Drowning Reborn

The author has something to say: I was thrown a deep-water torpedo by my good friend Tiger Oil, and then I brought the outline to ask for an END of the real brother blackening and imprisoning the younger brother...

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Pushing open the door, I saw the thin and pale man sitting leaning against the door.The sunset light in the evening passed through the gap and sprinkled on his face, obscuring his thin outline, but it also brought out his pair of black eyes—there was only himself in those eyes.

Under the slightly trembling eyelashes, the black pupils looking at him are extremely fragile, with heart-pounding begging, it seems that a little force will shatter the spirit and even the body of the other party.

Can't help thinking of the other party's dazzling appearance full of vitality, Jiang Zehan felt even more pity in his heart, but no matter what that person looks like, he still loves him deeply.

The corner of Jiang Zehan's mouth curled into a gentle smile, feeling that every time he saw this obedient and obedient figure, his fatigue of the day would dissipate, and his heart was filled with warm comfort, and he felt that the highest happiness in the world could not be compared to this.

Close the door, walked over quickly, squatted down, Jiang Zehan raised his hand and rubbed his soft hair, "Xiaochen is so good, have you been waiting for brother?"

Jiang Zechen's eyes trembled, as if he lowered his eyes to avoid the light, and remained silent.Jiang Zehan didn't think it was disobedient, but just wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek softly, "Are you hungry? Brother, can I cook for you? What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Zechen remained silent, and Jiang Zehan didn't seem to intend to wait for his answer, but just arranged dinner by himself, "Osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, lotus seed chicken... Oh, and West Lake vinegar fish, your favorite, how about it?"

Raising his hand, he caressed the beautiful and delicate neck ring on Jiang Zechen's slender neck, then took off the slender chain fastened to the neck ring, and put it aside casually, Jiang Zehan carefully helped Jiang Zechen up, as if treating a fragile It was like glass, but he didn't expect that the other party would stagger when he took the first step. Fortunately, Jiang Zehan had quick hands and eyes, so he didn't let him fall to the ground again.

"What's wrong? Are your legs numb?" Jiang Zehan asked eagerly, skillfully supporting Jiang Zechen's body, one hand wanted to knead and massage his legs, but the other hand blocked it.

"...Sorry, I have a lot of work today, and I came back late, and I made you wait until your legs are numb. Your health has always been bad. It's better to do a little exercise at home, don't always sit..." Said softly with apology, Jiang Zehan was considerate, while Jiang Zechen just pushed him lightly, as if urging him, but he didn't care about his legs that hurt like needles when he moved.

"It seems that Xiaochen is very hungry? Well, my brother knows, let's cook now, okay?" Jiang Zehan chuckled, holding Jiang Zechen's waist with one hand, hooking his leg with the other, and slightly He hugged him sideways with all his strength, ignored the weak push and struggle of the person in his arms, and walked into the house with a smile, "Xiaochen, you are light again, you have to eat more tonight, otherwise I will really worry about your health."

Seemingly realizing that his resistance had no effect at all, Jiang Zechen relaxed his body somewhat dejectedly, with his arms resting loosely on Jiang Zehan's shoulders, lowered his gaze, and gasped slightly hastily.

Put Jiang Zechen on the chair by the dining table, caressed his chest affectionately, and helped him breathe, Jiang Zehan waited until his breathing finally calmed down and then kissed his forehead, then stood up reluctantly, and walked in kitchen.

A few years ago, the day after Jiang Zechen's car accident, Jiang Zehan fired his part-time worker at home and cooked for him every day.From the beginning of comparing the recipes, carefully measuring the heat and seasoning bit by bit, it was only possible to barely make edible meals. Until now, you can wave the spatula as you like to cook delicious dishes with delicious flavors. Jiang Zehan's chef Yi can be described as advancing by leaps and bounds - he has always been smart and persistent, no matter how you look at it.As long as he wishes, wills, wants, there is nothing he cannot do, nothing he cannot have.

—whatever it is...

Soon, a table of dishes was brought up one after another. Jiang Zehan sat down next to Jiang Zechen, carefully adjusted his posture for him, then picked up the chopsticks, put the food into his bowl, and immediately Smiling lightly, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Zechen who was staring at the food in front of him but didn't move, "Xiaochen, why don't you eat? You're acting like a baby again, do you want my brother to feed you?"

Jiang Zechen's eyes flickered, and finally he raised his hand a little slowly, picked up the extremely light bamboo chopsticks, and carefully picked up the food in the bowl.

His movements are weak, even clumsy, and he can only pick up a little bit after two or three pinches each time, and often falls back into the bowl before putting it to his mouth.

Jiang Zehan didn't urge him, but watched his every move gently and patiently, sometimes he would pick up some dishes that he couldn't pick up all the time and feed him with rice, extremely meticulous and considerate.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Jiang Zechen stopped the chopsticks when his stomach no longer felt uncomfortable.

"I haven't eaten much yet, is that enough?" Jiang Zehan frowned, and said with some displeasure, Jiang Zechen raised his eyes to look at him, then looked away, his expression so indifferent that people don't know what he was thinking .

"Xiaochen, don't be so unhappy. It's just that you can't act anymore. My brother will always treat you very well." Sighing, he put his arms around Jiang Zechen's shoulders. Jiang Zehan gently rubbed his hair and let him lean on In his arms, "You don't have to do anything, my brother will give you all the best, isn't that bad? Be happy, or your body won't be able to bear it, look, you've lost weight again... What if something happens to you, brother?"

Jiang Zehan's voice was mournful and begging, and the hand holding Jiang Zechen's shoulder was also slightly exerted. Jiang Zechen trembled, and finally picked up the chopsticks again, and filled the food into his stomach bit by bit without knowing the taste.

"You're so good, Xiaochen." Jiang Zehan's expression finally softened, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My brother really doesn't understand why Xiaochen likes filming so much. What's so good about the entertainment industry? It's so dirty , confusion, and falsehoods and slanderous acts—it’s really wronged Xiaochen to gossip with those actors who are not on the stage at all... My brother hates seeing you getting close to other people on TV, and as time goes by Chen, you can't tell the difference between the inside and the outside of the play, and because those people contradicted and deceived my brother..."

Jiang Zechen shook his hands, and the lotus root slices he had just picked up fell back into the bowl. He raised his head to look at Jiang Zehan, with a somewhat anxious expression, and opened his mouth slightly, with a vague sound coming out of his throat, but finally he closed it sadly. on the mouth.

Jiang Zehan didn't say anything else, just stroked Jiang Zechen's hair gently, watched him continue to eat in silence, waited until it was almost done, then got up and walked back to the kitchen, and brought out the soup that had been warm in the pot.

"Come on, Xiaochen, today is cinnamon chicken liver soup." Picking up the bowl, he put it on Jiang Zechen's lips. Picking lightly, the voice lowered a few degrees, "Xiaochen..."

Jiang Zechen trembled slightly, glanced at Jiang Zehan hastily and uneasily, opened his mouth quickly, and drank the soup like a forced gulp.

He drank so fast that he even choked accidentally. The soup overflowed from the corner of his mouth and flowed down his neck, wet his thin shirt and even dripped onto his pants.

Jiang Zehan quickly removed the bowl, patted Jiang Zechen's back who was coughing repeatedly, and continued to comfort him. Seeing that there was still more than half of the bowl of soup left, he sighed softly, "Forget it, Xiaochen doesn't want to drink tonight, so forget it."

Jiang Zechen breathed a sigh of relief, with a flash of happiness in his eyes, and was picked up by Jiang Zehan again, and walked into the bathroom.

Putting Jiang Zechen on the chair in the bathroom, Jiang Zehan rolled up his sleeves and started to turn on the water until the water of a suitable temperature had accumulated in the bathtub, then turned around, took off his clothes, and took off Jiang Zechen's clothes as well.

After taking off his clothes, Jiang Zechen looked even thinner, cuddling weakly in his arms, so obedient and soft-hearted, Jiang Zehan picked him up and entered the bathtub together.The warm water wrapped their bodies, causing Jiang Zehan to let out a sigh. Then, while kissing Jiang Zechen's cheek lightly, he picked up the warm water with a towel and gently wiped his body.

The skin is close together, and the touch is so beautiful that it is indescribable. His hands are cruising on the smooth and flexible body, making the desire in Jiang Zehan's body move slightly.

Fingers slid down Jiang Zechen's back and kept submerged in the water, probing the entrance slightly. Jiang Zechen's body stiffened suddenly, but he didn't resist the struggle, but Jiang Zehan still felt the sudden tightness.

"...I'm sorry, Xiaochen, I forgot. Your health is not good. Too much sex will hurt you a lot. It's my brother's fault. Don't be nervous." Jiang Zehan comforted her fingers softly from the dangerous place. She moved away and wrapped her arms around his waist, taking one of his wrists.

The weak wrist was held by Jiang Zehan with irresistible strength, and placed on the hot and hard organ. Jiang Zechen struggled a little as if he had been scalded, and then quickly tamed it down, being numbly held by Jiang Zehan. , rubbing against that organ.Hearing that Jiang Zehan, who was close to him, was breathing gradually, and the warm breath spewed on his cheeks and ears, causing Jiang Zechen to tremble slightly, and his sensitive body that had been trained gradually became hot.

"I love you, Xiaochen, I love you..." Jiang Zehan murmured, almost obsessed, as his lust gradually increased, he tightened his arms around Jiang Zechen, letting that flexible and slender body cling to him, Tight without a single gap.

Jiang Zechen's eyes flashed a trace of complexity and pain at the whisper of Mo Mei in his ear, then his eyes flickered slightly, he opened his mouth slightly, and finally spit out a few words that were so soft that they were almost inaudible.

"I love you too...brother..."

Jiang Zehan's movements paused, and then he chuckled, his voice was extremely gentle, but it concealed coldness and danger, "Xiaochen, do you want to trick me into relaxing my vigilance with sweet words like last time, and then escape? No Possibly, Xiaochen, I will never allow you to leave, you can't escape—even if you escape, I will definitely catch you back... Absolutely."

Jiang Zechen didn't answer, just closed his eyes in despair, let Jiang Zehan hold his hand, increased the strength and speed of rubbing his penis, then let out a soft growl, and sprayed out a cloudy liquid.

The tense body gradually relaxed, Jiang Zehan hugged the young body in his arms, gently rubbed his cheek, showing a satisfied smile.

"Xiaochen, you can only stay by my side, you can only look at me, you can only listen to my words, for the rest of your life..."