After rebirth, I want to stay away from bamboo horses

Zhang Beining took out a tissue, sat next to him, wiped Lu Mingyu's sweat, patted him across the quilt and asked softly: "Xiaoyu, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why are you sweating so much?"

Lu Mingyu seemed to have heard the voice, and opened his eyes slightly. Looking at the face so close, he felt aggrieved and grabbed the flesh of his upper abdomen: "I feel so uncomfortable. Is this a dream? Are you serious?"

"Where do you feel bad? What nightmare did you have?" Zhang Beining found that Lu Mingyu's hair was wet and thought he had a nightmare.

Hearing Zhang Beining's voice, Lu Mingyu let go of the hand holding his stomach, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Beining's arm in front of him, took his hand and pressed it on his heart: "I I feel uncomfortable all over my body...wuwuwu...am I going to die?"

Lu Mingyu's fast-paced heartbeat came from the palm of his hand, and even Zhang Beining's heartbeat became disordered: "How could it be? What nonsense are you talking about? You will live for a long, long time."

"But I really hurt. It hurts so much that I almost can't breathe." When he thought that Zhang Beining was going to be a married man soon, Lu Mingyu felt like his heart was twisting in a knife, and the pain felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Silly boy, what are you talking about when you are drunk? Go to sleep well." Zhang Beining withdrew his hand and stroked his hair lovingly.

Lu Mingyu still seemed to feel uncomfortable, his eyes were blurred, as if he had a premonition that Zhang Beining was about to leave, so he held Zhang Beining's hand and wouldn't let go.

Zhang Beining let him pull him, and gently touched Lu Mingyu's face with his other hand to comfort him. When he faced Lu Mingyu's wet, half-opened eyes, the person in front of him was as cute and lovable as a deer.

Under the weak light, Lu Mingyu's face was shone with a warm light. Zhang Beining looked at it and felt that he was getting drunk again.

The next second, Lu Mingyu grabbed the tie on his chest and pulled it down. The distance was very close, almost touching. Lu Mingyu gasped uncomfortably: "You didn't even hide away... You really are." Fake……"

Zhang Beining remembered that in the past, Lu Mingyu always liked to bring a bunch of comic books over, sit in his room, and read on his bed.

When I look back after playing the game, I will often see Lu Mingyu's slender white calves dangling in the air. Occasionally, he will unconsciously curl up his toes when he sees a happy spot. Those legs seemed to have hooks, which made Zhang Beining dream about it several times. It was not a pure dream.

Later, Lu Mingyu came over with the comic and when he wanted to share it with him, he would always shy away subconsciously, fearing that if he posted it too close, he would be embarrassed if there was any bad reaction.

After so many years, they were so close again, only a punch apart. Their breaths hit each other's faces. They were hot, familiar yet unfamiliar. Zhang Beining felt as if his eyes could no longer tolerate anything else.

Lu Mingyu seemed to be about to speak, he opened his mouth, and just said "I...", the next second, a burning kiss fell, covering his lips, blocking out all his subsequent words.

His stomach still hurt, but the heat from his lips seemed to burn him. The eager and passionate tongue stuck out, attacking the city and plundering his breath inch by inch. It was not only his tongue that was uncontrollable, but also his tongue. I have dizzy and confused thoughts.

Lu Mingyu felt hot all over his body, his stomach was uncomfortable and burning, and the person pressing on his chest was so heavy that it almost took away all his breath.

He couldn't tell whether he was in pain or drunk. The feeling of suffocation was so strong that he burst into tears.

He bit hard and uncomfortably, trying to stop everything that was making waves on his tongue.

Zhang Beining was kissing in a daze when his tongue was suddenly bitten. The pain and the taste of rust awakened his confused mind, and he stood up panting heavily.

Touching the blood on the corner of his mouth and seeing the tears in the corner of Lu Mingyu's eyes, Zhang Beining apologized angrily: "I'm sorry, I was drunk."

Lu Mingyu closed his eyes in discomfort, as if he had been drained dry and had no strength to speak.

Seeing Lu Mingyu's face turning red and white, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his brows furrowed... Zhang Beining felt something was wrong. He half-lifted the quilt and saw that Lu Mingyu's hand was covering his upper abdomen, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yu? Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Zhang Beining panicked.

Taxis could not enter the community. Zhang Beining remembered that there had been many guests visiting his home in the past few nights. The family driver, Uncle Zhang, stayed directly at Zhang's house to see off the guests, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Uncle Zhang.

After hanging up the phone, she lifted the quilt completely, and the princess hugged Lu Mingyu. She was still dizzy when she got up. After trying to control her drunkenness and stand firm, Zhang Beining carried Lu Mingyu downstairs.

The lights downstairs were very bright, and Zhang Beining saw clearly that Lu Mingyu's face was pale, and he seemed to have lost consciousness. Zhang Beining was so frightened that he woke up most of the time, and his hands were shaking a little.

Aunt Lu, the nanny, was about to take a break when she heard a big noise coming from the stairs. When she came out to check, she was frightened by Zhang Beining's panicked look on Lu Mingyu's arms and stuttered: "Master Bei, this... this... what's wrong with my young master? "

"Aunt Lu, open the door quickly. Xiaoyu is not feeling well. I have to take him to the hospital."

The nanny said "oh" twice and trotted to open the door with trembling steps.

Uncle Zhang drove quickly and arrived at the downstairs of the Lu family. Zhang Beining carried Lu Mingyu into the car without stopping, and immediately ordered him to drive to the nearest hospital without any delay.

After putting the person on the hospital bed and handing him over to the doctor, Zhang Beining, who was staying outside the emergency room, slumped to the ground with his hands still shaking.

After sitting paralyzed on the ground for more than an hour, the doctor finally came out. He quickly supported the wall and stood up tremblingly. The scarlet in his eyes couldn't be hidden: "Doctor, how is he?"

"The water has been put on, it's okay. Acute gastroenteritis, fortunately it was delivered in time, otherwise it would have been serious, and there may have been stomach bleeding!" The doctor smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Zhang Beining's body, and looked at his shaking body. He shook his head and sighed, "How come young people don't know how to take care of their own bodies! He drinks with you, right? Don't persuade him to drink again in the future, his stomach can't stand it for a long time. If you drink any more, your life will be at risk, something big will happen!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beining frowned again: "It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him, and he almost hurt..."

As he spoke, Zhang Beining became frightened, thinking that if he had not gone up to see Lu Mingyu because of hesitation, then Lu Mingyu would have been alone in the dark night in pain, unable to call for help, and no one would know, and he might not be discovered until the next day. At that time, the consequences would be unimaginable... Thinking of this, Zhang Beining was so sad that he almost cried.