Ideal place

Wen Ran fantasized countless times how wonderful it would be if the person hugging him at this moment was Jian Xize.

The cold autumn rain hit the window, and a warm yellow cloud bloomed in the middle of the glass. There was a bedside lamp, Wen Ran's white and slender five fingers were touched and clasped tightly, and the other hand belonged to Tong Zhiyou.

"Xiaoran." A slightly deep voice called softly in Wen Ran's ear, "Don't be so blunt, say something."

Wen Ran frowned and breathed heavily, he was drowning and weightless.It wasn't until his consciousness became thin that he finally opened his lips and teeth, and whispered hoarsely: "Tong Zhiyou, kiss me."

Thick dark clouds piled up, the rain fell unhindered, and the window sash filled with white mist separated the rising temperature of the house from the cold outside world.Hugging apart, Tong Zhiyou lowered his head and covered Wen Ran's lips, which were soft and delicate to the touch, and reverently kissed him awake from his coma.

Tong Zhiyou stared obsessively at Wen Ran's finely carved eyebrows and eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Wen Ran shook his head wearily, pulled the corner of the quilt to cover his face, and replied, "I want to sleep for a while."

It was clearly [-]:[-] in the afternoon, but the gloomy sky was like the night, and things outside gradually lost their outlines.There was lightning tearing the sky in the distance, and the thunder continued to rumble, Wen Ran slowly sank into the bottomless dreamland, and the fragmented picture made him sweat profusely.

There was a heavy push from the back, and Wen Ran, who fell on the curb, heard the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground. "Bang", the white pedestrian crossing was instantly stained red with blood.He turned his head back in horror, and Pei Nanqiu was lying on his back in the middle of the road in an extremely twisted posture, a shocking red flowed continuously from his waist.

"Wen Ran, you must love me." A wheelchair was placed beside the hospital bed, and Pei Nanqiu held Wen Ran's hand weakly, as if treating precious porcelain, his eyes were lingering, and his tone was full of begging, "I will save you." You owe me your life."

There was severe pain spreading in his chest, Wen Ran opened his eyes, and tears filled his cheeks.Tong Zhiyou, who had just finished taking a shower, rushed to the bedside covered in damp steam, hurriedly picked up the crying man, and hugged him comfortingly.

Tong Zhiyou asked worriedly: "Are you having nightmares again?"

Wen Ran didn't answer, and wrapped his arms around the other's broad shoulders, seeking a false sense of security.

"Xiao Ran doesn't cry." Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, Tong Zhiyou patted Wen Ran's back regularly with his left hand, and said soothingly, "With me here, I will always protect you."

The tears that burst the embankment are like this swiftly passing autumn rain, which stops after a while.Wen Ran's eyes were flushed, her forehead was pressed against Tong Zhiyou's warm neck, and she lowered her eyes desolately: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Tong Zhiyou pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "I still have such a relationship with me."

Straightening her upper body and pushing away the quilt, Wen Ran said, "I'm going to take a shower."

The dark pupils hide endless desire for the person in front of him, Tong Zhiyou said softly: "I will accompany you."

In the steamy bathroom, Tong Zhiyou closed the door, creating an extreme ambiguity in the confined space. Wen Ran unscrewed the shower, stood in the water column, closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, feeling the scalding water temperature, his snow-white skin instantly Bleeding.

When smiling, the tails of the eyes are like crescent moons, the long eyelashes are curled up, and the clear pupils are as clear as two gemstones. Every time Tong Zhiyou stares at her, there is always an urge to drown in them.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the red lips are full, and the taste of the kiss is comparable to the most mellow wine, which is addictive.The smooth neckline is connected to the straight collarbone, and the protruding ribs are deep, which is too beautiful.

Tong Zhiyou stood by the sink admiring him with naked eyes, and had to admit that Wen Ran was the first man he met who made it hard for him to let go and was desperate for himself.He wants to taste him to the fullest and possess him in every possible way. What kind of thing is Pei Nanqiu? Tong Zhiyou raised the corners of his lips, but he is just a useless person.

Through the mist of water, Tong Zhiyou's eyes hid behind him, catching Wen Ran's every move dimly, and said in his heart: Xiao Ran, whether you like it or not, you can only be mine.

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