The wicked have their own evil

He was woken up.

Zitong stood in front of him, frowning at him with long and delicate eyebrows.

Zhang Chi rubbed his eyes and said hoarsely, "What time is it?"

Zitong didn't answer him, bent over and pinched his chin, and looked carefully.

"uncomfortable?"

Zhang Chi fell asleep, the pain was not as strong as before, but his face was still pale.

He put Zitong's hand on his cheeks and rubbed them left and right, pretending to be weak and said: "Stomach hurts, it's uncomfortable, stay with me."

"..." Zitong: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chi really felt a little hungry, so he shook his head.

He smacked his lips and shamelessly ordered Zitong for supper, "I want to eat chicken wing lo mein, the one you made a few days ago."

Zitong withdrew his hand, pressed his forehead again, and his face calmed down a little, "I'll go and see if there are any chicken wings."

Zhang Chi nodded, looking at Zitong's leaving back, he suppressed his smile.

He rested on the bed for another ten minutes before getting up to eat noodles.He sat on a high stool, pushed aside the chopsticks Zitong had given him, and ate the noodles heartily.

Zitong got him a glass of water, put it in front of him, and said, "Eat slowly."

Zhang Chi was so hungry that he ate the lo mein in just a few minutes. He leaned back and burped contentedly.

Zitong looked at him carefully, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Zhang Chi brazenly put his hand in his stomach, and said, "Touch it, and it won't hurt anymore."

Zitong: "...Don't make trouble, just lie down on the bed if you feel uncomfortable."

……

When Zitong came out of the shower, he saw Zhang Chi had taken off his shirt and was lying on the bed.

The weather in January was still colder than spring, so Zitong pursed his lips, picked up the quilt and covered him.

But before he could cover it, Zhang Chi grabbed his wrist and pulled him on the bed. Zi Tong fell on the quilt unexpectedly, watching Zhang Chi go up with his legs and clamp him.

Zhang Chi lowered his head and said vaguely while kissing him, "Honey, we haven't had sex for a long time."

Zi Tong was drooling all over his face due to his irregular kissing, and couldn't avoid it.

Afterwards, Zhang Chi stopped, his eyes were hazy and lustful, he slowly rubbed the tip of his nose against his, gently pried open the side of his lips to enter, and then pulled off his pants.

He was the same as before, but there seemed to be something different.

Zitong grabs his trouser hand.

Zhang Chi looked at him inexplicably.

Zitong asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Chi paused, "What's wrong?"

Zitong pursed her lips lightly, her eyes pressed on him a little bit tightly, "You are not quite right today."

He wanted to tear his lips apart, but couldn't, so he gave up.

"What can I do? It's just uncomfortable." He kissed Zitong's shoulder a few times, "It's so cold, let's sweat a little."

Zitong didn't blink, insisting on giving him an excuse.

Zhang Chi, on the other hand, sighed, he still didn't move after teasing him like this.

Zhang Chi took out a folded white paper from his trouser pocket, opened it, and handed it in front of him, "I went to see a tour group today, and I was wondering if I should go on a trip with you. "

Zitong didn't think about it, and looked up at him.

Zhang Chi touched his nose and said in a low voice, "I know you've been busy recently, and I wanted to surprise you after you're done."

Zitong read the words on the paper and asked, "When did you make the plan?"

Zhang Chi: "It's a few days." He just had this idea at first, but now he thinks, he really wants to go for a walk.

Zhang Chi finally parted his lips, and said softly, "It's just the two of us."

As soon as he said this, Zitong kissed his lips, and they really broke out in sweat for the rest of the night.

Zhang Chi buried his head in the pillow, not thinking about anything, only groaning occasionally.Until dawn, he was reflected by the weak sunlight and opened his eyes.

He looked to the left and saw that Zitong was still sleeping.

On weekdays, Zitong is a light sleeper, and any random movement can wake him up.Half of his face was buried heavily in the white pillow, only the left side of his face was exposed.Zhang Chi is still beating his heart for his appearance until now, his facial features are beautiful, his brows are like jade, because the faint dawn has fallen, softening his cold facial features, appearing a little docile.

But now there are subtle dark circles under his eyes, which makes him feel very distressed.

He suddenly thought, as Zitong wished, put aside everything before, think about nothing, only him, only Zitong, every morning when he wakes up, say "good morning", there will be no swords, swords, or surprises Parting from life and death, you will not face the so-called betrayal, and live an ordinary life with your lover.

He didn't think about this before, but with Zitong, he began to long for this kind of life.

He smiled wryly, looked at the ceiling, his eyes were dark, what is the difference between his breaking promises and betrayal.

The first time he met Shen Hua, he said, "As long as you protect my sister well, I will always be loyal to you."

When everything is over, he will go on a trip with Zitong and live a life of just the two of them.

Zhang Chi gently brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, kissed his brow tenderly, and got up.

He left the room wringing his hands and feet, and went to open the refrigerator to see if there was any breakfast that needed to be cooked.

He scratched his head, not knowing where to start.The materials that Zitong bought filled the refrigerator. He looked at it and took out the dumplings.

He usually cooks very little, and he was a little flustered when he turned on the pan. He lowered his head, turned over the seasonings on the shelf, and poured several spoonfuls of oil into the pan excitedly.

As a result, he was in a hurry, and the oil bounced on his arm. He jumped back a few steps and cursed secretly.

The noise in the kitchen forced Zi Tong to wake up. He walked to the kitchen, leaned against the wall, and watched Zhang Chi cooking dumplings.

Zhang Chi looked back and grinned, "Morning."

Zitong walked over and saw what he was doing, "...it's sticking to the pan."

"Hey, what should I do?"

Zitong expected him to cook a delicious breakfast, but he might not be able to count on it, so he kicked him out and cooked it himself.

Zhang Chi sighed, where can such a capable wife be found.

After a while, the steaming dumplings were on the pot, and Zitong put them on a plate and placed them on the dining table.

Zhang Chi rubbed his hands, picked up the dumplings with his chopsticks, and hung his head down to devour them. Zi Tong made him a glass of milk, "Eat slowly."

After Zhang Chi stretched his waist satiated with food, he was pushed back to the room by Zitong to rest.

Zitong squatted wearing shoes, her fine hair fell on her forehead, and she was wearing a bag behind her white shirt, preventing her from taking off a college student.

Zhang Chi suddenly remembered that he had a childhood dream, to stage a story about a bully and a school girl.

He smacked his lips and thought, this dream should not be out of date.

Zitong bent down slightly, looked at him for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to work first."

When he was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Chi grabbed his wrist unpredictably.

Zitong looked at him in confusion.

Zhang Chi lowered his voice very low, "Baby, do I look like your little boy?"

Zitong: "..." He saw Zhang Chi's tough and handsome appearance and his aura like the wind, but he really couldn't say "yes", and only Zhang Chi's thick skin would ask this question.

He pressed Zhang Chi on the bed and said word by word: "Rest."

Zhang Chi: "Immediately."