The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

After leaving Zhang Youyu, Meng Xiangbei, who entered the mountain, caught a pheasant and two wild eggs.

Meng Xiangbei is the only nightmare beast in the world. The owners of the dreams that have been devoured are from different eras and identities. While devouring them, they also know something about them. Naturally, they have learned a lot of skills through them.

According to his memory, Meng Xiangbei took a remote path and came back. In this day and age, although people often go up to the mountain secretly to hunt, pick mushrooms and other things, the mountain is owned by the public after all, so it is not good for others to see it blatantly.

Those who hunted the prey were brought back secretly.Fortunately, no one was encountered along the way.

Meng Xiangbei's small dilapidated house has a low yard made of mounds on the outside, with a wooden door, two rooms inside, and a stove. bathroom.

The stove room is connected to the toilet, such a layout is very disgusting, but Lin Zhibai loves to be clean, everything in the small shabby house is cleaned by him, and there is no peculiar smell at all.

There are two rooms, one large and one small. The small one was originally used for stacking things. Three years ago, Lin Zhibai lived in Meng Xiangbei's house.

Meng Xiangbei, who pursued Lin Zhibai, took the initiative to give him the big room and lived in the small room by himself.

Later, the two confirmed their relationship, and Meng Xiangbei lived back in the big room, and they shared the same bed so that they could "do business" at night.

Recently, Meng Xiangbei found an excuse for Lin Zhibai and moved him to a small room. Only when he needed it at night, he would go to the small room to torture Lin Zhibai, and then went back to the big room to sleep.

Lin Zhibai listened to Meng Xiangbei's words, although he was reluctant to share a room with him, he didn't dare to say anything more, but Meng Xiangbei was afraid that Zhang Youyu would find out his relationship with Lin Zhibai, so he chose to share a room with Lin Zhibai sleep.

Meng Xiangbei put down the pheasant, went back to the small room, and saw Lin Zhibai lying on the bed, his face was still flushed abnormally because of a fever.

The room is very small, and there is almost no extra space except for the adobe kang, which is about one meter wide.

The young man's slender body was curled up under the thin quilt, and his delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as if he didn't sleep very peacefully. He was probably shivering slightly due to the cold.

Meng Xiangbei was stunned for a moment, unable to connect the boy in front of him with him when he first arrived three years ago.

At that time, Lin Zhibai was also slender, his body was not very good, and his face was fleshy, but he would never be as thin as he is now, as if only the skeleton remained, and the blue veins could be seen under the skin. His body is weak and he doesn't have much resistance. It seems that as long as he gets sick, he will give people the illusion that he will not be able to survive at any time.

Meng Xiangbei's fingertips trembled, and he reached out to touch his forehead.

He had a fever, and it was still a little hot. After thinking about it, he bent down and was about to hug the boy up.

However, for some reason, the boy slept very lightly, even though the fever would make people drowsy, he still woke up.

Opening his eyes wide, seeing a familiar face, Lin Zhibai was startled, struggling to get out of bed, and said: "You are back, sorry, I haven't cooked yet, I will do it now."

Ever since his true nature was exposed, Meng Xiangbei has returned to eating and being lazy. Lin Zhibai goes to work during the day and has three meals a day, no matter how tired he is, he has to come back to cook for him.

I remember one time, when Lin Zhibai delayed coming back to cook because of some things, Meng Xiangbei directly beat him coldly, and didn't speak to him for several days, with cold eyes.Lin Zhibai, who had always relied on Meng Xiangbei, panicked and couldn't sit still. He apologized for a long time and was tortured several times by Meng Xiangbei before the matter passed.

Lin Zhibai was not afraid of anything else, but Meng Xiangbei's cold violence would make him feel that Meng Xiangbei didn't want him anymore.

Seeing that Lin Zhibai was about to get out of bed, Meng Xiangbei grabbed him with his long arm, directly imprisoned him in his arms, and hugged him horizontally, "Don't move."

At this time, Meng Xiangbei's face was serious, his voice was low, and his tone was undeniable.

As expected, Lin Zhibai didn't move, his whole body was stiff, and he huddled in a small ball in the arms of the tall Meng Xiangbei, with his head lowered, and said, "I'm sorry."

Meng Xiangbei didn't speak, and carried him out of the small room. The person in his arms was very light, and it didn't take much effort to hold him. With the wind blowing in front of him, Meng Xiangbei held the boy tightly in his arms.

Lin Zhibai buried his head in the man's arms passively, breathing the familiar and strong breath that belonged to Meng Xiangbei, lingering around him, and the man's steady and powerful heartbeat in his ears.

How long has it been since I haven't been in contact with him like this.

At night they would still be doing the most intimate things in the world, but Lin Zhibai felt that at that time, their hearts were far apart.

Lin Zhibai stretched out his hand out of nowhere and grabbed the man's skirt. He wanted to grasp the warmth of this moment, because he knew that it might disappear in the next moment.

A few steps away, Meng Xiangbei carried Lin Zhibai to the big room.

The 1.8-meter kang is three times larger than the small room. Although dilapidated, it is spacious and bright.

Lin Zhibai was placed on the bed, looking at his empty hands, under his slender eyelashes, his eyes dimmed.

Meng Xiangbei carefully let Lin Zhibai lie on the bed, spread out his thick quilt, and covered him.

Facing Shanglin Zhibai's bewildered eyes, he said in a gentle tone, "Did you get sick this morning? Did you take your medicine? The fever hasn't subsided yet. Is your body still feeling uncomfortable? Remember to tell me if you feel uncomfortable. do you know?"

Lin Zhibai stared at Meng Xiangbei slightly with round almond eyes, as if he didn't quite believe that he would say such concerned words.

How long have not heard.

After a moment of silence, he moved his dry lips and said cautiously, "Are you not angry?"

Meng Xiangbei stared at him, imitating the young man Qingjun's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Why would I be angry? You are sick, and it's too late for me to feel sorry for you. Now, as long as you recover from your illness, don't think about anything else."

Lin Zhibai pursed his lips tightly, didn't speak, just looked at him.

Meng Xiangbei's heart trembled slightly, he moved closer to him, lowered his head, and buried it on the boy's neck, his clear voice was slightly hoarse, "Xiaobai, I'm sorry, I treated you very badly because of my own reasons, but I will not treat you in the future." No more, I will change and treat you well, can you forgive me and give me another chance to love you well?"

Meng Xiangbei raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes, which Lin Zhibai had never seen before. Suddenly, Lin Zhibai's heart was stirred up, and his breathing became slightly short of breath.

"Aren't you willing to forgive me? It's okay, I'm so bad, you should not forgive me." Seeing that Lin Zhibai was silent and did not speak, Meng Xiangbei's eyes darkened a little, and the corners of his lips were slightly bitter.

He got up and walked out, Lin Zhibai thought he was going to leave, panicked, reached out his hand quickly, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and implored him inadvertently, "Don't go."

Meng Xiangbei was stunned for a moment, leaned over, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, "I'm not leaving, I just want to pour water for you." His lips were almost dry.

After confirming that Meng Xiangbei would not leave, Lin Zhibai let go.

Meng Xiangbei's house has an old kettle, holding an enamel cup, he poured half a cup, even with his back turned, he could still feel Lin Zhibai's eyes on him.