Ling Shang cleared his hand and returned to the bed with a cup of tea, "Drink some water." ”

Ye Mushen couldn't wait to open his mouth.

The cool tea flowed smoothly down his throat, but it still couldn't quench his thirst and burning heat.

"I haven't slept all night, I must be tired, right?" Ling Shang asked softly again.

"......" Ye Mushen felt that he didn't know this person.

Ling Shang slowly drew circles on his lower abdomen, "After waking up all night after working so hard, you probably have hallucinations, right?" ”

Ye Mushen would rather be in a hallucination.

"What if I told you that what you drank just now was actually your own filth......"

All Ling Shang gave him was cold tea.

But after he said this, Ye Mushen really felt a disgusting strange taste in his throat.

His spirit was tense all night, and his calmness and sanity were almost worn out after all.

Brain bombardment opens up bleak fireworks...... He wanted to die immediately.

His stomach churned in pain, and the silk that covered his eyes became wet.

He bit his tongue and began to regret that he had not mastered the method of biting his tongue and killing himself.

Ling Shang was very amused, leaned over and took his mouth in his mouth, and pressed his tongue between his teeth, no matter how much he refused, there was nowhere to escape.

After entangling for a moment, the ribbon in front of Ye Mushen's eyes was already soaked.

Sure enough...... With Ling Shang here, he can't die.

However, at this time, his body still longed for more comfort from Ling Shang......

He finally understood what it meant to be alive rather than dead.

Ling Shang listened to his whimper, raised his eyebrows pleasantly, and his big hands roamed more presumptuously on his sticky body.

Ye Mushen paradoxically greeted and rejected, sometimes infatuated and sometimes disgusted, and the strong sense of shame and hopeless exhaustion was like a vicious beast, cruelly tearing his emotions repeatedly.

He broke down and cried.

At first he wept bitterly, and then the valve of grief was broken, and he cried like an abandoned child.

Ling Shang furrowed his brows and let go of him.

No one likes to kiss a guy who is crying and crying.

"Don't cry." Ling Shang made no secret of the disgust in his voice.

"Brother...... Brother ...... "Ye Mushen's voice was broken, so fragile that people almost couldn't remember how strong and free he was and how unfazed he was.

Ling Shang bit his lower lip tightly, his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a blood-red mist.

He couldn't understand why he was feeling distressed again.

"Brother, I've been ...... for a long time There's nothing left......" Ye Mushen said intermittently, "I was born without a mother, without you...... My aunt is gone, too, and my father still wants my life...... Brother, you weren't there when I needed you the most...... I know you've suffered a lot, but I, I, ......."

"You never needed me." Ling Shang took a deep breath and closed his Yin Owl's eyes, "You have the best brother in the world, Ye Mujing, where can you still think of me." ”

"No, no," Ye Mushen shook his head vigorously, "I survived just to find you......"

"What if you find it? I'm not dead, you're disappointed, aren't you? ”

Ye Mushen didn't know what to say, but cried more sadly.

There was a "brother" in the broken cry.

Ling Shang was distraught when he heard this, and suddenly got up.

He came back a moment later with a chain of Buddha beads in his hand.

Amber is the chief of all amber and the saint of amber.

It is black to the naked eye, but it is an intoxicating crimson in bright light.

There are more than ten Buddha beads, each about the size of a pigeon's egg.

Ling Shang smeared some ointment on the palm of his hand, and after dissolving it, he pinched the Buddha beads and rubbed them in his hand to make them smooth and shiny.