No one really thinks it's hard to be a stand-in, right?

Chapter 29 Feed the porridge with your own hands

    The palm of the hand was itchy at first, and then a sharp pain, which woke up Li Jue's blank brain.

     He subconsciously rubbed his hands, which were greasy, and looked down, because the spoon had been broken because of too much force, and the sharp white porcelain cut his palm, and his hands were bloody, he didn't realize it.

     His eyes were nailed to the bed, and he couldn't look away.

     Li Jue's face was pale and bloodless, his lips were trembling, and he tried to take a step forward, but his legs gave way and he fell down on the bed in an instant.

     He tugged at the sheets.

     Ji Mian...

     Ji Mian... Ji Mian... Ji Mian...

     Open your mouth! Open your mouth and call him!

     Li Jue gritted his teeth, trembling crazily, with a ferocious expression like a ghost crawling up from hell.

     It's just that no matter how hard he pushed himself, at this moment, he still didn't have the courage to call him.

     He was afraid, afraid that Ji Mian would wake up, afraid that Ji Mian was afraid of him.

     Ji Mian was very uncomfortable lying on the bed, turned his head and let out a "huh", Li Jue was like waking up from a dream, and finally blurted out the whisper that had been lingering for decades: "Mianmian..."

     Li Jue's stagnant heartbeat gradually revived, from calm to violent, almost jumping out of his chest.

     He stretched out his hand to touch Ji Mian's face, but found that his hand was covered with blood, Li Jue was at a loss, and wiped the blood on his clothes repeatedly in a panic.

     No, it's not clean enough.

     Ji Mian loves cleanliness, life must be spotless, and love must be consistent.

     He was too dirty before, Li Jue understands now, it's not too late, God gave him a chance to start again, he wants to be clean, and give Ji Mian the purest love.

     Li Jue washed his hands vigorously with hand sanitizer, repeated seven or eight times before returning to the room.

     He carefully pinned Ji Mian's sweat-wet hair on the sideburns behind his ears, treated it like jewels and treasures, his nose was sore, his tears didn't fall excessively on the quilt, and there was no sound, he cried depressively, and Laughing like a madman.

     He regretted it for decades, hated himself for decades, and couldn't let go of it all his life.

     Li Jue never thought that his treasure could be found again, intact in front of him.

     Li Weishi pushed open the door and asked in surprise, "Why are you still in the room? What happened to your hand?"

     Li Jue turned his back to him, swallowed his tears, tasted a bit of bitterness, his voice was hoarse: "Hands are fine. I..."

    He got stuck and suddenly couldn't find a reason to stay.

     I can't say that I fell in love with the boy on the bed at first sight, and I want him to be my wife, right?

     After all, rebirth is a bizarre thing. If he told Li Weishi that he was reborn and that the person lying on the bed was your sister-in-law, according to Li Weishi's personality, he would probably be sent to a mental hospital.

     Li Weizhi was stunned for a second, and suddenly realized.

     He remembered that when he met Ji Mian at the passenger transport center, the other party still regarded him as Li Jue.