Eternal Burning [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 32 I'm Getting Greedy

 

   The ship carrying Tristan and Isolde swayed in the wind and waves.

    The love drug catalyzed everything, making them disregard ethics, abandon all grievances and enmity, and only have each other in their eyes.

    I am also like a mustard boat, floating and sinking in the wind and waves given by Shang Muxiao, struggling to survive.

    ...

    ...

    Isolde, who couldn't hold back his longing, sent a signal and finally met Tristan in the garden.

    The fire of love ignited the two, and in the night, the gorgeous duet sang one higher than the other, accompanied by the surging music, it was the ultimate joy, the ecstasy of desire, and the desperate pursuit of love.

    Even if the dawn is approaching, even if this love is not tolerated by the world, taking advantage of the dark night when no one disturbs you, you have to linger to death and exhaust every ounce of energy.

    The night of love, let Tristan and Isolde become one, willing to die for it.

    Amidst the excited and high-spirited singing, I felt in a trance that I would die the next moment.

    Die in this love, die in this night.

    Waking up in a daze at 7:56, he found himself being held in Shang Muxiao's arms.

    I made a living, reached for my phone, and turned off the alarm in advance.

    Shang Muxiao was startled by me, his hands were still on my waist, his face was buried in the pillow, and he said in a sluggish tone: "Why did you wake up before dawn...

    " Curtains, go break his hands.

    "I have class at nine o'clock."

    He didn't move, it seemed that he just woke up briefly, and soon fell asleep again.

    Picking up the clothes on the ground and putting them on, this process was relatively easy for me, but today it was a bit more difficult than usual.

    Although I lost sensation in my lower body, the nerves in my lower back are still functioning normally, and I can't adapt to the pain caused by overuse for a while.

    Grab a change of clothes and move to the bathroom, where I plan to take a shower. Since I was too tired last night and didn't wash it again, I always felt sticky on my body.

    After the hot water washed over his body, he looked carefully under the light, only to find that there were bruises everywhere, especially on his two legs...

    How hard was he scratching. I sighed and decided not to believe Shang Muxiao's nonsense next time.

    Say it once, it turns out again and again. Relying on my inability to escape, completely trapped me in bed.

    Almost thought I was going to die.

    After roughly washing my lower body, I felt a little tingling, but I didn't care much. After taking a shower and changing clothes, seeing that Shang Muxiao was still asleep, he quietly closed the door and left.

    After two classes in the morning, I started to feel a little wrong. My thinking is slowing down. It's winter, and I don't wear more clothes than usual, but I feel hot for no reason.

    Even Yu Xixi could see that I was not in good condition. He touched my forehead with his palm to confirm that I had a fever.

    This was a terrible situation, she hurriedly found me antipyretic tablets to eat, filled the thermos cup with hot water, and even alarmed Director Dong, asking for leave of absence for me.

    My body feels okay, it should be less than 38 degrees, but I have a low fever, so I think I can persist. But Yu Xixi and Director Dong didn't think so, they almost drove me back home.

    When I got home, Shang Muxiao was no longer there, he must have gone to class.

    Just driving home this little way, my waist became more and more sore, and the breath I exhaled seemed to be hot.

    I want to sleep for a while, but thinking of all kinds of bodily fluids rubbing against the bed last night, I can't help but take out clean sheets to change.

    As soon as I lifted the quilt, I saw a lot of "criminal evidence", and there was a dark brown piece, which looked like blood...

    Quickly opened my eyes, after changing the new sheets, it seemed that I had exhausted my last bit of energy, and fell asleep on the bed past.

    I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the nightmare and the pain in the bones, and it was dark outside.

    I have already forgotten the content of the dream, but I still can't help feeling palpitations and fear. I glanced at my phone, it was six o'clock, and there was no message or call.

    I pursed my lips and took the initiative to call Shang Muxiao.

    It rang several times, and the other end picked it up. It sounded like it was outside.

    "Hello?"

    "Where are you?" It may be because of the fever, my voice is slightly hoarse.

    Shang Muxiao smiled lightly and said, "I just finished eating and was about to call you when you called. Are you home yet?"

    I didn't mention my fever, but just gave a soft "hmm" .

    "Then stop cooking, wait a minute, I'll bring you takeaway."

    I pressed the phone closer to my ear and said with a smile, "Okay." The

    essence of a man is really a vulgar creature, obviously it's just the past night, but With a physical relationship, it seems like nothing is the same.

    However, it is difficult to count the "strangeness" in detail, and it is difficult to describe. If I had to say it, it would probably be——I became greedy. So greedy that he even wants to have his time.

    I lay on the bed for another half an hour, and when I got up, my body was so soft that I almost didn't sit in a wheelchair. My face in the mirror was bloodless, and I rubbed my face trying to look healthy, but failed.

    While waiting, the phone rang, and it was Shang Muxiao's call.

    I picked it up and asked him where he was as a matter of course.

    He was quiet, and apologized, "My sister suddenly asked me for something, I'm going to her place. The dinner has been ordered for flash delivery, and it should be here soon, remember to finish it well.

    " Fake. The smile on the corners of my lips is hard to maintain, and I can only say something that I don't agree with in a place where he can't see.

    "Well, you go."