I am not pitiful [Quick Transmigration]

That night, Fu Jue carried Rong Zhen to the bed, wrapped his cold body the whole time and fell asleep like that.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and there were strange noises from the monsters outside from time to time.

They stuck together, neither speaking nor moving, as if they didn't hear anything.

Fu Jue's eyes did not close from the beginning to the end.

When Rong Zhen didn't move, he would vigorously rub the other's cold hands and face, sometimes the palms would tremble uncontrollably, and after a while, he called Rong Zhen's name.

Rong Zhen would answer him when he heard it, but after a while, the man would shout like this again.

Rong Zhen simply stayed awake, turned around and started talking to him.

"Don't be afraid, I just don't have body temperature, heartbeat, and breathing. Other parts are pretty normal. There is that chip working for me." After speaking, he pointed to his heart.

The other party looked at him in the dark without saying a word, but raised his hand to touch it after a while, and pressed his fingertips against the heart of his chest through the fabric.

Rong Zhen was pressed down by him and smiled, and said in a low voice: "As long as there is nothing wrong here, I will be fine. To a certain extent, I am much safer than you, so don't worry."

Fu Jue didn't speak, and asked after a long time, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Zhen was stunned.

The opponent's hand moved from his chest to the wrist where he had been bitten before, where it was bandaged.

Rong Zhen replied: "There will be some pain during the time of being bitten, but the operation of the chip will not be as precise as that of a living person. The pain is almost halved, and now it is no longer painful."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook it nimbly in front of Fu Jue, and was caught by the other party's hand in an instant.

Fu Jue pinched the place above the wound that was not bitten, and raised that hand on top of their heads: "Don't move."

Rong really didn't move.

After a while, just when he thought Fu Jue had fallen asleep peacefully, the other party suddenly said, "I don't have those dreams anymore."

Without waiting for Rongzhen to reply, he said again: "I haven't dreamed since I met you. I don't remember, but the day I saw you, I knew who that person was."

Rong Zhen guessed before that Fu Jue's dream was related to his previous life. He didn't want the system to find out and kept avoiding this question, but now he felt that Fu Jue was very different from before, so he subconsciously asked, "What dream?" After finishing speaking, he came back to his senses and quickly added: "It's just a dream, if it makes you unhappy, don't think about it."

"No." The man's hands around Rong Zhen's waist tightened suddenly, "There are happy times in dreams...sometimes!"

The second half of the sentence is a bit stubborn, but also somewhat inexplicable resentment.

Rong really didn't make any more sound.

Fu Jue hugged him for a long time, and after a long time suddenly said in a low voice: "I'll listen to you, I won't think about those anymore."

Rong Zhen paused: "Is it a dream?"

The other party looked down at him from a close distance, and said in a faint tone, "You know better than me whether it is a dream or not. It's fine if you don't admit it, but I know, I must know you."

"..."

"Bai Xiaozhen."

Rong Zhen hummed, but after a while, the other party didn't speak.

He was a little strange, and subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but his chin was pinched violently. Immediately, the man above leaned down and precisely grabbed his lips in the darkness and kissed him deeply.

When the fiery thin lips left, Rong Zhen was still a little dazed.

Fu Jue hugged him tightly, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do. After a long time, he finally spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "My first relative..."

Hearing the sound, Rong Zhen leaned closer to his arms, before he inadvertently raised her head and pecked his lips.

Fu Jue was stunned.

Rong Zhen said: "This is not the first time, you are already an experienced person."

The other party froze for a long time, Rong Zhen gently touched his hand, the warm palm made him feel very warm, he remembered the tasks mentioned by the system before, one of which was to make Fu Jue live past the age of 28, he frowned , Some firmly said: "We will live well and get better."

The shoulders were suddenly gathered together, and the man pressed him sideways, buried his head in his neck, as if giving orders: "Bai Xiaozhen...you have to follow me all the time!"

"Well... I was following you."

"You are talking nonsense."

"I do not have."

"...You originally followed them!"

"But I... I'm looking at you."

"Liar..."

"Okay, I'll follow you from now on, okay?"

"……Um."

……

On the large double bed, the two cuddled together, whispering a few endless words from time to time, until they closed their eyes and fell asleep together.

When Rong Zhen woke up, Fu Jue was already up, and his mental state seemed much better than before.

The evil thoughts on the top of the head dropped from 59 to 55 overnight.

The man sat by the bed and showed him yesterday's injury.

Rong Zhen raised his hand and said, "It should be ready soon."

Fu Jue still checked it carefully, and took him to the bathroom to wash up after seeing that there was no deterioration.

This is a residential building, and there are some disposable toothbrushes in the bathroom of the house. The environment is much better than before.After they washed up, they used the landline in the house to call He Rui.

Fu Jue remembers the number.

Can call a few times but is busy.

Fu Jue didn't say anything, hung up the phone and stopped calling.

The two went to check the edible food in the house.

There are half a bag of rice, half a bag of noodles, three apples, a dozen eggs, some vegetables and meat, and a few cans of beer in the refrigerator.

Rong Zhen said: "It's enough to eat for a while. During this period, we will slowly find a way according to the outside situation."

The man hummed and went to cook.

Rong Zhen was helping at the side, and Fu Jue had already known his secrets, so he said bluntly, "I don't need to eat, you don't have to do my share of cooking in the future."

But after finishing speaking, the amount of food served by the other party has not decreased.

Rong Zhen explained: "With the chip, my body won't be hungry, and I can save some if I make one less serving." Sensing that the other party's eyes suddenly turned cold, he immediately lowered his voice: "Then you do less, the chip works better." It’s very slow, and it’s uncomfortable to eat too much.”

The other party glanced at him and made no objection.

Rong Zhen stopped talking, and lowered his head to help him wash the vegetables, not noticing that the man was looking at him from the corner of his eyes from time to time since he stopped talking.

When the two were eating, neither of them spoke. After a while, Fu Jue suddenly said, "It's my fault."

Rong Zhen was stunned, looking at him inexplicably.

"I didn't mean to kill you."

It was only then that Rong Zhen remembered the cooking before: "I know you didn't kill me. What's wrong?"

Fu Jue frowned, and began to serve him food without saying a word.

Rong really felt that something was wrong with him, and moved his head forward: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Jue turned his head to avoid his sight.

When the other party tilted his head, Rong Zhen got up and walked over, bent down and asked, "What's the matter? Are you angry? I didn't make you angry."

"Obviously you are angry," Fu Jue couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to cover his mouth that was about to open again. Rong Zhen's slightly stunned face was reflected in his gloomy eyes. After a few seconds, a crack finally appeared, "I won't If I hurt you like that again...don't be angry."

After saying that, his hand covering Rong Zhen's mouth loosened a little, Rong Zhen lowered his head, and suddenly rubbed against the corner of his mouth as if he was not close.

Fu Jue remained motionless for a moment.

Rong Zhen felt that Fu Jue was very cute at this time, and said with a smile, "I'm not angry, I was afraid that you would be unhappy at that moment."

The man's lips straightened immediately: "Afraid of me?"

Rong Zhen looked at his sinking face and said deliberately: "You are fierce again."

The other party pursed his lips and stopped talking, and Rong Zhen went to hold his hand, as if coaxing a child, with a smile in his voice: "That's how dating is like, there are always quarrels, it's nothing like ours, you don't have to keep going all the time." To control some small emotions for me..." As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth carefully, "And it looks good when it's fierce."

""=..." Fu Jue's expression changed when he said the word "falling in love". After hearing the last sentence of the other party, he pulled the person onto his lap and hugged him.

Rong Zhen was startled at first, but after realizing that he was no longer as scrupulous as before, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck naturally.

That's how they used to hold it.

Fu Jue's chin rested on his shoulder, and his voice seemed to be suppressing something: "Have you ever treated others like this?"

Rong Zhen immediately shook his head: "Only you."

While speaking, his eyes fell on the white light outside the window in the distance, and he unconsciously recalled the days from high school to college.

At that time, he was always looking at a person, and that person didn't know.

He leaned close to the other party's ear in a daze, and his distant thoughts drifted back, because he hugged and smiled in front of him: "I've been looking at you, watching you..."

I want to love you.

I have always loved you.

"No." The man said sullenly, and squeezed his waist hard.

Those gazes and gazes were simply not enough.

He even felt that sentence as if he was talking about someone else.

Rong Zhen didn't feel the pain, but was itchy from being pinched, twisted and jumped off his lap, Fu Jue frowned subconsciously, stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of his clothes, Rong Zhen looked down, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart With sourness in speaking, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"No? Then from now on, I will make it up to you."

The man raised his eyes to look at him, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, he suddenly turned his head down, and bit his cool lower lip hard.

"...You just have to follow me, follow me all the time."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 5 Yida Yida; 3 chief [-]-line cannon fodder;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of sweet from time to time; 8 bottles of Xun Xian; 5 bottles of Loneliness of Floating Leaf, Qizhicheng; 2 bottles of Lan Family;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!