bright frost

Lin Fengshuang took Ji Ming's hand and walked back into the hall. The two of them were silent all the way. After returning to the hall, Lin Fengshuang took off his already soaked coat, shoes and socks, and then stood by the bed without moving, with his head down. what to think.

Seeing that Lin Fengshuang didn't speak, Jiming took Lin Fengshuang's hand and said, "Master, let me prepare hot water for you to take a bath, otherwise it will be bad if you catch a cold."

Lin Fengshuang still didn't speak, but nodded, acquiescing.

Ji Ming moved quickly, and hot water was ready in a short while. Lin Fengshuang took off his clothes and soaked himself in the water. The warm feeling spread to his limbs and bones, which was extremely comfortable.

He was soaking in the water, and Ji Ming accompanied him, filled some water with his hands, and poured it on Lin Fengshuang's head, wanting to wash his hair, Lin Fengshuang grabbed Ji Ming's wrist, and looked at him calmly.

After being watched for a while, Ji Ming also felt a little uncomfortable, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Lin Fengshuang didn't speak, he stroked Ji Ming's face with one hand and asked, "What do you want?"

Ji Ming was taken aback by this endless question, he didn't quite understand what Lin Fengshuang's question meant.

Seeing that Ji Ming didn't reply, Lin Fengshuang moved his face closer, and the hot breath from his breath sprayed on Ji Ming's face, and he asked again: "Me?"

Lin Fengshuang?Ji Ming wanted it, he nodded blankly, and saw Lin Fengshuang kiss him, lips touching lips, without any other lust, and said: "My body? Or my heart?"

Nature wants it.Jiming nodded again.

"I can give it to you." Lin Fengshuang whispered, rubbing his lips against Ji Ming's.

......

Lin Fengshuang tonight was too enthusiastic and proactive, so proactive that Jiming even lost his mind a few times, suspecting that Lin Fengshuang had been dropped by someone, but every time he looked at the people below him, Lin Fengshuang's blurred eyes were full of watery eyes. The reddish eyes, the slightly parted red lips, the exciting moans that express "I'm very satisfied" all the time, the arms that hug her neck tightly, and the soft and strong waist , the white jade legs that were so tired and sore on his waist, all of this made him too familiar.

Lin Fengshuang couldn't tell what it was like, Ye Mengyu's words reminded him that the person he loves doesn't love him.

Even the sex he enjoys with Ji Ming now is stolen from someone else, it's not his in the first place.

Lin Fengshuang kneaded together her love, her hatred, and all kinds of feelings that she couldn't explain clearly, and dedicated them together to tonight.

One night passed, and the two of them tried their best to have fun until it was dawn, and they fell on the bed exhausted.

Ji Ming held Lin Fengshuang to clean up carefully before falling asleep with his arms around him.

When Ji Ming woke up again, it was already afternoon, he closed his eyes and habitually went downstairs to the people around him, but he missed it, Ji Ming woke up instantly, he sat up hastily, but did not see Lin Fengshuang's face figure.Ji Ming quickly put on his clothes, and he didn't have time to put on his shoes, so he pushed open the small sliding door, looked up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Fengshuang stood at the door and looked outside, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, coating him with a layer of golden light, making him look full of immortality, Ji Ming thought, if Lin Fengshuang successfully ascended to God, it would probably be like this …

if......

No what if.

Jiming took two steps forward, and when he heard the sound behind him, Lin Fengshuang turned around and looked at Jiming with a smile on his face. Jiming paused, and he saw Lin Fengshuang holding a black sword in his right hand. In the first photo, it looks golden, which matches Lin Fengshuang very well.

But that's not what he was thinking about.Ji Ming stepped forward, smiled dryly, and asked, "Master? What are you doing with Hei Zang?"

Lin Fengshuang looked down at the sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just hold it for fun."

Ji Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "How dangerous." As he said that, he was about to step forward to kill the sword in Lin Fengshuang's hand, but he dodged it.

Lin Fengshuang shook his head: "Jiming, let me confess something to you."

No.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth, so he nodded in a daze and said, "Okay."

Lin Fengshuang took a few steps back, intentionally distanced himself from Jiming, he sighed and said, "I'm not Lin Fengshuang."

"..." Ji Ming was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Lin Fengshuang said: "The Lin Fengshuang you knew, the person who brought you home and gave you a name, your master, died five years ago."

Ji Ming frowned, always feeling out of breath, and after taking a few deep breaths, he asked with a trembling voice: "Impossible, right? Aren't you well in front of me? Master, stop making trouble, okay? "

As Jiming said, he was about to move forward, but as soon as he made a move, Lin Fengshuang picked up the sword, pointed it at his chest and said, "Stand there, I want to talk to you."

Ji Ming quickly comforted Lin Fengshuang: "Okay, okay, I'll stand here, you put down the sword quickly, what do you want to say? I'll tell you everything." He never wanted to see his master being pierced through the heart by a sword in front of him again. The screen is gone.

Lin Fengshuang smiled, yes, the reason why Ji Ming was so worried about himself was because he regarded himself as Lin Fengshuang, Lin Fengshuang did not put down his sword, and continued: "Your master is indeed dead, I... ...It just so happens that the soul is attached to this body, I'm sorry for lying to you for so long."

"..." Ji Ming raised his voice significantly, and asked questioningly, "What did you say?"

Lin Fengshuang took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Lin Fengshuang, he died five years ago."

"I don't believe it!" Ji Ming shouted, "You said Lin Fengshuang is dead? What about you? What are you? Didn't you lose your memory? Can you still remember? You..."

"I'm not him." Lin Fengshuang said this, a tear ran across her face, fell on the ground, shattered into countless petals, and quickly disappeared into Ji Ming for him... no, it was for 'Lin Fengshuang' On the laid carpet.

Ji Ming shook his head and wanted to back up, but staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Jiming."

Ji Ming looked up at Lin Fengshuang, and heard him ask: "Do you love Lin Fengshuang?"

Ji Ming was silent for a while, before saying: "I have been lying to him all along." To lie to him that he doesn't love him.

Lin Fengshuang smiled, and with a sudden force on his arm, he thrust the sword through his body.

ow......

It really hurts, and he seems to regret it a bit.

Did Lin Fengshuang suffer so much when he committed suicide?

Next time... If there is a next time, he will definitely not choose this method of suicide.

Will there be a next time?

......

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