MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 16
Chapter 16
He Zhishu made a simple nest for the kittens in the unoccupied rooms. When he was sleeping, He Zhishu was watched by Jiang Wenxu and played a lot of shower gels before being released.
Jiang Wenxu threw the He Zhishu on a soft bed, and the big dog sniffed on He Zhishu.
"What's the smell?" He Zhishu's neck is very sensitive, itching by the hot breath.
Jiang Wenxu bite a hollow clavicle of He Zhishu: "Smell you a cat smell."
He Zhishu holds Jiang Wenxu’s face and smiles at his brow: "Then you will hug the cat later."
"Are you tidy up?" Jiang Wenxu kissed the face of He Zhishu and smashed into the soft belly.
He Zhishu's shallow and low-pitched sounds, unconsciously have a few rare catering. The sound of He Zhishu is very good, and the tail sound is softer than the soft words of Wu Yu. When you are shy and shy, you are very hooked.
"Don't leave me a seal..." I went to the hospital tomorrow and took off my coat.
Jiang Wenxu’s movements slowly entered the He Zhishu, and He Zhishu’s low-spirited breath, the eyes were moist and flooded with water: “...hey...slow...slow...”
"It's slow enough." Jiang Wenxu gently stroked the hair of He Zhishu, and the movement under his body was unaffected: "Is it cut?"
He Zhishu bit his lip, and he was said to be incomplete by a fierce action: "Cut... um... cut..."
He knows that Jiang Wenxu's neck is close to face, and he likes to kiss Jiang Wenxu's chin and throat, and asks for mercy.
Jiang Wenxu rarely saw the initiative of He Zhishu, and his heart trembled. The gesture when He Zhishu responded was really very confusing.
He couldn't help it. In the end, he almost used the power of the hair to conquer the He Zhishu. He Zhishu was folded in his legs and kneebed on the bed. He was bullied and asked for mercy. He said, "Jiang... Jiang Ge... slow down... is you…"
In the end, Jiang Wenxu was very happy, and he had not been refreshed for a long time. He knows that the tired cockroaches fell asleep on Jiang Wenxu's chest. When Jiang Wenxu stretched his arm, he held the whole person in He Zhishu in his arms. He stroking the back of He Zhishu little by little. After a long time, he whispered to himself: "...how suddenly it was so thin. ?"
The next day, when He Zhishu started, Jiang Wenxu had already left, and he was cold. He knows to sit silently for a while, slowing down the sore waist and going down to the ground. He still has chemotherapy today.
When I got out of the bedroom, it was very surprising that the man had helped him feed the cat. There were still paper and rice left on the table. You can eat it with a microwave.
He Zhishu shook his head and smiled and threw a note. He took the four furry little things and took a lap. After taking the medicine, he changed his clothes and went to the hospital.
He knows that he has a long heart and carefully took a look at the mirror when he went out. Fortunately, Jiang Wenxu listened to the advice and did not leave a mark in a conspicuous place, although the place covered by clothes was a mess.
When I was on the road, my mood was still very calm, but the closer I was to the hospital, the more slowly I was. Ai Ziyu had clearly told him that he had to be hospitalized during chemotherapy, but He Zhishu refused without hesitation. He didn't even want to listen to the terrible sequelae and the reaction when he was treated, because when a person is afraid of what he is, he really can't.
But He Zhishu did not think about it, this process will be so painful. This chemotherapy makes He Zhishu feel that it is just like death. It is really uncomfortable, headache is disgusting, and the pain in the whole body is like blasting. The blood vessels are covered with countless worms and smashing. The pain is just **** on earth. . He Zhishu is afraid of pain, but his pain can only endure himself and endure the next wave of more turbulent suffering. The pale cheeks of He Zhishu were wet by cold sweat, and the lips were bitten into blood.
Ai Ziyu confessed to other doctors to take a class for him to accompany him, and it was a pain to look at his heart. He is distressed.
"Mr. Ai..." Ai Ziyu’s half-hearted consciousness in his arms is a bit stunned. I don’t know if it’s cold sweat or tears soaked. If a little **** color is a very beautiful face, the lips of He Zhishu are all Blue and white: "You...you didn't tell me that it would hurt like this..."
Ai Ziyu patted him gently: "It's okay...nothing... I'll be fine, I am."
He knows that he is laughing, and the small dimples on his left cheek show that he is so cute. But the grief in the eyes of He Zhishu is so heavy and so broken: "I really hurt... I have been hurt for a long time... I can’t stop what to do..."
