Lin Weaving's eyes were gentle, hiding a vague smile.

After watching it for a long time, it seems that you will fall into it, and it will be difficult to escape.

"When you feel like you're about to hurt me, ......"

Lin Zhi whispered to Jing Xun and released the last fire.

Let people fall into the deepest collapse and madness, and kill people with love.

The already chaotic thoughts were directly pulled and trampled by the lover, and they were bewitched to the extreme.

Jing Xun seems to have become a worm trapped in a cobweb, a prey to be eaten, and a master, holding the flower is enough to tear him apart, making him dilapidated and withered.

It's okay if it's not normal, and it's okay if it's not disguised.

Lin Zhi was not gently picked up, Jing Xun easily carried him on his body and walked towards the utility room.

The road to the basement is dark, and the feeling of squeezing urges people to flee.

The air was filled with the smell of dried blood and dust, the dim lights flickered occasionally, the rough concrete walls rubbed against the back, and the buttons crumbled.

Jing Xun's palms were hot, and the heat seemed to burn the internal organs through the surface of the skin.

All the dark and filthy outpouring, the morbid obsession and attachment, the restlessness and the fear, are mixed with desire as the carrier.

The memories of the past resurfaced disturbingly, this time Jing Xun no longer tried to ignore it, he clearly felt the past, and also felt Lin Zhi's breathing.

The sweet fragrance of the young man washes over the sense of smell, and when you close your eyes, you can fall into a sweet dream.

The heat causes beads of sweat to overflow and blend in the dim light.

Lin Zhi grabbed Jing Xun's clothes, and his fingertips were so hard that he lost his blood.

There is less pitiful warmth in the state of loss of control, more of a thirst for destruction and possession, and the gray-blue eyes are full of gloomy fanaticism.

Lin Weaving's connivance and temptation make it impossible to tell whether this is salvation or completely destroying people.

I like it so much, I like it so much, I like Lin Weaving so much, and I want to never be separated.

Distorted limbs and warm blood occupied the senses, Jing Xun grabbed Lin Weaving's throat and pressed him against the wall, as if the young man was hanging his head and losing his life in front of him.

Death seems to have pushed art to the highest peak, as well as absolute physical pleasure.

With the pleasure came a violent spasm in the heart, Jing Xun blinked his eyes vigorously, sweat from his eyelashes into his eyes, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

Lin Weaving's eyes were distracted, Jing Xun didn't make a ruthless move, even if he was not rational, he followed what he said to Jing Xun before.

When he wants to hurt him, just do it in a different way, even if it is broken and torn.

Jing Xun broke free from his terrifying conjecture and saw Lin Zhi's face clearly.

He was a little unable to exert his strength, his arms were numb for a while, and his palms were full of cold sweat.

"I'm sorry."

Jing Xun hugged Lin Zhi and apologized repeatedly.

"Why are you crying," Lin Zhi leaned on Jing Xun, wiped away his tears with a low chuckle, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you still afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid."

Jing Xun responded in a low voice, hugging Lin Zhi tighter.

At that moment just now, he thought that he had really killed Lin Weaving, like the scene he had once imagined.

It was at this moment that he realized that the things that had been destroyed and reconstructed were not the things he really attracted to him to love.

Torture and killing will not make him happy to indulge, it will not make him really happy, and when he thinks that he has put everything into practice, there is only a cold feeling to the bone.

No matter how much he tried to trap Lin Zhi in a place where only he could see, he wouldn't want to hurt him, he liked to watch Lin Zhi breathe and heartbeat.

Even in the basement, in this almost nightmare place that once trapped him,

He no longer has to be afraid of losing control and hurting Lin Weaving, and he no longer has to be afraid that he will do cruel things for the sake of aesthetics.

The smell of blood in the narrow basement has long been gone, the wind has never been closed in the passage, and there is only the smell of forest weaving around him.

Jing Xun looked at the basement so clearly for the first time after the accident.

It's a very ordinary place, and there is no need to be remembered.

"That's amazing."

Lin Zhi did not hesitate to praise and coax the puppy who shed tears.

When the young and handsome mixed-race youth quietly shed tears with extremely affectionate eyes, it was simply heartwarming.

Listening to Lin Weaving's words, Jing Xun's heart became more and more sore, he knew that Lin Weaving was helping him, how could he be so lucky to have Lin Weaving.

"I like you so much, I want to never be separated from you."

No matter how ugly the ugly side was, Lin Zhi did not dislike him, and Jing Xun returned to his previous straightforwardness.

"Aren't we not separated?"

Lin Zhi meant that he could now enjoy the delicious food he had cooked without worrying about the situation.

Chapter 115: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Jing Xun, who knew very little about this, was simply fascinated, and with Lin Zhi's simple words, Jing Xun immediately connected them more closely.

Jing Xun hugged Lin Weaving out of the basement, if he didn't come here before, he was worried that he would lose control, and if he didn't come here in the future, he just disliked it.

The repetition of the seemingly invincible things carved into his memory and almost integrated with him had been soberly stripped away by him at this time.

Although he will not be able to get along with normal for a while, he doesn't need to be normal.

He finally doesn't have to worry about killing his lover and can dominate his thoughts.

Lin Weaving was not only his muse, but also his savior.

Every step of walking, the movement of going up the steps, the sound of the water is subtle.

Lin Zhi hung on Jing Xun's body, his eyes slightly dilated.

01 can finally watch cartoons with peace of mind.,Just now it didn't care about it at all.,Anxious about the picture.,I don't remember what was played.。

Fortunately, I can play it back, it's really fun!

Lin Zhi was placed on the soft big bed, and the ash on the sweater rubbed against the quilt, but no one cared.

The cement walls and floor of the basement are rough, and the sweater is worn out, and the hem of the clothes is slightly rolled up, which shows the shape of Jingxun.

The clothes and quilt were rolled aside and fell to the ground crookedly.

There is no need to think about anything, and occasionally Lin Zhi will like this feeling of having his brain occupied.

A grand carnival with each other's feasts.

Lin Weaving's cheek was pressed against the pillow, and the world shook.

It's getting late, and the light and shadow are changing.

When Lin Zhi opened his eyes again, it was dark outside, and Jing Xun's body was hot, which was the most suitable pillow in the cold season.

According to the situation, Lin Zhi naturally did not think that he was still staying on the day when the goods were found.

After asking 01, Lin Zhi knew that two days had passed.

Jing Xun's physical strength is good and the demand is high, plus he doesn't need to go out to do anything, so he naturally has a lot of time and energy.

"When you wake up, do you want water?"

Jing Xun was reading a book, and immediately spoke after feeling the movement beside him.

After Lin Zhi nodded, Jing Xun immediately went to the living room.

Lin Zhi stepped on his somewhat limp legs into the bathroom, and held down the sink to stabilize his body.

There is a vague fragment of this in his memory, Jing Xun hugged him to clean, fortunately the shower head has always been warm water, otherwise he might get sick.

Lin Weaving, whose throat was swollen, couldn't speak, he looked in the mirror at the scary bruises on his neck, and began to wash up carelessly.

After washing, Lin Zhi took the water cup, and the warm water flowed into his throat, relieving some discomfort.

After the water cup was empty, Lin Zhi felt his waist being hugged, and then his body was in the air.

"I'll take you to the living room, I made porridge and kept it hot."

Jing Xun carried Lin Zhi to the living room, and there were cushions on the chairs in the living room.

Seeing Lin Zhi touching the cushion, Jing Xun explained: "I bought it with the ingredients." ”

Jing Xun woke up earlier than Lin Zhi, and he got up after staring at Lin Zhi for a while.

He went shopping first, and when he was shopping, he thought about what to prepare for Lin Weaving, and before he knew it, he bought a lot, and he went to pick up Lin Weaving's pants that he had torn in the basement, and then began to clean up, cleaning up the traces of strangers entering and leaving the house.

The long-festering scars were covered with rotten flesh, and now that the rotten flesh had been dug up, Jing Xun's heart was extremely light.

He didn't think about the possibility of facing it, because he wouldn't try with someone else's life, he would only choose to end himself, so he would never know the answer.

But now it's different, Jing Xun sincerely thanked his brother, thank him for taking the initiative to disappear and bring him Lin Weaving.

Lin Zhi tasted the seafood porridge and cast an approving look at Jing Xun.

Jing Xun's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he sat opposite and quietly watched Lin Zhi dine.

The sense of instability on Jing Xun's body had mostly disappeared, and his vision was still abnormal, but Lin Zhi didn't care.

After Lin Zhi ate something, Jing Xun began to clean the dishes.

After quickly dealing with it, Jing Xun shook his phone: "Watching a movie?" ”

Lin Zhi rubbed his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see you draw." ”

Lin Zhi remembered that Jing Xun still had an unfinished painting, a warm-toned painting about him.

"This one?"

Jing Xun took off the cloth covering the easel in the living room, and the painting that was being dried in the shade had obviously been finished.

Lin Zhi looked at the facial features of the person in the painting who had been added at some point, and his expression was slightly paused.