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At first, Cheng Che never thought of crying.

Although I have heard those cruel and heart-piercing words with my own ears.

There are many, many other noisy voices, also emerging at the same time——

[He has always been like this, he can only treat people well for a short period of time, and he will definitely get bored after a long time, without exception. 】

[Although I haven't scummed you, but I have scummed many other people!After knowing that you like him, he will scum you every minute. 】

[How could it be possible that you are still single at the age of 27 and eight, just waiting to find out for you? 】

But perhaps, it is because of these words that I have heard them over and over again.

So much so that when the knife that ruthlessly pierced his heart really fell, it didn't hurt as imagined.

There are many, many stories on the Internet——

The prodigal son will eventually turn around and be completely subdued by someone.

Sometimes it's "destined", sometimes it's "fate has arrived", sometimes it's "the magic height is one foot, the road is one foot higher", and sometimes it's just that he is tired from playing, and there just happens to be someone in front of him.

That person just happened to be lucky and foolishly bumped into him.

Cheng Che never felt that he, who was ordinary and boring, could be anyone's "fate".

He is not good enough, not qualified enough, and at the same time, he does not have the brains to play tricks with others.

So, why him.

No matter how hard I think about it, I can't think of a reason why the male god chooses him. Later, I can only think that I was unlucky, and I happened to bump into him when he was tired of playing and wanted to calm down.

But Cheng Che forgot.

I have been unlucky since I was a child, not to mention how could anyone be an "exception" in Zhao Qingling's place.

I lied to myself countless times, weaved countless self-deceiving lies, and the result could not match the reality after all.

The most dreadful day in my heart just came without warning.

……

but.

Sure enough, he was still obsessed with it.Still just like Yan Zhen scolded countless times, crazy and unrealistic.

Still hopelessly addicted and dreaming.

Although I heard those words with my own ears, what I saw before my eyes was the sunset glow that day, or the cool breeze in my ears when I was sitting on the back of Zhao Qingling's bicycle early in the morning.

At that time, he was young, helpless, and had nothing.

Sitting on the back seat of Zhao Qingling's bicycle, sipping sweet and salty rice balls, secretly looking forward to it, hoping that Zhao Qingling would not lie to him.

In the end, he really didn't lie to him, that's good

Then the same, ten years later.

He shouldn't lie to him either.

……

Cheng Che suddenly struggled.

He didn't believe it, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Qingling, do you want...to separate from me?"

"Are you going to break up? Are you not together?"

His voice became hoarse, and his eyes were full of despair, waiting for the cruelty that would come again at any time.

On Zhao Qingling's side, it seemed that he was stunned by his sudden question.

His expression was strange, obviously hesitating, not knowing how to answer.

In the end, he didn't say anything, but picked him up again with force, and hugged him tightly!

why.

Why don't you speak, why don't you answer?

Why do you say that you are tired of playing, but you are still so crazy in his body...

Cheng Che felt aggrieved, trembling, and felt cold all over.Then suddenly realized that if they just ended it, it would be their last.

No!

The sluggish heart finally began to feel sour and twisted.

He doesn't do it.

If this is the last time, then he don't do it!

He doesn't want such a "last time".

He couldn't even get an explanation or an explanation. It was too tragic. He didn't want the last memory to be like this!

No.

……

He began to struggle desperately.Grab the pillow, grab the quilt, and resist.

But Zhao Qingling didn't know where the strength came from, and easily restrained him.

Just like their relationship, no matter how hard he works, how hard he tries, how hard he tries.

On Zhao Qingling's side, it will always be easy.

But what to do, who made him so much better than him.

Why……

Cheng Che hated him, his eyes turned red with hatred.

In the mouth, there is a hint of fishy sweetness.

He froze.At some point, he actually bit Zhao Qingling's shoulder.

Yes, and bit down hard.

At first, it was obviously just a driftwood hug, but later it was too uncomfortable and hated, and unconsciously and subconsciously began to exert force.The bite was so hard that the bite was mottled.

Obviously it's not him who hates him, but his own uselessness—ordinary, ordinary, why no matter how hard he tries, it's not good enough.

Cheng Che's face was pale. Looking at the wound, he felt helpless, dazed, and distressed.

not on purpose.

This time, and last time, it was not intentional.

……

The last time he bit Zhao Qingling's shoulder, they were just together.

After work, they nestled on the sofa in the living room under a blanket and watched a movie together.

Usually everything was fine, except that day Zhao Qingling was dishonest and rolled around.When the movie was finally over, she suddenly lay on him like a puppy and scratched his palm.

Bright eyes, cute and innocent, with a little pleading.

He whispered to him, "I want to".

... There is no way to refuse such a look.

So he turned off the light, and Cheng Che suppressed his slight trembling.

After just a little bit, he broke out in a cold sweat.

It's not that Zhao Qingling's skills are bad.Maybe some human organs really shouldn't be used for some strange sports.

For the first time again, his whole body was tense and stiff as hell.

I thought about trying to bear it, trying to bear it, but it really hurt, so I couldn't hold it back.

Zhao Qingling stopped immediately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

"will not."

Amber's pretty eyes looked at him, full of pity, Zhao Qingling pressed him on his shoulder: "Cheche, this way, you hug my neck tightly, and bite my shoulder when it hurts."

Cheng Che was unwilling, but Zhao Qingling insisted.

In the end, Cheng Che had no choice but to obediently bite on it.

He thought it was okay.

I thought that with my level of forbearance, no matter how painful it was, I would definitely not use force.

As a result, in the next second, this idea proved to be immature - Zhao Qingling only moved slightly, and the pain made him tremble in an instant, and he subconsciously bit down.

"Woo! It hurts!"

Zhao Qingling's screams were much louder than his.

And on the shoulder, there was also a circle of bloody teeth marks on the spot.

Cheng Che was stunned by the traces. He felt distressed and ashamed, so he hurriedly took care of the medicine box.Looking at Little Wolf's sofa, thinking about what he was doing, he was really ashamed, pushed him away and shrank into the blanket in the corner of the sofa, refusing to come out.

At that time, Zhao Qingling hadn't heard anything about his temper.

At a loss, I thought he was angry, and squatted beside the sofa with a miserable and innocent face.He didn't dare to reach out to touch him, and he didn't dare to leave, so he was very pitiful, and kept saying sorry, sorry, sorry.

Cheng Che couldn't bear him being so pitiful.

I could only get out of the quilt, bite the bullet and continue to dawdle and hand everything over to him.

"Cheche, you bite me again."

"No more bites."

"It's okay, I don't hurt! Come on, bite the other side this time."

"..."

One finger, two, continue to widen.

Cheng Che broke out in a cold sweat again from the pain.

But after all, he has experience, this time he tried his best to control it very well, and he never bit down no matter how painful it was.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Qingling who suddenly stopped playing.

Cheng Che was at a loss when his body was suddenly hugged tightly.Soft brown hair rubbed against his cheek, Zhao Qingling's voice was very soft.

"Enough, Cheche, enough, don't bear the pain anymore."

"It doesn't have to be done today. You don't need to work so hard for me, you have to know how to cherish yourself more, understand?"

"..." Cheng Che wanted to say, but it doesn't matter.

It hurts, but it's not really unbearable.

Also, because he likes Zhao Qingling so much, he is willing to suffer some grievances for him.

It's not that you don't love yourself.

"Cheche, are you stupid! Don't you understand? You will have me in the future, do you know?"

"We are together, and I will try my best to protect you and take care of you. After you are with me, you don't have to endure anything. You can rely on me, understand!"

"..."

Today it is today.

The words of that day still echoed in my ears.

Cheng Che never told Zhao Qingling how much comfort and salvation those words brought him.

So heartwarming.

So heartwarming that he didn't even need it to be true.

Even if it was just to lie to him, it was enough.His life is enough and worth it.

Of course, in many ordinary and happy days later, Zhao Qingling also said many things that made him feel safe and happy.

Say you want to be together for the rest of your life, say you like Cheche the most, and say you are the child bride-in-law of my old Zhao family.

Every time Cheng Che kicked him and called him nonsense.

In my heart, I thought silently, if it was all true, if it could be realized, it would be great...

One drop, two drops.

Tears fell.

Cheng Che was stunned.

He didn't resent Zhao Qingling, or blame him for not counting what he said, that's why he wanted to cry.

Zhao Qingling was willing to treat him well, even if it was only for one day, he was already happy enough.He doesn't blame him, never will.

It's just that I feel so sad when I think that such happiness will never be there again.

He just put his arms around Zhao Qingling's shoulders, and gently pressed his forehead against it.

Depressedly, silently cried.

……

Tears slid down his shoulders, Zhao Qingling was stunned.

Then his eyes dimmed wildly, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly.

Even the soul seems clinging to the deepest, tightest abyss.

Both the psychological and physical levels were satisfied like never before, from scalp to fingertips numb to palpitations.

……Cried.

Finally, finally, he completely cried.

Being bullied so badly by him, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and shed tears.

He cried so softly.

Head bowed, convulsed and trembling in his arms.It was no longer the usual coldness and seriousness.

So distressed.

I like, love him so much...

That madness lasted for a long time, draining the last of Zhao Qingling's strength.

He lost his strength, and finally fell headfirst, but with the last of his sanity, he struggled to hug the man in his arms tightly.

Cheng Che had already passed out.There were still some tear stains on her face, she was very haggard, her eyebrows were still tangled, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Zhao Qingling shook him, but there was no response.He is too tired to die.

On Zhao Qingling's side, he felt distressed and at a loss.The last consciousness before falling into darkness was getting up and kissing Cheng Che's cheek, then hugging him tightly in a daze.

He hugged him very tightly, as if he was hugging a small world that only belonged to him.

Just like that, it was dark and fell asleep.

Sleep in until 03:30 am.

……

Lithuania at 03:30 in the morning, no one knows what it looks like.Zhao Qingling knew.

He woke up, woken up by back pain and leg cramps.

The previous meal was really too crazy, too crazy, too indulgent, and too desperate.

He will be 29 soon!

He's not a boy in his early twenties anymore. Due to his age limit, he really can't just exercise too much!The gong on TV seven times a day and night is a lie!It's just one fucking time, and it's going to kill me!

The well-known "Hua Xin Zha Gong" actually suffered from kidney deficiency after the incident, which is really embarrassing to say.

The person in his arms is still awake.

Zhao Qingling reached out to touch his forehead, but luckily he didn't have a fever.

He still remembers a time when he didn't clean up in time at home, which made him sick for a week.So this time, I didn't dare to slack off, and got up bravely with my waist that was about to break, and went to the bathroom to put hot water.

……

While cleaning carefully, Cheng Che seemed to wake up a little.

Very unconscious.

Just staring at Zhao Qingling in such a trance, half dreaming and half awake with dark eyes, it made Zhao Qingling's hair stand on end.

"Cheche..."

A certain scumbag is as cowardly as a little yellow chicken, so obedient for a second, he massages the palm of his man like a dog: "I'm sorry, I, I was wrong, it's all my fault, I'm crazy."

"Don't blame me, don't blame me, okay?"

"I didn't want to separate, I really didn't. Cheche, can you hear me?"

The person in the arms did not respond.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The rest Zhao Qingling was stunned for a while, then he was nervous up and down, spontaneously arrhythmia.

yes.After ravaging|ravaging people, ravaging|ravaging happily and satisfyingly, the stage neuropathy finally healed without treatment.After the whole person returned to the factory settings that were particularly normal and loyal, I began to know that I would regret, fear, and fidget.

This feeling, um, how should I put it?

It's like a difficult time, when there is only one steamed bun among the N members of the family, and everyone is reluctant to eat it, only the silly young son can't help but eat up the steamed bun secretly.

Basically, it can be said how refreshing and hilarious it is when eating, and you will know how bad luck you are going to have after eating.

Just, what should I do?

How to do! ! !

Zhao Qingling wandered around, thinking he needed a cigarette.

Wife abuse is fun for a while, and the crematorium will follow.Especially since this was his first trial on the verge of death, he didn't know where Cheng Che's bottom line was.

Moreover, what nonsense did he talk about before and after dragging people to bed?

Many clips have been blurred because of too much excitement.

But he vaguely remembered that in the middle Cheng Che suddenly looked at him coldly and asked him if he wanted to break up.The question was very serious, and his eyes looked very gloomy, sharp, and scary to him.

He was so scared that he didn't dare to nod and say "yes" in death mode.

Too bad, the more Zhao Qingling thought about it, the more disturbed he became.

Can't play off?

Anxious enough to light a cigarette.I also remembered that Cheng Che didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he didn't dare to light it.

In the end, Guijiu crawled back to the bed and lay down next to Cheng Che, gently stroking the soft, pure black short hair with his fingers.

Touching and touching, suddenly the eye sockets turned red.

Very unreasonable, very brain-dead, very self-contained.

"Cheche, you will forgive me, won't you?"

The room was empty and there was no answer.

"You can be angry, you can get angry with me, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't say you don't want me."

"Otherwise, I will really be laughed to death by my junior... Ha, ha ha."

He laughed a few times, got up, kissed Cheng Che's cheek, and hugged him tightly again.

"Cheng Che, in this world, I only trust you."

"I only trust you, and you really like me."

"No one else can want me."

"Don't want me."