cynical attack

"I wipe it! It's disgusting!"

His lips had lost their blood under repeated rubbing, but Qiao Lei still kept wiping Zhao Ruizhe's saliva-stained lips.

"I should be the one who should shout disgusting..."

Seeing Qiao Lei's aggressive actions, Zhao Ruizhe, who was lying on the ground, looked at Qiao Lei calmly and said.

"You disgusting p! I kiss you is considered a blessing in your life!"

"It's bad luck! After being kissed by you, I will have bad luck in this life!"

Qiao Lei was still roaring, Zhao Ruizhe stood up and resisted not to be outdone.

The wound on his waist dragged him from shouting, and his trembling posture seemed to fall to the ground again at any moment.

"Too lazy to tell you, hurry up and go upstairs!"

Seeing the blood stains on Zhao Ruizhe's clothes, Qiao Lei's heart was slowly calmed down by the stimulation of the deep red.

Although he didn't yell at Zhao Ruizhe again, but after turning his head, his expression returned to a ferocious state again, and the mouth that screamed with restraint was like the mouth of a wild beast.

"I'm leaving now! Then you don't have to listen to my lectures in the future!"

Realizing that he had gained the upper hand, Zhao Ruizhe still pursued and beat Qiao Lei relentlessly.But this is just talking, after all, the unhealed wound on his body is not capable of letting him leave this warm habitat.

"Then wait until you recover from your injury."

Qiao Lei said to Zhao Ruizhe coldly as he walked up the steps.

Having been with Xue Tong for a long time, Qiao Lei's once stainless steel heart has also become soft under the gentle soak.

In the past, even if Zhao Ruizhe was covered in blood and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Qiao Lei would still look at him coldly with a blushing face and heartbeat, and then say "Get out" coldly.

Now being able to talk to Zhao Ruizhe calmly is already a great improvement.

Looking at Qiao Lei's wide back, Zhao Ruizhe stopped making trouble, but wiped his kissed lips just like Qiao Lei did just now.

This was Zhao Ruizhe's first kiss since he was born. His mother passed away without kissing his mouth when he was a child, and his father was also indifferent to him.He is like a copy of Qiao Lei, and he has not experienced the nourishment of his father's love...

Zhao Ruizhe pursed his lips lightly, not as disgusting as Qiao Lei said, but rather sweet.

"Oh!"

A loud closing sound brought Zhao Ruizhe's wandering thoughts back.Only then did he notice that the blood that flowed out had already soaked the clothes, and the skin on the corners of the clothes and the waist was also dripping with blood...

"Old Gong? I miss you~ Do you have a picture of kissing me to solve your lovesickness? You didn't treat that person, did you?"

Qiao Lei lay on the bed and looked at the text message from Xue Tong. It was only a few words, but it stimulated Qiao Lei's guilty little heart.

Where is the photo of kissing you to be obscene? It's obviously kissing Zhao Ruizhe's mouth to vent your desire!

Qiao Lei never dared to reply, he planned to hide this secret forever, and told Xue Tong the first lie.

"Of course not, we don't have much communication. Love you."

The text message was finally sent, Qiao Lei turned over and let out a long sigh of relief, stretched lazily to relax his tired body, staring at the ceiling with listless eyes waiting to fall asleep.

"Ding Ding~"

While cleaning the wound, the mobile phone placed aside also seduced Zhao Ruizhe's eyes with its ringtone.

Zhao Ruizhe wiped the wound with cotton wool in both hands, and bright red blood remained between his fingers.He carefully turned his body to prevent the wound on his body from being injured a second time.

But when he saw the caller ID on the phone screen, he hurriedly threw away the cotton wool in his right hand, and hung up the call with his red index finger.

This is already the nth call in the past few days, and he calls every time.Although he wanted to turn off the phone and cut off their contact, and no longer endure his harassment, Wang Mengyao couldn't miss his call, so that phone could only be turned on 24 hours a day, and he was ready to hang up his calls 24 hours a day.

"Di Di!"

Not long after, there was another rush of text messages ringing.

Zhao Ruizhe was already tired of this kind of 24-hour harassment, and he was also not interested in the content of the text message.Just like the previous few times, I skillfully swiped the phone screen, pressed the familiar buttons, and threw the unopened text message into the trash can.

When the phone was placed on the bed, the surface of the screen was still stained with Zhao Ruizhe's blood...

That kiss was as powerful as a fight between lovers. After that, the two of them stopped talking, and when they saw each other, they just forced a smile from the corner of their mouths, but the awkward atmosphere still permeated Qiao Lei and Qiao Lei. Around Zhao Ruizhe.

The wound on Zhao Ruizhe's body finally healed completely, and that kiss seemed to be the panacea for speeding up the healing of the wound.A week after the kiss, Zhao Ruizhe's wounds had healed, leaving only a few faint scars.

"I'll go, such an ugly scar, it will greatly reduce my charm of being popular among thousands of girls!"

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhao Ruizhe kept twisting his body, looking for scars one after another on his body.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhao Ruizhe looked disgusted as if seeing a hideous and unkempt beggar, as if those scars should not have grown on his wheat-colored skin.

Qiao Lei, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't speak, but quietly tasted the first cup of coffee in the morning, and the strong smell of moldy clothes around him.

Qiao Lei without Xue Tong by his side is like a cat without legs, unable to kick the soil to bury it every time it poops, and can only let it stink.The same is true for Qiao Lei. The clothes he has worn are just laid on the sofa and never worn again, even though they stink badly.

The blood stains on the clothes had already turned black and hardened, and the fishy smell had also solidified on the clothes.

The smell of coffee mixed with the smell of blood and moldy clothes, Qiao Lei looked like an old man living in a garbage recycling bin.

"Can I ask you something?"

Qiao Lei finally said the first sentence in the past few days.

"Ah."

After the body recovers, the mood will naturally be good.Although Zhao Ruizhe still remembered that incident, he still replied to Qiao Lei.

"Why is your cell phone ringing every day? You still don't answer it?"

Qiao Lei took a sip of his coffee and said.

"... "

Zhao Ruizhe didn't speak, and his hands, which were arranging his clothes, froze in mid-air.

"It's been so long, we're already familiar. Can't we talk about it?"

"Say...will you help me?"

Zhao Ruizhe looked at Qiao Lei in the mirror and said, his usually arrogant tone also seemed to be begging at this time, and his big piercing eyes were also a little lax.

Qiao Lei had seen this look on Xue Tong's face before, when he also agreed to his request...