mud buddha

Nibel was taking a bath, and Benoit had finished washing before him. At this time, he was wearing a nightgown. He found out the sketch of the waist chain he had drawn before and looked at it. Find a professional designer to share this sweet trouble for him.

In fact, he originally wanted to wash with Nibel, but Nibel drove him out out of kindness, fearing that Benoit would catch a cold.At this time, the weather was not too cold, and there was no need for Benoit to warm the bed, so he had to sit on the head of the bed bored.

People are most afraid of boredom, and when they are bored, they tend to think about other things.Benoit sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about his physical condition.After being ill for so many years, as the saying goes, a long illness makes a doctor. Although Benoit could not get a medical license to treat others, he still knew his own physical condition well.

Even though his body is better now than before, and the climbing up and down exercise with Nibel recuperating greatly strengthened his cardiopulmonary function, the damage to his foundation caused by the previous two illnesses should not be underestimated.As usual, he has always lived day by day, but now he has an urgent desire to survive from the bottom of his heart, and it would be good to snatch every minute and every second from the hands of death.

He actually began to rejoice that Nibel was approaching 30, although the idea was a bit base.If Nibel was the same age as him, then his body would definitely not be able to survive him, and he would have left him early, but now that Nibel is ten years older than him, everything is hard to say, maybe he can live with Nibel for as long as What about seven and eighty years old?

Thinking of this, he counted with his fingers that he could accompany Nibel for another few decades, and then logically began to imagine what Nibel's future life would be like if he left before Nibel.He looked back at his property, whether it would be enough for Nibel at that time.If Nibel Qi is 80 years old and has no children, how will he manage his business? Will he be able to leave enough wealth for Nibel to spend his old age comfortably?Leaning against the head of the bed, he seemed to see the old and lonely Nibel, and couldn't help but wet his eyes.

After struggling for a while, he planned to buy more real estate and leave it to Nibel.But what if Nibel squanders these properties and finds new people?The more Benoit thought about it, the more annoyed he felt that Nibel was really nothing, and he actually spent his money on the little lover.

Ultimately he decided he wanted to leave his mark on the legacy.The house wanted to order his portraits, all of which were firmly nailed to the wall and embedded in the wall, making it impossible for Nibel to dismantle it. If he wanted to dismantle it, he had to demolish the whole house.From today on, all his things will be engraved with his full name, and the items must be damaged in order to remove them.And those who cannot be engraved, just use ink to write on it.In short, let Nibel live without him and still be full of him.

When Nibel came out of the shower, he saw Benoit leaning on the head of the bed, his eyes were red, and he glared at him.

"what happened, Babe?"

Benoit stared at him for a while, until Nibel sat down on the head of the bed, facing him, and then asked: "If, I mean, if I die—"

"Don't say these unlucky things." Nibel nervously covered Benoit's mouth.If it's someone else, then just say it, it's nothing more than a harmless joke.But Benoit's health is not good, and death is not a light and easy joke for him, but a sling that threatens him all the year round and chokes his throat.Nibel never wanted to consider the slightest possibility of this.

Benoit pushed his hand away: "There will always be such a day, listen to me..."

"Then I'll be with you." Nibel let his hand be grabbed by Benoit: "If you die, I can't live anymore."

"Didn't you have a good life without me for so many years?" Benoit sighed: "That's not what I mean, I don't want you to go with me early."

"How do you know that I'm fine without you?" Nibel broke away from Benoit's hand, and hugged him tightly with outstretched arms. "My first 28 years were like a hollow piece of wood. I didn't know where I came from. I was just a dead branch, a fallen leaf, engulfed by the turbulent river of life. But after meeting you , I felt that I fell to the ground, and grew a living soft heart, which slowly took root and sprouted. The first time I met you was when my life changed dramatically."

"I didn't expect you to be quite talented in literature." Benoit was hugged by him, feeling the warm liquid in his blood vessels slowly flowing, getting hotter and hotter, so hot that he wanted to stand up and shout: "I'm just an ordinary Man, now a lucky man to be loved by a lover. You've made me so amazing."

"You are not an ordinary person. I am your Galatea, originally just a stone statue, but because of your love, I have a soul."

Nibel's lips pressed against Benoit's neck and murmured.

It was already late at night, and the hooting of an owl came from outside, piercing through all obstacles, clear and loud.Under the moonlight, the field was glowing blue-purple, and without warning, the noisy rain fell, making a violent sound.

Benoit's hands were trembling slightly.He slipped against the head of the bed and lay on the bed, Nibel looked down at him, the light fell from overhead, his facial features were blurred.

"Don't cry, Benoit. When you cry, my heart will be broken." Nibel reached out to wipe away the tears for him: "I can't live without you."

"You're always oily at times like this." Benoit's eyelashes were wet, rubbing against Nibel's fingertips: "But after getting used to it, I quite like it."

Nibel smiled, showing his youthful canine teeth.Benoit was in a trance for a while: "It would be great if I could meet you sooner."

"I wasn't as good-looking as I was when I was young." Nibel leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I don't care if others are good-looking or not." Benoit pouted, and hurriedly added: "I think you are very good-looking."

"Thank you so much." The two were rubbing each other's ears amidst the sound of wind and rain. The temperature dropped sharply, but the place where the two touched kept heating up.

Nibel was lying on the bed, and Benoit was behind him, holding his waist, and kissing his shoulders and spine delicately.He heard Nibel muttering something in a low voice, so he leaned over to listen.

Nibel was already a little absent-minded again, his mouth was slightly open, and his speech was slurred: "Don't say that again in the future."

"Well, stop talking. I was just joking."

"This kind of thing can't be joked around."

"I won't talk about it after that."

"I will find a doctor in the future, and I will give you a good condition. I will always be with you."

Benoit counted Nibel's ribs with his hands.Nibel's waist collapsed badly, and Benoit could see the depression in the middle of his back, like a thin shining river, with fine beads of sweat on it, shining slightly, as if the next second There will be a rushing river roaring.

As he breathed, Nibel's abdomen rose and fell slightly. When he inhaled, his skin was taut and his ribs became obvious. When he exhaled, he relaxed, and his hands became soft again.

"Okay." Nibel heard Benoit reply: "I will always be with you."

It rained all night, and in the morning, the rainwater from the eaves merged into small waterfalls and fell from the window.

"I called the servants to go to your place to clean up first." Benoit waited until Nibel woke up before making a sound.

Nibel opened his eyes and looked at Benoit's face.He felt that Benoit's eyes were surprisingly large, and his lips looked unusually soft.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up to wash up. Benoit followed him like a little tail: "What do you do after cleaning?"

"No need to do anything, just let everyone know that I want to live back."

"Everyone?"

"Well, the more people know about it, the better."

"Are you tired?" Benoit asked worriedly, putting his hands on Nibel's waist.

Nibel licked his molars and slapped his hand off: "This question should be asked to you, right?"

"Because you slept for a long time, you look really tired."

"It's not because you tossed and tossed me yesterday. You didn't do much, but my back hurts, even here," Nibel pointed to his chest, "the skin is all broken, and it's uncomfortable to rub."

"I'm sorry—" Benoit frowned, stretched out his hand and untied Nibel's nightgown, then lowered his head to embrace the swollen area of ​​his chest, and licked it.

"What are you doing?" Nibel's abdomen tensed, and he supported the washstand.

Benoit's tongue circled and fiddled with the raised little grains: "Saliva disinfection."

What else can Nibel say besides tolerance at this time?In the end, Benoit still had a conscience. After licking, he didn't know where to find medicine to apply to him.

"I will let you try it next time." Nibel said angrily while watching Benoit apply the medicine for him seriously.

"Okay, okay." Benoit replied with a smile, and after applying the medicine, he leaned forward to kiss Nibel again.Nibel opened his mouth, hooked the tip of Benoit's tongue with his tongue, finally turned and left after kissing Benoit until he couldn't breathe.Benoit was kissed so that his lower abdomen burst into flames, and Niebel ignored his softness.

Benoit had no choice but to let himself go and calm down, and at the same time made a note of Nibel-the self-esteem of a 30-year-old man is really terrible!

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The countdown is over (hope there are no typos) ps: Galatea is the sculpture made by Pygmalion