I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

In the huge room, a man was lying on a couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The window screen was slightly lifted by the wind, touching the man's toes one after another.

The man has a deep outline and looks like he is recovering from a serious illness, a little weak.His eyes were closed and he looked like he was asleep, but when he heard footsteps behind him, the man's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was weak and hoarse, as if it involved the beating of the heart, and even his breathing was a little unstable.

"Why are you free to come here?"

"It's okay to take a look." Yan Ruohao walked over to open the door and window of the balcony to let fresh air in, and turned around to see the suspicion in the man's eyes.

Although the person has become like this, those eyes are still as sharp as ever.

"Send Mr. Cong to see the tomb."

One sentence made the man stunned for a moment, and then he heard Yan Ruohao say: "Mr. Cong didn't believe the news of your death, but Qin Sheng shed a few tears. I thought bringing him to see the tomb would make him give up, but I didn't expect .”

"Kneeling out of control on the ground made me think I was wrong."

That was the first time Yan Ruohao saw Cong Jun so flustered, he said he didn't believe it but acted in panic.

Yan Ruohao said: "I thought Mr. Cong wouldn't cry..."

Yan Yiming laughed, how could a flesh and blood person not cry, but Mr. Cong is good at hiding his emotions and piling up all those emotions in his heart, no one knows what he is thinking, no one knows what he really cares about.

"Where are the others?"

"Lie next door."

The so-called lying down actually tied Mr. Cong tightly, and finally blindfolded Mr. Cong.

Mr. Cong had already taken a shower and was changed into a bathrobe. His hands were tied to the head of the bed, and his vision was also dark. He lay on the bed and struggled, his wrists were scratched and he did not give up.

Hearing slight footsteps, Cong Jun stopped struggling and turned to look at the door: "Yan Ruohao, let me go!"

Silence answered him, and then the edge of the bed sank, as if someone had sat there.

Cong Jun immediately became vigilant, Yan Ruohao had never been so close to him: "Who are you?"

A pair of hands came up, and thumbs rubbed Cong Jun's lips.Cong Jun raised his foot and kicked towards the place beside the bed according to his feeling. Although the man expected it, he moved a step slower, and the man who kicked on the strong chest hurt coughed a few times.

"Mr. Cong, is this how you treat me after not seeing you for so long?"

The voice was slightly hoarse, but Cong Jun was taken aback.

Mr. Cong froze there, not daring to say a word, for fear that it was an illusion.

Yan Yiming untied Cong Jun's rope, and frowned when he saw Cong Jun lying motionless on the bed: "What's wrong?"

Mr. Cong suddenly fell silent, and let the black cloth cover his eyes without taking it off.

There was no joy as imagined, those eyes were covered, and Yan Yiming didn't understand what Cong Jun was thinking now.

Reaching out to tear off the piece of cloth, just like the night Yan Yiming got into a car accident, Cong Jun's red eyes were filled with tears, which slid down his cheeks.

He rushed over and bumped into Yan Yiming's arms, Cong Jun hugged him tightly.Bearing the huge impact, Yan Yiming hugged him in his arms, but was startled by the liquid wet on his neck and shoulders just as he was about to speak.

Mr. Cong is fragile, but he never shows it easily.

Listening to the sobbing in his ears, Yan Yiming seemed to have seen Mr. Cong when the car accident happened.

At that time, he was knocked so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, so he could only half-closed his eyes and watched Cong Jun panicking and crying beside him, shouting his name nervously, so helpless that he wanted Yan Yiming to comfort him .

But at that time, Yan Yiming didn't even have the strength to hug him, so he could only watch helplessly and fell into a coma.

What I thought before I fell into a coma was...

After a year, Cong Jun still likes him.

Stretching out his hand to stroke Cong Jun's hair, Yan Yiming suddenly rejoiced that he crawled back from the edge of life and death to see this scene.

"Yan Yiming."

"Ok?"

Then Mr. Cong fell silent, as if he was just calling his name to confirm something.

Yan Yiming smiled, and leaned against Cong Jun's ear: "Cong Jun, I can't go back to China, do you want to stay in China or abroad?"

"Overseas." Cong Jun didn't even think about it, and got Yan Yiming's silence, Cong Jun red-eyed and put his hands on Yan Yiming's shoulders: "I'll stay here, I won't go anywhere."

Yan Yiming pressed Cong Jun's forehead and raised his lips: "I need to rest, I can't rest while you are here..."

"no……"

"Even if I die?"

"no……"

"Then you go back home."

"no……"

When it came to the end, Cong Jun's voice was as weak as a mosquito and was buried between Yan Yiming's lips, and within a few seconds he noticed that Yan Yiming's breathing was unstable. Cong Jun gently pushed Yan Yiming away.

Yan Yiming touched Cong Jun's forehead with a low smile: "Look at you, it's a grind."

Cong Jun looked away, his red eyes were like being bullied and cried by Yan Yiming: "Anyway, I'm not going anywhere."

Yan Yiming was laughed angrily by Cong Jun: "Are you relying on me?"

"Yan Yiming, you will be responsible to me for the rest of your life."

Abandoned everything, except Yan Yiming.Although this person is a man, he is also his only spiritual pillar.

I might go crazy without you.

Yan Yiming looked at those clear eyes that seemed to have been washed by the rain, looked at his own reflection in the eyes, smiled and responded softly: "Okay."

Since this life started, he never thought of letting go.

Even if he dies, he probably won't let go.

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