Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

The more Wen Ran thinks about it, the more awake he becomes, the sleepiness just now has left him.

He was very tired all over his body, but he stared at Meng Miandong intently because of anxiety.

—his hibernation he lost and found again.

Meng Miandong met Wen Ran's gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ran shook his head: "It's okay, I just want to ask you, can I kiss you?"

Meng Miandong acquiesced, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Wen Ran's lips pressed against him immediately. Wen Ran's lips were still dry, and seemed to be able to cut his lips.

But he was not willing to push Wen Ran away, instead he hugged Wen Ran carefully with both hands, and opened his lips and teeth actively.

Wen Ran's tongue eagerly drilled in, and after tasting everything in his mouth, he began to stir slowly.

He could feel the body fluid in his mouth flooding, which he had never experienced before.

He was a little shy, but happy at the same time, because he and Wen Ran experienced things that he had never experienced before.

But Wen Ran's tongue seems to have a bit of a fishy smell, is it the smell left by his turbid liquid just now?

He was a little more shy, but his heart was jumping with joy.

By the time the kiss ended, he was out of breath, and his heart was heaving violently. When he separated from Wen Ran's lips, he saw the saliva between the four lips through his slightly opened eyelids. .

The thin line reflected the dazzling light under the sunlight coming in from the blinds, and it was stretched a little longer before it broke.

He closed his eyes first, and then opened them again. After his breathing calmed down, he stared at Wen Ran and asked, "Do you like to kiss me? Is it comfortable to kiss me?"

Wen Ran replied frankly: "I like to kiss you, kissing you is very comfortable, I want to kiss you many times every day."

Meng Miandong blushed and said, "Then you can kiss me many times every day."

Wen Ran laughed and said, "Do you also like being kissed by me?"

Meng Miandong said obediently: "I like it, I like it very much, and I want to experience more things with you that I have never experienced before."

Wen Ran reached out to caress Meng Miandong's cheek, then stretched out his hand to hold Meng Miandong in his arms, and said in a low voice: "I also want to experience more things with you that I have never experienced before, Miandong, don't leave me .”

"I can't leave you at all, and I never thought about leaving." Meng Miandong rubbed Wen Ran's palm with his cheek, and said, "So go to bed quickly."

He easily saw through Wen Ran's exhaustion, if he hadn't been pestering Wen Ran to talk, Wen Ran would have fallen asleep long ago, right?

"Well, okay, then I'm going to sleep." Wen Ran inserted the five fingers of his right hand into the gaps between the fingers of Meng Miandong's left hand, fastened them tightly, and then closed his eyes.

Meng Miandong didn't sleep, but stared at the blood bag.

After the blood transfusion is over, he has to call the nurse and pull out the infusion needle, otherwise the blood in Wen Ran's body will be drawn out instead.

Now there are more than half of the blood bag left, he didn't look at the blood bag anymore, but looked at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran's acute gastric bleeding must have been serious, right?Otherwise, there would be no need for so much blood transfusion, and she would not lose weight.

Wen Ran was hospitalized three days ago, but that doesn't mean he got sick three days ago, right?

Thinking of this, Meng Miandong's heart was pierced like a knife. Maybe Wen Ran was enduring severe pain when he cooked for him and brought the meal to his door. What kind of thought did Wen Ran have at that time? Feeling?What kind of mood does Wen Ran feel when he comes to the hospital alone and lies alone on the hospital bed?

He doesn't know anything.

He has been immersed in his emotions.

In fact, Wen Ran never hurt him from the beginning to the end, he was always hurting Wen Ran.

He secretly unbuttoned Wen Ran's hospital gown, exposing his shoulders, he didn't know when blood scabs had formed on the tooth marks he had bitten out, let alone when most of the blood scabs had fallen off.

He lowered his head, kissed it, and secretly said: Maybe I suffer from Frigley's delusional syndrome as Wen Ran said?

He took out his mobile phone and searched for the disease, which was indeed very similar to his performance—no, it should be said to be symptoms—and his symptoms.

If he really suffers from Fregely's Delusional Syndrome, then Wen Ran's behavior can be explained. Then, Wen Ran did not find Zhong Jiayu, but Zou Xinghe. passed away?

He had a headache at the moment, he couldn't think any further, so he rested his chin on Wen Ran's chest, and fixed his eyes on the blood bag.

The bright red blood in the blood bag is entering Wen Ran's body drop by drop through the infusion tube and infusion needle. When all the fresh blood enters Wen Ran's body, will Wen Ran's lost blood be replenished?

After an unknown amount of time, the blood bag was almost gone.

He pressed the beeper, and the nurse rushed over immediately.

The nurse looked at Meng Miandong who was lying next to Wen Ran strangely, and said nothing, but pulled out the infusion needle neatly, and asked Meng Miandong to press the cotton ball again.

There were pinholes under the cotton ball, and Meng Miandong was afraid that he would bleed again after smelling the burning, so he pressed the cotton ball very seriously, as if he was pressing a button that would destroy the world as soon as it was released.

After about 10 minutes, he took the cotton ball away, and then looked nervously at the tiny pinhole.

Seeing that there was no more bleeding from the pinhole, he threw the blood-stained cotton ball into the trash can.

Then, he yawned, leaned against Wen Ran's shoulder again, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Wen Ran woke up, he felt something heavy on his shoulder and right hand, and immediately opened his eyes.

What came into view was his hibernation, and his memory slowly came back in surprise.

Yes, he and his Miudong reconciled again, and his Miudong even proposed to him.

This is really what he dreams of. It would be even better if Meng Miandong's Fregely delusional syndrome can be cured soon.

He kissed Meng Miandong's slightly flushed cheeks in his sleep, and said softly, "Get well soon, my Miandong."

Meng Miandong responded to him by smacking his mouth.

Meng Miandong obviously dreamed about eating something delicious.

But when he waited for Meng Miandong to wake up and asked Meng Miandong what delicious food he dreamed about, Meng Miandong blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Meng Miandong shamelessly said, "I dreamed that I was licking your fingers."

Wen Ran smiled and said, "So do you want to lick now?"

In reply, Meng Miandong grabbed Wen Ran's wrist and began to lick it finger by finger.

Obviously it should be a very erotic act, but it is done by Meng Miandong, but it is more like a little milk cat licking a beloved cat can.

Meng Miandong raised her eyes and said vaguely, "Do you feel comfortable?"

Wen Ran looked at Meng Miandong who was waiting to be praised, and said against his will: "Very comfortable."

Meng Miandong was encouraged and licked harder, turning the kitten into an adult cat.

Wen Ran held back his smile, rubbed the back of Meng Miandong's hairy head with his left hand with pinholes, and said, "It's very comfortable."

Complacent, Meng Miandong licked all ten of Wen Ran's fingers, and then wiped off the body fluid left on them with a paper towel.

Wen Ran stretched out his hand, touched Meng Miandong's stomach, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm hungry." Meng Miandong was reminded by Wen Ranyi, and immediately felt the long-lost hunger.

He glanced at his phone, the time was already 04:30 in the afternoon, and he hadn't eaten any food today.

But for many days before, he didn't feel hungry for a whole day without eating. Was it because his body finally came alive?

Yes, that's it.

He looked at Wen Ran again and said, "What can you eat now?"

Wen Ran was afraid that Meng Miandong would blame himself, so he didn't want to say it at first, but he was even more afraid that forcing himself to eat would make his condition worse, so he had to be honest: "I just vomited blood this morning, and I can't eat anything yet."

Meng Miandong's eyes really blamed himself under his words, and he heard Meng Miandong ask again: "When did you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Ran lied: "I felt unwell three days ago, as soon as I felt unwell, I rushed to the hospital."

In fact, he had been feeling unwell for about ten days, and then he had to come to the hospital because he vomited blood again.

At that time, he had no ambition at all, and the only thing that supported him was his obsession—cooking three meals a day for Meng Miandong. It's very pleasant, because I can't help having fantasies about Meng Miandong. In the fantasies, Meng Miandong is still the Meng Miandong who will cling to him every day.

However, every time he threw the food away with his own hands, the despair in his heart would grow wildly.

He wandered in fantasy and despair every day, and his body finally couldn't support it.

When he vomited blood for the first time, he was even full of joy.

He put away his thoughts, stretched out his hand to touch Meng Miandong's head and said, "Miandong, go eat quickly, there is a canteen in the hospital, if you don't like the canteen, you can eat outside or order takeaway."

"Let me order takeaway." Meng Miandong didn't want to leave Wenran for a second now, kissed Wenran, and then opened the takeaway app on his mobile phone and ordered takeaway.

Since it was not yet the peak dining season, the takeaway was delivered quickly.

Meng Miandong got off the bed, took out the takeaway from the packaging bag, sat on the chair in front of Wen Ran's bed, took a sip, and after another sip, said anxiously: "Next time, can you make it for me?" good?"

Wen Ran glanced over and saw that Meng Miandong's order was pasta with creamy bacon and mushrooms and borscht.

These two were the first lunch he made for Meng Miandong after the breakup. At that time, he was in a state of collapse, and he failed several times in a row. He struggled until after one o'clock in the afternoon before he could barely catch his eyes.

Intellectually, he didn't think Meng Miandong would eat it, but emotionally, he hoped that Meng Miandong could eat some, even a bite would be good.

However, Meng Miandong didn't even open the door.

He watched Meng Miandong eating creamy bacon and mushroom spaghetti, and couldn't help being overwhelmed by the despair at that time. Instead of answering Meng Miandong, he said to Meng Miandong: "Miandong, kiss me again."

Meng Miandong felt the despair in Wen Ran's tone, immediately put down the creamy bacon mushroom pasta in his hand, lowered his head, and kissed Wen Ran.

Wen Ran pushed hard, turned over and pressed Meng Miandong under him, and kissed vigorously, at the same time clasped Meng Miandong's wrists with one hand, and groped roughly with the other hand.

Sleepover is mine, Sleepover is mine, Sleepover is mine...

No one else has a hand in it.

Meng Miandong felt that Wen Ran in front of him was like a ferocious beast eager to carve its mark on its prey, completely different from the usual elegant and calm Wen Ran.

The Wen Ran in front of him made him feel very distressed, he didn't resist at all, and let Wen Ran do whatever he wanted.

After a while, Wen Ran suddenly let go of Meng Miandong until he tasted a bit of blood in his mouth.

He thought for a moment that he was going to vomit blood again, but after a while, he realized that it was because he bit Meng Miandong's inner lip that he could taste the blood.

He immediately apologized to Meng Miandong, "I'm sorry."

In fact, Meng Miandong didn't feel any pain, but felt emptiness after losing Wen Ran's body temperature, Wen Ran's kiss, and Wen Ran's touch.

"You don't need to apologize to me, I like you to kiss me, and I like you to touch me." He voluntarily leaned on Wen Ran, and said temptingly, "Don't you continue to kiss me?"

Wen Ran said apologetically, "Doesn't the wound hurt?"

"It hurts, as compensation, continue to kiss me." The voice was still lingering on the tip of the tongue, and Meng Miandong had already covered her lips.

The feeling of the lips and teeth intertwined is very strange, as if the soul has been touched.

After the kiss was over, Meng Miandong looked at Wen Ran panting, and said coquettishly, "Next time, make me a lot of delicious food."

"Okay." Wen Ran's chaotic mood had calmed down, he stretched out his hand to tidy up Meng Miandong's messy clothes, and said with a smile, "Hurry up, or you'll get cold later."

Meng Miandong got out of bed, sat back on the chair, picked up the spaghetti with creamy bacon and mushrooms, and while eating, said with distaste, "It's not as delicious as yours."

After eating a few mouthfuls of spaghetti, he then drank a few mouthfuls of borscht soup. Before he could completely swallow the borscht soup, he said, "It's not as good as yours."

Because it didn't suit his taste, he didn't eat all of it, and there was a small part left. If he wasn't so hungry now, there would definitely be a big part left.

He threw away the leftover spaghetti with creamy bacon and mushrooms and borscht, climbed onto Wen Ran's hospital bed, and hugged Wen Ran.

Since the breakup, he either had nightmares or erotic dreams. There were very few times when he didn't have dreams, and there was no quality of sleep to speak of.

Now that his stomach is full and he is holding Wen Ran again, he can't help feeling a little sleepy.

But just before he closed his eyes, he remembered something, opened his eyes wide, stared at Wen Ran and said, "Why did you resign from University A? And why did you lie to me? You only hired me for three months." Long vacation?"

Meng Miandong made a phone call and was told by the nurse that he arrived at the hospital. When the phone rang, he was actually a little conscious, but because of the medicine, his body couldn't control his body at all, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He didn't receive a call from Meng Miandong.

Meng Miandong didn't have his cell phone number, so of course he was able to call him because he got his phone number when he went to University A.

Therefore, Wen Ran was not surprised that Meng Miandong would learn that he had resigned from University A.

For him, only Meng Miandong is the most important. He has made big mistakes because he was busy with work before, and of course he will not repeat the same mistakes this time.

He resigned in order not to affect the school's teaching arrangements, because he was not sure when Meng Miandong would recover, and he couldn't always occupy a position without going to work.

He smiled wryly: "At that time, you were very wary of me. If I said that I resigned for you, you would be more wary of me, right?"

At that time, I was really on guard against Wen Ran, because I suspected that Wen Ran was Zhong Jiayu's accomplice, no matter whether Wen Ran took off his clothes in front of him and let him inspect him naked, or Wen Ran let him search his home After repeating it twice, he couldn't dispel his doubts about Wen Ran.

When Wen Ran said that he had taken a long vacation and wanted to see him get better day by day, his heart was full of sarcasm. If he hadn't been too sleepy at the time, but couldn't sleep well, he wouldn't have let Wen Ran in to sleep with him at all. .

If Wen Ran told him directly that he had resigned, he would indeed be more on guard against Wen Ran.

After all, University A is a first-class institution, so it is a pity to resign, and Wen Ran, who does not hesitate to resign, will make him feel that he has some more serious intentions.

Moreover, after meeting the dean, he realized that Wen Ran was not an ordinary teacher of University A, but the youngest professor of University A.

He looked at Wen Ran with a wry smile, and said seriously: "Wen Ran, when you recover, you can go back to University A."

Wen Ran didn't agree: "I don't plan to go back to University A for the time being, I want to be with you every day."

Meng Miandong advised, "I don't care."

"It's me who can't leave you." Wen Ran stretched out his hand to trace Meng Miandong's eyebrows, "Miandong, I'm very afraid that I will lose you..."

Wen Ran has always been calm and unhurried, but now he bluntly says that he is very scared.

Meng Miandong seldom feels negative emotions from Wen Ran, and Wen Ran never confides negative emotions. This is the first time that Wen Ran confides to him directly, maybe because of his illness?

He was startled, his heart was throbbing, and he assured him: "You don't need to be afraid of losing me."

"Thank you, Miandong." Wen Ran smiled brightly, he was a bit haggard at first, but with such a smile, he seemed to have returned to the appearance when Meng Miandong first met him.

However, when he really got better, it was half a month after he was discharged from the hospital.

For the past half month, he has been eating liquid food, but he still cooks for Meng Miandong in different ways every day.

After half a month, he stopped eating liquid food, but he must avoid food, avoid spicy food and cold food, and it is best to reduce salt and sugar.

Meng Miandong looks at Wen Ran with a smile in his eyes every day, and when he asks him what he wants to eat, he always has the urge to cry.

On the 18th day after being discharged from the hospital, after dinner, Wen Ran nervously said to Meng Miandong: "I'm going to contact Zhong Jiayu's parents. In the next few days, shall we go to Zhong Jiayu's house?"

During these [-] days, Meng Miandong and Wen Ran never went out, and all the daily necessities, fresh food, etc. were bought online. Therefore, Meng Miandong never saw Zhong Jiayu again, and had already forgotten Zhong Jiayu.

Now being reminded like this, his body tensed immediately, but he did not refuse: "Okay, let's go to Zhong Jiayu's house."

Wen Ran was about to pick up the mobile phone on the dining table, but was stopped by Meng Miandong: "I have one condition."

Wen Ran put down the phone, and said solemnly: "No matter what conditions you have, I will agree to you."

Meng Miandong lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips vigorously, then raised her head, and said, "Go to bed with me."

——Since the two reconciled, they kissed every day, but they didn't go any further.

Wen Ran laughed and said, "Is this a condition? This should be a reward you gave me, right?"

"So you agreed?" Meng Miandong was a little excited but a little timid, "Then shall I go take a shower now?"

Wen Ran nodded and said, "You go take a shower first, I'll go buy lubricant and condoms."

Meng Miandong asked strangely: "I know what lubricants do, but why use condoms? I can't get pregnant."

Wen Ran said affectionately: "Using a condom is better for your body, and the condom also has a lubricating effect."

"Okay." Meng Miandong urged in a daze, "Then hurry up."

Wen Ran couldn't help but tease: "My Miandong is really passionate."

My sleepy winter, that's really a sweet title.

Meng Miandong pursed her mouth and said, "Whoever made you so cold, I can only be more enthusiastic."

Wen Ran whispered into Meng Miandong's ear again: "Don't beg for mercy later."

Meng Miandong stared at Wen Ran and said, "I won't beg for mercy."

Wen Ran smiled, changed out clothes, and went out.

As soon as Wen Ran went out, Meng Miandong went to take a bath.

He took off his home clothes, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at his body, wondering if Wen Ran would like his body?

He was washing anxiously, he hadn't finished washing yet, he heard Wen Ran's footsteps coming back.

He spent a long time cleaning it until his skin was slightly wrinkled before he walked out of the bathroom and put on his bathrobe.

Wen Ran was sitting on the sofa, and on the coffee table opposite the sofa was a plastic bag from a convenience store, which contained lubricants and condoms.

His cheeks became hot, he walked in front of Wen Ran, and said, "Hurry up and take a bath, too."

Wen Ran lightly pecked Meng Miandong's lips before going to take a bath.

When he came out, Meng Miandong was already lying on the bed in the bedroom, looking very nervous.

Wen Ran was also nervous. He sat next to Meng Miandong, slowly lowered his body, and kissed Meng Miandong softly, first on his forehead, then on the tip of his nose, then on his lips, then on his neck, and then on his collarbone. .

Meng Miandong felt as if his body was going to melt in Wen Ran's lips and teeth, he liked being kissed by Wen Ran like this.

While kissing Meng Miandong's collarbone, Wen Ran reached out and pulled the belt of the bathrobe from Meng Miandong's waist.

Once the belt was ripped off, there was nowhere to hide the skin all over.

Meng Miandong subconsciously covered her face, but she didn't struggle at all.

Wen Ran cautiously probed with his fingertips, and at the same time took it into his mouth.

Pleasure and indescribable discomfort are contradictoryly intertwined, suddenly penetrated Meng Miandong's brain, making him at a loss as to what to do.

After a long time, the discomfort turned into pleasure, a weird pleasure.

He stretched out his hand to caress Wen Ran's cheek and said, "It's already done."

Wen Ran nodded, but did not proceed directly to the next step, but continued to comfort Meng Miandong, and only took possession of Meng Miandong after he had a taste of Meng Miandong.

The pain overwhelmed Meng Miandong, who frowned, but when Wen Ran wanted to retreat, he hugged Wen Ran without hesitation.

Wen Ran kept kissing Meng Miandong, and did not continue until Meng Miandong got used to it completely.

The feeling of being filled is amazing, as if I have rewritten my past life, there is no more haze, only endless joy.

Meng Miandong opened her eyes, stared at Wen Ran, and then took the initiative to reach out and hook the back of Wen Ran's neck for a kiss.

After everything subsided, Meng Miandong said to Wen Ran in the aftertaste: "Do it again."

Wen Ran stroked Meng Miandong's wet body and said, "Do it next time."

Meng Miandong bit Wen Ran's lips in dissatisfaction, and said: "At first, I felt very painful. I was thinking that going to bed is such a painful thing, but why am I not willing to push you away? But later I was so comfortable in it.”