One Hundred and Thirty-Two: Deep Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Thirty-Two)

the other side.

Jing Yu opened the door and went in. The ward was extremely quiet. Only the man's heavy and even painful breathing could be heard.

She came closer.

Looking at the originally high-spirited man, he was lying on the bed in a daze, his heart aching. His face was pale, and there was no blood on his thin lips.

Jing Yu sat down beside the bed, and the man's thin lips opened slightly and moved. She leaned over to his lips, and when she heard the weak and broken "fish" sound, the tip of her nose became sour, and she couldn't hold back her tears, which fell on his hand.

He seemed to have a feeling and opened his eyes with difficulty.

At first the eyes were dull and unfocused, but gradually they focused on the dreamy little face.

"Fish?" He seemed unsure. When he made a sound, his voice was hoarse. Jing Yu put his hand into his palm, which was cold and covered with a layer of cold sweat. As if feeling the heat, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he clasped his hand weakly, squeezing her hand tightly.

Jing Yu just sat quietly beside his bed while the doctor came in and out, changing his dressing and checking his wounds.

He had many wounds on his body. In addition to gunshot wounds there were stab wounds. This was not the first time that he had been injured in front of him, but this time it was much more serious than the last time.

and……

The last time she saw him injured like this, she felt more guilty and grateful. But this time, it hurt more.

She could see the pain of the wound in her eyes, as if she felt it herself.

In fact, I wish I had to bear all this for him.

After asking about the situation carefully and confirming again and again that it was not life-threatening, I felt more at ease.

Until late at night, he was not fully awake, just half asleep and half awake. As if he was worried that she would disappear, he would occasionally open his eyes, vaguely seeing that she was still there, and then close his eyes again with peace of mind.

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The night is getting darker.

Jingrong was lying on the bed, flipping through the textbook. He hadn't been in class for a long time, but he didn't want to completely miss the course. Wen Yanzhi recently found him a tutor. He is smart and it is not difficult for him to keep up with the lessons.

Wen Yanzhi even knocked on the door.

Just push the door open and enter. Jing Rong raised his head when he heard the sound and met Wen Yanzhi's eyes.

"The servant said you have been looking for me today." Wen Yanzhi walked to Jingrong's bed and sat down. He held Jingrong's textbook in his hand and flipped through it, "How are you doing? Are you keeping up with your homework?"

"I haven't been looking for you." Jingrong replied quietly. The servant was exaggerating. How could he have been looking for Wen Yanzhi? It was just a warning.

Wen Yanzhi chuckled, "I knew you would respond to me like this. After all, what do you want to see me for?"

Jing Rong looked at him calmly, "My sister already knows that I am not abroad now. I can no longer hide this matter from her."

Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment.

Then, he said calmly: "So that's what happened. It's easy to explain. I'll just go and explain it to her. I'll go find her tomorrow and bring her to see you."

Wen Yanzhi closed the book and threw it on his bedside, "Okay, what time is it, go to bed quickly!"

He said, getting up to leave. Jingrong moved his left hand, but with little strength, he held his arm.

Wen Yanzhi stepped back, his eyes locked on him solemnly.

"I have to get out of here!" Jing Rong only threw a few words to him.

"What if I don't want to?"

"You have no right to refuse." Jingrong looked at him with deep eyes and lowered his voice slightly, "We are just friends. Apart from friends, our relationship is nothing."

Those last few words made the veins on Wen Yanzhi's forehead jump.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he threw himself directly on the bed and pressed Jing Rong on the head of the bed.

He stared down at the young man from above, his long fingers caught the young man's chin, and raised his face.

The lines on his face were tense, and his teeth were also tense, "We are nothing but friends? Do you think I am really responsible for your injuries? Even if I didn't take you away, you would still be Kidnapping. I'm responsible!"

Jingrong clenched his fingers and pulled the quilt tightly.

Wen Yanzhi smiled mockingly, "Do you think this is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

"..." Jingrong pursed his thin lips and stared at Wen Yanzhi. After a long time, he finally seemed to make up his mind and asked, "Is what you said last time true?"

"What?"

Jing Rong grabbed Wen Yanzhi's shirt collar, turned over and pinned Wen Yanzhi underneath him. He leaned forward, his eyes filled with scorching fire, but his voice was restrained and calm, "Does it still count if I pledge myself to you?"

Wen Yanzhi's eyebrows jumped.

He opened his lips to say something, but Jing Rong suddenly leaned forward and kissed his lips.

All of Jingrong's kissing experience came from the man beneath him. His kisses were chaotic, jerky and clumsy. However, even this was enough to drive Wen Yanzhi crazy.

A fire exploded from the bottom of my heart. Burning every cell in his body as quickly as possible.

His body was so tense that it was swollen and painful.

Jingrong was breathless from the kiss and pulled away an inch. His fair face turned red.

Wen Yanzhi saw this, and his eyes became a little more doting. The corners of his lips raised with a joking smile, "Brother Jingrong, your kissing skills are really bad."

Jingrong felt it was humiliating for him to say this playfully.

He became angry and kissed her hard again. This time, it's not a kiss, but a bite.

Wen Yanzhi was bitten in pain and slapped his buttocks, "Don't be naughty!"

"Don't touch my place!" Jingrong's face turned redder and his voice became hoarse.

Wen Yanzhi's eyes were filled with lust.

This boy looked like he was reluctant but willing, and he must not know how intoxicating he looked at the moment.

He curved his lips, "Don't you want to pledge your love to me? How can I pledge my love to you without touching you here?"

As he spoke, his fingers penetrated his pajamas in a nasty way.

Jingrong trembled all over, and began to tear the buttons of his shirt. Wen Yanzhi's voice became hoarse, "Slow down, don't hurt your hands."

"Shut up!"

"If you can't untie it, I'll help you." Compared to his impatience, Wen Yanzhi was not in a hurry.

Seeing that he couldn't use much strength in his hands, he simply stretched out his hand and pulled the shirt buttons easily. Revealing a firm and sexy chest.

Jingrong leaned on him, panting and looking at him, his tone was also unstable, "Let me do it!"

"Okay. Let you do it. But can you do it? Little virgin." He laughed playfully and pinched the boy's buttocks. The touch was so good that he felt reluctant to let it go.

Jing Rong asked, "Should you lie on your stomach?"

Wen Yanzhi raised his eyebrows.

"What are you thinking?!"

Jing Rong panted and ordered, "I'll get on you! Lie down!"

What he said didn't sound like a joke. Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

The next moment, he turned over and threw the boy directly onto the bed. The two of them were very different in age and strength.

Jing Rong was certainly not his opponent.

Before he could speak, Wen Yanzhi lifted up his pajamas, revealing half of his waist.

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Don't quarrel over whether to accept gays or not, and don't be rude just because you are gay. There are all kinds of things in the world, and being different from you doesn't mean it's abnormal. Let's understand each other and seek common ground while reserving differences.