Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

The warm water washes away the stickiness on his body, and the water heater finally emits an urgent humming. Li Rong supported the wall, dragged his exhausted body, walked to a place where the water could not splash, took off the towel, and began to wipe off the water on his body .

There are a few faint red marks on his body, which are drawn in the water and light, which are particularly attractive. Wrapped in a soft bath towel, all the charming traces will be hidden.

Li Rong's Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his chin in satisfaction, squinted his eyes, let the wet hair stick to his face, and dripped drops of water along his shoulders.

The water drops slid along the tight shoulders to the thin back and flexible waist, and finally sank into the soft towel.

He has not felt this kind of fullness and satisfaction for a long time.

Although this posture is very tiring physically, it is harmless. Anyway, he is younger now and recovers faster.

He pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were bent, and he looked at Cen Xiao who was still washing with an ambiguous expression: "Is someone's physical strength declining?"

Of course he knew that Cen Xiao was already very tired after the three-day exam, not to mention that Cen Xiao was still injured.

But it is rare for him to have the opportunity to tease Cen Wei about this kind of matter, and he will never let it go.

Cen Xiao stopped his movements, looked at Li Rong's sly smile, and raised his lips: "I accept the criticism, and I will try my best to restore my previous physical strength."

Although neither he nor Li Rong made it clear, they both knew what they were referring to before.

Those indulgent and unscrupulous scenes in the previous life are still vivid.

Li Rong pinched the corner of the bath towel with one hand, and propped it on the sink with the other.

Hearing what Cen Xiao said, he narrowed his eyes, reached out to pick up the bath ball hanging on the shelf, and threw it at Cen Xiao, pretending to be sullen: "How dare you!"

As soon as Cen Wei raised his hand, he caught it firmly, squeezed out the body wash, and started using it.

Li Rong looked around and found that there was nothing to throw away, so he curled his lips in dissatisfaction, put the towel on his head, and rubbed his dripping hair.

After wiping off almost all the water on his body, he put the towel on the sink and picked up his clothes: "I'm too sleepy, so I'm going back to the bedroom first. Here, wipe off after you wash." He pouted, motioning to himself bath towels.

Cen Xiao's body was covered with foam, and he barely opened his eyes under the water: "Aren't you putting on your clothes?"

Li Rong opened the door with his pajamas in his arms, not showing any intention of wearing them, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not that I didn't draw the curtains, so I'm afraid of who will see."

He yawned, and lazily walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the water marks under his slippers on the insole at the door.

Cen Ling warned: "Blow down your hair before going to sleep!"

Li Rong waved his hands with his back to him, and said perfunctorily, "I know, I know."

When Cen Wei used up the last bit of hot water, dried himself out of the bathroom, stepped into the bedroom, and saw Li Rong lying on the bed with the quilt only half covered, breathing long, knew that Li Rong had ignored his words. .

Li Rong directly threw the pajamas on the corner of the bed, and obviously fell asleep on the bed as soon as he came back, his undried hair was pressed on the pillow towel, leaving a small water mark on the pillow towel.

Cen Wei sighed softly, and had no choice but to turn around and rummaged through Li Rong's house to find a hair dryer.

Fortunately, he had lived with Li Rong for two years, and knew Li Rong's habits very well. In the closet above the shoe rack, he found a hair dryer.

Back in the bedroom, Li Rong had already fallen into a deep sleep. His eyes were lightly closed, his slender eyelashes stretched out, his side face showed a light red color fully moistened by water vapor, and his lips opened and closed a small slit when breathing.

There was a 1.8-meter double bed in the room. Li Rong stretched his limbs and took up more than half of the space. It wasn't his intention, but there was only one pillow. He shared half with Cen Wei, and he had to lean in the middle.

This is not the first time Cen Wei has looked at Li Rong's sleeping face, he has kept Li Rong quiet countless times, not rejecting his appearance, and gained a moment of sweetness.

To him, Li Rong always had a fatal attraction, even if he just lay down and did nothing, he couldn't move his eyes away.

He used to resist this kind of attraction, and warned himself countless times not to feel affection and pity for Li Qingli's son, because once he started to love, he would be finished and could not escape.

But human emotions can't be controlled. He and Xiao Muran's mother and son are indifferent, but they can't escape the close genetic connection, and they can't escape the very similar aesthetics with Xiao Muran.

The first time I saw the energetic Li Rong in A, his always not so bright heart began to crumble.

The emotions of resentment and hatred began to be mixed with subtle, uncontrollable interests, curiosity, and love.

This kind of complicated emotion has always trapped him, until he completely gave up embarrassing himself.

Li Rong was the most powerful person he had ever met.

It was hard for him to imagine that a person who grew up being loved and admired would have such a tenacious will.

He thought that the sudden catastrophe would destroy Li Rong, and few people could resist the overwhelming insults, slander and hatred.

But Li Rong was left alone in the world at that time, with nothing to rely on, and could only absorb all the damage by himself.

It is very difficult for anyone to recover from such an experience.

He once had the urge to protect Li Rong regardless, but Xiao Muran's irritable and out-of-control emotions because of Li Qingli made him suppress this secret emotion.

Just when he thought Li Rong was about to have a nervous breakdown, Li Rong returned to school.

Apart from being haggard and pale, nothing seemed to change.

At school, Li Rong's treatment didn't improve either. Cui Mingyang replaced the class monitor, Song Yuanyuan was humiliated by Song's mother at the birthday party, and he couldn't even keep the recommended spot.

Many times, when you think that your life has fallen to the bottom, you find that there is still an abyss under the bottom, and you can fall endlessly.

However, Li Rong won the first prize in the city and entered the Department of Biochemistry of University A with a score that was unmatched by others. He went to the best class, like a high-speed working machine, leaving his peers far behind.

He entered Hongsuo again, still outstanding, leaving everyone behind.

Rao was Li Qingli back then, and he was not at this age, with the achievements Li Rong had achieved.

Perhaps talent is God's only compensation to Li Rong.

Cen Wei helped Li Rong enter Hongsuo. At that time, Li Rong's attraction to him had already annihilated all rationality. In order to get Li Rong, he would do anything at all costs.

He already has a certain amount of power in the third district, and even Cen Qing can't stop his decision.

So Cen Qing just said: "If you do this, you will send him to the dragon's pool and tiger's den."

Cen Ling was tense, his eyes full of alertness: "Do you know that..."

Cen Qing shook his head.

The third district is in charge of import and export trade, and has the least connection with Hongsuo Research Institute.

Cen Qing snorted coldly: "I don't know the inside story, and I don't care, but if the Hongsuo Research Institute is monolithic, Li Qingli and Gu Nong will definitely not end up like this."

Cen Wei always harbors the fear of losing, wishing to trap Li Rong by his side, never leaving him.

So much so that he forgot that Li Rong is not strong because of anyone's protection, Li Rong himself has the ability and will to struggle out of the abyss.

He has never seen Li Rong curled up timidly, emotionally broken, complaining about others, let alone complaining and belittling himself because of slander and injustice.

But he loves Li Rong so much.

Cen Wei touched Li Rong's side face with his fingers, and said in a rare gentle voice, "Blow dry your hair."

Li Rong was in a deep sleep and couldn't hear his words at all.

Cen Wei had no choice but to sit by the bed, hug Li Rong's head to his lap, plug in the hair dryer, and blow Li Rong's damp hair with the smallest and most intrusive air volume.

Li Rong's hair was very thin and soft, and it seemed that he would not struggle at all when he held it in his hands. The warm wind blew through the finely kneaded hair, and the aroma of shampoo also dissipated.

No matter how gentle the movement was, Li Rong was still disturbed.

He frowned slightly, and after a moment of emptiness, he realized what Cen Xiao was doing, but he was too tired to open his eyes, so he let Cen Xiao stroke his hair.

The air volume was low and the hair was blown slowly. After listening to it for a long time, Li Rong gradually got used to the sound, and his spirit relaxed again. Only the trembling eyelids from time to time could make people see that he was still awake.

Cen Ling dried his hair for him, turned off the hairdryer, looked down at Li Rong's pillow on his lap, and murmured: "I love you, baby."

Li Rong remained motionless.

Just when Cen Wei thought that Li Rong had fallen asleep, Li Rong suddenly lazily rubbed on his leg, stretched out his arm from the thin quilt, wrapped it around his waist, and let out a soft "um". .