Chapter 124 Kiss

It was already ten o'clock when Jiang Wu returned to Ziyuan. The lights in the living room were on. Aunt Bai was typing on her mobile phone, apparently chatting with someone. She seemed relieved to see him back.

"Mr. Jiang, you are finally back——"

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I won't be back for dinner tonight."

Jiang Wu thought about it and decided to tell her about the move. "You don't have to wait for me to eat anymore. I'm moving out tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded behind him, "Why?"

Jiang Wu turned around and looked over, only to see Han Zhong, who had not returned for three days, standing on the second floor in his pajamas, looking at him quietly, with his slightly wet bangs hanging down in front of his forehead, making it impossible to see his expression.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, and Aunt Bai found an excuse to leave the living room.

Jiang Wuwei looked up at the person standing on the second floor and answered his question, "Isn't it because of me that you didn't come back?"

“So you have to move out.”

“…”

Jiang Wu thought so, but after the night of the bad ending, he knew that Han Zhong probably didn't want to hear this reason, so he could only explain, "Zhou Yannan said that you can't leave Ziyuan for a long time, otherwise there will be problems."

The man on the second floor said nothing. Jiang Wu couldn't see his expression. He remembered Zhou Changming saying that he and Han Zhong had just returned from the bar, so he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

After a moment of silence, the person on the second floor slowly replied, "Yeah."

Jiang Wu's heart tightened when he heard this, and he hurried up to the second floor and walked up to him, reaching out to touch his forehead, "Where do you feel uncomfortable——"

Before he could finish his words, his hand was suddenly held tightly, and the next second he was pushed against the wall behind him. The force was not strong, but it did make him stunned.

He looked up blankly and met Han Zhong's dark and narrow eyes. His eyes, which were already darker than those of ordinary people, were now like a bottomless pool, staring at him solemnly.

Jiang Wu was a little uneasy. "What's wrong with you?"

Han Zhong did not answer his question, but instead asked, "Are you worried that something might happen to my body because you need my body to revive him?"

Jiang Wu felt a little uncomfortable, "I may also be worried about you."

"Stop talking."

Han Zhong quietly interrupted him, but his hands unconsciously increased in strength. The next second, he suddenly relaxed his strength, took a step forward, came to him, looked down into his eyes, and asked softly, "If I were not him, would you stay with me?"

"Can."

Jiang Wu almost blurted it out, but the next second he realized that his words would undoubtedly cause Han Zhong to misunderstand him even more. He was about to explain when he suddenly saw a smile in Han Zhong's eyes as he looked at him.

He was stunned by this smile, and for a moment he even had the thought of "how about this", but he quickly came to his senses and realized that it was impossible for him to grow old with Han Zhong, and his goal was to ascend.

He was about to speak when he was startled by the sudden coolness on his face. It was Han Zhong's hand caressing his eyebrows. His fingertips were soft and affectionate, but the coldness on them was like a piece of ice.

Jiang Wu finally realized something was wrong and immediately held his hand, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"have no idea."

Han Zhong murmured back, his lowered eyes lingering on his lips that opened and closed as he spoke, his eyes becoming increasingly darker, his fingertips lingering across his face, gently caressing his rosy lips.

Jiang Wu's back stiffened slightly, "You——"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the finger took the opportunity to enter his mouth, like an ice cube entering, freezing his lips and tongue, and he inadvertently licked Han Zhong's fingertips.

Han Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of predatory intent gradually emerged in his eyes.

Jiang Wu sensed the crisis and immediately reached for his hand, but he was a step too late. Han Zhong suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.

Jiang Wushuang's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously reached out to push him, but his wrist was grabbed and pressed against the wall above his head.

"Han... ugh!"

He opened his mouth to wake the other person up, but the moment his lips opened, his lower lip was sucked. A soft and cold tongue penetrated into his mouth, lingering between his lips and teeth, and even the root of his tongue was sucked and lingered. An inexplicable numbness at the back of his head spread quickly along his spine to his coccyx.

Jiang Wu couldn't help but hum, and a faint light of tears quickly appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes turned red. The strange and strange numbness and dizziness made him feel dangerous, but the familiar smell of Han Zhong in his nose made him feel safe.

It was like a strange dream, but because there were familiar people in the dream, he was immersed in it.

However, at this moment, the person holding him suddenly stopped.

Jiang Wu slowly opened his eyes and looked over. Tears suddenly slid down the corners of his eyes, flowing across his slightly red face, along his slender white neck, over his protruding collarbone, and disappeared into his collar.

Han Zhong, who had finally regained a bit of sanity, saw this scene, and the string in his head broke instantly. He gently kissed Jiang Wu's red eyes, which still had tears in them, and then kissed him fiercely again in Jiang Wu's stunned gaze.

Jiang Wu was held on the back of his head and kissed until he couldn't breathe. His waist was also tightly held in his arms, and he couldn't even move. The man in front of him seemed to want to rub him into his arms and swallow him into his stomach. He could only tilt his head back and accept this strong kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, the person holding him suddenly loosened his arms and fell into his arms without warning.

"Han Zhong!"

Jiang Wu hurriedly hugged his waist and sat on the ground. He found that his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep. There was no trace of the forcefulness with which she had just pressed him against the wall and kissed him.

Sure enough, something is not right.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he called Zhou Yannan and told him what had happened in a few words, wanting to know if Han Zhong was in danger.

Zhou Yannan on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time when he heard Han Zhong press him against the wall and forcefully kissed him. Then he asked, "Did you ever think of resisting?"

Jiang Wu pursed his red, swollen, and slightly painful lips and said hesitantly, "...I'm afraid of hurting him."

Zhou Yannan was speechless for a while. Sometimes he really couldn't understand what kind of feelings Jiang Wu had for Han Zhong. If you say he liked him, it seemed that he had no emotions at all. If you say he didn't like him, he didn't resist when he was pressed against the wall and kissed, just because he was afraid of hurting Han Zhong.

"Try to detect the evil spirit in his body."

"I checked, but there is no increase."

There was no sound from that end, probably someone was thinking. Jiang Wu took this opportunity to look at the person in his arms, tall and slender body, handsome and resolute features, deep and slightly narrow eyebrows, as stern and proud as a swallow, and under the high nose were lips that were too red from kissing.

He was so familiar with this face and this body that even when he thought he had forgotten them, he still recognized them at first sight when they met again.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked his deep brows, imitating the way Han Zhong had stroked him just now. His fingertips slowly lingered on his face, and finally landed on his slightly red and swollen thin lips, which had a little blood on them, probably from his lip that had been accidentally bitten during the struggle just now.

He wiped off the blood, and a strange and unfamiliar feeling gradually arose in his heart, itchy, as if a feather was gently scratching his heart, again and again, but it could not find a way out, and could only bump around in his chest.