mandatory agreement

The preparations for Lu Zheng's funeral were very fast. When Zhou Xing woke up, Champion handed him a high-quality black invitation letter with a line on the cover - "Please attend Mr. Lu Zheng's funeral."

Zhou Xing closed his eyes, but raised his hand to take the invitation letter. A crease appeared on the thick paper, but Zhou Xing's voice was gentle, and he said softly, "Thank you, I'm sorry."

"It's just an exchange of benefits, and there's nothing troublesome about it," Champion's thumb brushed Zhou Xing's cheek, rubbing the corner of his eyes, "Why don't you cry? You can cry, and it's not good for your health."

Zhou Xing restrained his instinct to dodge, and let Champion touch his body. He avoided answering, but said, "You're not wearing gloves."

"You are mine, and you are not dirty."

Zhou Xing's eyelids trembled slightly for a moment, and he remained silent, like a subtle resistance.

Champion's eyes kept falling on Zhou Xing's face, examining him casually. He watched his poor lover slow down his expression a little bit, and finally squeezed out a not-so-good-looking smile.

Champion spoke while the other party was pondering his words, and answered the question that the man wanted to insinuate: "I have initially communicated with the military and started investigating the cause of Lu Zheng's death. You don't need to worry about this. I also contacted Lu Zheng's family, but they Refuse to come to claim Lu Zheng's body. Lu Zheng has multiple wills exposed. The specific distribution of inheritance needs to be decided by the Union Court. The current message does not include your name. The funeral is tentatively scheduled for three days later, and Lu Zheng's body is still there Preliminary fresh-keeping has been done in the house, because you are not a legal partner, and you have no right to make the autopsy decision on his behalf at this stage, but you can visit him anytime these days."

Zhou Xing seemed to be dead without any reaction. Champion didn't care, he slid his fingers to Zhou Xing's chin, pinched it, leaned down, and gave him a cool kiss.

Zhou Xing opened his lips obediently, allowing Champion to conquer the city with familiarity. Their lips and teeth were attached to each other, breathing the cool air together, sitting intimately, as if they were really a pair of lovers.

When the nature was at its strongest, Champion licked the corners of Zhou Xing's eyes with the tip of his tongue, and asked doubtfully and mockingly, "Why don't you cry?"

Zhou Xing remained silent.

Champion teased him more recklessly, asking forcefully, "Why don't you cry?"

"It's no use crying."

Zhou Xing swallowed a sentence—wanted to cry but couldn't.

Champion's fingers touched Zhou Xing's, and he held his hand with his fingers intertwined: "Open your eyes and look at me."

Zhou Xing obediently opened his eyes, and there was the shadow of Champion in his eyes, but he thought of Lu Zheng uncontrollably in his mind - he didn't think of any sweet scene, but remembered the time when Lu Zheng wanted to draw him naked , Zhou Xing felt a little regretful about the two of them getting into an awkward situation, and should have agreed to him at that time.This little bit of regret has spread to many, many regrets, regrets for not cherishing the time together, regrets for not being better to Lu Zheng, regrets for not expressing love frankly, for not making up our minds earlier, and even, regrets for not Concerned about the vague uneasiness in his heart, he insisted on going back to Lu Zheng.

——If, if I hadn't come back to find Lu Zheng, is it possible that he wouldn't have died?

——I clearly have a premonition that choosing him will cause disaster, why should I choose to resist fate because of love?

Zhou Xing's rationality was faltering, he couldn't control himself to think in that direction, and he couldn't control self-blame and guilt filling his heart - he closed himself into a shell, as if only pain could make him realize , he is still alive.

"Why are you distracted again?" Champion seemed to be smiling, Zhou Xing looked carefully, but all he saw was indifference.

"Sorry." Zhou Xing apologized habitually.

"No need to apologize," Champion's pale face was smeared with red, "Your body makes me very happy."

Zhou Xing set his eyes on Champion's chin and neck. After a while, he shook off the illusion in his brain and said in a low voice, "Sometimes I don't want to believe that he has left me."

"His soul may always be with you," Champion patted Zhou Xing's thick buttocks, "He will watch you be raped by me and bear children for me."

"Really?" Zhou Xing murmured a word, but it was so soft that Champion didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't seem to care, just continued to enjoy his fun.

Zhou Xing fell into a coma again, and Champion——Lu Zheng ordered Sarah to inject him with nutritional medicine.

He gently fiddled with the broken hair on Zhou Xing's forehead, and asked Sarah, "What was he talking about just now?"

Without hesitation, Sara cut Zhou Xing's voice, and replied, "Zheng Lu won't watch, he will kill you first, and then kill me."

Champion propped his forehead with his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed muffled.

He said to his sleeping lover in Lu Zheng's tone: "It would be too cheap to kill you. Of course I will let you. Life would be better than death."

The bracelet on Zhou Xing's wrist flickered on and off, and Sarah's voice sounded behind Champion's ear: "Are you sure your mental state is normal?"

Champion put his hands down and returned to his expressionless state. He said, "It's just a joke."

"Your spirit is strong enough, but Zhou Xing has just grown up for a few months."

"so?"

"If Zhou Xing's spirit breaks down, you may be able to find a new toy, but it may not be what you want."

"I didn't treat him as a toy." Champion stood up straight, raised his hand and rubbed his neck—this is what Lu Zheng often does. "I have always regarded him as the mother of future children, my lifelong partner."

"Yes..." Sara discarded the interrogative particle.

"I even, kind of like him."

Sara was noncommittal about this sentence. When Lu Zheng became Champion, most of his original database could only be declared scrapped.

The league officials once cleaned up Champion's information—they didn't want the public to remember that there was once a talented boy with a team that was victorious in all battles. No matter what the boy did, he was number one, and he was a well-deserved Champion.

Those exciting achievements, those near-divine skills, that passionate young man...all of them stopped on that night when the moon was high.

Champion is still alive, no, Champion is already dead.