[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Amon woke up and saw the high and white ceiling.

Apart from the itching during the healing of the wound on the palm and the slight deficiency of Qi in the body, there was not much pain.

The suffocating cold and scorching heat are replaced by warm bedding in reality.The bedding is white, and the continuous white is the quiet curtains, the whitewashed walls, the bedspread, and Tuvache's pale face with blue eye circles.

The curtains are thin, and the moonlight shines like jade through the fibers of the fabric.

Tuwashe carefully clasped Amon's right hand, and relieved his cold left hand from the nutrient infusion.He looked at Amon for a moment, as if waiting for the vampire who would bite him and complete his first embrace at the moment of his death... Brother Amon couldn't help but sigh how literary his association was.

Tuwashe seemed to be a stiff, inanimate statue, maintaining his posture, not even a strand of hair fluttering easily.

It wasn't until Amon turned his face and smiled that the man seemed to have been released from the immobilization magic—his eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled like a sob, and then some tears filled his slender eyelashes.

Time and space are like candle tears that gradually solidify.

Brother Amon felt it was very unfair, obviously he should now enjoy the gracious treatment due to the victim like a grandpa, but he was stung by those eyes that were about to cry, so distressed and helpless.The nutrient solution had reached the bottom of the bottle, and Tuwashe lowered his head like a cover-up, helped Amon pull out the needle, and then turned and went to the bathroom.

After the slight sound of water, Tuwashe came in with a washbasin filled with hot water, and helped Amon scrub his body under the moonlight.

Amon lay down with large characters in cooperation, but his eyes kept following Tuwashe's blue and white face illuminated by the moonlight.The water that leaked from the wrung towel was ding ding dong dong in the basin, and Tuwashe helped Amon fasten the buttons one by one with his fingers at the temperature of hot water.

"I……"

A moment before Tuwashe opened his mouth, Amon's fingers were already on his lips.

"I forgive you."

Qingyang's daring smile burst into the corner of the young man's lips, and the young man who leaned against the head of the bed with half of his body on his back immediately turned to show a nasty expression: "But you have seen all of my body, so you have to make it up to me."

"..." Tuwashe opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

A certain little hooligan rubbed his chin and looked up and down Tuwashe's tightly wrapped body. However, after the fleeting badness, he showed a serious and serious face: "Being honest with each other is conducive to enhancing trust. You need to open up to me. Atrium, Tuvache. Begin by taking off the garments that civilized people use to disguise themselves."

"..."

But even if Tuwashe's brain is amused, he knows that this is a strange and weird proposal.

In Tuvashe's silent refusal, the hooligan on the bed turned his face, and his eyes fell lonely on the bandaged right hand on the hospital bed, and then the other hand, which was swollen due to excessive infusion, slowly, slowly She caressed her chest gently, and clasped her fingers on the hospital gown like pins and needles...

Tuwashe stood there blankly for a while, Ameng's originally healthy and pleasant complexion was also turned blue by the night and moonlight, coupled with the haggardness caused by successive coma, he looked very pitiful... Quite a bit The appearance of a sick and beautiful boy.Can't help but feel ashamed of how ruthless, cruel, cruel and cruel it is to reject Mei (pseudo) Shaomeng's request...

Tuwashe silently lowered his head and undressed.

After taking off one piece, he looked up at the boy on the bed uneasily, and continued to undress silently after the other side only gave him a self-pitying profile.

All the clothes were neatly folded and piled up on the chair on one side, and the last underwear was also put on it neatly.

Amon already knew that Tuwashe was very clean and always kept his room in order, but seeing the pile of clothes carefully arranged from suits to shirts to underwear, he couldn't help but laugh... In fact, Tuwashe also It's cute, isn't it?

Amon moved to the side of the hospital bed, lifted the quilt, patted the sheets, and motioned for Washer to lie down.

Tuvache hesitated for a moment, then lightly and neatly placed herself on the bed.The folded hands and legs occupy a small space, so that Amon will not feel cramped.As Tuwashe approached, the scars on his body also became clear.

"what is this?"

"…skin disease."

Tuwashe watched his eyes and nose, and was as quiet as a robot.On his body, except for the face, hands and neck, the supposedly fair skin was covered with white spots, like the remnants of vitiligo, spreading all over his body arrogantly like a whirlwind of fire.

Because of the cold air in the air, thin goosebumps appeared on Tuwashe's skin.

Maybe another person would feel fear or even nausea when facing such a body full of flaws and diseases, but Amon developed a kind of tenderness that was even stronger than the previous moment.Avoiding the pain and putting his hand on Tuwashe's side, Amon leaned down and kissed Tuwashe's body.From the heartbeating chest, to the weakly rising and falling abdomen because of breathing...the soft inner thighs wrapped in muscles, knees, and ankles that are as pale as ever.

Tuwashe, who was lying flat like a cold corpse, finally became a little uneasy and stiff.

Turning his body in Amon's hands, Tuwashe restrained the desire to look up and lay on his stomach.

The soft child's lips slid down the spine, kissing on the left and right of the upturned buttocks... The thin kisses spread all over the body.

It's like a ceremony.

Sacrifice to love, trust, joy and tomorrow.

Amon pulled the quilt and jumped back to the head of the bed, hugged Tuwashe under the quilt, and yawned loudly.

Shallow breathing came from the side, and Tuwashe stared blankly at the ceiling.

The boy beside him turned his head, and the soft bangs pressed against his shoulder intimately with the warmth of his forehead.Tuwashe tried to hug the warm body nestled beside him with his pillowed hand... the touch was more beautiful than imagined.Tuvache closed his eyes.

Tuvashe couple theme store opened.

Lovely flowers of various colors, delicious handmade chocolates, and exclusive perfumes... For a man who can sit patiently on a wooden chair with a slap in the buttocks and grind his blades against an ancient whetstone for hours, it's a lot of work (care plants, sculpting chocolates, mixing perfumes) is not such a difficult job, is it?

After pouring cactus into rotten roots, making rose chocolates like [beep-], and declaring that he has no talent for pursuing fragrance because of a bottle of strange liquid that is more terrifying than inferior perfume, Amongo has honestly become a junior high school student.

The store's business is not inferior to the previous death monopoly.

— After all, the shop owner is a handsome man with a very special temperament.

That kind of slender and sickly temperament is rare among French men, let alone mixed with a kind of aristocratic youthfulness.It is very in line with the smell of love that permeates the shop.

Even Brother Ameng, who can see his handsome face every day when he opens his eyes, is dazed after seeing Tuwashe's smile for the first time, let alone a young girl/young woman/mother-in-law (? ) of them.

The slight toothless smile has the restraint of an old-fashioned aristocrat, clean, soft, pale and elegant, just like the hero in the mysterious castle in Edgar Allan Poe's novels, the most deadly thing is the shyness hidden in the short-lived smile.

Brother Amon held his little heart, feeling like first love.

So the shopkeeper who makes people feel like first love makes a lot of money on Valentine's Day.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the gloomy city dawn seems to be gradually brightening...

Amon's suggestion that the school re-edit the school song was agreed, and the song "Moonlight", which is as sad as Debussy, is expected to be replaced by "Turkish March".Smiles gradually appeared on people's faces, and Amon believed that one day the city would be filled with flowers and cheers.

But Amon obviously couldn't see it that day.

When he returned home with his schoolbag on his back like in the past, just in time for the chaotic and excited crowd and the tall policemen to surround the Tuvache store——

The crowd was dense, whispering and buzzing.Amon got into the siege just in time to see that Tuwashe was tied up by two non-police officers. The police were maintaining order, but they didn't stop the two men from being illegally imprisoned. There was a commotion.

Amon was staggered by the excited crowd. Words such as "wizard", "curse", and "revenge" frequently appeared in the surrounding air, and finally converged into a irrational cry—"burn him", "burn him!" kill him"...

Amon rushed forward to pull the rope in Tuwashe's hand, but he was swung away because he was small and weak.

What really stopped Amon was Tuwashe's gaze.

Even though he was treated roughly, this young man remained calm, but Amon saw a despair-like deep coldness in his indifferent eyes.

Amon suddenly remembered——

For 13 years, Tuwashe's appearance has not changed.

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Amon woke up and saw the high and white ceiling.

Apart from the itching during the healing of the wound on the palm and the slight deficiency of Qi in the body, there was not much pain.

The suffocating cold and scorching heat are replaced by warm bedding in reality.The bedding is white, and the continuous white is the quiet curtains, the whitewashed walls, the bedspread, and Tuvache's pale face with blue eye circles.

The curtains are thin, and the moonlight shines like jade through the fibers of the fabric.

Tuwashe carefully clasped Amon's right hand, and relieved his cold left hand from the nutrient infusion.He looked at Amon for a moment, as if waiting for the vampire who would bite him and complete his first embrace at the moment of his death... Brother Amon couldn't help but sigh how literary his association was.

Tuwashe seemed to be a stiff, inanimate statue, maintaining his posture, not even a strand of hair fluttering easily.

It wasn't until Amon turned his face and smiled that the man seemed to have been released from the immobilization magic—his eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled like a sob, and then some tears filled his slender eyelashes.

Time and space are like candle tears that gradually solidify.

Brother Amon felt it was very unfair, obviously he should now enjoy the gracious treatment due to the victim like a grandpa, but he was stung by those eyes that were about to cry, so distressed and helpless.The nutrient solution had reached the bottom of the bottle, and Tuwashe lowered his head like a cover-up, helped Amon pull out the needle, and then turned and went to the bathroom.

After the slight sound of water, Tuwashe came in with a washbasin filled with hot water, and helped Amon scrub his body under the moonlight.

Amon lay down with large characters in cooperation, but his eyes kept following Tuwashe's blue and white face illuminated by the moonlight.The water that leaked from the wrung towel was ding ding dong dong in the basin, and Tuwashe helped Amon fasten the buttons one by one with his fingers at the temperature of hot water.

"I……"

A moment before Tuwashe opened his mouth, Amon's fingers were already on his lips.

"I forgive you."

Qingyang's daring smile burst into the corner of the young man's lips, and the young man who leaned against the head of the bed with half of his body on his back immediately turned to show a nasty expression: "But you have seen all of my body, so you have to make it up to me."

"..." Tuwashe opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

A certain little hooligan rubbed his chin and looked up and down Tuwashe's tightly wrapped body. However, after the fleeting badness, he showed a serious and serious face: "Being honest with each other is conducive to enhancing trust. You need to open up to me. Atrium, Tuvache. Begin by taking off the garments that civilized people use to disguise themselves."

"..."

But even if Tuwashe's brain is amused, he knows that this is a strange and weird proposal.

In Tuvashe's silent refusal, the hooligan on the bed turned his face, and his eyes fell lonely on the bandaged right hand on the hospital bed, and then the other hand, which was swollen due to excessive infusion, slowly, slowly She caressed her chest gently, and clasped her fingers on the hospital gown like pins and needles...

Tuwashe stood there blankly for a while, Ameng's originally healthy and pleasant complexion was also turned blue by the night and moonlight, coupled with the haggardness caused by successive coma, he looked very pitiful... Quite a bit The appearance of a sick and beautiful boy.Can't help but feel ashamed of how ruthless, cruel, cruel and cruel it is to reject Mei (pseudo) Shaomeng's request...

Tuwashe silently lowered his head and undressed.

After taking off one piece, he looked up at the boy on the bed uneasily, and continued to undress silently after the other side only gave him a self-pitying profile.

All the clothes were neatly folded and piled up on the chair on one side, and the last underwear was also put on it neatly.

Amon already knew that Tuwashe was very clean and always kept his room in order, but seeing the pile of clothes carefully arranged from suits to shirts to underwear, he couldn't help but laugh... In fact, Tuwashe also It's cute, isn't it?

Amon moved to the side of the hospital bed, lifted the quilt, patted the sheets, and motioned for Washer to lie down.

Tuvache hesitated for a moment, then lightly and neatly placed herself on the bed.The folded hands and legs occupy a small space, so that Amon will not feel cramped.As Tuwashe approached, the scars on his body also became clear.

"what is this?"

"…skin disease."

Tuwashe watched his eyes and nose, and was as quiet as a robot.On his body, except for the face, hands and neck, the supposedly fair skin was covered with white spots, like the remnants of vitiligo, spreading all over his body arrogantly like a whirlwind of fire.

Because of the cold air in the air, thin goosebumps appeared on Tuwashe's skin.

Maybe another person would feel fear or even nausea when facing such a body full of flaws and diseases, but Amon developed a kind of tenderness that was even stronger than the previous moment.Avoiding the pain and putting his hand on Tuwashe's side, Amon leaned down and kissed Tuwashe's body.From the heartbeating chest, to the weakly rising and falling abdomen because of breathing...the soft inner thighs wrapped in muscles, knees, and ankles that are as pale as ever.

Tuwashe, who was lying flat like a cold corpse, finally became a little uneasy and stiff.

Turning his body in Amon's hands, Tuwashe restrained the desire to look up and lay on his stomach.

The soft child's lips slid down the spine, kissing on the left and right of the upturned buttocks... The thin kisses spread all over the body.

It's like a ceremony.

Sacrifice to love, trust, joy and tomorrow.

Amon pulled the quilt and jumped back to the head of the bed, hugged Tuwashe under the quilt, and yawned loudly.

Shallow breathing came from the side, and Tuwashe stared blankly at the ceiling.

The boy beside him turned his head, and the soft bangs pressed against his shoulder intimately with the warmth of his forehead.Tuwashe tried to hug the warm body nestled beside him with his pillowed hand... the touch was more beautiful than imagined.Tuvache closed his eyes.

Tuvashe couple theme store opened.

Lovely flowers of various colors, delicious handmade chocolates, and exclusive perfumes... For a man who can sit patiently on a wooden chair with a slap in the buttocks and grind his blades against an ancient whetstone for hours, it's a lot of work (care plants, sculpting chocolates, mixing perfumes) is not such a difficult job, is it?

After pouring cactus into rotten roots, making rose chocolates like [beep-], and declaring that he has no talent for pursuing fragrance because of a bottle of strange liquid that is more terrifying than inferior perfume, Amongo has honestly become a junior high school student.

The store's business is not inferior to the previous death monopoly.

— After all, the shop owner is a handsome man with a very special temperament.

That kind of slender and sickly temperament is rare among French men, let alone mixed with a kind of aristocratic youthfulness.It is very in line with the smell of love that permeates the shop.

Even Brother Ameng, who can see his handsome face every day when he opens his eyes, is dazed after seeing Tuwashe's smile for the first time, let alone a young girl/young woman/mother-in-law (? ) of them.

The slight toothless smile has the restraint of an old-fashioned aristocrat, clean, soft, pale and elegant, just like the hero in the mysterious castle in Edgar Allan Poe's novels, the most deadly thing is the shyness hidden in the short-lived smile.

Brother Amon held his little heart, feeling like first love.

So the shopkeeper who makes people feel like first love makes a lot of money on Valentine's Day.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the gloomy city dawn seems to be gradually brightening...

Amon's suggestion that the school re-edit the school song was agreed, and the song "Moonlight", which is as sad as Debussy, is expected to be replaced by "Turkish March".Smiles gradually appeared on people's faces, and Amon believed that one day the city would be filled with flowers and cheers.

But Amon obviously couldn't see it that day.

When he returned home with his schoolbag on his back like in the past, just in time for the chaotic and excited crowd and the tall policemen to surround the Tuvache store——

The crowd was dense, whispering and buzzing.Amon got into the siege just in time to see that Tuwashe was tied up by two non-police officers. The police were maintaining order, but they didn't stop the two men from being illegally imprisoned. There was a commotion.

Amon was staggered by the excited crowd. Words such as "wizard", "curse", and "revenge" frequently appeared in the surrounding air, and finally converged into a irrational cry—"burn him", "burn him!" kill him"...

Amon rushed forward to pull the rope in Tuwashe's hand, but he was swung away because he was small and weak.

What really stopped Amon was Tuwashe's gaze.

Even though he was treated roughly, this young man remained calm, but Amon saw a despair-like deep coldness in his indifferent eyes.

Amon suddenly remembered——

For 13 years, Tuwashe's appearance has not changed.

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Thank you Mr. Gallon for mine, black currants are delicious, baby when will you turn into black currants 2333

Try to finish one chapter, and then let Xiaotuo also come out to make soy sauce...