Mr. Jiang's loyal dog

As he spoke, he grabbed his injured hand.

The pain hit, causing Jiang Zun to squint his long and narrow eyes, and took a breath: "Hiss—" He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he grabbed him even tighter: "Don't move!"

Tan Xingxing's eyes shifted to his slender hands. There were terrifying cuts on the white and tender skin, and some skin tissues were blue-purple, which was particularly dazzling to him.

"What do you want me to do with you? I gave you what you want, what else do you want?" His brows were deeply furrowed, as if he could pinch a fly to death.

Jiang Zun tried to twitch his hand twice, suffocating, slamming, slamming, his hand was still held in the palm of his hand without moving a muscle.

His palms were so hot that he felt uncomfortable as if he was on fire.

Tan Xingxing inexplicably likes his appearance, his abstinent face, the way he refuses but welcomes.

"Don't move, don't you understand people's words? If you move again, I don't know what I will do." He lowered his head and approached him, smiling like a monster between his brows and eyes, and at the same time grabbed his hand because Trembling with excitement.

Such zero distance made Jiang Zun feel suffocated for a while: "You are still the same."

"You still understand me." He lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Don't try to change the subject, tell me, what's going on with this hand?"

It hurt even more from his scratching, and his brows furrowed even more from the pain.

Jiang Zun: "Be gentle and you will die!"

"You also know the pain, knowing the pain, how can you make yourself like this?" His mouth was very tough, but his hands were already much gentler.

He was just angry why he didn't know how to treat himself well.

He has sacrificed so much, not to repay his innocence.

But he gave it, but he couldn't do it.

"Who said I did it myself." Jiang Zun said bravely.

"That means someone else hurt it? Tell me, that, see if I don't break his bones."

Tan Xingxing said harshly.

It's fine if he hurts himself, but if someone else hurts him, then this person, Tan Xingxing will not let him die, he will make his life worse than death!

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Zun didn't dare to speak out easily.

"Speak!" He straightened Jiang Zun's shoulder.

"None of your business." He sighed.

From the day we met, he had such a bad temper. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still hasn't changed a bit.

He didn't want to say it, let alone no, even if someone really bullied him, he wouldn't say it.

"It doesn't matter, you are my brother for many years, the person I like. You...don't tell me? With my ability, I can't find out?" Tan Xingxing was angry.

His heart fluttered, and he took Tan Xingxing's hand: "Okay, you don't have to go to anyone. It's me!"

Jiang Zun's face was so dark that his eyes could not wait to shine coldly.

"You self-harm? Why, you weren't like this before." At this moment, Tan Xingxing's heart was very complicated. He didn't know what he was thinking. He was sad and excited.

He had a hunch that his self-injury was definitely related to him.

"People change! They didn't do it before, and they don't do it now. As for why? I'm not happy." He stared straight ahead, and he didn't even want to give him a straight look.

He stretched out his big hand and grabbed his sharp chin: "Look at me, I want to know."

In this world, unless he is not willing to guide things, no one can stop him.

"What do you want to know, Tan Xingxing..." Jiang Zun, who had been forbearance all this time, suddenly seemed to explode, and his hands were tightly clutching his neckline.