palm blade

Mu Zixing finished the whole thing in a flat, almost cold language, but his emotions were obviously not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

When I got up, I couldn't stand firmly even because of my emotional agitation, and almost fell down.

Lei Shao grabbed him.

Mu Zixing felt that Lei Shao's entire arm clasped around his waist was trembling when his body was pressed against each other.

However, he was not much better.

Those memories are still in his mind, and when he thinks about them today, the deep hatred still makes his heart surge uncontrollably.

At that time, he was forced to choose to save Yan Yi.

Yan Yi is still dead.

He died, but they didn't let him go, let Lei Shao torture him for five years.

Mu Zixing thought that by burying the severed finger and deliberately forgetting those five years, he could act as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he thought too much of himself.

He hated Ji Haodong, Yan Yi, and even Lei Shao.

The five years of torture had already left an indelible mark on him. It made him feel like walking on thin ice in his relationship with Lei Shao, even if the other party treated him well, trembling and fearful all day long.

He has been kneeling on the ground and looking up at Lei Shao humbly. Now, no matter what he does, he can't put himself on the same level as the other party.

"Sir," Mu Zixing put his forehead on Lei Shao's shoulder and asked hoarsely, "Do you believe what I just said?"

Lei Shao's lips trembled, and he couldn't squeeze a word out of his throat.

The surrounding air was silent and cold, but neither of the two people standing at the vent seemed to feel it.

A long silence spread between them.

After a long time, Mu Zixing finally raised his head, looked directly into Lei Shao's eyes and smiled, and said, "Sir, what do you say?"

And the latter's light-colored eyes were no longer calm as before, and his pupils trembled violently as he looked at the young man in front of him.

He wanted to talk, but at this moment, he didn't know what to say.

Language becomes the most feeble thing.

But Mu Zixing wanted to hear it, he wanted Lei Shao to tell him personally that he had done nothing wrong with Yan Yi.

"Sir, talk," Mu Zixing kissed Lei Shao's lips, and murmured vaguely.

Like a beast full of danger, he licked Lei Shao's chin little by little, and then went down his neck, finally showing his sharp fangs at the blood vessels.

Mu Zixing bit Lei Shao's side neck hard. He exhausted all his strength, and his mouth was instantly filled with the smell of iron rust.

Lei Shao's body tensed suddenly, and he couldn't hold back a muffled groan, but the arm holding Mu Zixing did not push him away, but tightened even more.

After a while, Mu Zixing finally changed from biting to licking. The tip of his tongue licked the bloody tooth marks, and when he spoke again, the dangerous and back-numbing aura all over his body became more intense.

"Sir, don't keep talking, just coax me, even if you don't believe it, you can just coax me."

Mu Zixing closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I won't help but hurt you."

He has never been a good person, but he often restrains his hostility in front of Lei Shao, but at the moment when the hatred is surging, he may not be able to control himself.

But Lei Shao obviously didn't realize the danger, or the truth hit him too hard, he was really speechless for a while and couldn't speak.

But Mu Zixing lost his patience, he sometimes hated Lei Shao's silence.

Just like in the past, this person was always aloof, watching him without saying a word, and I could only wait for his sentence in fear.

"Sir," Mu Zixing clasped Lei Shao's neck with his hand, and then slowly tightened it. He looked at Lei Shao with more paranoid and cruel eyes.

"Do you believe me or not?"

"...Letter." Lei Shao squeezed out a word from between his teeth with a dry voice.

Then he felt the hand loosening his neck, and Mu Zixing continued to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

"You're right," Lei Shao's eyes were filled with unspeakable pain, his throat was choked, and his voice became extremely hoarse when he spoke, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I blamed you."

The moment he said this, Mu Zixing's eyes turned red, he let go of Lei Shao, covered his face suddenly, and squatted on the ground.

Lei Shao pulled him up and held him in his arms.

Mu Zixing was only crying silently at first, but following Lei Shao's action, he finally couldn't help crying like a wronged child leaning on Lei Shao's shoulder.

"sorry Sorry……"

Lei Shao rubbed Mu Zixing's hair, and the eyes of the person who had never cried before also turned red. He knew that nothing he could do at this moment could make up for the damage he had done to Mu Zixing. three words.

"I've been waiting for you to give me a chance to explain, and you never gave it to me."

"I want to kill him, but I know you will be sad when he dies, so I dare not let him die."

"Obviously you are mine, you have always been mine, you don't want me anymore, you gave him my ring and everything."

"I just want him to die, do you know that I'm so jealous of him."

……

Mu Zixing cried and talked incoherently, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances and hatred, and each of these words was like a sharp knife piercing Lei Shao's heart, making him feel so painful that he couldn't help it. breathe.

After a long time, Mu Zixing's emotions gradually calmed down. He stopped crying, but was sobbing softly with his forehead against Lei Shao.

After a while, he took a step back and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Don't touch your eyes," Lei Shao grabbed his hand, turned to find wet wipes from the car, took out two, and pressed them lightly on the corners of Mu Zixing's eyes.

After wiping off all the tears on his face, Lei Shao carefully touched Mu Zixing's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the car first, okay? It's too cold outside."

Mu Zixing nodded.

After watching him go up, Lei Shao took out another cigarette, stood outside and lowered his head to finish smoking, then opened the car door and sat in.

Mu Zixing was leaning against the car window, looking out in a daze.

Hearing the movement next to him, he moved, but did not turn his head.

Lei Shao didn't talk to him either, he just took a small cushion from the back seat and put it on Mu Zixing's cheek to prevent the window glass from freezing him.

Then the two of them sat in silence. After such a chaotic night, Mu Zixing felt only tired at the moment, and he leaned against the cushion and closed his eyes.

Lei Shao turned on the heater in the car, the temperature rose, and his body gradually warmed up.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Zixing's consciousness gradually became sleepy. In a daze, Lei Shao seemed to help him fasten his seat belt, and then asked something, and then the car started to run.

When there was movement around him again, Mu Zixing opened his eyes, Lei Shao covered him with his coat, and carried him out of the car.

"Asleep, I'll carry you in."

Hearing the other party's words, Mu Zixing rubbed his face against his chest, and continued to fall into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

This time Mu Zixing slept for a long time, half asleep and half awake, he habitually rolled to the side, but he was not wrapped in another person's arms as usual.

Mu Zixing woke up suddenly, he touched the bed a few times, but he didn't touch Lei Shao.

"gentlemen?!"

In the next second, Mu Zixing jumped out of bed, turned on the light in the room, and then ran outside in a panic, and then he stopped suddenly in the living room.

Through the glass door, Mu Zixing saw that Lei Shao was sitting on the terrace connected to the living room with his back facing him.

The other party held a cigarette in his hand, and the ashtray beside him was already full of cigarette butts, while the man arched his back, shrugged his shoulders, and seemed to be crying.

Chapter [-] I want to have a home with you

Mu Zixing was stunned. He stood there staring blankly at the figure on the balcony.

He rarely saw Lei Shao cry.

When Lei Shao killed his partner for him when he was a child, he broke down and cried.

In order to save him from Ji Baichuan, he knelt on the ground and cried so hard that he couldn't help himself.

This was the third time Mu Zixing saw Lei Shao cry, and every time it was because of him.

Mu Zixing bit his lip, the hidden resentment towards Lei Shao in his heart suddenly dissipated, and now only his heartache was left.

Ever since he was a child, he never saw that person shedding tears. Looking at the other person's hand holding a cigarette on the back of his neck in pain, then lowered his head and shoulders and twitched, Mu Zixing's tears burst again.

He quietly retreated to the bedroom, closed the door, returned to the bed, and covered his face in the quilt.

Lei Shao sat on the terrace, when the cigarette burning on his fingertips burned his skin, he finally cleared his throat, raised his head and wiped his face.

Then he straightened his legs and leaned against the glass door.

There was only the last half of the cigarette in hand, Lei Shao brought it to his mouth, took a puff with downcast eyes, and then slowly spit it out.

If someone saw his appearance at this time, they would not believe their eyes.

No one could have imagined that this man who once sat at the top of the underground organization in C City would shed tears alone in the cold night wind.

But the tears flickering in the corner of his eyes were so obvious.

It was as if something had crushed this man's spine overnight. He was too decadent, his clothes were wrinkled, and those deep eyes, which were always emotionless, were now filled with deep, indelible pain.

Lei Shao bit his cigarette, he restrained himself from thinking about it, but what he had done to Mu Zixing in the past five years was still uncontrollably revolving in his mind.

He remembered how he pushed people into danger again and again, and how he abused and hurt him again and again...

Now these memories have finally turned into knives, stabbing him non-stop.

Lei Shao took a breath, and closed his eyes feeling the sharp pain in his heart.

He didn't expect this to be the case.

The funny thing is that Mu Zixing tried to explain it when the incident happened, but new and old hatreds came up, and at that moment he completely convicted Mu Zixing in his heart.

He took his explanation for sophistry.

He only knew that Mu Zixing had always wanted to kill Yan Yi because of jealousy, but he never thought about whether Yan Yi also wanted Mu Zixing to die in his heart at that time.

He only saw Yan Yi's tenderness and obedience.

But he didn't know that love sometimes makes a person not like himself, and makes people twisted and crazy.

Now that the truth is revealed, he finally tasted the pain of cutting out the heart.

After a long time, Lei Shao stood up from the ground with his knees propped up. He took a shower in the bathroom in the living room, cleaned off the smell of cigarettes on his body, and returned to the bedroom.

Mu Zixing was lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, and when Lei Shao lifted the quilt to get on the bed, he moved over and slipped into his arms.

"Sir," Mu Zixing touched Lei Shao's face in the dark, and asked softly, "Are you secretly crying?"

"Not secretly," Lei Shao laughed, his voice hoarse, "I heard you came out to find me."

"Don't cry," Mu Zixing touched Lei Shao's eyes and said, "I'm not telling you that to make you feel guilty, I just want to make this matter clear so that there is no misunderstanding between us."

"I don't want Yan Yi to be caught between us."

Mu Zixing continued whispering in Lei Shao's ear, "I'm afraid, if one day you meet someone like Yan Yi, you won't want me anymore."

"Also..." Mu Zixing paused, and said with some lack of confidence, "I'm too jealous, I just want my husband to be the only one in his heart, and if I talk about that, maybe my husband will hate him, Don't like him anymore."

Lei Shao's eyes ached when he heard Mu Zixing carefully revealing his selfishness to him sentence by sentence.

"I..." His throat was choked, and he said hoarsely after a long while, "I have always... only loved you."

Mu Zixing's breathing suddenly stopped, and he propped up his upper body as if he couldn't believe it.

"I don't know how to explain the past to you, and I'm not qualified to defend myself... I've hurt you for so long, but from the day my adoptive father brought you to me, until now, I really like And the one who has always loved, is only you."

Lei Shao rubbed Mu Zixing's trembling lips with his fingertips and said slowly, he is not an emotional person. After the most intense ups and downs of emotions have passed, his tone has become much calmer when he speaks, but Mu Zixing was still greatly shocked in his heart.

A scorching liquid splashed on his cheek, Lei Shao was taken aback, touched Mu Zixing's eyes with his hand, and whispered, "Don't cry."

"I can't help it." Mu Zixing choked up and lay back on his body.

Lei Shao put his arms around Mu Zixing, and commented with a smile, "Crying bag."

Then he paused, and asked a question that he felt ashamed to ask but still couldn't help but want to know.

"Xing Xing," Lei Shao's Adam's apple slipped, and said, "Do you hate me?"

Mu Zixing's sobbing stopped, and after a few seconds, he shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "I don't hate it."

"Liar," Lei Shao rubbed his head and smiled, "Before he bit me in hatred."

Mu Zixing choked, buried himself between Lei Shao's neck for a few seconds, and then admitted, "Just... a little bit before, but now I don't hate it anymore."

"I forgave him when I saw him cry, and..." Mu Zixing said a little embarrassedly, "I heard from my husband that I have always been in my heart, and I am very happy now."

"Fool," Lei Shao scratched his chin and sighed, "Why are you so easy to coax."

"I just want to have a good life with my husband in the future, and I want to have a family with him." Mu Zixing said.

When Lei Shao heard this, he couldn't help holding Mu Zixing's face, and kissed his lips. How cruel he was to the young man in his arms in the past, how much he loves this man now.

The only fortunate thing is that Mu Zixing is still alive and by his side.

He owes Mu Zixing too much. No matter what he does, he will never be able to repay the harm to this person. He also knows that what Mu Zixing wants is nothing to make up for. For the rest of his life, he can only love and care for him more wholeheartedly. he.

He said before that he would not make Mu Zixing cry, but he made this man cry too many times, and he will never do it again.

The next day, Mu Zixing found out that the house they lived in was his own small white building.

"Didn't you recognize it last night?"

"No," Mu Zixing walked around the room, rubbing his nose in embarrassment, "I wanted to find Mr. yesterday, and I didn't pay attention to the room."

There was a slight smile on Lei Shao's mouth, neither of them mentioned what happened last night, as if they had really let go.

Passing the slice of bread with jam to Mu Zixing, Lei Shao said, "Boss Feng wants to see us, so I plan to stay in City C for one more day."

"Ah? Us?" Mu Zixing pointed to himself. He thought of the police chief and Uncle Lei Shao, and he began to panic again. "Are we still talking about business this time?"

"No," Lei Shao said calmly, "He invited us to his house for dinner."