spirits in throat

At ten o'clock in the evening, in the Junlin Community, lights are projected from the windows of each building.An old man over sixty was sitting in a wheelchair looking at a building opposite.

His legs have been paralyzed for 20 years. His wife ran away with another man shortly after his car accident and never came back to see him.

His daily life is taken care of by a nanny, he has no children, and only a distant niece will visit him.

He was very bored every day. During the day, he sat by the window and watched the pedestrians coming and going downstairs. At night, he stared at a window of the building opposite.

Visible through a pane of glass, the young woman was coming home from get off work.

She entered the door with large and small shopping bags in her hand, put the takeaway box on the dining table, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then went to the bedroom to help the man lying motionless on the bed and brought him to the dining table.

The two sat facing each other and began to eat dinner.

The distance is too far, only blurred figures can be seen, and the faces of men and women cannot be seen clearly. The old man shook the thermos on his hand, his eyes full of envy.

The man seemed to be more paralyzed than he was, almost unable to move his whole body, whether in the bedroom or going to the restaurant for dinner, he was all supported by a woman, like a puppet.

The young and beautiful woman did not abandon him, and took good care of him every day like a lover in love.

The woman seems to love this man very much, and every once in a while she will put down what she is doing to kiss the man's forehead or lips.

After a good meal, the woman helped the man to the sofa and turned on the TV.Let the man sit on the sofa and watch TV, while he himself sits in front of the mirror and dresses up.

After a while, the woman stood up and drew the curtains on the balcony connecting the living room and dining room.

"Uncle," Cao Lulu came over, pushed the old man in the wheelchair into the living room, and chatted casually, "What are you looking at every day?"

The old man looked down at his paralyzed legs, sighed, and said slowly: "I envy you, that's the one who really has feelings, good feelings."

The old man turned his head and asked, "What did the Public Security Bureau say, did you find Gu Ming?"

Gu Ming is Cao Lulu's ex-boyfriend who has been missing for a year. She frowned: "No, I'll think of a way."

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"You are not allowed to go to bed unless you wash your feet." Rong Zhao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and saw Zhou Ye lying on the bed leaning on the pillow, with his feet on the quilt, "There are bacteria on the feet, which made the bed dirty."

Rong Zhao had a sensitive nose, and when he got close, he could smell a bit of foot odor, and wished he could pick up the person on the bed and throw him into the river to wash it several times.

"I just changed my shoes today, and I haven't taken off my socks, so they're not dirty." Zhou Yelai got up on the bed and looked at Rong Zhao while playing with his phone, "Besides, this is my bed, so it's not dirty." It's also dirty for myself, and it can't be dirty for you."

Rong Zhao was powerless to refute, but he couldn't say that last night he slept secretly on Zhou Ye's bed, and it was entirely possible that his body was dirty.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao being silenced, the blushing on his cheeks was from anger or embarrassment, and he felt a sudden blow to his heart.

He wanted to throw this man under him, bit his ear and ask, little baby, how can you be so cute.

"Squeaky, creaky", accompanied by the sound of the bed, Zhou Ye got up, picked up his pajamas and walked to the bathroom, while bowing his head to type on the phone, "Then I'll go wash it."

Zhou Ye was chatting with Ye Qian on WeChat, asking her about shopping with Rong Zhao today: "Rong Rong said he didn't buy anything for me."

Ye Qian knew that Zhou Ye was tricking him, but she couldn't say anything, otherwise there would be no surprises on Valentine's Day, and she couldn't be Brother Rong's pig teammate.

Zhou Ye came out of the shower and looked at Rong Zhao who was sitting on the bed leaning on the pillow. He was holding a book of A Dream of Red Mansions, reading with his head down, turning the pages from time to time. He was quiet and very homely.

The big light in the center of the room has been turned off, only the lamp by the bed is on, and the orange light shines on the man who is reading seriously on the bed, like seeing a mountain flower blooming in the afterglow of the sunset, even the air has a warm fragrance .

Zhou Ye sat beside Rong Zhao's bed, raised his hand and patted Rong Zhao's thigh: "Rong, do you think we look like an old couple now?"

Rong Zhao kicked Zhou Ye's salty hands aside: "Go back to your own bed."

Zhou Ye grabbed Rong Zhao's kicked foot and hugged him in his arms. Looking down at the curve of the other's protruding ankle, he couldn't help admiring, "I've never seen such a perfect work of art."

Zhou Ye sniffed: "Also, you are using the same shower gel, why do you always smell better than mine?"

Rong Zhao broke free from Zhou Ye's arms, kicked him hard, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't touch me."

Zhou Ye got up and looked at Rong Zhao who was lying on the bed: "I haven't seen each other for eight hours and three ten minutes, how are you going to compensate me?"

The difference in sight made him look a bit condescending, like a king who ruled the world forcefully giving orders instead of asking.

"How are you going to compensate me?"

Zhou Ye sat down, leaned forward, and was about to press on Rong Zhao. He spread his palms and said, "I said I didn't like it, so I bought it secretly. I won't make things difficult for you, just paint it on me." have a look."

Seeing what Zhou Ye was holding, Rong Zhao explained, "This is a sample given by the salesperson when buying lipstick for Ye Qian." Get up and give Ye Qian.

Rong Zhao reached out to snatch it, but Zhou Ye dodged it, while unscrewing the lid of the lipstick, staring at Rong Zhao's lips with fiery eyes: "The sexiest color."

The bright red paste lay between Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye, like a seductive red cherry.

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, the other's neck was right under his nose, and he could bite his neck sorely with just one mouth.

Rong Zhao ground his teeth, finally squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "I'll count to three and immediately get off my bed."

After speaking, start counting: "One..."

Zhou Ye got off Rong Zhao's bed, and he didn't dare to tease Rong Zhao any more. According to his experience, he must be the one who got hot and hot, and he had to hide in the bathroom to relieve himself in the end.

Zhou Ye doesn't think he's an indulgent person, he doesn't even have a sexual fantasy object, he held it back for a long time before thinking about getting it out for his health.

Ever since he moved into Rong Zhao's house, if he didn't touch it every day, it would be so hard that he couldn't sleep.

He was even more afraid that he would do something uncontrollable to Rong Zhao on the spur of the moment.

When handling cases, he will encounter various cases. Zhou Ye especially looks down on those who can't control their lower body.

After that kiss with Rong Zhao, Zhou Ye found very sadly that he could no longer control himself.

Sometimes I obviously don't think about what to do and just want to communicate normally, but I am often itchy and unbearable by the other party's words, actions or even an intoxicating look.

For example, at this time, the beauty was sitting on the bed, wearing a loose pajamas, the neckline was slightly open, revealing the sexy collarbone and the tooth marks on the shoulder sockets that he had bitten out by himself.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, and said in a cold voice, "What are you doing staring at me, go to sleep while you sleep."

Even the voice of this beauty has a bone-biting magnetism, and because of the coolness, she looks aloof, like a high god.

It makes people surrender willingly, and makes people want to push him down and conquer fiercely.

Zhou Ye turned around irritably, afraid that he would lose control if he took another look.

He knows Rong Zhao too well, he always knows where his bottom line is.If he rushed over now, he might be punched on the nose by Rong Zhao, and he would be driven out with his bedding.

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and only saw the irritable back of the other party. He remembered that he had been wronged today, and sat and waited for him at the door for several hours without even eating dinner.

His heart softened, and his tone became more gentle unconsciously: "Cover your stomach, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Such a voice fell in Zhou Ye's ears, and it was another seduction.

He felt that he was going to explode, so he had to get off the bed, walked to the wardrobe, took out a pair of underwear from it, turned around and walked into the bathroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

Rong Zhao sat on the bed and turned his head towards the closed bathroom and shouted loudly; "You took the wrong one, that one is mine."

"What I want is yours." Zhou Ye's voice came from the bathroom, without any awareness of taking the wrong thing and doing the wrong thing, like a rampant robber.

Rong Zhao was so angry that he didn't want to speak, he lowered his head and continued to flip through a few pages of the book, thinking that he should hide all his personal clothes and lock them up in the future.

After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door was opened.

Rong Zhao got out of bed and walked over, seeing Zhou Ye standing in front of the sink washing clothes: "Whose underwear are you washing?"

Zhou Ye replied without guilt at all: "Your."

Rong Zhao understood, raised his foot and kicked Zhou Ye's calf, his cheeks flushed, "What the hell did you do to my underwear?"

Anyway, it was like this, Zhou Ye didn't want to hide it anymore, and turned his head to stare at Rong Zhao's eyes.

The lust in his eyes has not completely faded, and his voice is low and hoarse: "I want you, will you give it?"

Without waiting for Rong Zhao to reply, Zhou Ye continued, "Whether you want to ruin yourself or a pair of pants, you choose."

It was the first time Rong Zhao met such a brazen person, he was so ashamed and indignant that he couldn't speak.

Zhou Ye continued to wash his underwear with his head lowered, and said in a low voice, "I just love you, and I don't want to touch you, otherwise you can stand here properly?"

Rong Zhao didn't have Zhou Ye's face, and he couldn't say no to him, so he turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door with a "bang": "I don't want these pants anymore."

After Zhou Ye washed and dried, he returned to the bed from the balcony and saw that Rong Zhao had turned around and fell asleep.

He did something out of the ordinary, and said such presumptuous words, but he was not beaten.

He was like a wolf lurking, stepping forward step by step, waiting for an opportunity to tear him apart.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Ye lay silently on one side, leaving half of the space for Rong Zhao, fearing that he would have a nightmare in the middle of the night and would not be able to fall asleep.

Rong Zhao didn't sleep well that night, and dreamed a lot, including Feng Mingchen, Wang Hui, a house on fire, and a piece of blue and white porcelain.

He woke up from the dream and turned to look at Zhou Ye who was sleeping soundly.

Rong Zhao got up and got off the bed with the pillow in his arms, and walked to Zhou Ye's bed with bare feet, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't climb up.

Finally, he raised the pillow in his hand and slammed Zhou Ye's butt a few times.

Zhou Ye was woken up, opened his eyes in a daze, patted the sheet beside him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come and sleep."

With the help of the dim night light, Rong Zhao looked down at the man lying on the bed, turned and left without saying a word.

The next day, when Rong Zhao woke up, it was almost time for work, and he overslept.

He has always been self-disciplined and does not allow things to go beyond his control, otherwise he will panic and feel insecure.

It has been six years since the last time I overslept.

Zhou Ye's bed was already empty, and the sheets and quilts were tidy. While Rong Zhao quickly changed his clothes, he glanced at the shoe rack. Zhou Ye had already gone out.

There is a bought breakfast on the table, with a light yellow post-it note attached to it.

While brushing his teeth against time, Rong Zhao picked it up and looked at it.

It took Rong Zhao a lot of eyesight to read the scribbled handwriting written with a black signature pen: "Rong Rong: I boiled porridge in the pot, warm it up before eating, love you~~"

Rong Zhao felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard the sound.

There is also a small line of warm reminders under the sticky note: If you are half an hour late, you will be deducted 20 yuan.

Truly a good and selfless leader.

The porridge in the pot was still warm, Rong Zhao casually ate a few mouthfuls, and hurried to the subway station, when he arrived at the Municipal Bureau, he was stuck at 20 yuan, which was not counted as absenteeism.

Rong Zhao walked into Zhou Ye's office and closed the door, without breathing evenly: "Why didn't you call me in the morning?"

Zhou Ye raised his head from a pile of documents, got up and walked in front of Rong Zhao, raised his hand and put it on Rong Zhao's collar, with a soft smile in his eyes: "The buttons are all wrong."

Rong Zhao is wearing a black polo shirt today, and there are only two buttons on the neckline, which can be buttoned wrongly.

He patted Zhou Ye's hand away, the anger on his face seemed to have not dissipated, and he said angrily, "I'll do it myself."

After speaking, unbutton the wrong button and fasten it.

"The hair is also a bit messy." Zhou Ye took out a comb from his drawer and handed it to Rong Zhao, with doting eyes, "There is a bunch of hair on the top of the head that is sticking up."

Rong Zhao combed it a few times, but the lock of hair stubbornly refused to lie down, and poured some water on his head to suppress it.

Rong Zhao has always been calm and self-possessed, and has never been in such a hurry.

Zhou Ye leaned against the table, watching Rong Zhao keep using the comb to press the cute little fur, the corners of his lips raised slightly unconsciously.

Rong Zhao threw the comb to Zhou Ye, and met the smile on his face: "What are you laughing at?"

He thought he was laughing at his stupidity, but he heard Zhou Ye say softly: "Your hands and feet look like me when I was 17 years old."

When I was young, I was carefree.Woke up late, stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with messy hair from a night's sleep, and sprayed hairspray desperately.Rong Zhao's thoughts were pulled back to six years ago, this moment of relaxation defeated the muscles that had been tensed all along.

That was the past that he could never go back to.

Rong Zhao looked up at Zhou Ye, the man in front of him was too dangerous.

If this continues, he may be bent.