Chapter 68: Think, You (2)

The bedroom is full of photos of Jiang Ziyu. I zoomed in on those photos one by one and pasted them in the bedroom anywhere I could see them.

In the photo, Jiang Ziyu smiled brightly, smiled badly, the way he thought, the way he frowned, and the way he pretended to be stern with a straight face...... Jiang Ziyu in the photo is all moving and magnificent, just like a beautiful man in the Middle Ages.

I hugged the pillow with Jiang Ziyu's coat on it and looked at Jiang Ziyu's photo.

I muttered:

"Jiang Ziyu, will you wake up soon? Jiang Ziyu, as you said, you will love me for the rest of your life, and you will love me until you are old, your teeth will fall out, and you will not be able to move, until the day you go to see God. Jiang Ziyu, how can you talk not count? Jiang Ziyu, you sue me, when will you wake up?"

I thought about Jiang Ziyu.

Thinking of Jiang Ziyu lying on the bed, that lazy look. Jiang Ziyu's hands, pillowed under his head, revealed a faint armpit hair, and the faint light lined Jiang Ziyu like a carving, which was incomparably beautiful.

I was still thinking about the feeling of Jiang Ziyu's slender fingers, gently touching my body. At that time, I felt a faint tickle in my bones, and every cell in my body was happy, moaning, and screaming.

I'm still thinking about Jiang Ziyu's kiss.

Jiang Ziyu's lips were indescribably soft and incomparably hot. He hugged me and brought his face closer, breathing heavily, and squirting hot water into my face. The taste of Jiang Ziyu is very wild and charming, with a charming body fragrance unique to young boys, and I am often intoxicated by this taste, and I can't help myself.

Because I love Jiang Ziyu, I learned to be a virtuous woman.

Like a little wife, I take care of the house neatly and cleanly, cook delicious meals for Jiang Ziyu, and help Jiang Ziyu wash clothes.

The semi-automatic washing machine, which I had been using for an unknown number of years, broke down and could not be repaired, and I did not have the extra money to buy a new one, so I soaked one by one clothes in cold water and washed them.

Jiang Ziyu's jeans are very heavy, and when I rub them in winter, I have soaked my hands in cold water for a long time, and they are red from the cold, but in my heart, I like them.

Jiang Ziyu sings in a bar, has to stay up late, and comes back late every night. I made a special trip to Xinhua Bookstore to buy a cookbook and cook pork rib soup for Jiang Ziyu according to the method inside.

When I make pork rib soup, I am always very careful, the pork ribs are carefully selected, and I have to soak them in water for a long time after I buy them to prevent any injections in the meat. Then, after washing, cut into small pieces two inches square, put them in a pressure cooker, add ingredients, cook over fire, and cook until medium-rare, and then switch to a simmer and boil slowly.

The pork rib soup is sweet and delicious, and the aroma is strong.

In addition to making pork rib soup, my best dish is omelets.

The egg roll I fried was very level: four eggs, a pan, spread a layer, the egg skin was solidified and dismantled, then a layer of egg juice was poured and then dismantled after solidification, and a fat and juicy egg roll was fried.

Jiang Ziyu likes it so much that he never gets tired of eating it.

At that time, I was happy.

Now Jiang Ziyu can only lie quietly and motionless on the bed. I often sat at the entrance of the bed, holding his hand, kissing his face and lips, but he didn't react at all, although the two bodies were close to each other, but I felt that they were far away from the ends of the world.

How many sleepless nights, I thought about Jiang Ziyu. Thinking about Jiang Ziyu's kindness to me, thinking about Jiang Ziyu, who once loved me like that and loved me.

My tears fell.

Wet half of the pillow.

(To be continued)