[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

Anze had a low fever.

His current small face has collapsed directly. If it was still a slightly fleshy oval face before, it has directly become the awl face that stars in the entertainment industry flock to.

Moreover, his face was very pale, but his cheeks and cheekbones were flushed abnormally, and his usually tender and tender face looked extremely dry.

The always rosy and small lips are pale and dry, and the long eyebrows and long eyelashes look shockingly black.

An Zeyi hardly ate anything during this period of time. Rivester fed him food, vomited whatever he ate, and survived entirely on glucose.

And when Kuroro and the others rescued An Zeyi, he stayed in the water for a long time. At the beginning, the hot water he put in was already icy cold, and he was ignited for the first time before he fell into a coma. Qi Zhihuo produced an unsuitable reaction, and the result of all kinds of integration became the current, low-grade fever on his forehead that never subsides.

So it can only be sent to the hospital.

An Zeyi himself didn't know about this, because he was completely unconscious.

In other words, his consciousness was immersed in a deeper place.

“………………The sea is vast and boundless, the rainbow appears and disappears, but is ethereal and impermanent, and its posture is inherited from generation to generation……………”

Who is singing, soft and loud.

An Zeyi felt as if his whole body was soaked in warm water from head to toe, floating and rippling with the water waves.

He can't be in the mother's stomach, can he?

Mother………………

"Honey, I feel like the baby in my stomach is moving!"

The soft voice, with the sweet and waxy feeling of Jiangnan Wu Nong's soft words, fell into the ears and felt like a small animal acting like a baby, until it was soft to the heart.

An Zeyi:? ? ?

Couldn't it really be his dear mother? ? ?

"Wanhui," said a low and gentle voice, "Do you think the baby will be a girl or a boy?"

"I hope it's a boy," the mother said with infinite joy and tenderness in her voice, "whether it's a boy or a girl, he's my favorite child."

"My beloved child will definitely be a gentle and calm child. No matter how much sadness and pain, how difficult twists and tribulations he encounters, he will get through it, stand up again, and walk on strong."

"He'll be our pride."

Dad, Mom……………

Then at the next moment, An Zeyi seemed to go back to the past, um, that’s not right, to be more precise, his consciousness once again cossed God, and saw that he had long forgotten, no, the seal memory.

"This son has the root of wisdom, if you take refuge in our sect..." This is the voice of old monk Chen in memory.

"Come on, old Chen, I don't know you yet. Don't think about abducting my grandson to become a monk. Our family is just a single seedling." This was the voice of the grandfather.

"He will have a catastrophe in the future. If he is transparent, the future will be open and bright."

"what?"

"Deep love will not last long and wisdom will hurt."

"…………"

"One by one, one by one?" This was my grandmother's voice.

"Yiyi, you are actually powerful!"

"Unexpectedly, it was recognized by the pacifier and Pengo Li's ring at the same time."

"Yiyi, you are too young, grandma will seal it for you first, okay? This way your body won't get worse."

My body, flames?

When Anze woke up, he smelled a nice fragrance and saw the blue sky.

He wants to cry.

My mother said that no matter how unhappy you are, seeing the blue sky will give you the motivation to walk on with a smile on your face.

But mom, I really want to cry, but I can't cry.

But Mom, I'm really, really tired and sad.

Mom, I survived, but I'm so tired.

"Are you awake, Yi?" Kuroro's voice sounded, and Anze raised his head with tears in his eyes, and saw the young man standing at the door.

Still wearing blue earrings and a bandage around his forehead, he was handsome and mature with clear features, and he was dressed in white clothes and black trousers, which made him look like a male god. He was carrying a bag in his hand, which smelled like scallion chicken porridge.

That is one of An Zeyi's favorite porridges.

The tip of his nose felt more sore, Anze blinked and lowered his eyelashes.

He didn't know what kind of mood it was, but he knew that he didn't want to see Kurolo now, he felt dirty.

An Zeyi is not a woman, so naturally he would not have such a girlish idea of ​​losing his virginity and being unlovable, but he just felt disgusted, being fucked by someone he didn't like or even hated , what's more, thinking of his body being tuned/taught to look disgusting to himself now, he feels that this kind of thing is disgusting and dirty.

Does he have a future?

And the moment he saw Kuroro, he immediately thought of that dark little black room, he was insulted by Rivester like a puppet at the mercy of others, and he thought of Kuroro pushing the door open An Ze's body trembled uncontrollably as soon as he looked like himself.

"Yi?" Kuroro walked over a few steps.Anze ducked to the side: "Don't."

"I'm dirty."

No man would accept him like this.And Kurolo, he deserves better.When Anze thought about it, he could even imagine that in Kuroro's future, he would definitely have an excellent woman who is elegant, knowledgeable, elegant, and refined.

They will live together, get married, have lovely and lively children, and live a daily life without being boring.

You shouldn't be messing with him.

"Drink the porridge while it's hot." Inserting a straw into the porridge cup, Kuroro sat by the bed and handed him the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, as if he didn't see An Zeyi's reaction: "Bai Ji Although the porridge with minced scallion and minced chicken at the porridge shop is a bit watery, it still tastes good, and I think you should like it."

"Ku......"

"I don't know how to cook porridge, and if you blow up the kitchen again, you will definitely get angry with me." Ku Luoluo continued to hold the porridge cup: "Although it is said that the porridge made by you is not as delicious, but you haven't had it for two days. Eat something."

An Ze stretched out his hand, took the porridge cup, and radiated the warmth of his hands through the thin paper cup.

very warm.

An Zeyi wanted to cry again, but he still had no tears.

He felt bad in such a mood, but when faced with Kuroro's thoughtfulness and tenderness, he really couldn't stop the thought of crying.

"Ah Yi, if you look like this, the nurse should think I'm bullying you." Kuroro joked softly: "You're not too touched, are you?"

"I," Anze said, his voice was very hoarse, and he looked at the other party with dry eyes. Ku Luoluo felt that he was going to cry, but there were no tears to shed.

"I remember you once wrote such a sentence in the novel," Kurolo pretended not to see the same calm opening: "'It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as I work hard to survive this day, this night, these few Hours, tomorrow will come, tomorrow is a new day.' I think that's a good sentence, don't you?"

Then he continued, with a low, mellow and soothing voice like a low-pitched bass: "I have raised some flowers and planted some trees, but when I saw the seeds germinate little by little, pushing away the soil and sand, the slender stems grew small When I look at the small, tender green leaves, I feel the power of life. Life, so beautiful and touching, so fragile but strong, is worthy of our awe."

"It's really a beautiful and warm text. When you are discharged from the hospital, let's go plant camellias and peonies together, okay? I remember you planted them in Yingsa's small garden. It's really beautiful."

"Or, plant a few more plum trees? When winter comes, you can collect the snow from the plum blossoms to make tea."

"En." Anze said in a low voice.

"Now, let's go home."

Kuroro smiled, but he didn't say anything, his heart ached a little when he saw Anze hiding from him and saying that he was dirty.

He believed that An Zeyi would be able to get out of this pain, just like walking out of the nightmare before, his soul became stronger and more dazzling and beautiful, just like the sky, no matter what he encountered, he would not be polluted and destroyed, but is to render everything and bloom everything.

It's just this time, Kuroro doesn't know how long it will be.

An Zeyi went to buy a treadmill on the way home.

"I think I need to exercise." An Zeyi said softly, avoiding Kuroro's gaze.He felt that Kuroro might know, but he didn't tell the truth, so he chose to pretend that Kuroro didn't know.

if not?His body has been trained/developed during this period of time, not to mention how sensitive it is, but just now when Kuroro helped him, the approaching masculine breath almost made An Zeyi's feet go limp and reacted.

It's shameless!An Zeyi bit his lip and thought, he has always restrained himself, but now he has become like this, he must change.

He is a person with iron will, he doesn't want to be someone who can't stand the teasing at all!

Seeing An Zeyi curled up in the farthest place from him through the mirror, Kuroro regretted a bit: If he had known that Ah Yi would wake up like this, he should have handed him over to Fei Tan.

——————Although it is said that the first time Hajime belonged to him, the first man who was developed and trained/taught Hajime's body was actually someone else, not him!

Except for the dust, everything in the house was intact. Once Anze washed and changed his clothes, he rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.He really couldn't bear to let him live in a house that hadn't been cleaned for nearly a month.

An Zeyi actually doesn't like vacuum cleaners very much, because the dust hidden in the gaps between the carpet and the floor cannot be cleaned.Usually he vacuums it every day and sends it to wake up once a week, which is fine, but for a month......

The carpet was rolled up and sent to the laundry. An Zeyi, wearing a mask, a smock, put on gloves and squatted on the ground with a rag, and began to tidy up.

The forearm exposed between the loosely rolled sleeves and the gloves is white and slender, which also shows that the traces that have not completely disappeared are very obvious.

When I saw him before, I only felt that his appearance was too bleak. When I was in the hospital, I only felt that he was a bit distressing.And when he put on the previous clothes, Kuroro really realized that he was really thin.

Anze’s requirements for a pair of clothes are very simple. Pajamas and home clothes should be loose and comfortable cotton or linen; clothes for going out should be simple and elegant; gowns for cooking, painting or cleaning at home should be as close as possible and suitable for activities. , The smock on him, which was originally a close-fitting smock, felt much looser.

This month, he has really lost a lot of weight, and his shoulder blades are even thinner when viewed from behind.

"What's the matter?" Anze asked puzzled when he saw Ku Luoluo who was holding a table rag in a daze when he got up.

"Ah Yi, you should eat more." Kuroro said, he kind of missed the An Ze Yi he met when he was Dakmeow, or the An Ze Yi he met again a year ago, even though he was more People of the same age are slender, but at least there is still a little baby fat on the face. Although the chin is a bit pointed, it still has a rounded curvature. It is definitely not as sharp as it is now, and it is about to hurt.

An Ze's face paled slightly, and he grasped the rag in his hand a little bit.He has always been meticulous and sensitive to emotions. This is the reason why his novels are well written and popular, but it is also the reason why he has nightmares and poor health.And now, he knows that Kuroro's words are purely for his own good, but he still can't help thinking about his humiliating experience in the previous month, and wonders if Kuroro knows something (Pike touched , everything is known), and even had a suicide thought in his heart that he was ashamed to see others, so he wanted to die, and he didn't want to live at all.

With An Zeyi's unlovable appearance, Ku Luoluo knew at a glance that this idiot was thinking too much, but he felt that only An Zeyi could think clearly about this kind of thing.

Glancing secretly at Kuroro's expression, it seemed that it was just a casual sentence of emotion rather than meaning, An Zeyi then slowly relaxed his heart, a gentle smile appeared on his pale face, and he opened his eyes. Topic: "What do you want for lunch?"

Kuroro sighed softly in his heart, with a brisk smile on his face: "Does Ah Yi want to cook a big meal by himself? I want to eat your preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and I need to put more glutinous rice in it."

"it is good."

"There should be more meat."

"it is good."

"No diced carrots."

"not good."