Chapter 23: Breathing in the Moonlight
As soon as Northam squeezed in, he closed the door.
Ai Zhe pushed him.
Noson came over and hugged Aizhe.
In the moonlight, she held the man forcibly, watching him tremble slightly in her arms.
"Aizhe, Aizhe, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
He held him in his arms, and Aizhe leaned on the table in front of the window, with Northen forcibly holding him in his arms.
Ai Zhe is in a very bad condition now, his legs are weak and he has no strength in his body.
He didn't even have the strength to push Northen away.
The hand that wanted to push him away ended up resting limply on his shoulder.
It was like an accidental dependence, and it might even make people misunderstand who he was inviting.
Noson tried to carry him to the bed, but Aizhe asked him to stop with some crying.
At this moment, Aizhe was almost completely under Northen's control.
I must have accidentally eaten something in the afternoon, which led to the current side effects.
At this time, Ai Zhe's whole body was red and the corners of his eyes were wet.
It can be said that if only Northam were a little less inhumane.
Aizhe may have fallen completely into his hands.
Aizhe pushed him, but Noson panted and hugged him tighter.
It was as if she wanted to take this opportunity to keep the man, who had no strength left, in her arms for a longer time.
"Aizhe, let me help you."
Ai Zhe, who was pushing Northen with his arms that had been stripped of all strength by the attack, but it was all in vain, stopped.
But then, he resisted even harder.
It was precisely because he was fed that cunning and poisonous love-eroding flower that he had the opportunity to embrace Ai Zhe like this at this moment.
The man was usually so strong, but at this moment he could only push himself forward with tears in his eyes.
And all the work is in vain.
Northen was a little excited. He grabbed Aizhe's arm and almost leaned over to kiss him.
But when he saw Ai Zhe's painful expression, he suddenly stopped.
A kiss is something between lovers.
Northen's face was red, his hair was messy, and his expression was a little lonely.
But soon, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and unbuttoned Ai Zhe's pants...
…
Northam gasped and climbed to his feet.
Ai Zhe was lying on the ground, looking disheveled, his chest heaving violently.
He put his arms over his eyes, hiding his face.
"I'm sorry... I'm in a bad state right now too."
Noson stammered.
Then, I went to wash my hands.
Ai Zhe also covered his eyes with his arms.
He was already in a state of disarray.
Northam is indeed in a very bad situation now.
He "saved" the other person with his hands.
But Ai Zhe...will hate him.
But he now feels that Ai Zhe's condition is indeed much better and his body is not so hot anymore.
Perhaps, this method is the best "medicine" to relieve Ai Zhe's symptoms.
If you keep taking medicine, you will always encounter side effects.
"Rescue" turned out to be a good way to face the attack. After all, Ai Zhe was obviously much better now.
Noson straightened the man's clothes to prevent his chest muscles from being exposed and looking too embarrassing.
But he himself was in a very bad condition.
Noson gasped.
He also needs to go back and relieve himself.
While he was relieving Ai Zhe's pain, he almost exploded.
Luckily the pants were loose enough, but it was still very obvious.
It has reached a level that anyone who sees it will feel terrified.
If someone outside saw this, they would definitely report him.
He stood up hurriedly, actually Northen was also in a very embarrassed state.
He needed to get back to the house as soon as possible to sort it out.
"Aizhe, if you feel unwell, be sure to call me immediately."
"If you need me to help you take a bath, just send me a message."
Aizhe lay on the ground, not responding to Northen, his arms still covering his face, and his breathing continued.
It was as if he had not yet recovered from the shocking, absurd, and weird chaos that had just occurred.
He looked a bit miserable now. He didn't know how long he lay on the ground, and he hung up countless calls from Northen.
The man was testing him - whether he needed him to come over again, help him take a shower, or even, testing whether he needed to "work the night shift" here.
——To prevent Ai Zhe from feeling uncomfortable again.
Ai Zhe got up tremblingly and walked towards the bathroom with unsteady legs.
The hot water rushed down his usually strong muscles, which was a bit strange.
Because the skin that should symbolize strength is now flushed.
It seemed to indicate that the owner had just been held in someone's palm and played with repeatedly.
He washed himself with a gloomy expression, his movements were slow, and his eyes were empty.
*
The next morning, Northen learned through the communicator that Aizhe had woken up, and hurried out to Aizhe's house.
As soon as he walked out, Ai Zhe used his arm to hold the door, making a loud bang.
The man was furious to the extreme, his grey eyes filled with fiery rage.
Northen could believe that Aizhe was very kind by only using his arm to hold his neck.
Northen pursed his lips and his eyes became moist.
As if he knew the consequences.
His handsome little face was filled with grievance. Originally a handsome, youthful figure, clean and without any impurities, his face was now stained with a sad red.
He let out a breath, his eyes went blank, waiting for Ai Zhe to punch him.
The red mark from the slap I received for Ai Zhe is still visible from yesterday until now.
Ai Zhe held his face with both hands.
Ai Zhe has a more advantageous body shape, and the joints of his palms are more distinct, full of strength.
He directly grabbed Northen's face, as if he wanted to crush it on the spot.
But in the end, he didn't do it.
There was mist in Northen's emerald pupils, like despair, sadness, and resignation, a feeling of sliding from despair to resignation.
Aizhe threw Northen's face away.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Take advantage of the opportunity?"
Although it was indeed Northam who only used his hands last night, and he was originally helping him.
But Northam still...
Thinking of that humiliating scene.
Northam had put him in a lower position simply by using his hands...
Northam stared blankly at the floor, his hair disheveled.
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