MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 82 (two)
Bai did so in a daze.
Leaning on the edge of the bed, the quilt was lifted up a little, Qi Yiliao sat over and scooped up the hem of the hospital gown behind the young man.
A white waist was exposed, and there was a little scar on the upper inch of the tailbone.
A few months ago, there was a hideous and tattered bite, and the bone could be vaguely seen in the deepest place.
Qi Yiliao put his hand up and stroked the young man's tailbone: "Does it hurt here today?"
The young man opened his mouth slightly and snored.
Qi Yiliao's face was light and dull, and he looked down at the white area under his finger: "It's okay, the scar is gone, forget the pain, say hello, it's still not good."
"Okay, you're all like this." Qi Yiluo stared for a moment, then slowly bent down, when the tip of his nose was about to touch the young man's tailbone, he stopped suddenly and straightened up.
"button"
The nurse knocked on the door outside the ward, and she wanted to come in and change the infusion bottle.
Qi Yiluo asked people to come in, he adjusted his tie slowly, put down the cuffs of his folded shirt, buttoned his cuff buttons and walked out.
In the elevator, Qi Yiliao looked at the phone with lowered eyebrows. Next to them is an elderly couple, they are talking about small things while biting their ears, and their every move is very vivid. The body is old, but the attitude towards life and life is wanton and free.
Qi Yiluo raised his head, glanced at them through the elevator door, took a breath, and the next moment, an incompatible hot current surged in his chest, burning his heart in an instant, rushing into his blood vessels, making him Limbs are numb.
The nurse changed the infusion bottle and left, the door of the ward was opened, and it was Qi Yiliao who had returned the same way.
His breath was not as steady as before, a little hair fell from his forehead, his tie was loose again, his eyebrows were lowered, and an unexplained swallowing sound rolled out of his throat, like a beast ready to attack at any time.
There was no prey in the ward, only a sickly patient.
The atmosphere is not intimidating either.
The floating dust in this space is very peaceful.
The ferocious beast walked over step by step with a seldom exposed aggressive aura, and then,
— set off the patient's hospital gown.
The young man's body was weak and he slept soundly. He didn't know that the person who lifted his hospital gown was a second act.
Last time, he paused and retreated again, but this time he pinched his waist and leaned forward, and the tip of his tall nose lightly touched his spine.
The tip of the nose moved down, touching his tailbone with old injuries and suffering many times, and rubbed it away half an inch.
There are warm breaths blowing up, one after another.
The tip of the nose is still against him.
It was like smelling his skin, the blood in his veins, and his vitality.
"Restraint," said a trembling voice.
then,
The kiss fell.
