fight for day

The warm yellow setting sun poured into the cracks of the thick window curtains, and a faint light came in.

The eyes of the person lying on the bed were tightly closed, the eyelids were obviously swollen, and the thin and clean chin was covered by the quilt, and it was difficult to hide his fatigue even in his sleep.

Until the light moved from bottom to top to the eyes, Lu Zhou frowned in a daze, and unconsciously pulled up the fluffy duvet, covering his whole head in an evasive way.

Within a few seconds, it was pulled down again by a gentle and irresistible force.

"Are you awake?" Ye Zhuming put the steaming hawthorn and pear porridge on the bedside of the cabinet, and touched the side of Lu Zhou's face with his slender palm, with a low and gentle voice, "It's almost six o'clock, get up and eat something before going to sleep, Otherwise, my stomach will be uncomfortable."

Lu Zhou was helped up by him in a daze, the quilt slid down and piled up on his waist, his exposed shoulders, neck and chest were covered with dense hickey marks, teeth marks, nipples and even dried blood around his dimples.

Ye Zhuming felt a little bit more when he saw it, and stretched out his hand to crush the bright red breasts that hadn't subsided.

After a few rubs, he was grabbed by the hand.

"...Don't move, it hurts." Lu Zhou resisted weakly, his voice was very hoarse.

Ye Zhuming withdrew his hands obediently, kissed Lu Zhou's tightly closed eyelashes, and said, "Go wash up, drink some porridge to moisten your throat and stomach."

Lu Zhou's whole body was sore and limp, his bones seemed to be broken, and he couldn't lift his waist at all. It was Ye Zhuming who diligently carried him to wash his face and rinse his mouth, then carried him back to the bed, set up a small table and put porridge and appetizers on him. Hold the spoon and feed it into the other person's mouth one bite at a time.

Lu Zhou watched as Ye Zhuming held the handle of the silver spoon, gently cooled the porridge before handing it over, and swallowed silently.

"After drinking, I'll show you the back. If the swelling doesn't subside, you can take the medicine again, and then you go back to sleep." Ye Zhuming rubbed the hawthorn grains overflowing from the corner of Lu Zhou's mouth with his hands, and said calmly.

Lu Zhou was fully conscious, remembering that he was pressed and fucked by Ye Zhuming for almost all night last night, and finally lost consciousness in the bathroom, raised his eyelids to look at Ye Zhuming, and said slowly: "You are not a thing gone."

Ye Zhuming looked at him suspiciously, his beautiful eyes filled with puzzlement.

"What are you pretending to be pure?" Lu Zhou mocked, "Just do it once if you say so, but you fucked me all night."

Ye Zhuming smiled: "No, it was only 04:30 when you passed out."

"..." Lu Zhou looked at him speechlessly.

Ye Zhuming kissed the corner of his mouth flatteringly: "I told you not to starve me for too long."

Lu Zhou looked at the other person's exquisite and gorgeous facial features, and really couldn't figure out why a person with such a face would have such a strong sexual desire.

"I want to go back up." Lu Zhou said quietly, looking at Ye Zhuming's slightly stiff expression, "Don't tell me that attack and receiving 10 can't be shaken, everyone has the parts and functions that a man should have, why can you only go up I, can't I fuck you?"

"...Don't just drink porridge, eat a la carte." Ye Zhuming decisively changed the subject.

The crunchy sour radish was chewed, and Lu Zhou continued: "I've never seen you take care of people like this... every time?"

Ye Zhuming was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and immediately retorted: "How is it possible, I only care about you so much."

He has been wandering in love for many years, and he has always followed the scumbag route of getting out of bed ruthlessly and forgetting the other person's appearance. When did he take care of others so eagerly?

The key is that he still feels quite happy doing these trivial things.

Ye Zhuming would be happier if Lu Zhou wasn't thinking about his ass.

Lu Zhou smiled: "It's all over, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who won't let me go."

Hearing what he said, Ye Zhuming breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little guilty at the same time. He stirred the last bit of porridge with a spoon, and said for a long time: "You rest first, and we can discuss the rest later."

Lu Zhou felt the looseness in the other party's tone, hooked the corner of his mouth, and hummed.

His whole body was sore and limp, and he didn't want to move after drinking the porridge. When Ye Zhuming cleaned up, he shrank back into the bed again. Just as he closed his eyes, the phone rang again.

He frowned and took it over, and when he saw that the caller ID was Lu Yangye, his eyes widened instantly.

"sister?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Why is that voice?"

Ye Zhuming was holding a bowl and was about to go out. When he walked to the door and heard Lu Zhou answering the phone, he paused for a moment, then went out and closed the door behind him.

After screaming all night, his iron voice couldn't bear it anymore, so Lu Zhou coughed, trying to make his voice sound normal.

"No, I have a bit of a cold these days." Lu Zhou didn't want to dwell on this topic, "Is there anything wrong on the phone?"

Lu Qingye had another meal: "Yesterday was New Year's Eve, and you didn't call me."

Lu Zhou froze for a moment.

"Not today." Lu Yangye continued to add.

Indeed, every New Year's Eve, Lu Zhou would call or send a message to Lu Yangye to say Happy New Year, but he actually forgot last night——

Or can't care less.

"Sorry sister." Lu Zhou said guiltily, "Happy New Year. I worked overtime yesterday and last night, and I was busy until the early morning, so I forgot about it. Don't be angry."

Lu Qianye still didn't speak, and Lu Zhou heard the sound of the pen falling in a trance - he could almost imagine the appearance of Lu Qianye turning the pen.

"You've never forgotten it before." Lu Yangye's voice was still cold and clear, without any emotional ups and downs, but in Lu Zhou's ears, there was an inexplicable sense of complaint and grievance.

Lu Zhou said with a good temper: "I used to play—"

"Are you so busy at work?" Lu Qianye suddenly interrupted him, "If it's hard work, I won't do it. I'll arrange for you to go back to Hangzhou."

Lu Zhou frowned, and said patiently: "Sister, I did something wrong, but it's not as serious as you think. You are my own sister, and I will always love you. It won't be because of where I am, It changes who the people around you are."

I don't know which sentence coaxed Lu Qianye, but her tone was much more gentle: "I don't want you to be so tired, if you think it's okay, I still hope you will come back—"

"It's not tiring or hard work," Lu Zhou hurriedly said, "Besides, you're going to call me back, and it's hard for you to explain to Mom."

Lu Qianye snorted: "You don't really think that I can be controlled by her, do you?"

Lu Zhou frowned: "She is our mother."

Lu Qingye gave a chuckle of unknown meaning, and changed the subject: "If your throat feels uncomfortable, please take a leave of absence for a few days. I remember that your uncle has a private hospital in Ducheng. I will ask him to transfer a doctor to the apartment to show you one look."

Lu Zhou hurriedly said no, no, he said that he just had a small cold and had already been to the hospital.

He was eloquent, and Lu Yangye didn't insist on it. He only said when he hung up the phone: "Your job is not long, so don't put too much thought into it. I will get you back in a month or so, and I will let you know when the time comes. Set it like this first."

Before Lu Zhou had time to express his objection, the phone was hung up.

...and so on.

Although Lu Qianye's strong desire to control did not exist for a day or two, Lu Zhou felt more and more uncomfortable in the past few years.

He was holding a cell phone in a daze until Ye Zhuming knocked on the door: "Did you finish the call?"

Lu Zhou put down his phone, rubbed his eyebrows and nodded.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhuming saw that his air pressure was low, and sat on the bedside and kissed Lu Zhou's temples, "Did your sister scold you?"

"...No, I didn't make a mistake and scolded me for what to do." Lu Zhou didn't want to discuss with Ye Zhuming his sister's deep-rooted brother-control complex, so he retracted the quilt, "I just talked about some family affairs, small problems. I'll talk about it again Get some sleep."

But Ye Zhuming pulled back the quilt, put on his fingertips and said, "Lie on your stomach first, and I'll show you if the swelling in the back is gone, and I'll sleep after taking the medicine."

Lu Zhou didn't catch an inch, and was suddenly at a loss when he was exposed to the light. He stretched out his hand to cover it reflexively.

"You don't care what you hide," Ye Zhuming said casually, "Besides, I didn't see where you were last night."

"..." Lu Zhou lay on the bed angrily, "You are really thick-skinned."

Ye Zhuming shamelessly nodded in agreement, opened it to look at it, and raised his eyebrows: "The swelling has actually subsided...Baby, you are so talented."

Lu Zhou put on a fake smile: "Don't worry, I will take care of you meticulously after I finish fucking you in the future, and I guarantee that you will recover very well."

Ye Zhuming was noncommittal, picked up the quilt again and covered Lu Zhou, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Sleep baby, I love you."

Lu Zhou hooked the corner of his mouth and kissed him back.

"I love you too."

…………

Although the wear and tear was relatively large, he was recuperating well. On the day of work, Lu Zhou did not feel any abnormality in his body.

Ye Zhuming originally drove him along, but he answered a phone call on the way and sent Lu Zhou to the Yijing Bureau first, and then went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau by himself.

"Sister-in-law, isn't my brother with you?" Bai Suzhen asked as soon as he saw him.

Lu Zhou: "Don't call me sister-in-law. You can either continue to call her by your name or change her name to brother-in-law—brother-in-law is also fine. He has been summoned to the city bureau, and he won't be able to come for a while."

Chi Huan scratched her wavy red hair a little irritably, muttering "What the hell is on a business trip again".

Lu Zhou was a little curious, but seeing Chi Huan's man-eating posture, he didn't dare to ask her, and instead asked Ba Ma what's going on.

"The case of Fengqishan was intercepted by the Yijing Bureau of Qinwei City." The veteran cadre of Bama held a white porcelain cup with the words "Congratulations to the [-]th birthday of the old director Long Huan" embroidered on it, and the water was still floating a few chrysanthemum and medlar.

"It's okay if it's normal. Everyone wiped their asses. The key point is that Qin Wei has a lot of bad things during this time. Jiang Feng, a criminal investigation detachment of his city's public security bureau, just got into a car accident, and he took two people in the car with him." The special commissioners from the provincial department burped together. You taste it, you taste it carefully." Ba Ma took a sip of tea and said with emotion, "Both Ye Peacock and Aunt Lan of the Municipal Bureau think there is a ghost, so they dare not hand over the case to death. The ones from the living room will come and make some mud.”

Lu Zhou: "What kind of peace?"

Ba Ma whispered: "Let's take a step back. Let's send people over here, and both sides will perform their own duties, and they will be in charge of this case to clear up this case. This job is a bit tricky. I guess both Ye Kongque and Chi Huan will have to deal with it." Go, so the red-haired woman is going crazy."

Chi Huan said coldly: "Mazi, I can hear you."

Bama: "..."

Ba Ma: "It's freckles, and there are only a few. Besides, do you know that Europe and the United States especially admire this kind of flawed beauty? Don't talk nonsense if you don't have enough taste."

Chi Huan's tongue is bright and Bai Lian spits out venom: "Ye Peacock is a frontier figure in the European and American fashion circles, he has enough taste. Do you count how many years you have been in the Special Forces, has Ye Peacock praised you even half a word?" ?Um?"

KO

Lu Zhou mourned for Ba Ma in his heart for two seconds.

Looking at Bama's speechless expression that could not be recovered for a long time, Lu Zhou patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's normal to have a gap in aesthetics, I think freckles are also beautiful. Like Eddie; Redmayne also has freckles, Didn't it also affect him becoming an Oscar winner and becoming popular all over the world?"

Lu Zhou met his eyes, and after a while, Ba Ma turned his face away with a red neck.

"...Fuck you," Lu Zhou was terrified, "What's going on?"

Is it because he bends to see that men have their own filters? Ba Ma's shy gesture is really gay!

Ba Ma coughed, blushing like a boiled lobster: "Well, uh, that's, what, there's something I almost forgot to tell you."

Lu Zhou hurriedly asked what was the matter.

Bama faltered, scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time, before he approached Lu Zhou and said in a low voice, "That's... you will... Uh, that's right, you know that Peacock Ye has a duvet and pillow made of my hair. That's it, Uh, what, that is, I have a sense of my own things, whoever lay on it did what and said what, in fact, I can feel it..."

The more he spoke, the softer he was, and Lu Zhou felt his whole body split apart when he heard it.

The scene of being tossed and tossed by Ye Zhuming the night before was constantly flashing in his mind, did Ba Ma hear all of his begging for mercy and the other's nasty words...

In an instant, Lu Zhou turned red from neck to face, turning into boiled lobster 2.0,

Ba Ma seemed to know what Lu Zhou was thinking, and hurriedly said: "Don't think about it, I didn't hear everything, it was the first time he used my duvet the day before yesterday, at four or five o'clock in the morning , he put on my fur stuffed quilt, so he didn't actually see anything, um, just that or something, you understand?"

Lu Zhou choked for a moment, and waved his hands weakly: "I see, I'll let him change it when I go back."

Ba Ma nodded, couldn't help but glanced at Lu Zhou's waist and hips, and asked curiously: "Is it okay for you to sit on a hard chair like this, after all, you have been lying on the bed for a day and a night..."

Lu Zhou: "...shut up."

The third volume breaks