The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhemo's breathing was blocked and he couldn't breathe.He raised his hand to push Zhe Yu's chest, with grievance in his half-opened eyes.

Zhe Yu stroked his back to comfort him, Zhe Mo was not so thin before, but now his waistline and butterfly bones are too prominent, which made Zhe Yu feel very uncomfortable.

He kissed the tears on Zhemo's lips, licking away their bitterness and saltiness.

"Brother, let's reconcile, can we reconcile?" Zhe Yu held the back of the other's head and knelt on the ground begging, "I know I was wrong, and I will never make you angry again."

Zhemo seemed to understand what the other party was saying, but he didn't seem to understand.

Seeing his confused expression, Zhe Yu revealed a bit of anxiety in his eyes, "Do you not know what I'm talking about?"

Zhe Mo blinked his eyes, looking sleepy.

"Don't sleep yet, I just want to ask you a question, and I'll send you back to sleep after I'm done, okay?" Zhe Yu held Zhe Mo's face, and rubbed his thumb against his flushed cheek.

Zhemo's eyelashes trembled, and he nodded hesitantly.

"Do you still love me?" Zhe Yu was afraid that he would not understand, so he repeated, "Does Zhe Mo love Zhe Yu?"

Zhemo sat on the ground, with five fingers struggling to support the ground.His body stiffened under Ororuha's questioning, and he didn't know whether he was thinking because he understood what he was saying, or because he was tired from sitting and still didn't let him get up, so he felt uncomfortable.

The air flow slowed down.

The branches and leaves are no longer "rustling" noisy.

It seemed that they were all accompanying Zheyu and waiting for Zhemo's answer.

After about ten seconds, Zhemo finally opened his mouth.

Afraid of disturbing Zhemo's actions and disturbing Zhemo's sluggish thoughts, Zheyu almost held his breath.

Then, the word "love" full of drunkenness and cautiousness was gently blown to Zhe Yu's ear by the evening wind.

After Zhe Yu's lips trembled for a short while, he smiled with joy, "Senior Brother..."

After Zhemo finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

He put his head on Zhe Yu's shoulder, his consciousness was hazy, but the pain in his chest couldn't be suppressed.

Zhe Yu's face is always dangling in front of his eyes, and he can't get it away no matter what.He even heard Zhe Yu's voice, so close.

He couldn't forget it, and he couldn't deny it, even though he tried his best to get rid of Zhe Yu, he still easily lost his mind because of Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu smiled and lifted Zhe Mo from the ground, and said firmly: "Since this is the case, I will never consider letting go."

The footsteps changed direction, Zhe Yu didn't intend to send Zhe Mo back to Zhe Mo's dormitory, but went to his own dormitory.

Zhemo's restless chest came and went quickly. He was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry, but after being hugged by the other party in Zhe Yu's chest and walking for a short distance, he was not sad anymore, and fell asleep peacefully with his pillow on his head past.

He didn't wake up when Zhe Yu helped him wash off the wine stains on his face.

Oriha didn't wake up when he took off his clothes and wiped his body.

When Zhe Yu put him on the bed, he still didn't wake up.

Zhe Yu leaned over and kissed his face, Zhe Mo frowned this time in annoyance, waved his hands in the air indiscriminately, as if trying to drive away the annoying kiss.

Xu Shi thought the other party's posture was cute, so Zhe Yu laughed lowly, leaving several red marks on the other party's neck and collarbone.

Ready to be beaten.

Zhemo woke up with a terrible headache.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, but suddenly felt that the pillow behind his head didn't feel right.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head to look at the source of the scorching breath around him.

Zhe Yu's face suddenly came into view, and Zhe Mo's breathing was blocked for a few seconds.

He sat up in disbelief, lowered his head, and there were many dark red hickeys on his bare chest.

"Morning, senior brother, wash up quickly, I'll bring you breakfast." Zhe Yu saw that he woke up, and got up after him, his eyes were full of smiles when he spoke, his beautiful appearance was particularly eye-catching in the light that penetrated into the room .

Zhemo couldn't recall what happened yesterday, but he slapped Zheyu hard before his head could react, and he asked, "Do you have to do things so terribly?"

Zhe Yu's face was turned to one side, and bright red five finger marks instantly appeared on his fair skin.

He was a little confused, but Zhe Yu didn't feel uncomfortable because of it.

"If you're not happy, you can just slap him from the left." Zhe Yu pressed his tongue against his face that was hurt, and his smile didn't fade.

Zhemo's annoyance burned more and more in the other party's indifferent attitude.

Every time his dignity was trampled on, it seemed to Zhe Yu that he could just deal with it with a smile on his face.

"What do you think of me?" Zhemo tried hard to control his emotions, but the hand hanging by his side couldn't stop trembling, "Is my opinion so worthless to you, even if it's a little Respect, you can't even give me..."

"No! I'm not! Brother, listen to me." Zhe Yu saw that the other person's expression was wrong, and quickly explained, "You were drunk last night, and wine was spilled on your clothes. I'll take you back to wash, and it's done." I will send you to bed. I swear, I did nothing but kiss you! I know you don't want me close, and I will never go against your will for the second time and take advantage of others."

Zhemo took a deep breath and remained silent.

For the time being, I can't completely believe the other party's words, but there is indeed no abnormality in the body, and it is not as uncomfortable as if I have experienced a love affair.

After a few seconds of stagnation in the air, Zhemo lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Don't come near me again."

"Zhemo!" Zheyu stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and chased him down.

"Tell me, what do I have to do to forgive me? I have no regrets in my heart. It's because I'm obsessed with obsession. I didn't realize it!

When Zhaoyan came here for the first time, you spoke for him. I thought I was doing it for Zhexi, no!I'm jealous, I don't want you to lose your temper with me for others!If Zhexi is more important than you, then the cold mountain was on fire that night, I should have left you where you are and went to look for Zhexi. It was Han Shan who sent you to a safe place before returning.

Zhemo, I admit that I treat you badly, I have done a lot of things that make you unhappy, but I don't deny that I love you, I can accept Zhexi as my heart, but I can't accept you being close to anyone other than me. people!When Zhexi died, I would still chase you. If it was you who died at that time, I would never live alone! "

Zhemo simply shook off his hand.

"I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid either." Zhemo said slowly, "I won't easily send out my feelings for the second time because of your few words. You think it's cheap, it's a substitute, it's not important, But during the five years I loved you, I tried my best."

After Zhemo picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on himself, the figure disappeared in place.

Zhe Yu supported the cabinet next to him to stand firm, and closed his eyes in pain.

Zhemo is not stupid, he is the one who is stupid.

I can't see my heart clearly for five years, and I have to wait until I lose it to know regret.

Zhemo went back to his bedroom.

There was indeed too much alcohol smell on the clothes, he took off his robe and was about to change, when he caught a glimpse of Qing Li sitting beside him.

Qingli obviously didn't sleep well, her eyes were dark and her face was full of tiredness.

Seeing Zhemo, he still tried his best to smile: "Master, you are finally back."

Zhemo's shattered memory was spliced ​​into a small piece, and he remembered that Qingli said that he would wait for him to come back, but he slept next to Zheyu all night, completely forgetting about Qingli.

"I..." Zhemo pinched the space between his eyebrows, "Sorry, I didn't keep my promise."

"It's okay." Qingli shook his head, he leaned over and blew on the lamp that didn't need to illuminate the night, and walked up to Zhemo, "Master smells of alcohol, I'll make master a bowl of hangover soup."

Zhemo felt guilty, and shook his head: "No, you go and rest."

"Master, do you want to leave?" Qingli's eyes turned red, "I've been waiting for Master for a long time, but you never come back. Qingli knows that he is just a furnace, and he is not qualified to ask the master where he is going, but Qingli still feels uncomfortable in his heart. "

"I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and forgot to come back." Zhemo apologized, "I will pay attention next time."

"No need!" Qingli threw herself into Zhemo's arms, crying on his chest, "Master, you don't need to apologize, I just miss you very much... Qingli saw Master Zheyu take you away last night, but Qingli was useless, Qingli can't chase you out, it's Qingli who should say I'm sorry, Qingli can't help you..."

I don't know if it was because of Qingli's approach that Zhemo smelled the fragrance of the other party's tripod.Deep and quiet, coming from the deepest part of the body, with a mystery that cannot be explored.

Zhemo's mood fluctuated again, and his hand slowly covered the opponent's slender back, comforting: "It's okay."