He carefully wiped my wounds, his face full of distress. "I'm sorry, Rui, I really didn't mean to."

"Oh, got it." Although I liked him in my heart, I didn't want to show it, so I just turned my head to the side and didn't dare to look at him.

He moved very lightly, as if he was afraid of causing me a second injury. After a simple cleaning, the wound can be regarded as stopping the bleeding, but it feels very painful in the back... What can I do with the tuba during this time? It's a question...

"Thank you for coming today... Thank you..."He sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head after covering me, although I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel the warmth he brought me from his tone.

"Wear some clothes, do you want to play hooligan by sitting like this?" I slapped his bare buttocks lightly or heavily, well~ very elastic, but compared to me, it was still almost there.

"What's this, it's not the first time you've seen it anyway." He looked up at me again and grinned smirked. Child, what a child, without a hint of shame ...

The physical pain and the exhaustion after the passion just now, I just want to take a good rest. When I closed my eyes, Ouyang Ze opened the topic again.

"Now, I'll explain it to you, but you'll have to tell me who called you later." It's okay not to mention it, as soon as I mentioned the explanation, I recalled the ** posture of the coquettish and bewitching woman writhing beside him just now.

"Shut up! It's your business how you like to, I don't want to hear it. "I turned my back to him because I didn't want him to tell me some cruel truth, like that the woman was his fiancée or something.

"She... It's called Liu Yu... He didn't listen to me, but continued in a flat tone, as if telling a story.

"She once confessed to me, and I refused. When I told her I was gay, she still didn't give up on me, and still wanted to be with me... I don't like her, though, really. What I like is you. ”

As he spoke, he put his hand on my shoulder and gently twisted the skin on my shoulder.

"Okay, got it. I was sleepy and slept. I shook off his hand on my shoulder, covered my head under the quilt and was about to sleep.

"Trust me, I really like you." He still didn't give up tugging at the corner of the quilt, pulling back and forth to ask for my forgiveness.

It's not that I don't want to forgive him, it's just that I can't forgive him. It's not like this, this thing is at best I ate an old woman's vinegar, I hate him that night with that MB...

I'm not a clean person, but I don't want my lover to outside, maybe that's the real me... Selfish...

"Okay, got it. I'm going to sleep. I still replied to him coldly, without saying anything more.

"So... Now it's your turn... Who is the person calling you? Why don't you let me see it? He lifted the corner of my quilt again, reached in and asked me.

The originally warm quilt suddenly opened an opening, and the cold breath came in at once. "It's cold! You're stupid! Cover me with the quilt! I want to sleep! "When I backhanded the corner of the quilt that he lifted, he grabbed my hand at once.

"If it's cold, I'll come in and warm the quilt for you." As he spoke, he slipped in like a fish from the corner of the lifted corner, sticking to my back, and his scorching heat instantly drove away the chill from his spine.

"Okay, let's talk about it now." He leaned into my ear and kissed my earlobe and whispered.

The hand that had just grabbed me did not let go, but parted between my fingers so that each of his fingers could get stuck between my fingers, and he put my hand and his hand on my chest, feeling the frequency of my heartbeat.

"There's nothing to say, you don't have the right to ask about me." In the darkness I closed my eyes, and my tone was as cold as ever.

"Why do this to me? Was it just because of that night? I've already explained it all! I don't like him! It's just a physical need! He accentuated his tone, his hands clenching tighter.

"Yes, that night. I ran back halfway to find you, and I saw this! What do you think I should do? "There was nothing left of the sleepiness that he disturbed, so I simply lifted the quilt and turned around to look at him.

"You... Jealous? He seemed very happy to hear that I was angry, and asked me kindly.

"That's right! I'm jealous! "As soon as my brain was hot, I told the "truth" at once.

"I knew you loved me! Otherwise you wouldn't be jealous of me! He hugged me excitedly and whispered in my ear.

"Who TM loves you! Get lost! I struggled to push him away, my face still as angry as before.

"Love is love, why deny it! I said it would be good for you! Can't you trust me! "He looked at me with such a melancholy expression, exactly like the one he had that morning.

Looking at this man in front of me, I was really helpless...

Why does he like me? Where am I doing? Why do I fall in love with him again? Love this guy who stimulates my heart again and again?

God really likes to play tricks on me and make me like someone I shouldn't like...

"I said, I don't like you. I ran out that night thinking you'd let that guy go for me so I could get the check you gave me, and all I wanted was your money! Your money! Got it! "I made up a ridiculous reason for my jealousy, a reason that people would want to slap me in the face when they heard it.

"You've never liked me?" He looked at me sadly, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

A man, for the sake of love, did not hesitate to shed all evil tears! I really have nothing to say.

"Yes, I've never liked you. Never. "I tried to relax and talk to him peacefully.

Listening to my reply, he broke down...

The sad expression just now suddenly became blank, and the tears in the corners of his eyes also dripped on the sheets, wetting a circle of marks. For a long time, he didn't speak, just looked at me like a puppet.

"Is that the guy who called you... Do you like him?" he still stared at me blankly.

"No, don't guess. The person I like is still in his mother's belly. I sat up with difficulty on the bed, leaned on the head of the bed and said to him, after all, I was stimulated like this, if I hit him again, he would go crazy...

"Can you give me a chance? Let me chase you? He tilted his head back in a begging expression, tears still visible on his face. Such a look down is really pitiful.

"Well, you can do whatever you want." After all, the love for him in my heart is not so easy to let go, and I don't want to extinguish the flame of his hope now, so the only way to do it is to promise him. As for later... Let's take it one step at a time...