicy aroma, so he can try a piece or two.

Just this little chili can make Yin Zhong's lips red and swollen.

The dishes tonight are not very rich, Jian Shou made three dishes and one soup, which happened to be enough for two people, and he also opened a bottle of red wine to taste first.

It is indeed a high-priced good wine. After drinking it, it will leave a fragrance on the lips and teeth, and it also has a sweet aftertaste.

His eyes lit up, so he had a good drink at the last moment, um, no regrets.

Jian Shou took out a small paper bag from his pocket, shook all the white powder into the wine bottle, covered the cork and shook it...

Yin Zhong returned home at six o'clock in the evening. At this time of winter, the sky was already dark, and there was a smear of red glow in the sky, which was as dazzling and gorgeous as fresh blood.

Yin Zhonghui would like to have dinner with Jian Shou, but he never expected to eat the dishes cooked by Jian Shou again. When he saw the familiar dishes on the dinner table, his eyes felt a little hot.

He took off his suit, went to wash his hands, and sat across from Jian Shou with a flattered expression on his face.

Today he has gone through all the formalities, including sending Jian Shou abroad and the distribution of inheritance.

In fact, Yin Zhong has been restless today, this is the first Christmas he has encountered since his rebirth, and the painful memory of the last Christmas is like a torrential rain, pouring into his mind irresistibly.

But now that the day was almost over, he gradually felt relieved.

Jian Shou cooked a plate of spicy chicken, and the dried red peppers stimulated his taste buds. He watched Yin Zhong eating the spicy chicken with some surprise. The man was obviously too spicy, but he didn't want to stop.

His lips became red and swollen, and dense cold sweat emerged from his nose and forehead.

It looks so silly.

Jian Shou finally couldn't help but said, "Don't eat if you can't eat it."

——But I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it in the future.

Yin Zhong opened his mouth, and the cold wind poured into his mouth to relieve the hotness. After all, he didn't say what was in his heart, and he always felt that it was not auspicious to say so.

It's like... like he's going to die.

Yin Chong scooped up a bowl of mullet stewed chicken soup, which was mellow without artificial flavoring. In his previous life, Jian Shou almost made all kinds of soups at home, but he still remembered that he liked to drink this soup the most.

After Yin refilled two bowls of rice, he realized that Jian Shou hardly spoke.

Most of the dishes on the plate were finished, Yin Zhong apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Ah Shou, I shouldn't have eaten so much, I was just too surprised..."

Jian Shou shook his head, satisfied with Yin Zhong's not wasting, he had no appetite in the first place.

Drug addiction has been clamoring to rush out and embarrass him, he endured until his cheeks began to stiffen.

He pulled out a perfunctory smile and poured wine for Yin Zhong and himself: "Drink."

Yin Zhong took the wine glass in Jian Shou's hand, the red wine exuded a lustrous color under the hazy yellow light, very beautiful and attractive, just like A Shou who was placed on the tip of his heart.

Yin Zhong and Jian Shou looked at each other, and there was a subtext in each other's eyes that the other couldn't understand.

"Bang~" They touched the cup noodles, but the crisp voice set off a storm in their hearts.

Jian Shou withdrew his wine glass and put it to his mouth, he didn't finish his mouth for a long time, his eyes were locked on Yin Zhong's wine glass.

Yin Zhong's fingers were scalded by Jian Shou's persistent gaze, and he trembled on the cold glass surface. He took a sip of the aroma of red wine, which was intoxicating enough, but mixed with other dangerous things.

Yin Zhong suddenly wanted to laugh a little bit, but he couldn't laugh out of embarrassment.

After shaking the wine, he became less optimistic in an instant. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the red wine gave off a burning sensation in his stomach.

Holding the cup of noodles tightly with his fingers, as if he wanted to crush it, he couldn't bear to look at Jian Shou's eyes, so he missed the flash of water in his eyes.

Jian Shou really didn't expect that Yin Zhong would still drink the problematic glass of red wine after he found out.