10 years where i loved you the most chinese novel (Eng)

ch.48

"I have not followed other people except Jiang Wenxu."

"Knowledge, you know that I am not..." Ai Ziyu is very annoyed, he has been unable to organize language, distressed numbness. He loves to know how to love to die, not to touch, not to possess, he just wants to be a person who has never been asked for in the life of He Zhishu.

Ai Ziyu only wants to know about He Zhishu, and he doesn't even think about it.

He Zhishu sighed softly. He followed Ai Ziyu's chin and kissed him a little and went to solve Ai Ziyu's pajamas button.

Ai Ziyu couldn't resist the gentleness of He Zhishu. The warm breath sprinkled on the sensitive neck and the aroma filled with breath. He turned over and pressed He Zhishu under his body. The thin and dense kiss fell on the eyebrows and cheeks of He Zhishu: "Knowing a book...small book...baby..."

Ai Ziyu didn't know why he was crying, and his tears were stunned by He Zhishu. He read it in the ear of He Zhishu and countless times I love you.

Ai Ziyu's meticulous gentleness is also a habit. He almost kissed the whole body of He Zhishu and was gentle. He didn't feel much pain when he entered it devoutly, but he still unconsciously took the sheets.

"Knowledge book..." Ai Ziyu kissed the throat of He Zhishu, and the hot breath rolled up the confession. He never changed his words overnight. He said, "I love you..."

The consciousness of He Zhishu is sometimes sober and sometimes blurred. He looks at Ai Ziyu's face in the dim light of the lamp, uncontrollable low and low voice, and then greets a more intense round of lust.

"Ai... Dr. Ai..." He Zhishu loosened the crumpled sheets and wrapped them on Ai Ziyu's neck. He smiled at him.

Chapter 77

When He Zhishu woke up, he was already empty, and it was cold and cool. It seems that people have been away for a long time.

He knows that he slowly turns over and squats on the bed and closes his eyes for a while. His body is still too weak. Now he only feels that his waist and legs are sour and soft.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and the knowledge book did not move. He felt that someone was standing by, and a quilt was picked up. Before he was aware of the coldness, his arms were stuffed with a warm thing, an electric warm treasure.

"Baby, happy birthday." Ai Ziyu bowed down from He Zhishu's earlobe to the back neck: "Get up."

He knows shrinking his shoulders and holding the warm treasure in his arms: "Don't bother me, itchy."