Chapter 110
How could I bear to hurt him?!
Ling Yin frowned and said with trembling breath, "No."
"Why not?" Qu Xing suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.
The young man in his arms tightened his grip. His heart pounded into another's chest, as if two hearts had been born. Qu Xing's mind was in a state of confusion, and Ling Yin wasn't much better, his brain already swirling with the clashing of his two hearts.
He tightened his hand on Qu Xing's back, pressed it down, stopped at the delicate waist covered by the loose fabric, and gripped it with a slight force.
Qu Xing felt an itch at his waist, and couldn't help but twist it slightly. Ling Yin hadn't buttoned his shirt, and with that movement, the smooth skin in front of him bumped against his lower abdomen. Ling Yin held his breath, tilted his head, and simply pulled the sides of his clothes to wrap him up, picked him up, and was about to walk out.
Who knew that Qu Xing would suddenly shudder, suddenly hugging his neck tightly, and saying in a tearful voice, "I won't go out..."
Ling Yin stopped: "..."
The person in his arms was trembling and begging, "Don't go out. It's too loud outside. I'm scared."
Ling Yin released the bathroom handle and locked it. Turning around, he placed Qu Xing on the sink and said soothingly, "Okay, it's okay. I locked it. Don't be afraid."
He leaned against the sink, kissed Qu Xing's cheek and then her ear, repeating softly, "Don't be afraid."
His fingers stopped at the edge of Qu Xing's pants and gently moved it down, while his other hand grabbed a bottle of glycerin on the sink.
Qu Xing felt a chill after a moment, and immediately grabbed Ling Yin's hand and threw it away in dissatisfaction, repeating: "I said no, why didn't you listen?"
"..." Ling Yin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Why should I be obedient?"
Qu Xing pinched his face, looked at him seriously, his eyes flashing, and said sincerely: "But you have always been obedient, and have been obedient until now, why are you not obedient now? I let you hurt me...ah uh!"
"Okay. I'll listen." Ling Yin lowered her head and used her teeth to tear the clothes off his shoulders. She bit down hard, her fingers moving non-stop. Her other hand reached up to block his voice: "Don't scream."
Ling Yin didn't know what his little star was thinking. It seemed that when he was ill, his head would stubbornly dwell on a certain obsession, or it might be his brain's instinctive protection mechanism when he was in pain. He just needed a little physical pain to relieve the psychological pain.
Ling Yin was reluctant to hurt him too badly, but he couldn't always go against the little devil's wishes. He had to carefully find the right balance between hurting him and disobeying him to silence this dissatisfied star. During this time, he had to constantly pay attention to whether he was hurting anyone.
It was not until a short time later that the desire for pain was gradually replaced by another intense tremor that could temporarily block out all pain, and Ling Yin gave Qu Xing the autonomy to make sounds.
In the small space, the air was continuously stirred by the two people, creating a turbulent, unbearable and chaotic distortion.
After a long time, the cold steam became scorching hot, making it hard to breathe. Qu Xing's fear of the outside world was gradually cured, and the two of them finally managed to get out of the bathroom.
It was already pitch black outside, and the vast silence made the commotion at this moment and place seem even more absurd.
The sky gradually brightened with trembling breaths.
Ling Yin reached up to pick up the limp figure on the bed. Qu Xing groaned softly, opened his eyes slightly, and cast a hazy, questioning look at Ling Yin.
"Go to the bathroom and clean up." Ling Yin said.
Qu Xing glanced towards the bathroom, frowned and lowered his head: "I don't want to go to the bathroom."
Ling Yin: “…” Who was the one who just refused to leave the bathroom?
It's simply the behavior of a capricious tyrant.
Ling Yin pulled the naked Demon King and the bed apart, carrying him to the bathroom. The Demon King was powerless to resist, so he limply allowed Ling Yin to manipulate him. A moment later, he was safely returned to his bed, wrapped in a blanket and asleep.
Ling Yin came over after taking a shower and looked at the boy's sleeping face with a slightly frowned brow. It was obvious that he had not completely recovered from his emotions. The corners of his eyes were red, almost lewd, all from crying.
He sighed inwardly, feeling completely helpless about this star. The whole process was filled with heartache, confusion, and helplessness. This star would cry whenever she felt deeply moved, and she couldn't stop. In the less than twelve hours since she returned, her mood swings had been excessive, completely contradicting Chen Qi's medical advice. Furthermore, he felt that all these tears would make her thin, and he was afraid that this wouldn't be good. He wanted to let Xingxing rest, but she would beg him even more pitifully, using coquettishness and coercion, as if she had to completely melt into him, forever connected.
Ling Yin was no match for him, no matter what. In the end, he could only let him do everything, completely at his whim, and then give him some water in between. Otherwise, if he kept chugging away like this all night, he would definitely die of dehydration in his bed.
Even so, when Qu Xing woke up, his throat felt dry, as if he hadn't had a drink of water in 10,000 years. He lay there, staring at the pattern on the curtains, too lazy to get up to find water, or even to call out to Ling Yin.
After being in a daze for a while, he realized that there was no one beside him.
He froze for a moment, then slowly turned over and tilted his head to look. Sure enough, it was empty, and there was no warmth when he put his hand on it.
“…”
Qu Xing withdrew his hand, his mind went blank, and he almost forgot that Ling Yin still ached all over his body. He felt as if Ling Yin had never come back. He just stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes after a moment.
A very light "ding" sound came from above my head.
Qu Xing opened his eyes and saw Ling Yin's beautiful profile.
"Are you awake, baby?" Ling Yin picked up the cup he had just put down and said, "Drink some water."
Qu Xing didn't move, but tilted his head: "I haven't washed yet."
Ling Yin saw that this person was too lazy to move a finger, so he put down the cup and said, "Which closet is the clothes in? I'll get it for you."
Qu Xing tilted his head towards the living room.
Ling Yin rubbed the hair on his forehead and turned around to pick clothes for him.
Qu Xing waited for a while, but couldn't wait any longer, so he propped himself up and prepared to go find Ling Yin. Just as he moved a little, Ling Yin came back.
He stopped, sat back slowly, and looked up at Ling Yin.
Ling Yin's breath caught in his throat when he saw the scene in front of him.
Yesterday, in order to satisfy this person's desire to "hurt him", he left many marks on his body. At this moment, this pretty little devil was half-supported and kneeling on the bed, the quilt slipped down a little, revealing his spring scenery, messy hair, red lips, and a blank look.
simply……
"Clothes," Qu Xing said. The weak voice instantly brought Ling Yin back to his senses. He sat down and helped the weak man put on his clothes.
Qu Xing looked at his body and asked, "Why did you pick a red one?"
"I've never seen you in red." Ling Yin took a step back to admire it and said with satisfaction, "It looks really good."
Qu Xing hummed lazily and stretched out his hand to him: "Wash up."
Ling Yin hadn't admired it enough and stood there without moving. He smiled and said, "I find that every time you do it, you become an emperor."
Qu Xing sighed faintly: "Then I'll crawl over there by myself."
Ling Yin laughed and quickly picked him up before he could move. He carefully helped him wash up, brought him back, and watched him drink a glass of water. Then he led him out of this bedroom full of "memories" and went downstairs for breakfast.
After Qu Xing finished eating, he found a comfortable soft sofa to curl up in. Ling Yin had nothing to do for the time being, so he decided to stay with him all the time and curl up with this lazy Xing.
He hugged the person and asked, "What time do you go to rehab today?"
Qu Xing leaned against him and said lazily, "You don't have to go these few days, just move around on your own."
Ling Yin: "Why?"
"Stable period." Qu Xing said briefly.
Ling Yin: "Okay."
He stood up slightly, bent down and tugged at his crooked collar. The crooked collar revealed a bright red mark. The clothes were still red, and he saw a demonic aura coming towards him, which was a little too seductive.
Carefully straightening his collar, Ling Yin met Qu Xing's fixed gaze again.
Ling Yin hissed softly.
It seems that it doesn't matter whether it is crooked or not.
"What's wrong, brother?" Qu Xing asked.
"You look so good in red." Ling Yin said.
Qu Xing smiled and said, "It will definitely look great on you. Wear it for me sometime."
Ling Yin: "No red clothes."
Qu Xing picked up the phone: "I'll buy it for you."
Ling Yin laughed, leaned back and bit his ear, then glanced over and saw that he had already typed in the keywords at lightning speed. A series of pictures and prices popped up. Ling Yin took a quick look and said speechlessly, "Baby."
Qu Xing took a look and switched to a software: "Hmm?"
Ling Yin: "Why do you have to buy something so expensive?"
Qu Xing exclaimed, glancing at the numbers. If someone else bought him something this expensive, he'd probably know it was quite high. But he didn't really feel anything.
Qu Xing pondered for a moment and tilted his head: "Don't you like it?"
Ling Yin couldn't help laughing: "Do you know what you look like now?"
Qu Xing looked at him and raised the corner of his mouth: "The old sponsor who keeps the beauty."
Ling Yin laughed out loud: "Little gold master."
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