[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 61

Yingjiao’s dizziness is not natural.

At the age of twelve, he witnessed his mother’s suicide with his own eyes.

The young boy who had just won a ball game opened the bathroom door in sweat, and when he looked up, his eyes were covered with large swaths of blood.

In the exquisitely decorated and warm bathroom, his mother was lying in the bathtub with her eyes closed and her face pale, with a long and deep cut on her dangling wrist.

The woman who had been careful to him before he went out, after only half a day, ignored him no matter how he shouted or cried.

After being troubled by depression for several years, the grand arrival of Ying Shengjun’s mother Ye Lili became the last straw that overwhelmed her.

After she made a will and allocated her property to ensure that her son would have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life, she chose to leave without looking back.

The bathroom at home was once the favorite place of Yingjiao’s childhood.

At that time, he took his little golden retriever and happily played in the water.

Every time, his mother’s gentle reminders and exhortations were accompanied by his ears.

After he took care of himself completely, she would always squat down to touch him, and then touch his little golden retriever, boasting that arrogance is great, and her brother is great.

But from that day on, the bathroom became his nightmare.

No matter day or night, the overwhelming red is always in his mind, lingering.

Then, Ying Jiao found that he would never see blood anymore.

He didn’t tell anyone, he didn’t even know what porridge he had been with him since he was a kid.

He had encountered accidents like today and I don’t know how many times, every time he gritted his teeth and carried it by himself. Anyway, he just fainted for a while and couldn’t kill anyone.

But this time it was different, the same blood, the same dizziness.

The person he most wants to protect in the world.

The one who even likes it is forced to ask out when he meets his head.

But at the first moment, he stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.

Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ci with his eyes closed, allowing him to help him to the milk tea shop on the side of the road.

“A cup of milk tea, oatmeal, um, whatever. Sorry, can you give me a cup of hot water?”

“Yes, don’t be too hot.”

“thanks.”

The unique touch of the milk tea cup touched his lips, and Jing Ci’s slightly anxious voice came from his ear: “Win arrogance? Win arrogance, drink a little.”

At that moment, it seemed that even the blood that had troubled him for many years was gone. There is nothing else in my mind but this person.

“I…I’m fine.” Ying Jiao gasped for a few times, opened his eyes slightly, and smiled hard: “Don’t worry.”

“Drink some water.” Jing Ci leaned against him and lifted the milk tea cup up, his face full of worry.

Ying Jiao opened his mouth as he wanted.