After the sick top was forced to marry

Because the car had already slowed down when it hit, it only dented a piece of the door, and it happened that half a piece of sharp-edged metal plate protruded out, scratching Lin Zijin's pants and directly hurting his leg.

But fortunately it's not particularly deep.

Pei Ming leaned over from the co-pilot, with a calm and scary expression on his face, but his red eyes and cold hands could not conceal his panic and fear at the moment.

Lin Zijin gritted his teeth and moved his leg away from the metal plate, feeling that he didn't hurt his bones, so he pushed Pei Ming: "Get out of the car."

Pei Ming wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and carefully helped him out of the car.

"I'm fine." As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black figure jumping out of the car and running in the opposite direction. "Go after that idiot. I'll take his last name if I don't kill him today."

Seeing that Lin Zijin still had the strength to threaten others, Pei Ming let go a lot, but still stayed by his side: "Don't worry about that, I'll call the emergency first."

"You are heartless?" Lin Zijin frowned, "If we don't catch him now, what if he runs away? I was bumped for nothing?"

Pei Ming let him lean into his arms, and slowly put the injured leg flat: "Brother Lin, believe me, he can't run away, go to the hospital first."

"you......"

Lin Zijin gritted his teeth and was about to stare at him when he saw the anger and panic in Pei Ming's eyes.

His heart seemed to be pierced by that gaze, and he finally didn't say the rest of the sentence, lowering his eyes: "...All right."

The wound was actually not particularly serious, it was a blessing compared to the injury.

Pei Ming carefully wiped off the blood on his leg with a paper towel, revealing the rather terrifying long and narrow wound underneath.

He had a sore nose, and tears fell silently on Lin Zijin's shoulder.

Lin Zijin sighed, endured the pain and comforted him: "Isn't this dead? Why are you crying like I'm going to die?"

"I didn't protect you well."

"I don't need your protection," Lin Zijin said, "I'm sorry for you. If I had known this lunatic was chasing the car today, I shouldn't have come out with you. It doesn't matter if something happened to me. If you..."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter if something happened to you?"

Pei Ming's voice was faintly hostile, and suddenly turned cold.

Lin Zijin looked away, moved his body in his arms, and groaned in pain after being pulled to the wound.

In fact, he was really scared.

It's fine for a lingering person like me to have an accident. Pei Ming just turned 22, and he just started his good life. If he is really implicated and died here, then he will die of guilt as a ghost.

The ambulance came quickly and took the two to the nearest hospital.

The paper towel that originally covered the wound was soaked in blood. Pei Ming changed a few more papers in the car, but it was still completely soaked when he arrived at the hospital, and blood began to drip on the ground again.

Pei Ming was beside him, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that this person would suddenly disappear like a puff of smoke.

They went to the emergency room, and they went for blood tests first.The emergency doctor held the test sheet and said solemnly: "The platelets are too low, you need to take an injection to stop the bleeding. Are you his family member?"

Pei Ming nodded.

The doctor signed the form frantically: "Get the medicine, go quickly."

Pei Ming quickly took the list, staggered when he got up, and almost fell to the ground.

Lin Zijin was a little frightened when he heard the doctor's words "low platelets". Seeing Pei Ming's appearance, he couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Slow down, be careful to knock your teeth out."

Pei Ming looked back at him: "Brother Lin, wait for me to come back."

The doctor tapped the table next to him with a pen: "Don't act as if you are parting from life and death, there are still people waiting to see a doctor."

In fact, the wound wasn't deep at first, but because Lin Zijin's platelets were too low, the bleeding couldn't stop and kept flowing, which made it seem particularly frightening.

"Don't see the water for two days when you go home," the doctor said. "And your physical condition is very poor, and your immunity is also low. Go back and recuperate. If you don't know, you may think it's a laboratory report from a 50-year-old."

He said, looking at Pei Ming with deep meaning in his eyes: "It's normal for a young man to have thoughts, but he must be restrained, and don't turn day and night upside down every day. Will his health be better this way?"

Pei Ming blushed: "Actually, actually..."

Lin Zijin raised his hand and pinched the soft flesh of his waist unceremoniously, as if warning him to speak carefully.

"next."

The doctor raised his head and yelled out the door, obviously starting to chase away the guests.

Just as Pei Ming walked out of the emergency room with Lin Zijin in his arms, he saw a woman wearing a professional suit with a microphone in her hand, looking around in the waiting room, as if looking for someone.

The reporter came really fast.

He turned his feet, hugged the person in his arms, turned around and went into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Lin Zijin raised his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Pei Ming led him into the cubicle and closed the door: "There are reporters outside, I'll take you in to hide."

The cubicle in the hospital bathroom was very small, and it was a bit crowded for two big men to stand there, but it was still clean and tasteless, enough for the two of them to hide in it for a while.

"Tsk, annoying."

Lin Zijin took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "These reporters have really long noses, and they chased after them in just over an hour."

He originally wanted to stand up straight, but when he pulled the wound, he immediately moaned in pain, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Brother Lin, stand by me," Pei Ming said, pulling him into his arms, "this way you won't touch the wound."

Lin Zijin let out a "hmm", leaned back tentatively, and bumped into a piece of warm softness.

For no reason, he thought of Pei Ming's embrace when the two of them were sleeping at home last night, and that inexplicable sense of peace quietly surfaced again.

"Thank you for the past few days," he said softly, "It's been hard work."

Lin Zijin is not someone who doesn't know what to expect.

Leaving aside the usual breakfast, lunch and dinner, just saying that he was able to accompany him all night when he was drunk is enough to make him understand Pei Ming's tenderness.

Although he had some prejudice against Pei Ming because of some things at the beginning, it turned out that all prejudices were just one-sided words of the marketing account.The two of them got along for three months, and he saw all of Pei Ming's thoughtfulness, and most of the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

As for the rest, he still doesn't know why.

Pei Ming put his arms around his thin waist, the clothes under his palms were thin, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he could directly touch the skin underneath.

He looked down at the white nape of the man in his arms, and suddenly had the urge to bite it.

It's like putting a label and swearing ownership.

"Brother Lin, you don't need to thank me," he swallowed, and whispered, "Speaking of which, I still owe Brother Lin my life."

Lin Zijin paused when he was typing, and pinched his waist with his backhand: "What are you talking about?"

"Just now," Pei Ming lowered his head slightly, and leaned closer to his ear, "it is said in the book that when a driver encounters danger, he will subconsciously keep himself away from the danger and throw the co-pilot in the direction where the collision is about to occur. Human survival instinct."

He sighed softly, and the fine air flowed over Lin Zijin's eartips.

Lin Zijin suddenly felt that his ears were extremely sensitive, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "...don't come so close to me when you talk."

However, Pei Ming acted as if he didn't hear it, and his lips were close to his ear, as long as he lowered his lips, he could kiss him directly: "Brother Lin, you are protecting me, aren't you?"

"I haven't," Lin Zijin felt his heart was beating faster for no reason, but subconsciously denied, "Have you watched too many idol dramas, kid?"

Pei Ming raised his eyebrows, unceremoniously bit his ear tip lightly, and whispered, "Brother Lin, you called me kid again."

"Are you really a dog?" Lin Zijin felt his side go numb, "Why bite me?"

"I just told you yesterday that you are not allowed to treat me like a child anymore, and you agreed."

Pei Ming's voice trailed off softly, accusing coquettishly: "Brother Lin, you don't keep your word."

For the first time, Lin Zijin knew what it meant to be "half-softened".

Although Xiao Xingxing slowed down his voice, it still sounded low and low in his ears, carelessly teasing his heart lightly, making his breathing inexplicably disordered and his scalp numb.

He exhaled lightly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "Don't stick so close to me."

"But Brother Lin, this is such a big place." Pei Ming rubbed forward as if he wanted to make an inch of it, "Where else can I go if I don't get closer to you?"

Lin Zijin frowned, remembering last night's dream.

In the dream, the two of them were also in the same position that Pei Ming was behind him, holding him firmly under him with an extremely domineering attitude, licking from his ear to the back of his neck tenderly and full of lust.

The softness became stronger and stronger, Lin Zijin felt that even his breathing became hot.

This feeling was so strange, he let out a low gasp in panic, which was particularly obvious in the silent cubicle.

Pei Ming paused: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, my leg hurts a little."

Lin Zijin vaguely made up a random reason, and wanted to get out of Pei Ming's arms, but he heard him whisper: "Don't move around."

"Then let me go," he said, "I can stand by myself."

Pei Ming glanced at him, seemed a little unhappy, but followed his words and slowly let go.

Lin Zijin's phone screen lit up just right.

Zeng Xi sent a message saying that the company's car had arrived, and asked the two reporters who bypassed the front door to meet at the back door.

Lin Zijin breathed a sigh of relief instantly: "Sister Zeng is here, let's go."

Pei Ming swallowed: "Brother Lin, you go first, I'll go out later."

"Why?" Lin Zijin was a little surprised, "Even if you are photographed with me, it doesn't matter, does it?"

"not me......"

Pei Ming gritted his teeth and sighed inwardly, and continued, "Forget it, wait for me outside the cubicle for a while."

Lin Zijin let out a "huh" and pushed open the door of the compartment to go out. His back seemed to be inexplicably running away.

He stood outside the cubicle for a few minutes before the strange feeling of blushing and heartbeat slowly disappeared.

Is it really so sensitive because I haven't had sex/life for too long?

But the most embarrassing thing for him is that Pei Ming already has someone he likes.

If Pei Ming doesn't have someone he likes, maybe two adults who both need to solve their problems still have a chance to hit it off. It wouldn't be a bad thing to have a one-night fling between you and me.

But Pei Ming has someone he likes, so it seems very immoral for him to do this.

Lin Zijin sighed, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "What are you doing in there? Are you okay?"

It took a few seconds for Pei Ming's voice to sound, and it was abnormally hoarse: "Wait for me a little longer."

"Are you okay?" Lin Zijin said, "Did you get in the car earlier..."

"Brother Lin."

Pei Ming called him and then paused, his breathing seemed to be a little short: "You...don't talk to me, please."

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