MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 103 continue

Xia Zhinian's breathing was completely out of his control, it was intermittent, his chest heaved violently, and his body trembled slightly.

He had been in a coma for five years, and just woke up, being tortured like this, he couldn't bear it, and wanted to close his eyes in a groggy state.

"Xia Zhinian!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the ears.

Yan Ci stared at him, his eyes sank when he saw this, he bit his chin hard, his voice was cold.

"Don't sleep!"

"Well…"

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes sleepily, feeling dizzy, and grabbed the boy's wrist in a daze, "Yan Ci..."

The young man's voice was soft, his amber eyes were half-opened, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Yan Ci lowered his voice again, his smile was so gentle that it was almost scary, and he was gentle.

"Good boy, don't sleep, don't close your eyes."

With a cold voice in his voice, he laughed wildly, "Why, want to pass out again? Want to sleep for another five years?"

"Well, Yan, Yan Ci...I don't sleep, I don't sleep."

The boy looked soft, but his eyes were almost crazy, and Xia Zhinian's heart was throbbing, as if he was being strangled.

This is his boyfriend.

The boyfriend he likes so much and relies on so much.

was forced into this.

Xia Zhinian's nose was a little sore, he opened his eyes, raised his head to kiss him, and rubbed his lips wrapped in hot breath.

Yan Ci An enjoyed the youth's initiative, his black eyes drooped slightly, and he watched silently.

But Xia Zhinian had just woken up from a coma, his physical condition was really average, his whole body was aching, his brain was constantly invaded by sleepiness, his consciousness was blurred from time to time, and he barely opened his eyes wide.

Yan Ci pulled the corner of his mouth, picked him up, and brought him into the bathroom.

Warm hot water poured down and landed on the two people whose bodies were burning with high temperature. The young man suddenly became jittery and became more awake. His lips parted slightly and he took a few breaths.

"Hey, wake up."

The corners of Yan Ci's lips were slightly curved, and he kissed the corners of his lips affectionately, and said forcefully, "Don't sleep, look at me."

Xia Zhinian snorted, "Wake up, don't sleep."

His head was clearer, and when he looked up, the boy nearby was much taller and straighter than before, his muscle lines were more obvious than in high school, his shoulders were broad, and his eyebrows and eyes were clear.

Breaking away from the slenderness of high school, even if he smiles, he still has a cramped and oppressive look.

...is a very obvious adult male appearance.

Xia Zhinian was put under the shower by Yan Ci, his whole body was weak and he couldn't stand up. With one hand wrapped around his waist by a thin arm, he skillfully touched the shower gel.

Xia Zhinian was a little dazed.

five years.

He felt like he just fell asleep, the car accident happened just yesterday, not long ago they just confirmed their relationship, kissing like crazy in the rain.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Yan Ci was stared at, and he saw the meaning in the young man's eyes at a glance, and his lips curled up coolly.

"Good boy."

His chin was raised unexpectedly, Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, the boy nearby lowered his eyes, looked over with black eyes, and smiled lightly.

"You think five years go by in the blink of an eye, but I don't think so."

He smiled and kissed her tenderly,

Xia Zhinian's fingertips trembled, his lips were pursed tightly, and his heart was astringent, "Yan Ci, brother, I'm sorry..."

"Ah."

Yan Ci slowly rubbed the young man's lips with his fingertips, teasing, with a gentle smile, "Hey, don't apologize."

He pressed his fingertips hard into his lips, touched the hard teeth and the soft hot tongue, smiled pleasantly, and spoke softly.

"I've said it before. I won't believe a single word that comes out of this mouth."

"Well…"

The boy's breathing was short of breath.

Yan Ci smiled, lightly and elegantly, rubbing the young man's lips with his fingertips to make them red and moist, leaning over, kissing his ear softly, and calling him in a slow voice.

"My boy, I have been tortured by you for five years."

"Don't worry." He smiled, "In the past five years, I will get it back from you bit by bit."

Xia Zhinian had a sore nose, lowered his eyes, and hugged his waist.

In five years, Xia Zhinian's hair had grown to his shoulders and hung loosely. He was a little uncomfortable and always felt that it was in the way.

Yan Ci deftly lathered his hair full of shampoo and washed it off quickly.

Xia Zhinian's legs were weak and he could hardly stand up.

Yan Ci hadn't washed himself yet, so he wanted to go out and wait, but just as he opened his mouth, his wrist was tightly grasped.

Yan Ci looked at him, brought a bench and put it on the wall, clasped the boy's waist with both hands, put it on it, turned around and stood under the water again.

Xia Zhinian was wrapped in a bath towel, leaning his back against the wall. When he raised his eyes, he looked like a boy who had nothing to hide. His ears were slightly hot, and he was somewhat embarrassed, so he turned his eyes away.

But with a glance from the corner of the eye, he was stunned when he saw something.

The boy was dressed in cold white, with a few shallow scratches on his back, which he just couldn't bear, but his waist, shoulders, and even legs and arms.

There are also deep and shallow traces, which are obviously scratched. The shallow one has only a red mark, and the deep one directly shows blood scabs.

all over the body.

Xia Zhinian's mind went blank for a moment.

...Looking at the direction, Yan Ci caught it by himself?

His skin hunger is still attacking.

The boy's fingertips curled up for a moment, and his eyelashes trembled.

No matter what, Yan Ci must be appeased first.

Yan Ci washed quickly, approached, and walked out with the person in his arms. Xia Zhinian sat on his forearm, raised his eyes, paused for a second, and did some mental construction for two seconds.

She put her arms around his shoulders and leaned closer.

Yan Ci glanced at him and said nothing.

Xia Zhinian bit her lip, leaned over, and rubbed against his shoulder and neck.

The boy just took a shower, his collar was loose, and he wiped it against his skin.

"elder brother."

Xia Zhinian tried his best to slow down his voice, not wanting to irritate him any more, and asked softly, "Is your illness... serious again?"

Wounds all over.

Yan Ci glanced over and smiled slightly, "Why, I couldn't remember me when the car accident happened, but now I do."

He had accumulated five years of hope and five years of disappointment. After a long time, he became angry and wrapped himself up heavily.

Xia Zhinian shivered, and rubbed against his skin again.

He thought about it.

Yan Ci's problem is skin hunger and thirst. This disease is actually easy to solve, as long as there is skin contact with people.

The problem is that Yan Ci is obsessed with cleanliness.

But cleanliness, to put it bluntly, is a psychological problem.

Black sesame glutinous rice **** can accept his touch out of a certain psychology today, and they can close that psychological gate at will tomorrow.

Or change to another person to accept and tolerate, or completely cure the cleanliness, just touch anyone.

With Yan Ci's appearance and personality, there will only be more people who come to catch up.

But he didn't expect that Yan Ci...

"elder brother."

Xia Zhinian hugged his shoulders and neck, feeling his body being put on the bed and didn't let go, his voice was slightly astringent and soft.

"...Didn't you find a new special medicine?"

The corners of Yan Ci's lips paused suddenly, they calmed down coldly, and then curled up again immediately.

With a tight waist, Xia Zhinian was suddenly dug out, and his chin was lifted.

The boy nearby was standing by the bed, feeling cool, looking at him with slightly curved lips, his tone was cold.

"What, want to leave again?"

The upper hand of the chin was pinched hard, and it hurt a little, Xia Zhinian's head was a little dazed.

He wasn't sure what to do now either.

"I'm just, a little worried about you."

He looked at the long **** scar on the boy's arm, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Then you feel uncomfortable, why...don't you touch me?"

He has been lying there for five years, and he can touch it whenever he wants.

"Touch an unresponsive, vegetable-like body?"

Yan Ci lowered his brows slightly, and stared at him with heavy black eyes, with deep and complicated emotions inside, which made the heart tremble.

"Good boy."

"You are so cruel."

Xia Zhinian trembled, and his heart softened, "I was wrong, I was wrong, brother, don't be sad, I have a reaction now, you, how about touching it a little more?"

Yan Ci looked at him, and smiled casually, "Why bother me."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Ah, what a heavy resentment.

He was guilty and distressed, and leaned closer, "I don't care, of course I don't care, brother."

He held the boy's arm, Yan Ci didn't say anything, he didn't know whether to accept or reject, he just bowed his head and kissed his lips.

"Oh Yan..."

Xia Zhinian was a little uncertain, he couldn't fully figure out what the black sesame glutinous rice **** were thinking before, and after five years, he couldn't figure it out even more.

It was dark outside.

It was noon when the boy woke up, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

The light was dim, Xia Zhinian had no strength in his body, the hand on his shoulder pressed down, and the strength suddenly increased.

He slumped down without any resistance.

Yan Ci talked a lot at noon, and went mad with gentleness, but now he stopped talking and kept biting him, forcing the young man to pant.

In the past five years, he had kissed the boy many times, but he didn't respond at all.

Even the body temperature is faint.

Quiet, he flustered.

Now I finally woke up and finally opened my eyes.

Yan Ci smiled, rubbed his lips, and called him in a low voice.

"Good boy."

"…Ok."

Xia Zhinian's tone was intermittent, he couldn't breathe, and his eyelashes were a little wet.

Yan Ci kissed the end of his eyes, his voice was very soft, coaxing, "You touch me."

As the warm breath fell, Xia Zhinian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he obediently touched his waist.

"Speak, don't be silent."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian put his hand next to him, his face was very close, he felt a little ashamed, so he held back, "Brother..."

"Go ahead and shout."

Yan Ci hugged the young man and turned over, lying on his back, and put the young man on his body.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian pressed his chin against his chest, and called again, "Black sesame glutinous rice balls?"

"continue."

Xia Zhinian: "...Big brother, big brother, big brother."

"continue."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian had a sore throat, and kissed him on the neck, thinking that Yan Ci had called him for five years and hadn't responded, so he pursed his lips, and found a topic to continue speaking.

"Brother, over there in the Xia family." He paused for a moment, lowering his eyes, "This is the body of the youngest son of the Xia family after all, you..."

The Xia family didn't come to ask for it?

"Jingle bell, jingle bell—"

The cell phone rang suddenly.

After Xia Zhinian paused, Yan Ci twitched the corners of his mouth, turned off the phone directly, raised his eyes to stare at the young man, and showed a cold and soft smile.

"Continue to talk, how is the youngest son of the Xia family, and he wants to return it?"

The side of the waist tightened, and the two knuckle hands clasped tightly together, and the chill spread.

Just calmed down, and went crazy again.

But this matter cannot be ignored.

"elder brother."

Xia Zhinian rubbed against his neck, his voice softened, "I don't want, I don't want to leave you alone."

"but…"

He doesn't want to steal other people's things.

This was the shackles that bound him inextricably.

The boy's tone was soft, and he rubbed into the boy's arms.

"If I didn't steal other people's things, then Xia Zhinian belongs to you, completely belongs to you, you can do whatever you want—"

"I can do whatever I want, really?"

Yan Ci interrupted his words abruptly, pursed his lips, and looked over inexplicably, his eyes were dark and savagely aggressive.