person oxidized by love

Ji Xinghui leaned his back against the wall, raised his face, and accepted Zhou Keyun's impatient kiss. Panting, Zhou Keyun pried his lips open.

Ji Xinghui was even more dazed by the kiss, and it was almost impossible to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Zhou Keyun's hand stroked his cheek, Ji Xinghui couldn't help closing his eyes, the rain outside seemed to have fallen into the room, moist and tender.

Ji Xinghui lost his oxygen and strength during the kiss, his hands pressed against Zhou Keyun's chest, and he slid down the wall.

Zhou Keyun knelt down on one knee, trapping him in front of him.

Ji Xinghui looked at him in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted yet: "You..."

Zhou Keyun stared at him, without any emotion in his eyes, he explained plainly: "After the matter is settled, I will come directly to Xinggang."

Zhou Keyun's body carried the cool air from the outside, mixed with the smell of the Xinggang rainy day.

Ji Xing nodded back, he seemed to want to stand up, but with the wall behind him and Zhou Keyun in front of him, he could hardly move.

Zhou Keyun's gaze fell to Ji Xinghui's left wrist: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ji Xinghui subconsciously covered the bruise with his right hand, not daring to look at Zhou Keyun: "It's nothing, I twisted it accidentally."

However, Zhou Keyun directly grabbed his forearm, and forcefully removed his right hand, which he wanted to conceal.

Ji Xinghui had a feeling of being stripped naked in public, he whispered, "It's really fine."

"Will it be twisted enough to become like this?" Zhou Keyun's tone was very flat, and his brows were also furrowed.

Ji Xing retracted his hand back, but Zhou Keyun held it loosely. He broke free and hid his hand behind his back.

"Is it raining heavily outside?" Ji Xinghui changed the subject abruptly.

Zhou Keyun seemed to sigh: "Not bad."

After speaking, Zhou Keyun planned to stand up, as if losing interest.

Ji Xinghui grabbed him in a panic. He didn't think about it, but subconsciously wanted to keep Zhou Keyun, so he leaned over to kiss him.

Ji Xinghui's nose was bumped by Zhou Keyun's glasses frame, the pain seemed to be mocking him, laughing at how clumsy his flattery was.

Ji Xinghui didn't want to face anymore, anyway, he really missed Zhou Keyun, he threw himself into Zhou Keyun's arms, and he clearly felt Zhou Keyun's chest vibration.

Zhou Keyun bit his lip fiercely, then backed away a little, grabbed Ji Xinghui's calf, and lifted him up.

Ji Xinghui was taken aback. Before he could react, he was thrown on the bed by Zhou Keyun.

The bathrobe on his body was torn loose, and Ji Xinghui's injured knee was exposed. Before he could cover it up, Zhou Keyun saw it.

"What's the matter with the knee?" Zhou Keyun pinched his calf, exerting force now, as if he was afraid that Ji Xing would run away.

Ji Xing felt guilty, turned his face away and said, "I accidentally fell."

Zhou Keyun pinched his chin, leaned closer, and asked again: "Where did you fall?"

Ji Xinghui was forced to look at him, and his voice was aggrieved: "It's just carelessness on the stairs, what's the matter?"

Zhou Keyun looked at him silently, then pulled off his tie, grabbed Ji Xinghui's hand, and tied his wrist neatly.

Ji Xinghui was frightened by him, but because he lied, his voice was soft and soft: "What are you doing?"

"Fuck you." Zhou Keyun said expressionlessly.

Zhou Keyun pressed Ji Xinghui's hand to the top of his head to keep him from moving. Ji Xinghui's body was very white, and the scar on his knee was particularly eye-catching.

Zhou Keyun's eyes dimmed and he folded his legs.

Because his movements were a bit heavy, and the wound on his knee was pulled, the sudden pain made Ji Xinghui unable to hold back his voice.

Zhou Keyun stopped and kissed the wound soothingly.

Ji Xinghui closed his eyes. He felt that his head was too messy. He didn't know how much Zhou Keyun knew, so he didn't dare to say anything.

The hotel's lights were shining white, Ji Xinghui felt his eyes hurt and felt awkward because of this posture, so he turned his face and stared at the curtains of the hotel in a daze.

……

Because his hands were tied, he could only be at the mercy of Zhou Keyun.

Zhou Keyun knelt down on one knee in front of him in a well-dressed manner, and didn't even make unnecessary movements, such as touching and kissing.

Ji Xinghui felt in a daze that Zhou Keyun seemed to be giving him a chance to confess.

A feeling of sourness permeated the air, and it was intensified by Zhou Keyun's silence at the moment.

Ji Xinghui didn't want this.

……

Ji Xing turned his face away, bit his lip, and tears rolled down silently.

Zhou Keyun leaned over and wiped away his tears with his fingertips: "Why are you crying?"

Ji Xing turned to his side, buried his face in the sheet, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Stop tying me up."

Zhou Keyun lay down, hugged Ji Xinghui into his arms, and carefully untied his tie. He didn't tie it tightly, but Ji Xinghui's wrist was still red.

Ji Xinghui hugged him, buried his face deeply in Zhou Keyun's arms, hiding in a very dependent posture.

Zhou Keyun patted him on the back patiently.

"Can it be different?" Ji Xinghui's voice was a little hoarse, he raised his head from Zhou Keyun's arms, and looked at him with extremely pure eyes.

"Okay." Zhou Keyun rubbed his hair.

Zhou Keyun took off his clothes, and Ji Xinghui took the initiative to sit on him and hug him.

Zhou Keyun pinched his face, and said in a helpless and affectionate tone, "Ji Xinghui, be good."

……

It turned out that gentleness was like wine, Ji Xing turned his head and became dizzy, so he had to put his hands on Zhou Keyun's lower abdomen to keep his balance.

Zhou Keyun looked at his wrist and said suddenly, "Ji Xinghui, you didn't tell me the truth."

Ji Xinghui looked at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand Zhou Keyun's meaning.

"I've tied you with a tie for so long, and your wrist is not bruised. Do you think I'm stupid? How could you be sprained like this?" Zhou Keyun was a little angry and fierce.

Ji Xinghui kept shaking his head with his face upturned. No one knew whether he wanted to stop because he couldn't bear this kind of treatment, or because he wanted to explain to Zhou Keyun that the bruise was not what he thought.

But they didn't talk anymore, they just entangled each other and kissed each other, their lips and tongues intertwined, and their milk and milk blended together. This night became too gorgeous.