die for

Ruan Qingjue did not sleep soundly and drowsily, and the quilt on her body would be kicked to the ground from time to time.Kong Sang stayed on the sidelines until the third watch, couldn't help being sleepy, and carefully fell down beside him.

He carefully covered Ruan Qingjue with the quilt, the man moved dishonestly, Kong Sang took the opportunity to wrap him up like a silkworm baby, and hugged him in his arms.

Kong Sang saw his gaze changed, as if something was awake at this moment and was suppressed back again.

Two people are very close, and their breathing can intersect freely.Kong Sang remembered that she was kicked by Ruan Qingjue to sleep alone since she was a child, and she had never been so close as now, and hugged him very tightly by magic.

In fact, anyone who has eyes and has a good sense of aesthetics should think that Ruan Qingjue is not bad looking, heroic but not feminine, delicate facial features with a little rouge are beautiful.

If he is awake, the mouth that owes him so much that he wants to be slapped at any time will make people think that he is difficult to get along with, he is tall and unprincipled, women don't want to rely on him when they see him, and men think he is not low enough when he sees it, so naturally he won't Someone likes it.

But if he falls asleep, everything changes.The back became thinner, and the slightly bowed body curled up cautiously, fearful.The exposed hands were always cold, and people couldn't help but hug him into his arms and take care of him carefully.

Cold sweat drenched his already thin clothes, outlining his outline, his thin and feeble body, like a dying swan, silently waiting for death.

When Kong Sang bandaged his wound, he found that his skin was bluish white, like a slowly decaying body, silently suppressing another story that had ended.He had no way of knowing that story, and he was unable to accept it, and even he was essentially afraid of knowing the truth.

Kong Sang looked at his lightly pursed lips, bloodless, flimsy like the most ruthless person in the world.But in fact, besides having no conscience, this person is not as bad as imagined.

Although Ruan Qingjue didn't raise people like other fathers, he still left the most profound touch in his life. No matter how he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide it, and he would never forget it.

And he... seems to be drawn by something, always wanting to get a different response from it.

Maybe it was true, as he said, because of the previous life.Then he must have not accompanied this person to the end for some reason.

Carefully touching Ruan Qingjue's lips, the man did not wake up, and the wound on his forehead was still red with blood after being carefully bandaged with medicine.On the white cloth, it is like a withered plum blossom, the beauty of defeat.

He knew that the old monster who was his father was not just treating him like a son, but Ruan Qingjue would never allow either of them to do anything out of line.

There was something invisible between them, making Ruan Qingjue close herself forever.

He wants to break him. , Kong Sang thought, approaching his lips full.

"Ruan Qingjue, did Bai Lin treat you like this?" Kong Sang put a kiss on his finger, and pressed it lightly on his lips.

Unfortunately, he didn't do that.

If possible, what he wants is far more than that. He always suppresses everything that is inherent in this person, but never dares to show it. No matter whether there is really a demon living in his heart, that is all what he really wanted.

But now is not the time, he will own this person, but only when he has the ability to fully control this person.

Of course, he also knew that the person who forcibly stayed had opened a game for them, and he would not be the first cicada to die.

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Kong Sang couldn't ask for Ruan Qingjue...