After the sick top was forced to marry

The scorching breath spewed out by Lin Zijin's ears, making him tremble suddenly, and without thinking about it, he hit back hard with his elbow, and then he heard the person behind him groan in pain, the pain lying across his waist The hand loosened up a little.

Lin Zijin gasped and turned around, slowly raised his eyes, the person who was buried deep in his memory and brought him endless nightmares was standing in front of him, even with a playful smile on his lips.

"Long time no see, Lin." The man slowly stepped forward, eyes locked on him like a falcon, "Do you miss me?"

Lin Zijin's heart was beating violently in his chest, hitting his ribs forcefully, making a "bang bang" sound, as if he was about to jump out in the next second.

He stabilized his mood and said coldly: "I don't want to talk to you, get out."

The man lowered his eyes and reached out to caress his side face, but was slapped away with a palm.

"You still have the same temper," he was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "If you touch you, you will be bitten, just like a kitten."

His Chinese is very awkward, and he babbled each word in a blunt manner, which can be called "clumsy".

"King, please let me go," Lin Zijin closed his eyes slightly, feeling the exhaustion rising from the bottom of his heart, "You came all the way from South Korea, why?"

"for what?"

King twitched the corner of his lips: "For you."

"You fled from our country in a hurry back then, and you left before I had time to give you a farewell gift. I regretted it for a long time."

His yellow-brown eyes stared at Lin Zijin unblinkingly, as if he wanted to see through his pretended strong exterior, and see directly the weak and vulnerable inside.

As if he was sure that he would not resist anymore, King's eyes were a little more joking: "Lin, I liked you very much back then, but why didn't you give me a chance to tell the truth?"

"like me?"

Lin Zijin moved his lips, his face full of sarcasm: "Do you like molesting me while I'm sleeping at night?"

King blinked in confusion, "Isn't that right?"

"Do you think it's right?" Lin Zijin laughed coldly, "And it's not just you alone, but also your small group. You think I don't know, do you?"

"But so what?"

King whistled nonchalantly: "Anyway, you will be mine sooner or later. We will do it sooner or later. Is there any problem after reconciliation first?"

"If you think there is no problem, there is no problem. Goodbye."

Lin Zijin knew that he couldn't make up his mind with this Korean, and he just wanted to get out of this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, so as not to let his lower body dominate his brain and do something shocking to the world.

But he had just walked a few steps before he was blocked back again.

King's arm was laid across his front like an iron bar, with a somewhat unquestionable meaning: "I didn't let you go."

"You opened this place? I can only leave if you let me go?"

Lin Zijin's hands were trembling slightly, but he still straightened his back, not wanting the people in front of him to see his panic: "Get lost."

As he spoke, he punched King in the stomach, but was caught by the wrist halfway.

King's strength was so great that he couldn't help moaning almost the next moment, his whole wrist was numb and painful, and he could hardly move.

"Be good, Lin, you people are really stubborn," King said softly, pressing him against the wall, "We were so close at the time, don't you like me at all?"

"Who the hell likes you, let go."

Lin Zijin frowned, trying to break free from King's shackles, but he was still pressed tightly against the wall.

"I heard that you are married to a man who is three years younger than you."

King's eyes became a little more ruthless, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Can he really satisfy you? In his 20s, just like a child, is he really qualified to be your husband?"

Lin Zijin's breathing stopped suddenly, and he fell silent.

King thought he had finally grasped his lifeline, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up: "Did I hit it? What do you Chinese often say? Little milk dog? What's so good about it? It's younger than you, loves to play, and is irresponsible. Is it really suitable to be together, Lin?"

Lin Zijin suppressed his nausea and discomfort, and said softly, "Who says he's not suitable."

"He is very caring and gentle. He takes care of me at home. I trust him and... love him."

It seems that as soon as Pei Ming was mentioned, he felt more confident: "How can you compare him with you, you are a beast."

Although King couldn't understand what a "beast" was, he could still sense the ins and outs of Lin Zijin's words, and his expression sank immediately: "What did you say?"

"I'll let you go, don't be shameless."

As soon as Lin Zijin finished speaking, another tingling pain appeared on his wrist.

"Do you think I'm not as good as your little boyfriend?" King said aggressively, "Can he really satisfy you?"

Before Lin Zijin could speak, he heard a familiar voice behind King: "He told you to leave, don't you understand?"

Lin Zijin froze for a moment, raised his eyes in disbelief, and saw Pei Ming appearing at the door of the bathroom with a rather unexpected expression in formal attire.

King didn't know him: "What does our private matter have to do with you?"

Pei Ming raised his eyebrows when he saw his face, and said clearly, "Koreans, why can't they understand Chinese."

King was only trying to digest the words Pei Ming said, and subconsciously reached out his hand to stop him when he saw him walking towards Lin Zijin: "Who are you?"

"I'm......"

Pei Ming glanced at Lin Zijin, coughed lightly, "I'm his lover."

This time King understood.

He curled his lips: "Are you his boyfriend who is three years younger?"

Pei Ming lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his hands: "Let him go."

King looked at the person in front of him who was smaller than himself but had the same aura, and subconsciously felt a little embarrassed.

At the moment when he was stunned, Pei Ming grabbed Lin Zijin's wrist and pulled him behind him.

He looked down and saw the red marks that immediately appeared on the wrist, and a surge of anger surged up from the bottom of his heart, and he punched King without saying a word.

Pei Ming's punch was caught off guard, and it couldn't be compared with Lin Zijin's punch just now. King was caught off guard, and he took a few steps back while clutching his stomach, looking at Pei Ming in shock.

In his eyes, this kid just has the advantage of being "young and good-looking". In fact, he is probably just like the boys in other idol groups who are strong but capable, and only rely on his face to win the favor of others.

But he didn't expect that the punch would hit his stomach directly, and the pain made him unable to straighten up for a while.

King was squatting by the sink where he washed his hands, humming, and couldn't wait to speak Chinese slowly. He immediately started jumping out strings of Korean characters. He spoke quickly and fiercely.

Pei Ming turned his head slightly: "Brother Lin, what is he talking about?"

Lin Zijin coughed uncomfortably against his lips: "Greetings to the eighteenth generation of your ancestors."

Pei Ming understood, he took two steps forward and wanted to take advantage of the enemy's recovery to pursue the victory, but was stopped by Lin Zijin: "Don't, he's a foreign artist, it won't look good if he makes a big fuss."

King's brows were furrowed so tightly that it looked like he could pinch a fly to death.

"Okay, if you say you don't want to hit him, you won't hit him," Pei Ming lowered his eyes, and kicked King coldly, "Do you hear me clearly? If you hear me clearly, then get out."

King originally thought that he had come prepared, just in time to prevent Lin Zijin from being caught.

What's more, my group was invited by the Chinese boss, and that person is now doing business again, so he definitely wouldn't dare to offend such a big boss, and there is a high probability that he will swallow his grievances and not care about himself like himself.

But King didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin, who was Lin Zijin's official marriage partner, appeared on the way, and he seemed quite difficult to mess with.

He endured the uproar in his stomach, gave Pei Ming a hard look, and left the bathroom in embarrassment, clutching his stomach.

And almost as soon as he left, Lin Zijin could no longer maintain his apparent composure, and suddenly fell down in front of the pool and coughed heart-piercingly, accompanied by the sound of retching from time to time, which sounded particularly frightening.

Pei Ming quickly supported his shoulder: "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Zijin shook his head, breathed slowly and steadily, raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror with a pale face, as if he saw a ghost.

Just as he was about to wash his face with a cup of water, the cold hands were covered by the person behind him.

Pei Ming sticks carefully behind him, the scorching heat slowly approaching, making him instinctively want to escape, but he is not very disturbed.

"Brother Lin, are you feeling uncomfortable now?" He said softly, "Is your illness... also because of that person just now?"

Lin Zijin reluctantly held the corner of his lips and smiled: "It's nothing, don't think about it."

"Am I delusional?"

Pei Ming raised his voice slightly, as if a little angry: "I heard your conversation, what did he do to you?"

"......No."

"No no no no."

Pei Ming's voice was choked with a little grievance: "Aren't you only saying one thing to me? You just told him that I was trustworthy, but now you turn your back on me, don't you?"

Lin Zijin licked his lips, he was at a loss when he heard the sobs in his voice: "Don't cry, I..."

"You never believed me anyway."

Pei Ming murmured to himself behind him, not knowing who to listen to: "Forget it. If you don't believe it, you don't believe it. It's not that you have to treat me any way. I just want you not to live in such pain. At least There is someone around to listen to you and help you share your sadness."

After he finished speaking, he was about to pull away, but just as he moved a little away, someone grabbed his wrist.

"I tell you."

Lin Zijin's voice was weak, trembling after severe coughing and panting: "Don't go, stay with me for a while, please."