MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 17

Chapter 17

He Zhishu’s painful effort to walk was gone, and Ai Ziyu took him to the office for a while. All the way, there is no more words in Ai Ziyu's indescribable feelings. He almost faintly noticed that he was finished.

The pale face of He Zhishu and the bed sheets of the hospital single bed were almost integrated. His eyes were a little disappointing, and people seemed to be in vain. Ai Ziyu poured him a cup of hot water: "Drink some water?"

He knows that the book has not been picked up. After a while, he whispered and said: "I am a little cold..."

Ai Ziyu stunned. He didn't often rest here. There was no single blanket to cover the He Zhishu. He could only bring him the thick camel down jacket of He Zhishu.

He knows that this dress is tight, and the soft fox fur in the hat is docilely attached to his thin cheeks, which shows a very fragile and morbid beauty.

"Your physical condition is not very good, consider considering hospitalization." Ai Ziyu sat next to He Zhishu, and thought for a moment before opening again: "...you can't help this disease... It is best to tell lovers and relatives, You are too wronged to support yourself."

He knows slowly, his eyebrows are soft and gentle, and his emotions are always restrained. He shook his head gently: "If you are not hospitalized, you can support when it will be."

To love someone to the extreme is not to die for him, but to live for him. He knows that he does not want to live well, so he can only go with the flow. If he is lucky enough to die early, then his love will be terminated early on that day.

The doctor also suddenly realized that the life of He Zhishu was not simple and simple as he imagined, but he could not find a clue, and even more difficult to ask.

He knows that he has added too much trouble to people today, and he is better off. He and Ai Ziyu thanked him for his courtesy and gentleness.

"I will call you at the time of the next treatment." Ai Ziyu can't stay with him, only to find this kind of unclear topic.

He knows that the book is stiff, but he still reacts and should know the sentence.

Ai Ziyu suddenly had some sorrows, his face was very subtle, and He Zhishu looked at him curiously. After a while, Ai Ziyu said: "...you can't stand it, your **** life stops..."

There is not much embarrassment in the accident of He Zhishu, and there is a bit of warmth in my heart.

Ai Ziyu looked at the back of He Zhishu, and his heart was always unknowingly tightened.

After he got home, He Zhishu lay down for an afternoon and had nothing to enter. He spit five times, and finally spit out the bitter dark green bile.

The four little things are soaked in milk and screaming around the He Zhishu, a small nest on the side of the neck, the soft feeling of fluffy touches the softest part of the heart.

It’s not too late for Jiang Wenxu to come back at night. He thought that he would not come back. Jiang Wenxu seems to have had a snack on He Zhishu more than a while ago, and he is not ignoring it.

Jiang Wenxu seems to have regained some interest in He Zhishu. He has paid some wine tonight, and he does not disappoint He Zhishu to hold the cat. A baby is called a kiss, and some are numb.

Jiang Wenxu is a good age like a wolf. At the beginning, when He Zhishu was in good health, Jiang Wenxu was struggling, and now he is more stubborn. Jiang Wenxu only took him yesterday, and seems to be coming tonight.

He Zhishu’s connivance of Jiang Wenxu has become a habit, and Ai Ziyu’s words are thrown aside. He tried to soften himself in Jiang Wenxu's arms, and endured the weakness and discomfort of the body. Jiang Wenxu used his fierce and brutal force to permeate him once and for all.

He knows that his lip bite his lip and resists the repression of his throat. He didn't ask for no confession. Instead, he slammed Jiang Wenxu's neck and said: "Jiang Ge... give me... fast... faster..."

The man was encouraged and his movements were even more unscrupulous. He slammed into the thin body under his body, but he did not give a kiss to He Zhishu from beginning to end. In the end, Jiang Wenxu shot in the body of He Zhishu, and muttered his name in the ear of He Zhishu: "...small Shen..."

The heart of He Zhishu was weathered and broken in a flash.

I am not that person.