MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

The wetness and coldness of the southern winter is the most affliction, and wearing more clothes is not enough to chill into the bones.

When He Zhishu came down from the car, he shuddered. Ai Ziyu touched his hand and his fingertips were cold.

"When I enter the house, I will open the dehumidifier, and then give you a hot water bottle." Ai Ziyu's action is very natural, holding the right hand of He Zhishu into the pocket of his clothes.

He Zhishu is close to Ai Ziyu, and his nephew is a little hoarse: "Is it cool again in the past few days? I just heard the car broadcast and said that it will continue to rain for a few days."

Ai Ziyu opened the door with the other hand key, and the temperature was: "This winter has always been like this, you are more afraid of cold."

He knows that his lips are not talking, and he changed his shoes and went straight to the bedroom to turn on the lights.

When Ai Ziyu was busy outside and went back to the bedroom, He Zhishu had a shower. The body was loosely tied with a coral velvet collar bathrobe, and the pillow was held with a ride. Yawning.

"Don't go to bed early? I have toss you up today." Ai Ziyu leaned over and touched the forehead of He Zhishu with his back. The temperature was normal: "I didn't eat anything in a day, would you like something to eat?"

He Zhishu shook his head: "No need."

Ai Ziyu sat on the side of the bed. After he rubbed his palms, he went to warm the hands of the book, and his hands were warm and dry.

"Is it uncomfortable to eat? Is the stomach uncomfortable?" Ai Ziyu warmed up the hand of He Zhishu and then covered his stomach.

He knows a lot of comfort, but he does not fall asleep immediately. He seems to remember something hanging in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Ai Ziyu saw something wrong. There was always some worry in her heart: "I must tell me if I feel uncomfortable."

The scorpion of He Zhishu’s tremble trembled, and his eyes were a little bit evasive: “You... don’t you go to bed early?”

Ai Ziyu felt that something was wrong, but she did not ask for more reasons. She reached out and turned off the lamp and lay sideways next to He Zhishu: "You sleep, I am with you."

In the darkness, it was completely quiet, only the sound of shallow breathing, two people who were completely sleepless, and there was no topic to open.

Ai Ziyu did not go to the Hezhishu book. He was screaming at the ice candy hills that he had made to He Zhishu, fearing that he would wake up in the middle of the night and surprise the people in his arms. He was lying back to He Zhishu, and he was still in a normal bed with a few days ago. Today, it is rare that there is some tension and awkwardness.

At first, Ai Ziyu thought that the atmosphere was embarrassing, or that it was a long time. But until someone was surrounded by the back, the strings in the doctor's mind were broken.

A man's instinct, the nerve can be further distinguished by what is pure contact, what is an invitation full of suggestive meaning. What's more, Ai Ziyu is already sensitive enough.

The hug of He Zhishu is very light, it seems to be a bit tangled, and it brings a bit of painful care. He was not a person who couldn’t open it, but fortunately he was in the dark, or he might not have the courage to reach out.

Ai Ziyu is not an inseparable person. When he played outside in the past few years, he did not see any means of inviting pets. However, the reaction to the stiff but now is slow. He didn't expect it, he didn't even imagine it, but how can he be willing?

"Is the hand still cold?" Ai Ziyu grasped the hand of He Zhishu on his waist: "Then I will give you warmth."

He Zhishu violently withdrew his hand, and the sound that was completely in the darkness was a bit cold for the iceman: "You don't want to?"

Ai Ziyu stunned.

No one has reached out to brighten the desk lamp. He knows that he sat up and leaned his knees against the bed: "Don't you say that you like me?"

Ai Ziyu felt that she was insulted for a moment: "So?"

"I don't have anything else. It won't take long for you to even see me." He Zhishu said that the last tremor was crying: "What do you say?"

Ai Ziyu did not say a word, his emotions were on the verge of losing control, and he was completely suppressed after he spit out a tone. Deep into the cold of the bone marrow. He was hurt by people.

"I really don't look good now...but it's better than the next day." He Zhishu's voice seems normal, calm and cruel: "...you don't want to owe too much to you."

Ai Ziyu’s depressed fingers are shaking, because the whole person is dizzy because of lack of oxygen. But he still barely stood up and put a quilt on the He Zhishu. The temperature was: "Don't think too much, you should sleep first, I have to go outside and look at the pot."

Ai Ziyu broke the bedroom door without any warning, and smashed the entire living room, even if it knew that the sound insulation of a door did not make much difference.

He knows that he has looked at the small halo of the stars and moons in the gap of the curtain carefully, and he has failed one person. Even if it is unintentional, even if it is for the sake of life and death, the person is less reluctant.

Anger and resentment are always better than one.

This is true for others.

He knows that he never wants to live up to people, family, parents, friends, and lovers. At the end of the day, the only one who did not live up to is the man who hurt his deepest.

In his life, the only thing he has never lived up with is Jiang Wenxu.

He has never been so convinced of himself.