Raise birds when the forest grows

some food back in the car.

"Take it to work, and you can take medicine after eating! Remember?"

Lin Wurong looked at the food in his arms and listened to his nagging, and felt that Yuan Ya seemed to be a different person today.

When the car drove to the opposite side of the gate of the unit, Yuan Ya braked steadily.

Lin Wurong unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, but his wrist was held down by him.

"I'll wait for you nearby. If you feel really uncomfortable, just call me and I'll take you home."

When Yuan Ya spoke, her eyes were very sincere, which made Lin Wurong flustered inexplicably.

He avoided his sight and said softly: "I have work to be done today, I can't leave early, don't wait for you to go back. I can go by myself after work."

Seeing that he still didn't want to see her, Yuan Ya couldn't help feeling a little bit wronged and sad.

He let go of his hand angrily, looked at his rearview mirror, and said coldly, "I'll wait for you nearby, don't even think about going home by yourself."

Lin Wurong felt that something was really wrong with Yuan Ya today, and her mood changed all of a sudden, faster than flipping through a book, which made people completely confused.

He really didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he just got out of the car as if he didn't hear that sentence.

After entering the unit and getting busy, the physical discomfort is not so obvious.

When the lunch break came, Lin Wurong planned to wait for the data to come out before eating, so he stayed in the laboratory alone.

When it was almost over, the phone vibrated in my pocket.

Lin Wurong took it out to look, and it was Yuan Ya who sent him a short message: Come down to the place where you parked in the morning, or I will go up to find you.

Lin Wurong was annoyed by his threatening tactics.

Angrily, he rushed out of the experimental building, and before he could leave the gate, he saw Feng Jian's car parked across the road.

Under the scorching sun, Yuan Ya stood beside the car, looking eagerly at the gate.

Not knowing whether it was because he was too sick or the sun was too dazzling, Lin Wurong's vision blurred, and he saw Yuan Ya smiling at him, as if she was a simple child.

"I bought you lunch, eat quickly, and sleep for a while after eating."

Sitting in the car, Yuan Ya took out porridge and small pickles from the plastic bag, placed them in a row by the windshield, and stuffed the disposable spoon into Lin Wurong's hand.

Lin Wurong didn't speak, just ate the porridge bit by bit.

The three pickles tasted very good. He thought his mouth was so bitter that he didn't feel hungry at all, but now his appetite was whetted, and he almost ate up a bowl of porridge.

"What time do you go to work in the afternoon?"

"...1 o'clock."

"There are still 40 minutes. I'll put the chair down and you lie down. I'll call you in half an hour. Take your medicine before you leave."

While talking, Yuan Ya took a towel blanket from the back seat and handed it to Lin Wurong

He took the blanket unconsciously, and the soft touch made Lin Wurong's not-so-strong heart loose a lot.

Thinking that he would be busy for at least four hours in the afternoon, he quietly lay down on the chair and closed his eyes.

In less than a minute, Lin Wurong fell asleep, his breathing was clear and shallow, his eyebrows and eyes were completely relaxed, and he completely lost the indifference of the morning.

Yuan Ya stared at Ning He's sleeping face intently, and couldn't bear to look away for a second until the phone vibrated.

He looked at the caller's name and tiptoed out of the car.

"How is he? Is the fever gone?"

"Not yet. Still hot."

A long sigh came from the other end of the phone, and the strong sense of worry was self-evident, and Yuan Ya immediately felt sympathetic.

"Where's lunch? Have you eaten?"

"According to what you said, I bought plain porridge and his favorite pickles. I've basically finished eating, and now I'm sleeping in the car."

"Okay, remember to wake him up later, don't let him be late. Affected by the typhoon here, the flights are all suspended, and you won't be home until tomorrow morning at the earliest. If you can, don't leave until I come back."

"Feng Jian, can I ask you something?" Yuan Ya stopped Feng Jian from hanging up the phone.

"Just ask."

"Why, let me take care of him?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a sentence of imperceptible emotion floated in.

"Because I love him!"

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Ya stood outside the car and frowned.

He always felt that Feng Jian's words didn't seem like a demonstration against him, and there should be other meanings implied, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time, he opened the car door and woke up Lin Wurong.

Perhaps it was because of taking a nap at noon that Lin Wurong felt much better, and his work efficiency also increased.

Just 10 minutes before leaving get off work, he handed the printed report to Ji Shuping, and then prepared to leave work.

Before he could turn off the computer, the intercom phone rang.

When he came to the director's office, Ji Shuping threw a stack of reports on the table and said in a bad tone, "Look for yourself!"

Lin Wurong picked up the report and saw a red circle drawn on a certain analysis chart.

He took a closer look and immediately understood what was going on.

He actually got the experimental sample wrong!

"Redo!"

Lin Wurong felt his mind buzzing, and was just about to ask if he could do it again tomorrow, but Ji Shuping's words scared him back.

"Give it to me when you're done, I'll wait!"

The leader has taken the initiative to work overtime, so can he still say no?

"Okay, Director Ji!"

46 remember you

Lin Wurong walked out of the office exhausted physically and mentally, and called Yuan Ya.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yuan Ya angrily say on the other end: "Are you crazy? If you are sick and work overtime, don't die!"

At this moment, Lin Wurong didn't have the energy to argue with him at all.

There seemed to be a fighting cricket lying in the temples on both sides, jumping and trying to burst out, and the throat was burning with pain, the skin was upturned on the mouth, and there was a bloody smell when touched.

He swallowed hard, pressed his painful forehead and said in a low voice: "It is my responsibility to make a mistake in the report, not to mention that the leader is still waiting. You should go back first!"

There was a suppressed breathing sound from the other end of the phone, and Yuan Ya asked sullenly after a few seconds, "How long will it take?"

"About an hour and a half."

"Got it, I'll wait for you."

Coming to the laboratory alone, Lin Wurong confirmed the samples three times in advance before starting the test.

While he was busy, he suddenly heard someone knock on the door behind him.

The door was actually open, and as soon as Lin Wurong turned around, he saw Ji Shuping walking in with a bag in his hand.

"I just got a call. I'm going to Beijing early tomorrow morning and I won't be back until Tuesday. Now I have to go home and pack my luggage. You can print it out and send it directly to my house. This is the address."

Lin Wurong took the note, and after seeing the address on it clearly, he couldn't help but let out a soft "ah".

Ji Shuping, who was walking to the door, heard the voice, turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No, goodbye, Director Ji!"

"Well, hard work!"

Lin Wurong watched him go out, and read the note again.

I read that right, Director Ji's home is in the same community as me.

Measuring data and revising reports, he was busy until 7:[-] in the evening before Lin Wurong got into the car.

Before getting in the car, he was worried that Yuan Ya would be impatient, but fortunately, he didn't.

"Before going home, stop at Building 4, and I will send a report to the leader."

"Your leader also lives there?"

"Well, Room 4, Building 101, I just found out today."

"Why didn't you send an email? I'll trouble you to send it."

"The reports are all on the computer on the intranet. The computer is not connected to the Internet, and you can't just plug in a USB flash drive. You can only print it out."

Yuan Ya babbled a few words, but seeing that Lin Wurong was not in good spirits, she stopped talking.

After 15 minutes, the car entered the community and stopped precisely at the gate of Building 4.

"You park the car back in the garage first, and I'll walk back later."

Lin Wurong was talking, and handed Yuan Ya the key to the house.

Yuan Ya looked at the key in his palm, but didn't answer it.

"I'll wait for you at the door of the building."

Lin Wurong pressed the doorbell, waited for a few seconds, and Ji Shuping came to open the door in his home clothes.

Entering the living room, Lin Wurong didn't dare to look casually, took out the report from his bag and put it on the coffee table.

Ji Shuping took a bottle of Perrier, opened it in front of Lin Wurong, and poured it into a glass.

Thin air bubbles quickly rose from the bottom of the cup to the surface of the water, bursting one after another.

"Drink some water, and wait for me to finish reading and write my revised comments. You can make changes on Monday and send them directly to the client."

Seeing that Ji Shuping was watching seriously, Lin Wurong took a sip of the water in front of him.

He always felt that the sparkling water had a slight salty taste, and it was very comfortable to irritate his hot throat with one sip.

Not long after, he drank the glass of water upside down.

After a few more minutes, Lin Wurong found that his body was heating up.

He felt that his body temperature might have risen again, his limbs were gradually weakening, and his body could not sit still and slumped.

No, this is not what a fever feels like.

There was a strange commotion in his body, and the familiar reaction made him panic.

When his vision was blurred, he saw Ji Shuping who was sitting on the opposite sofa stand up.

The report was randomly thrown on the ground by Ji Shuping, along with the top of the home clothes.

"Director Ji, what are you doing?"

Lin Wurong wanted to stand up, but Ji Shuping suddenly pushed him onto the couch without using any strength.

Ji Shuping pressed onto him, stroking his hot cheek with a lewd smile, "Xiao Lin, what do you think I'm doing?"

Lin Wurong immediately understood his intention and struggled vigorously.

But he seemed to have been drained of strength, unable to make a strong resistance at all.

"Bastard, get out!"

Seeing that he was desperately resisting but it was like a gnat shaking a tree, Ji Shuping laughed twice, reached into his shirt with one hand, pinched the small nipple and turned it around hard, Lin Wurong groaned in pain, and the curse words were stuck In the throat.

"I'm leaving? I'm leaving. You should feel uncomfortable later. When I saw you were innocent, I thought you didn't like one-night stands. I didn't expect to learn to live with other people after a few years of seeing each other. How about it? Does it feel comfortable to sleep with a dick? Your man has a good figure, so I don’t know if it’s not good for you? I’ll let you taste my gun later, maybe you’ll dump him..."

Lin Wurong was stunned, too shocked to speak.

Ji Shuping not only remembered him, but even found himself living with Feng Jian.

It turns out that all this is just his disguise...

"Go away!"

Seeing that his shirt was torn open, exposing his entire chest, Lin Wurong's brain almost exploded.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he pushed Ji Shuping away at once, and rolled to the ground at the same time.

Unprepared, Ji Shuping hit the handle of the sofa with his waist and eyes, grinning in pain.

He punched Lin Wurong hard on the ground, hitting Lin Wurong's temple.

Lin Wurong only felt his brain buzzing, and his eyes also turned black.

If it wasn't for the fact that his back was pressed against the marble floor, and the cold feeling stimulated his hot body, he would almost faint.

"Humph! Don't eat and drink fine for toasting!"

Ji Shuping rushed forward, tried his best to suppress Lin Wurong's resistance, tied his hands and feet with the prepared rope, then sat on his lap, and directly opened his trouser chain.

Xiao Xiaolin, who was aroused by the drug, had already oozes clear liquid, leaving a small water stain on his underwear.

Seeing these changes, Ji Shuping smiled triumphantly, and flicked the raised tent with his fingers, in exchange for Lin Wurong's painful sobs.

"Look at how good I am to you. I still use imported products. They work quickly and have long medicinal properties. Just wait and enjoy them!"

Lin Wurong was angry and ashamed, trembling uncontrollably.

The ropes on his hands and feet got stuck in his flesh, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He really hated himself for sending sheep into the tiger's mouth, but he didn't realize the true face of this well-dressed beast at all.

The body's reaction was no longer under his control, and the commotion became more and more intense, almost turning into a beast, about to rush out of the cage.

Thinking of being insulted by such scum, Lin Wurong just wanted to die immediately, and then turn into a demon to drag him to hell.

Just when Ji Shuping was about to pull Xiao Xiaolin out from the chain of his trousers, there was a loud noise from the door.

Immediately afterwards, the person pressing on Lin Wurong flew out.

After Yuan Ya rushed into the room and saw Lin Wurong's appearance clearly, her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and clusters of golden flames danced around his body, emitting terrifying heat.

47 Confession

Glancing at Ji Shuping, who fainted from the impact, Yuan Ya knelt down to help Lin Wurong untie the rope, and then hugged him into her arms.

"A Rong, how are you doing?"

Lin Wurong's forehead was swollen a lot, and his wrists and ankles were covered with bloodstains from the struggle. The murderous impulse that had just been suppressed in Yuan Ya's heart resurfaced.

Except for Yuan Ya, Lin Wurong didn't dare to look at other places at all. He tightly twisted his clothes with his hands and said tremblingly, "Take me away, take me away quickly!"

Seeing that his face was pale, Yuan Ya didn't care about Ji Shuping on the ground, and carried him outside.

"Don't hug, let me go by myself."

Lin Wurong forced Yuan Ya to put herself down with his remaining rationality and physical strength.

Although the half-supporting and half-reclining posture is also eye-catching, it is better than a big man being hugged horizontally.

The homes of Lin Wurong and Feng Jian are in Building 1, the innermost part of the community.

The further you go, the fewer passers-by.

Lin Wurong staggered several times when his legs became weak and he was supported by Yuan Ya.

While waiting for the elevator, Lin Wurong gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat.

He wanted to push Yuan Ya away, but he was physically unable to do so.

He always felt that he could smell the male hormones emanating from Yuan Ya's body.

The warm chest and strong arms became the fuel for the combustion at this moment, which made him flustered and his self-control was bit by bit eroded.

As soon as the two of them entered the house, Lin Wurong relaxed and immediately fell on the living room floor.

Xiao Xiaolin was so hard that he was about to explode, and his asshole, which was used to being thrust, contracted unconsciously.

There is a strong longing in the front and back, driving him almost crazy.

He really wanted to use his hands to soothe those places, follow his body instinct, and release himself.

However, Yuan Ya is still here.

He will see clearly his most embarrassing appearance.

He will definitely feel that he is lewd, shameless, and will look down on himself...

How to do?

How to do?

Lin Wurong was so tortured that he couldn't think, and subconsciously shouted: "Go away, go away, go away..."

The voice was hoarse and miserable.

But Yuan Ya clearly wouldn't do what he wanted, instead of leaving, she picked him up from the ground, hugged him tightly, and said firmly in a gentle voice she had never had before: "I won't leave, don't be afraid , we're home, A Rong, don't be afraid. There's no one else, just me, you can do whatever you want. Are you feeling bad? I'll help you..."

While speaking, Yuan Ya quickly untied the belt around his waist, reached into his underwear with one hand, and held Xiao Lin who was hot.

Lin Wurong wanted to stop it, but as soon as he grabbed Yuan Ya's wrist, Yuan Ya moved vigorously and quickly.

"Well……"

Lin Wurong was too uncomfortable to speak.

After just masturbating twice, Xiao Lin straightened up and trembled, spurting out a large amount of semen.

Not only did most of the underwear get wet, but also the palms and backs of Yuan Ya's hands were stained.

Lin Wurong bit his lip and snorted, closed his eyes and felt the orgasm hovering in his body.

His eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and he unconsciously exerted force on Yuan Ya's wrist until his skin turned white.

The corners of Lin Wurong's eyes were a little red after he got over this force.

He frowned and begged Yuan Ya, "Please, hurry up. I don't want you to see me in a worse state, so I beg you, Yuan Ya!"

The last call was full of unresolved sadness, which made Yuan Ya's mind disturbed, and she couldn't help kissing his lips.

Yuan Ya's lips were very soft, just like that time, with strong pity and full of love.

This kind of intention seemed to be more terrifying than the nature of medicine, and Lin Wurong was delirious and confused.

Lin Wurong felt that a thin thread that had been taut suddenly snapped, and the wall of his heart that had been built so hard collapsed.

He unconsciously opened his lips, and put his hands around Yuan Ya's neck, making the kiss deeper and more lingering.

Yuan Ya's kiss is very domineering, just like his people, straightforward and reckless.

He sucked Lin Wurong's lips and tongue to his heart's content, hooked up the liquid in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it all into his stomach, leaving only his breath in Lin Wurong's mouth.

Lin Wurong still forgot to breathe, until the lobe of the lung felt a dull pain, then he pushed Yuan Ya.

Yuan Ya raised her head slightly, stroked his emotional cheek, almost choked up with excitement.

"Ah Rong, you like me, right? Tell me, you like me! Otherwise, you wouldn't kiss me like this. I can't stand it and can only look at you. I'm going crazy. I want to be with you."

Yuan Ya's eyes were red, her face was full of anticipation, but her eyes were full of timidity, like a child who had been neglected for a long time, hoping that someone would give him the gift he dreamed of.

Finally, he heard it.

It was soft and misty, but it ignited the fuse and exploded seven-color fireworks in the mind.

"I like you!"

When confessing, Lin Wurong tightly closed his eyes.

He didn't dare to look at Yuan Ya's reaction, for he was afraid that the more he looked at it, the more sad he would feel.

Yes, he liked him, had liked him a long time ago, before he was human.

This liking came unexpectedly, unreasonably, and seemed to flow slowly and naturally.

He has resisted and ignored him. When he couldn't see him, he thought he had successfully smoothed it out, but when he faced him again, he realized that he was just deceiving himself.

The feelings that were driven to the depths of his heart not only did not fade, but became more mellow, and finally intoxicated his will, destroyed the vulnerable fortifications, and forced him to face his true heart.

The clothes of the two of them were scattered on the floor of the bedroom, and there was always a crackling sound in the room, mixed with heavy panting and weeping as small as mosquitoes and flies.

Little Yuanya fought in the chrysanthemum for nearly three hours, and the semen from the first two ejaculations almost soaked the flesh wall.

Because of the quick and violent pounding, the semen mixed with the intestinal juice was beaten into thin foam, and as Xiao Yuanya came in and out, it overflowed the chrysanthemum opening, making Lin Wurong's buttocks wet into a piece of mud.

The bed sheet under his body was covered with Lin Wurong's semen and sweat, and the musky smell that filled the room seriously stimulated the body that had just tasted lust.

Yuan Ya knew that Lin Wurong was almost exhausted by the drug and herself, and Xiao Xiaolin couldn't even ejaculate a drop of semen during the last orgasm.

But he couldn't control himself no matter what, he just wanted to possess him more and deeper.

I want to see him twisting his waist, making sweet and ecstatic moans, want to see his flushed face, slack eyes, and incoherent speech, want to see his happy expression when he almost collapses when he reaches orgasm, and frown tightly, want to see him sobbing Saying no, but desperately shrinking the chrysanthemum path and not letting little Yuan Ya leave...

All happiness and all pain are given by oneself.

Only then will your lover be completely yours.

"...I really can't stand it...I really...can't stand it...Yuan Ya...stop...uh...uh..."

Lin Wurong begged for mercy with his last strength.

Yuan Ya didn't know any skills, and she completely crushed him with her astonishing physical strength.

The chrysanthemum, which has long passed the medicinal properties, was numb by the insertion, and the pleasure became an unbearable torture.

Lin Wurong's miserable appearance made Yuan Ya temporarily stop her movements, and leaned over to kiss his lips and cheeks.

"The last time, this is the last time. A Rong, okay? A Rong..."

Lin Wurong didn't expect Yuan Ya to stop to comfort himself at this moment.

Little Yuan Ya swelled irregularly in his body, apparently not far from the point of ejaculation, it would be cruel to call a stop under such circumstances.

He gasped heavily and said, "Then, hurry up."

Lin Wurong just wanted to get through this intense sexual affair quickly, and said something that could easily be misunderstood in a trance.

When he realized his mistake, let alone explain it, he couldn't even cry.

Yuan Ya actually sped up her speed again, hitting her overwhelmed body vigorously continuously.

Before the tears could flow out of his eyes, he was knocked away by Yuan Ya, and he couldn't keep up with the speed even though he used his mouth and nose to inhale.

Before he passed out completely, another burst of hot semen was shot deep into his body, making him shudder, and then he couldn't feel anything.

48 The Last Secret

Lin Wurong woke up in a daze, and found that the surroundings were quiet.

The curtains were opened a crack, the sunlight outside the house was very dazzling, and it was impossible to guess what time it was.

He subconsciously wanted to block it with his hand, but he immediately groaned in pain as soon as he moved.

The bones seemed to be disassembled and then reassembled. My whole body was sore and sore, and I felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Especially the waist, there is a feeling of being broken, and I wish I could cut it out and throw it away.

Yuan Ya didn't know how to change positions, and pushed him hard for several hours, which was naturally the result.

Lin Wurong sighed helplessly, and sat up enduring the soreness, feeling faintly that something was wrong.

this room?

It's not his own room, it's Feng Jian's bedroom.

Although the body is uncomfortable, the crotch is very clean, and there is no sticky and slippery feeling from yesterday.

Looking at her body again, the clothes are neatly dressed, and the underwear is not the same as yesterday.

Lin Wurong thought for a while, and suddenly his whole body trembled, his hands clenched into fists.

He turned his head and saw a glass of water on the bedside table, his heart was in his throat, and his breathing became short of breath.

He pursed his lips hard, wanting to make a final confirmation, the outstretched hand trembled uncontrollably.

Bringing the teacup to his mouth, he took a sip.

Slightly sweet and slightly cool.

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the cup fell, and the honey water wet the thin quilt.

Lin Wurong covered his mouth and collapsed on the bed.

He shrunk his whole body into a ball and wrapped him in a wet quilt.

After a while, there was a dull whimper from under the quilt, like a wild animal that had fallen into a trap, screaming in despair.

Someone quickly opened the door, walked to the bed, and gently pulled the quilt.

"A Rong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Come out, A Rong!"

The familiar and gentle voice turned into a sharp blade, piercing Lin Wurong's heart one after another.

He hated himself for passing out, not knowing that he had returned.

He hated himself for not cleaning up his body, or tidying up his room, so that he could see everything.

However, what he hates the most is his own betrayal.

Yes, betrayal, total betrayal.

It is impossible to obtain the slightest forgiveness without any excuses and reasons.

He betrayed Feng Jian who loved him wholeheartedly.

There was one more person in his heart, not only was he unable to repay Feng Jian's full of love, it even caused harm.

He was about to lose Feng Jian, the Feng Jian who loved him deeply, was willing to pamper and protect him like a child, and promised that he would never leave for the rest of his life, Feng Jian who he regarded as his life...

Feng Jian pulled back the quilt vigorously, and saw Lin Wurong covering his mouth and nose with his palms, trying to suppress his crying, but tears kept streaming from his eyes.

Feng Jian sighed softly, for both him and himself.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lin Wurong into his arms.

Lin Wurong was crying so hard that he could hardly catch his breath, his tense body trembling uncontrollably.

Feng Jian didn't speak, and turned his eyes away from him, so as not to make him more sad, and gently stroked his back with his palm.

Suddenly, Lin Wurong's back trembled, and his throat let out a gasp.

Feng Jian hurriedly turned his gaze back and found that he was really in the cold.

Feng Jian wanted to pour a cup of hot water, but Lin Wurong sensed that he was about to leave. He hugged his arm desperately, pressed his face on his shoulder, and said eagerly in a low voice, "Don't... go... go... ...don't...slight...leave...slight...I...sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry..."

Although every sentence was interrupted by Leng Hiccup, Feng Jian could still hear the fear and despair in his tone, and his heart ached.

He didn't expect Lin Wurong's reaction to be so strong, and he regretted not telling him what he really thought earlier.

Feng Jian hugged Lin Wurong tightly, and comforted him in his ear, "I'm not leaving, Rong, don't worry, I won't leave you. Hold your breath and cure the hiccup first, Rong."

Hearing Feng Jian's words, Lin Wurong temporarily held back his tears and tried to hold his breath, but the situation did not improve.

The frequency of hiccups was getting faster and faster, and the intense spasms made my chest hurt.

Seeing him beating his chest constantly, Feng Jian decisively kissed him.

Lin Wurong's lips were full of wet tears, Feng Jian sucked them into his mouth, savoring the bitterness carefully.

The tip of the tongue lingered in the mouth, slowly licked the gums, resisted the powerless companion, and fiddled gently.

Lin Wurong's tongue began to respond, entangled, feeling each other's warmth and love.

The saliva that was too late to swallow gathered at the corner of his mouth and was caught by Feng Jian's lips without missing a single drop.

Gradually, the cold hiccups disappeared.

Lin Wurong closed his eyes, unwilling to miss every second of lingering.

The fingers clenched tightly on Feng Jian's sleeve revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Feng Jian ended the deep kiss, touched Lin Wurong's flushed cheek with one hand, and said with a chuckle, "Fortunately, you still haven't learned how to breathe."

Because of too much force, Lin Wurong's fingers were a little stiff.

Feng Jian gently opened his fingers, closed them in his palms, and kept rubbing them to help him relax.

"A Rong, there is something I want to tell you."

Lin Wurong's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, but his face was pale.

"What do you want to say?" He asked anxiously.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jian frowned unconsciously, feeling even more regretful.

"A Rong, don't say sorry, because the one who really wants to say sorry is not you, but me! You can't help it, but I did it on purpose."

Feng Jian's first sentence surprised Lin Wurong.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at Feng Jian's eyes, as if he wanted to see Feng Jian's true heart clearly.

"I've seen for a long time that you like Yuan Ya, but I didn't tell you, because I found that you were resisting. I understand that you are doing this for me. You don't know how happy I am! But, you are not like this. Unhappy. Your emotions will always be affected by Yuan Ya. Seeing you looking lost and uneasy, I understand that you can't completely drive Yuan Ya away from your heart. So, I deliberately created a space for Yuan Ya to have Opportunity is close to you. Ah Rong, I forced you not to escape and to face your true self, so you have nothing to do with me. You and Yuan Ya are destined by fate. If you really want to count, I am the one. The one that came in, the one that needs to beg for forgiveness."

Feng Jian's words were full of remorse.

Lin Wurong looked at him blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

He really didn't expect Feng Jian to hide such deep thoughts, but he was 100% sure of one thing.

Feng Jian loved him wholeheartedly.

"You mean, you won't blame me for loving you and Yuan Ya at the same time? You don't mind if I have both of you in my heart?"

Lin Wurong asked cautiously, he still doubted whether he had misunderstood something.

"Yes, I don't mind. Before you woke up, I had a talk with Yuan Ya. He also had the same idea as me. So A Rong, now all the decisions are in your hands. Do you want to Choose one of the two of us, or do you want the three of us together?"

49 together

Three, together?

Feng Jian's words extremely challenged Lin Wurong's cognition.

He always thought that love was just a matter between two people, even if he fell in love with two people at the same time, he still had to make a choice, that's why it was so painful.

But now it seems that Bi Fang's thinking is very different from that of human beings!

Is it the same for all Bi Fangs, or only Feng Jian and Yuan Ya are different?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Feng Jian panicked instead.

Could it be that he is unwilling to accept them at the same time?

Are you really thinking about how to choose a lifelong companion between the two of them?

"Is this okay? I mean, don't you feel wronged when the three of you are together? And what will others think of us?"

Feng Jian's words were so tempting that Lin Wurong not only had a lot of imagination.

When he thought that he could see the two of them at the same time when he opened his eyes every day, Lin Wurong felt that he must have been a hero who saved the earth in his previous life.

But at the same time, he also has great concerns.

Homosexuality is not accepted by most people in the world, coupled with the shocking "threesomes", if other people know the truth, they are destined to be drowned in saliva.

In Lin Wurong's eyes, both Feng Jian and Yuan Ya are the kindest and most beautiful people and should not be treated like this.

Feng Jian understood his worries, and what made him even more happy was that Lin Wurong had obviously crossed the threshold in his heart and was willing to reach out to them at the same time.

Hold your hand and grow old with you.

Where the king's heart returns, even the branches share the grave.

"why do not you talk?"

Lin Wurong saw that Feng Jian just looked at him and smiled, the joy in his brows and eyes made his whole body glow, and against the handsome and flawless facial features, his heart was moved.

Feng Jian hugged him uncontrollably and whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, Yuan Ya and I will do our best to protect you and try not to let gossip hurt you. There are indeed some people in society who care about other people's lives more than our own, but we don't live for them. Whether we are happy or not depends only on us You can only experience it yourself. So no matter what happens in the future, don’t worry too much about it.”

For Lin Wurong, Feng Jian's words always have a special magic power, which can completely convince him.

So after listening to his words, the last haze in Lin Wurong's heart was blown away, and he relaxed and leaned against his chest, letting Feng Jian's breath wrap him from head to toe, so intoxicated that he didn't want to move at all.

"Hey, don't fall asleep, you haven't eaten for more than 24 hours, I made porridge, eat some before going to bed."

Feng Jian noticed that the body leaning on his chest was getting heavier and heavier, so he couldn't help waking Lin Wurong up.

"Hmm..." Lin Wurong replied in a daze, but did not open his eyes.

Although the fever is gone now, the cold is still not healed, and with so many things happened yesterday, the overdrawn physical strength cannot be fully recovered after a sleep.

The previous crying and talking had almost consumed the temporary blood recovery, Lin Wurong now just wanted to have another sleep, and he couldn't get up the energy to eat at all.

Feng Jian realized that he could not rely on this person's self-awareness, so he dragged Lin Wurong to the kitchen, stared at him motionless as he finished a bowl of porridge, and then he was relieved.

"A Rong."

Feng Jian's tone was hesitant.

When Lin Wurong was eating porridge, he had thought about it for a long time, and felt that there was a question that he should ask Lin Wurong for his opinion first.

"Huh?" Lin Wurong was drinking water, and answered casually.

"I have something to discuss with you." Feng Jian said.

Lin Wurong put down his water glass and looked at him quietly.

"What do you want to do with that scumbag?"

Although he didn't name them, Lin Wurong instantly understood who Feng Jian was referring to, and his face became ugly.

For him, the ten minutes at Ji Shuping's house was nothing short of a nightmare.

If he could, he really wanted to never think about it for the rest of his life.

But now, not only did he think of every picture, he even thought of a neglected question.

Lin Wurong firmly grasped Feng Jian's wrist, and said anxiously: "I remember Yuan Ya beat him up last night, would he be killed? If he didn't die, he knew we lived together, would it be possible?" Come here? Where's Yuan Ya? Didn't you say that he went to Yong Yan's house to get something, why hasn't he come back? Could it be that he went to find him on his own initiative?"

Feng Jian put the other palm on the back of his hand, patted it lightly, and said, "Ah Rong, don't be nervous, he is not dead. Yuan Ya won't mess around either. If that scumbag really dares to come, I will definitely let him come again." I can't go back either."

Lin Wurong was taken aback, Feng Jian's words were murderous, and it was obvious that he was not just acting out of emotion.

"You, are you going to kill him?"

Lin Wurong became more and more nervous. He didn't want Feng Jian and the others to get into any trouble because of such scum.

"I won't kill him. For this kind of person, death is a relief. I do have my own thoughts, and I will never let him go easily. But before that, I need to know your decision. Do you want to call the police ?”

Call the police?

Lin Wurong was stunned.

He hasn't had time to think about it yet.

Ordinary people like him who have no power and power will indeed have the consciousness to call the police if something goes wrong.

But calm down and think about it, in what name should he call the police?

Attempted rape?Illegal detention?Intentionally hurt...

Not to mention that the first article is used to protect women, if you want to prosecute the crime, you need to have enough evidence.

However, what can be called evidence on his body is the binding marks on his hands and feet. As for the medicine he was tricked into drinking...

It's been so long, who knows if it can still be tested?

It was Yuan Ya who made Lin Wurong most wary.

If you really want to call the police and investigate, Yuan Ya will definitely not be able to hide.

Feng