Inferior pampering

Chapter 103

Ji Tingyu woke up at dawn, curled up under the quilt without saying a word, quietly staring at a spot on the wall in a daze.

Rosalin didn't disturb him, she put her hand on his back and patted him to comfort him, and the hem of her clothes accidentally touched his ears, Ji Tingyu spoke the first sentence.

"You are wearing his clothes."

His voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed sand.

Rosalin clapped her hands, and looked at He Zhuo's leather coat on her in embarrassment: "The doctor said your alpha...ah no, his smell can soothe you and make you feel better, so I'll change it right now."

Standing up in a hurry, someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Put it on..." Ji Tingyu sniffed.

"He has been bullying me in my dream all night, it's so annoying."

Rosalin felt a little sad, and sat down with the cat's head on her lap.

Ji Tingyu took several deep breaths before holding back and not dodging.

The quilt was shaken off, and the sticky hot air smoked Rosalin's legs. She imitated He Zhuo's technique she had seen before, and twirled her fingertips to help him press his temples.

Ji Tingyu closed his eyes, which were about to go blind from crying, feeling astringent and painful, as if someone had pricked his swollen eye sockets with a needle.

"Rosalin, why can't people choose which memory to keep? It would be fine if I didn't know anything."

If you don't know anything, you can be the same as before.

You don't need to be dragged all the time.

"But no matter how cruel the truth is, you have the right to know."

Ji Tingyu's eyelids twitched, and he looked up at her: "You..."

Rosalie pursed her lips tightly, nodded vigorously, and tears dripped silently: "The monkey and I will always be on your side."

In an instant, a crack seemed to be opened in Ji Tingyu's heart, and hundreds of frames of unbearable memories and pain had an outlet to share.

"Thank you..." He buried his face in her belly.

Rosalin laughed through tears.

"You crying little brat, you're really worthless."

The mobile phone by the table rang. The fiery soprano voice was incompatible with the current atmosphere. Rosalin didn't answer or hang up. She knew who was calling, and Ji Tingyu naturally knew it too.

Hearing the ringtone for the third time, he still couldn't help asking: "Is... is he okay..."

"It's about the same as you, and has been rescued a few times."

Ji Tingyu's nerves tensed up.

When Rosalin saw it, she couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Don't worry, he was out of danger yesterday. You know best how good his physical fitness is, and he will be fine."

The kitten shrank under the quilt: "I miss him very much..."

I want to listen to him talk, I want to sleep in a small sleeping bag, I want to continue my honeymoon, I want him to pat my back and rub my ears to lull me to sleep.

But Ji Tingyu knew that that was no longer possible.

"If we miss him, let's go find him."

So many storms and storms, life and death have come, what else can't be overcome?