MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 107 Thirsty or not

"Well…"

Xia Zhinian let out a muffled grunt, and was pressed on the sofa, her whole body was wrapped up, and a large shadow covered it.

The scorching breath passed over his neck, and he bit his sharp teeth, and he felt a stiff and tense feeling in a trance.

It was like being bitten by the neck by a ferocious beast, and it was either brought back to the den or eaten to nothing.

"...Yan Ci."

The young man was forced to raise his neck slightly, his eyes were moist, he unconsciously clenched the boy's clothes, and said softly, "Yan Ci, there is no next one, I am the only special medicine, don't run away, uh..."

Yan Ci was a little unhappy and bit the young man's neck.

"Hey, I can't believe what you said."

He snorted lowly.

How capable of deceiving everyone and driving out by yourself.

Yan Ci's illness was onset, and his overbearing possessive desire was already surging up. Hearing that the rice cake dumpling told him to find the next special medicine, the color of his eyes became thicker and heavier, as if he was going to drag him into the abyss.

Xia Zhinian stared at him, his body tensed up even more.

It was still dark outside, the young man was bitter, his whole body was hot, he looked at the unhappy black sesame glutinous rice balls, his lips were rosy, and slowly gave up resistance.

It was getting dark outside, and the room was getting groggy. Xia Zhinian was pushed on the sofa, his vision was blurred, and only the smooth jaw line of the boy could be vaguely seen.

When it got darker, he was picked up and went upstairs to the bedroom.

The young man snorted, his slender eyelashes were wet, and the end of his eyes was smudged red, and he hugged the boy's neck softly.

Yan Ci's voice was low and hoarse, deep into people's ears.

"Are you thirsty?"

crying for so long.

Xia Zhinian didn't have much strength, so he nodded slowly.

Yan resigned to pour a glass of water, hugged the person with one hand, and fed it casually.

Going up to the bedroom, Xia Zhinian thought he could finally sleep, raised his wet eyelashes slightly, looked in the direction of the bathroom, and raised his finger, "Take a shower and sleep..."

Before the words fell, his eyes suddenly moved.

He was being hugged, facing the direction of the bathroom, but the distance was getting farther and farther away.

The next moment, the whole person was pressed into the bed.

"?!"

The boy opened his eyes wide in horror, his voice trembling, "...Yan Ci!"

No, come again? !

The waist is about to break!

"obedient."

Yan Ci laughed deeply, "It's still early, don't worry."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Good morning, sister!

My giao, help!

The young man's lips were blocked, and the words were swallowed into his stomach, leaving only a few indistinct muffled groans.

The next day, Friday, Xia Zhinian slept almost all day, and Yan Ci handled the company's affairs online the whole time.

In the past five years, Yan Ci's illness has been severe, and the condition has become milder but not completely relieved.

This level is actually not worth mentioning in the past five years, and Renren has passed.

He originally wanted to sit on the sofa and use his laptop to deal with things, so as not to disturb the rice cake dumpling to sleep.

But Xia Zhinian was in a daze, clutching at the corner of his clothes.

Yan Ci looked at the drowsy, sleepy rice cake **** shrunk into a small ball, a little healthy pink on the white and tender cheeks, rosy lips, and a few obvious teeth marks on the shoulders and neck.

Unconsciously approached.

Yan Ci raised the corners of his lips and patted his head.

The young man's soft hair didn't get between his fingers, it was a little long, it was as cool as water, and it felt good to the touch.

Yan Ci raised his hand and rubbed him a little bit, in exchange for the young man's unconscious moan.

He smiled, and instead of going to the sofa, he moved the rice cake dumplings closer together, tried to minimize the sound of typing on the keyboard, and dealt with the matter quickly and efficiently.

When he woke up again, Xia Zhinian was woken up.

The lips were a little itchy, and the slightly cool fingertips rubbed lightly, brushed the cracks of the lips, and pressed the soft lips carelessly.

Itchy.

The boy half-opened his eyes, hid for a while but didn't dodge, just woke up, scratched at random, and bit on it.

Yan Ci's fingers were bitten, he smiled, let him bite, and called him slowly.

"Hey baby, get up and eat."

If I don't eat anymore, I will have a stomachache again after a while.

"Well, not hungry."

Xia Zhinian didn't want to move.

His back hurts.

The whole body seemed to be disassembled and reassembled, and crushed one by one.

"Eat even if you're not hungry." Yan Ci patted his head and rubbed his hair, loving the furry touch.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian was caught off guard and thought of last night, the sense of coercion that her hair was **** and she couldn't break free, her mouth was flattened, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm going to cut my hair."

"Cut your hair?" Yan Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up, "It's actually not bad to keep it.

It feels good to the touch.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian glanced at him, and said fiercely, "Cut!"

The young man was furious, and lost his temper when he got rough, his lips were puckered, Yan Ci smiled lightly, and said warmly: "Okay, cut it, let's eat first."

Xia Zhinian really didn't want to move, his whole body was sore, he tried his best to say a few words, pursed his mouth, and turned his back to the past.

"I'm sleepy."

"Good boy." Yan Ci pinched his ears.

Xia Zhinian's earlobes were always sensitive, so he trembled, his almond eyes widened, "Don't—"

Before he could finish speaking, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was restrained to sit up. The next second, he was easily picked up and carried out of bed.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The young man had a reluctance on his face, and he was lying on his side softly. He just woke up, and his body temperature was higher than usual.

Yan Ci smiled warmly, "Good boy, you don't need to move."

He took him to wash up, and then carried him downstairs. There was a cup of seafood porridge and several dishes on the table.

The rice cake dumpling was soft, Yan Ci put it on his lap, raised a spoonful of it, and handed it to the young man's mouth.

Xia Zhinian was so tired that he didn't feel overwhelmed at all, his eyes could close at any time, he ate every bite, and he yawned occasionally.

Like a soft and sleepy cat, wagging its tail lazily.

Yan Ci was very happy to feed.

After five years in a coma, he took into account that rice cake dumplings do not like injections, so he did not infuse glucose, but only fed some liquid food a little bit every day.

Three times a day, no trouble at all.

It's just that the boy was lying quietly, motionless. At that time, he really wanted the boy to open his eyes and look at him.

Xia Zhinian had just swallowed a mouthful of porridge when his chin was suddenly pinched, and he turned sideways, his lips were crushed, covering them with a familiar temperature, and gently pasting them.

A very light kiss, a little tender.

The young man was stunned and blinked, "What are you doing?"

He looked over, his round almond eyes were clear and sparkling.

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, his eyes were clear, and his voice was gentle, "Nothing, I just want to kiss you."

"..."

Xia Zhinian gave him a strange look, turned around, grabbed his shoulder with his hands, and kissed his lips with a "baa".

Yan Ci smiled, amiable and bright, obviously very happy.

Xia Zhinian tilted his head, not sure what he was happy about, but he didn't mind, and made the black sesame glutinous rice **** that had kept him for five years happier.

Come closer and kiss again.

There was a smile in Yan Ci's eyes.

He continued to kiss, the boy's lips curved happily, and he raised his hand to hold the boy's slender neck.

"Good boy."

Yan Ci gently brushed the white and greasy skin with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "It's all right, eat well, if you don't eat well, you won't be able to eat."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

whispering sound.

Xia Zhinian turned her head angrily.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** seemed to be coaxed, not like when he just woke up, smiling from time to time, biting him and saying that he was going to kill him, and then lying down together with his eyes closed.

Xia Zhinian breathed a sigh of relief, on Saturday, while Yan Ci was on the phone in the study, he looked through the snack cabinet, looking for something spicy.

Recently, he eats nutritious meals every day, and birds are about to fade out of his mouth.

He hadn't eaten any snacks since he woke up, so he took a look in front of the snack cabinet and opened the cabinet door, which was full of new snacks.

But next to the cabinet door, there is an extra piece of transparent glass on the side.

Snacks are behind the glass, visible but intangible.

Xia Zhinian: "???"

What's the matter.

Xia Zhinian rubbed his nose, looked at the key lock on the side of the glass, thought for a while, probably when he was in a car accident, he was carrying snacks in the car, which **** off the black sesame glutinous rice balls.

... Tsk.

The boy smacked his lips, closed the cabinet, turned and went downstairs, into the kitchen.

He seldom entered the kitchen. He looked around, looked here and there, and found nothing to eat, but was surprised to find a... cake piping bag?

It looks like it has been used, the metal mouth is like a sawtooth, uneven, used to extrude patterns one by one.

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

There is no cooking aunt in the villa, only the cleaning staff comes to clean the house from time to time, so this piping bag is... Yan Ci's?

Yan Ci still makes cakes?

Xia Zhinian was stunned.

He was stunned, unable to figure out how black sesame glutinous rice **** would look like as a cake, when there was a sudden cold movement outside, with hostility.

"Xia Zhinian!"

"?!"

Broken broken.

In a panic, Xia Zhinian hurriedly left the kitchen and raised her voice, "I'm here!"

After Yan Ci made the phone call, as soon as he came out, he saw that the bedroom was empty, and there was no one to be seen anywhere.

He knew that the rice cake dumpling should not run away, but his fingertips felt cold, and his eyes were deep and dark.

The cold and itchy feeling crawled all the way all over his body, and the plundering insects of evil thoughts penetrated into the flesh and crawled into the heart. He couldn't help thinking—

What if.

What if Xia Zhinian's obedience and softness during this time were all pretending.

What if, just like before the car accident, with a bright and bright face, as if nothing had happened, and then turned around and closed his eyes again and fell into a pool of blood.

Yan Ci tightened his fingertips and pinched them into his palms, the hostility in his eyes spread,

"I'm in the kitchen!"

Xia Zhinian ran out in a hurry, and the boy heard the sound and grabbed his wrist tightly, his eyes were cold and stern.

"What are you doing here?"

Xia Zhinian was startled by Yan Ci's chill all over his waist, and suddenly realized that perhaps in five years, there was no way to smooth it out so quickly.

His heart beat twice, and he softened his voice, "Don't worry, I didn't do anything, I just came down to find something to eat."

The young man let Yan Ci strangle him, raised his hand, still holding the flower mounter in his palm, trying to comfort him, his almond eyes were round, and his tone was soft.

"Yanci, you still make cakes, are they delicious? I want to eat them."

He gestured, but the metal serrated mouth of the flower mounter brushed against his fingers, leaving a hole in it unexpectedly, and the blood color spread instantly.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? !

what's the situation? !

The coldness in Yan Ci's eyes deepened again, and he sneered, his tone very light.

"It's very sharp."

Xia Zhinian: "!"

"Yan Ci."

The boy nearby looked at him faintly with a half-smile, Xia Zhinian's heart skipped a beat, his heart hit his chest heavily, and he threw away the flower mounter with a "swish", his almond eyes were round.

"I, I, I, I didn't do it on purpose, Yan Ci, you calm down, I just want to find something to eat."

Yan Ci didn't speak, but lowered his eyes, stared at him, and pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, "Didn't you say before that you have to ask me for everything."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

It's a bit outrageous to ask everything, and he didn't ask about it two days ago.

But now that Yan Ci is sick, the situation is not right.

The young man met the boy's obscure gaze, panicked in his heart, and rubbed against his arms, "Brother, don't worry, don't be angry, I was wrong, I will tell you next time."

Yan Ci pursed his lips, staring at him inexplicably, with a deep voice.

"You lied to me too many times." He said slowly.

Maybe it wasn't a lie, but he just refrained from speaking, with a peaceful face.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the boy, his voice lowered a little bit, a little dull, "Is it true that I stared at you too closely?"

So always want to run.

Xia Zhinian's heart softened, his almond eyes widened, "No, I won't lie to you, Yan Ci."

Yan Ci let go of his hand, and did not wrap his arms around his waist anymore. His brows and eyes were lowered, and he looked a little dim, unable to see clearly, and said slowly: "Look for it, I'll go out and wait for you."

Xia Zhinian: "!"

Good guy, after so many days of coaxing, I just got a little better, but I didn't expect it to collapse all of a sudden.

How pitiful are the black sesame glutinous rice balls?