The wicked have their own evil

It was midnight, but Zitong didn't get any sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the night sky outside the window.Then, he shifted his gaze to Zhang Chi who was sleeping soundly next to him, his brows and eyes were full of tiredness.

Zitong smiled lightly, full of bitterness.

"I'm not..." His voice was as soft as a gnat, and then he sighed slowly.

He remembered Zhang Chi's yelling at him, but he didn't come back with this purpose, he obviously did it for his mother.

He nodded Zhang Chi's forehead, and said softly: "I just want to go back to my mother's place, which belongs to me."

He didn't want to deal with Shen Hua because of his so-called father, he didn't care about his father at all.

His mother was the sad victim.

With the resentment and yearning he had held for the past ten years or so to support him to live until now, a bud had already been planted in his heart, and it grew bigger and bigger, until it grew into a poisonous ivy that couldn't be pulled out.

But Zhang Chi chose Shen Hua one and two, and made him shrink back. His dead mother was his only thought.

His eyes were a little sore, "But I'm just selfish." He just wanted Zhang Chi to choose him.

Shouldn't he come back here and meet him.

He looked at Zhang Chi, and while he was sleeping, he said something that he couldn't normally say, in a voice so soft that he could hardly hear him, "I've fallen in love with you, so can't you continue to love me?"

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The next morning, Zhang Chi woke up.He rubbed his eyes and subconsciously wanted to reach for his phone from the bedside table.

Suddenly, he woke up completely, squinted at his handcuffed right hand, sighed softly, and stared at the ceiling with round eyes.

Every minute and every second here is undoubtedly tormenting for him.He is like falling into an abyss now, unable to speak alone, and does not know foreign affairs.

He couldn't run out, and even gave him daily injections to weaken his strength.He rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes filled with bewilderment and fatigue.

Zitong would bring the meal to him on time and call him softly to eat, but all he got was an indifferent response.

"Eat some." Zitong took a mouthful of rice and put it to his lips.

Zhang Chi had no appetite, so he turned his face away.

Zi Tong froze her hands, pursed her lips and looked at him.He thought of Zhang Chi in the past, his face was as pale as mud on the wall, he obviously had a stomach ache and lost his appetite, and he didn't want him to worry, so he would forcefully eat a few mouthfuls of food.

But now, he turned his face sideways, treating him like a stranger.

With a sullen face, Zitong forced his face back and repeated, "Eat."

Zhang Chi couldn't resist him, he just said: "Let go first.

Zitong frowned and said stubbornly, "You haven't eaten much today, if you don't eat any more, I can only give you a nutritional injection."

Sure enough, Zhang Chi's eyes were filled with anger, and then he was discouraged, "Don't give me any more injections."

Zitong pursed her lips and looked at him.

"I don't like it," Zhang Chi said in a low voice, light and tired, "I don't like this feeling."

Zitong was silent and did not respond.

He sneered, "This feeling of being controlled by others, isn't it?"

But Zitong was a little stubborn in this regard, "I won't give you another injection after the matter is over."

Zhang Chi raised his hand in rage, trying to push the rice plate aside, but unexpectedly dropped the rice on the ground, and it fell apart in an instant.

"..." Zitong frowned, but didn't get too angry, "Don't do that."

Zhang Chi pulled his lips, and said in a broken jar, "Give me an injection, anyway."

Zitong clenched her hands tightly, looking into his ruthless eyes, thinking to herself, this is not the process he wanted.He has never pleased anyone, and he doesn't know what to do.

Over the past twenty years, he has habitually frozen himself into a body that will not penetrate the molten body.He lived according to his own wishes, without any plans, and without any changes.He didn't like any external factors interfering with his life, but Zhang Chi's intrusion still disrupted his life.

But now, it changed again. He looked at Zhang Chi with a strange sense of fear.

"I'll think about it." He backed off a step.

Zhang Chi didn't speak anymore, and lay on his side, with his back facing Zitong, his hem slipped to the bed quilt, revealing his beautiful and strong psoas muscles.

Zitong's eyes drooped, and after cleaning up the meal dregs on the floor, he climbed onto the bed, lay on his side, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Zhang Chi frowned and moved.

On the contrary, Zitong hugged him even tighter, wrapped his slender arms around his waist, and buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder without any rejection.

Zhang Chi closed his eyes and didn't want to care about him.

Zi Tong's voice was soft and low, with some complaints, "Why are you always angry, you obviously used to..." He was the one who was most afraid of his anger before.

He paused, feeling that Zhang Chi's body became more rigid, as if he was repelling his approach.

Zitong became a little unhappy, and his voice sank, "Say something to me, Zhang Chi." He looked at Zhang Chi who only left his back for him, with an unbearable and strange feeling in his heart, and put aside his indifferent attitude. On the one hand, I started to feel a little overwhelmed.

He hugged Zhang Chi tightly, and the time passed bit by bit, so quietly that only the tick-tock of the bell could be heard.He didn't even know if Zhang Chi was asleep, and suddenly he spoke in a soft voice that was barely audible, "No one taught me how to please people, I will learn, but except this time, you can do whatever you want in the future." OK."