The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 17

    He Zhishu is so painful that he doesn't even have the strength to walk. Ai Ziyu helped him go to the office to lie down for a while. With no words all the way, Ai Ziyu's unspeakable feelings grew stronger and stronger, and he had almost faintly noticed himself.

    He Zhishu's pale face almost blended with the bed sheets of the hospital bed, his eyes were a little lost, and people looked blank. Ai Ziyu poured him a cup of hot water: "Drink some water?"

    He Zhishu didn't take it. After a while, he murmured something like: "I'm a little cold..."

    Ai Ziyu was stunned. He doesn't often rest here. There is no blanket to cover He Zhishu, so he can only carry He Zhishu's heavy camel down jacket to him.

    He Zhishu hugged the dress tightly, and the soft fox hair around the mouth of the cap was docilely attached to his thin cheeks, showing an astonishingly fragile and sickly aesthetic.

    "Your physical condition is not very good, consider considering being hospitalized." Ai Ziyu sat next to He Zhishu, and after thinking for a while, she said again: "...you can't hide your illness...it's better to tell your lover and relatives. You are too wronged to hold on yourself."

    He Zhishu slowly came over, his eyebrows were soft and gentle, and his emotions were always restrained. He gently shook his head: "I won't be hospitalized anymore. When will I last?"

    Loving someone to the extreme is not to die for him, but to live for him. He Zhishu no longer wants to live well, so he can only let the flow go. If he is lucky enough to die early, then his love will end early on that day.

    The doctor also suddenly realized that He Zhishu's life was not as simple as he had imagined, but he couldn't find the clue, let alone ask anything.

    He Zhishu knows that he has caused too much trouble to others today, and he will leave if he gets better. He and Ai Ziyu thanked them, polite and gentle.

    "I will call you during the next treatment." Ai Ziyu couldn't keep him, so he could only find this kind of unskilled topic.

    He Zhishu froze, but he still reacted and agreed.

    Ai Ziyu suddenly hesitated with a subtle expression on her face. He Zhishu looked at him curiously. After a while, Ai Ziyu said, "...If your body can't stand it, stop having sex..."

    He Zhishu Unexpectedly, there was not much embarrassment, and there was a bit of warmth in my heart, and I responded obediently.

    Ai Ziyu looked at the back of He Zhishu's walking, and her heart was always tightened unconsciously.

    After He Zhishu returned home, he lay down for an afternoon, without entrance to anything. He vomited five times, and finally vomited out bitter dark green bile.

    The four little things cried milkily and coquettishly around He Zhishu, each of them nestled around their necks, and the fluffy soft feeling directly touched the softest part of the heart.

    Jiang Wenxu came back late in the evening, and came to He Zhishu thinking that he would not be back. Jiang Wenxu seems to have had a snack on He Zhishu a while ago, and he hasn't ignored him anymore.

    Jiang Wenxu seemed to have regained his interest in He Zhishu. He had a drink tonight for socializing, and he did not abandon He Zhishu's hug the cat. He cried and kissed each other, a little numb and tight.

    Jiang Wenxu is at a good age like a wolf and a tiger. At first, He Zhishu was struggling to deal with Jiang Wenxu when he was in good health, but now he is even more reluctant. Jiang Wenxu only hugged him yesterday, and it seems that there will be another one tonight.

    He Zhishu's connivance of Jiang Wenxu has become a habit, and what Ai Ziyu said has long been thrown aside. He tried hard to let himself be in Jiang Wenxu's arms, and endured the weakness and discomfort of his body, letting Jiang Wenxu use that brutal and ruthless force to penetrate him again and again.

    He Zhishu bit his lip to hold back the repressed pain in his throat. He did not beg for mercy or admit defeat. Instead, he hugged Jiang Wenxu's neck and moaned deliberately: "Brother Jiang...Give me...Hurry up..."

    the man Encouraged, he moved more unscrupulously, he slammed into the thin body under him, but never gave He Zhishu a kiss from beginning to end. Finally Jiang Wenxu shot into He Zhishu's body, and muttered his personal name vaguely in He Zhishu's ear: "...Xiao Shen..."

    He Zhishu's heart was weathered and shattered in an instant.

    I am not that person.

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