He didn't know what Lin Weaving's happy reply was replying to, was he willing to leave or what?

Jing Xun cut the ingredients a little absentmindedly, and Wei Jinrong's words echoed in his mind repeatedly.

- He'll get tired of you soon, and he's just a whim for you.

- Don't you really think that you can have him all the time, what attracts you to him, your illness?

- There is only one way to make him never leave you.

- He's leaving, aren't you going to do it yet?

Jing Xun lowered his eyes and cut the beef on the cutting board.

The blood overflowed as the tip of the knife squeezed, spreading continuously.

What if Lin Weaving left before he could heal himself?

What if it can't be cured?

The footsteps gradually approached the door, Jing Xun saw Lin Zhi's hand pressed on the doorknob of the door, and asked a little nervously, "Where are you going?" ”

Lin Zhi lifted the things in his hand, blinked and said, "Throw away the garbage." ”

"I'll just leave these things to me."

Jing Xun washed his hands, took the garbage bag in Lin Zhi's hand, opened the door and put it outside.

The setting sun fell on Lin Zhi's face, and as the door closed, the light disappeared.

Lin Zhi felt Jing Xun's tension, but he didn't speak, and sat back in the living room as if he was waiting for dinner.

Even though Lin Zhi didn't show any desire to go out or want to leave, Jing Xun was still a little uneasy.

He couldn't imagine losing the world of Lin Weaving, and he couldn't bear the life of not being able to touch or even see Lin Weaving.

When he had already kissed and hugged to become closer to Lin Weaving, he couldn't accept that there was any possibility of any regression in their relationship.

Jing Xun's eyes rolled slightly, he processed the ingredients and began to cook, and the light of the fire was reflected in his gray-blue eyes.

There is beef stew with red wine for dinner, Jing Xun has been living alone to take care of himself, although he does not have high requirements for the quality of his food, but he has some talent for cooking, and the taste is not bad.

Lin Zhi ate happily, and suddenly heard Jing Xun speak.

"Are you leaving?"

Lin Zhi thought that he could be regarded as speaking, after all, the melancholy puppy couldn't hide his thoughts, and that appearance almost put the four words worry on his face.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Lin Zhi still didn't give a definite answer, and he didn't say he would go.

"I heard you calling, can you take me with you if you're leaving?"

"I won't trouble you, I will take care of you, I will paint, if you have a favorite painter, I can introduce you to you, as long as you like it, I will try to do it."

Jing Xun's voice was low and hoarse, with some urgency.

He didn't think of any advantage he had, and he didn't hesitate to use the only thing he had to attract Lin Weaving, even if it required him to leave the security realm.

Chapter 110: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

"I don't need you to do this for me."

When Lin Zhi spoke, the curvature of the smile on his lips did not change.

His tone was still gentle, and his voice was still so beautiful, but Jing Xun unconsciously grabbed the tablecloth, and his expression was very gray.

It's as if the only thing that can be said to be an advantage is denied, which is good but the person in front of you doesn't need it.

Jing Xun has always thought that being dependent and needed is a troublesome thing, because he likes to be immersed in his own world alone. Now I realize that not being needed is the most cruel.

Lin Zhi looked at the young man in front of him with some pity, he couldn't help but support his cheeks with his palms and put on an ornamental posture.

It's so cute, it feels like I'm about to cry.

"Because my favorite painter is right in front of me."

Lin Zhi's eyes were curled a little, and the smile on his face became more and more vibrant.

Jing Xun raised his head sharply and looked at Lin Zhi in a daze.

His grip on the tablecloth tightened, but this time it was a little overwhelmed.

He knew that his paintings were very popular, and he knew that Lin Zhi liked his paintings, but when he heard Lin Zhi say this, he couldn't help but be excited.

But in an instant, he forgot the sadness of the previous moment, because Lin Zhi said that he liked it the most, he liked it the most, and if there was no one, everyone else would be ranked after him.

"Dinner was delicious, I like it very much, are you done with that painting?"

Lin Zhi looked at Jing Xun, wiped the corners of his lips, and changed the topic.

Jing Xun shook his head and responded with Lin Zhi asking what to answer: "It still needs to be refined." ”

Lin Zhi nodded: "Okay, you finish painting first, let's watch a movie together tomorrow." ”

Movie? Lin Zhi wants to watch a movie with him?

Jing Xun hurriedly replied: "It's okay, I can draw it after watching the movie." ”

A film is up to two hours, the paint doesn't dry so quickly, it doesn't delay anything, if it is necessary to extend the time, he can make the paint a little wetter.

"Then I'll pick up the pieces, put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, and I'll clean them up later."

"I'll just come."

Jing Xun stood up and cleaned up the plates on the table.

"It's okay, the housework at home can't be done alone, since you cook, then I'll be responsible for cleaning."

Jing Xun became more and more dizzy in Lin Zhi's words, Lin Zhi said home, Lin Zhi already regarded this place as his home?

Jing Xun didn't insist again, but when Lin Zhi was sitting on the sofa and picking out movies on his mobile phone, he silently cleaned the dishes and chopsticks and returned them one by one.

He realized a little hindsight that Lin Weaving didn't seem to answer his question, but since Lin Weaving said that, it should mean that he wanted to stay, right?

Jing Xun suddenly didn't dare to ask any more questions and didn't dare to seek answers, he lowered his head and wiped the water droplets on his hands, looked at the scabbed wound on his forearm, and looked away after a while.

Lin Zhi showed him the list of candidates when Jing Xun approached him, and asked him which type he was interested in.

"You can choose, I can do it."

Jing Xun replied immediately, he was not picky.

"But I want to know a little bit more about you, which kind of film are you more interested in?"

Lin Zhi leaned on Jing Xun's shoulder and pressed his hand on the back of his hand.

Under the reflection of the light, the young man's eyes were soft, and the sweet fragrance on his body was like a growing stamens and spider silk, entwining people, confusing his mind, and willing to drown in his affection.

"This, or this, is it okay?"

Jing Xun pointed to the two movies he was interested in, but his attention was not on the screen at all.

"Then let's watch this one first today, and watch this one tomorrow."

Lin Zhi first selected a suspense film and made a plan.

Jing Xun nodded without hesitation, there is tomorrow, there is a future, he likes it.

01 looked at the task object, as if he saw a large marionette, as if it had been completely controlled by the host.

It seems a little inaccurate to describe it like this, but it is a little difficult to describe it accurately.

I wonder if there are any cartoons to watch today?

01 watched it intermittently for a few days, and was already in a state of being a little crazy, and secretly prayed in my heart.

Quest object, come on!

The projector was not in the living room in Jingxun's bedroom, Lin Zhi stood up from the sofa, and his figure was suddenly a little unstable.

Jing Xun supported Lin Zhi a little nervously, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, did you twist your foot?" ”

"I haven't stepped out yet, how can I twist it," Lin Zhi said with a helpless smile, pursed his lips slightly, and said with some distress, "It's just that my legs still don't have much strength." ”

There was no complaint or resentment in his expression and words, but he was simply stating the fact that made him a little embarrassed.

But as long as you think about how this fact was created and what form it took to form, the calmer or even more serious it is, the more the tide of love will roar.

The slightly older youth, who was plain to the point of tepid, spoke in a mature and gentle manner, telling about the excessive love that had affected his life.

His countenance has a cold beauty, but also a charming charm that invites people to explore deeply.

I'm afraid that even veterans in the love field can't resist, let alone young people who haven't experienced too much glamorous.

Jing Xun's earlobes were visibly reddened to the naked eye, and the heat spread to his face.

He's not a person who can be easily shy, so this reaction and shyness are not on the sidelines, but more about absolute excitement.

He looked straight at Lin Weaving with undisguised obsession.

"I'll take you."

Jing Xun's voice was a little brisk, and he easily picked up the adult man and brought him into the bedroom.

He placed the projector, and when Lin Zhi was operating, he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Lin Zhi's legs.

He doesn't feel sorry or guilty for doing too much, but he also doesn't feel complacent about it.

He's just happy, sheer happy.

It's nice to be able to be close to Lin Weaving, it's nice to have him, if only we could never be separated.

Thinking of his lost memories and his illness, Jing Xun's lowered head flashed with darkness in his eyes.

It would be nice if the disease would go away quickly, but what should I do...... Jing Xun was a little inevitably anxious, his emotional control ability was not good, but he didn't want Lin Zhi to see his side, so he could only try his best to endure it.

Lin Zhi felt the pause in Jing Xun's movements, but as if he was pseudo-aware of it, he talked to him about the movie.

Of course he knew that the seeds of anxiety had taken root, but that was what he was going to do.

Lin Zhi is not a person who is willing to stay in a cage forever for others, so he will not stay forever in order to make Jing Xun feel safe, which is a palliative but not a cure.