Chapter 183 I will be gentle, don't leave me
Zhou Chong ascended to heaven on the spot!
Damn it!
vocal!
How could this request be met so quickly?
Last time it took a lot of effort, and I even had to cover my eyes!
The difference in quality is immediately apparent!
Faced with the choice between being an inhuman being and being an inhuman being, Zhou Chong made a decisive choice...
Inhuman.
"Say it again."
Dan Qingshan didn't speak. Her beautiful eyes were like a calm lake covered with stars, quiet and gentle, staring at him without looking away.
The power of that one glance is no less than ten "husband"s!
Zhou Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he even stopped breathing.
Wen Lanchao rose up, waving his flag and surrendering.
He lowered his head and gently rested it on Shan Qingshan's shoulder, then rubbed it down to his neck and kissed him there.
She complained, "Brother, you're so good at flirting."
He can't.
He really couldn't resist.
I wasn't flirting with you.
Zhou Chong rested his head on his shoulder and looked at him, "This is already it."
Dan Qingshan was speechless, but surprisingly, he actually smiled.
Zhou Chong stared at him almost obsessively, a gentle tenderness rippling through his heart, enveloping his overflowing love and lingering fear, softening them little by little.
"elder brother."
Shan Qingshan glanced at her tenderly.
Zhou Chong's heart was surging.
She couldn't resist reaching out and touching Qingshan Xiaobao's lips, watching his peach-colored lips being crushed and ravaged under her fingertips...
She looked up at him again.
His face was always expressionless, and even his breathing seemed to be as clear and light as the person, giving off a sense of lonely desolation and isolation.
Yet, there seemed to be an unyielding tenderness in his deep eyes.
Zhou Chong wanted to give him his whole heart.
Will you leave me?
"Won't."
Zhou Chong immediately flashed a bright smile, his gaze slowly settling on Qing Shan Xiao Bao's lips, his eyes darkening and his breathing becoming heavier.
He restrained himself and looked up at him, only to find that Qingshan Xiaobao's gaze had just left his lips.
It's unclear who made the first move.
At first, they just touched, but once they touched, they couldn't separate.
The kisses grew deeper and hotter.
They embraced and kissed passionately, disregarding everything else and acting without restraint.
Zhou Chong felt like he was going crazy. He bit Shan Qingshan, then regretted it and rubbed against him to comfort him.
His tone of voice was completely different from his behavior.
She was very fierce, saying, "Brother, you're mine!"
"Um."
The voice was gentle as water, and when it reached Zhou Chong's ears, it was like a hook to his mother.
Zhou Chong cursed under his breath and kissed him even more forcefully, like biting, like plundering. His hands, driven by pent-up desire, impatiently slipped inside his pajamas.
"I want it."
Shan Qingshan's fingers curled slightly as if he had been electrocuted.
With a little effort from Zhou Chong, he obediently lay down.
"Be gentle, Youliang is at home."
"Yes, I'll be gentle."
Please, don't leave me.
-
-
What are you doing here?
Zhou Chong raised his eyes, and after a long while, said in a hoarse voice, "I'm waiting for you."
"Didn't I tell you not to come over?"
Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, then slowly lowered his head.
That's what I meant...
The sneakers that were out of sight are gone.
Zhou Chong closed his eyes, unaware of how long he had remained silent.
"water."
Zhou Chong looked up, following the direction of the mineral water bottle upwards. His eyes flickered slightly, but instead of taking the bottle, he grasped Shan Qingshan's wrist and took the bottle from him with his other hand.
He said, "My good friend...is dead."
"Don't talk here, go upstairs."
He pulled him along, and they turned and went into the stairwell.
The stairwells in the dilapidated residential area were narrow and dark.
When two people walk side by side, there is no room for a third.
Zhou Chong stared at the thin wrist he was holding, lost in thought: Is the film studio really that close to Qingshan Xiaobao's residential area?
Shan Qingshan opened the door and went inside.
"I'm going to remove my makeup."
"Um."
Zhou Chong sat on the sofa and looked at the hook on the wall that he had taken over.
A stack of small cards was hanging on it.
Zhou Chong stood up, took out a punch card from his pocket, picked up a pen, and wrote on the card—
Shan Qingshan, be my boyfriend
After writing, hang it up.
The new card covered another card with the exact same handwriting and content.
“This isn’t a wishing well, it’s already overflowing with your wishes.”
"Then I'll bring a hook next time."
"Have you eaten? I'll cook some noodles."
"No."
Soon, two bowls of noodles were served, smelling delicious, and both bowls were topped with braised pork chops.
The extra bowl was pushed in front of Zhou Chong.
You eat so little.
"I ate something on set this afternoon."
"I'll wash the dishes in a bit."
"what ever."
Zhou Chong raised his eyes and looked across at Shan Qingshan, trying to get a clear look at him.
He was like a figure seen through a fog.
The noodles were probably too hot, as they started to steam.
He said to the person across from him, "It's raining outside, did you bring an umbrella?"
"No." Zhou Chong gripped his chopsticks. "Could I stay here for the night?"
"Sleep on the sofa."
"good."
Zhou Chong looked at the noodles in the bowl, and his reflection was mirrored in the soup.
He vaguely realized that he was already dating Qingshan Xiaobao.
"Wife, You Liang is dead."
Everyone dies.
Will you die?
Shan Qingshan sat opposite him, his expression unchanged.
Suddenly, the rented room disappeared, replaced by an empty rooftop. Shan Qingshan stood by the rooftop and said to him.
"Me too."
Then, right before his eyes, he collapsed!
Zhou Chong suddenly opened his eyes.
Soaked to the bone, my heart was pounding erratically, as if I had been pulled back from the brink of drowning, and I took a deep breath.
Then the breathing gradually changed from rapid to slow.
It was a dream.
He said that it's all a mix of truth and falsehood, a blurring of the lines between reality and illusion.
grass!
The breakup had a huge impact on You Liang!
That's fucking terrifying!
Qingshan Xiaobao, Xiaobao, my wife, wife...
This situation only makes me feel better after I hug my wife!
Zhou Chong turned to look for someone and unexpectedly met Qing Shan Xiaobao's clear-headed eyes.
"...Not asleep?"
"You've been calling me."
"..."
Zhou Chong's heart skipped a beat.
A light cough was given to ease the tension.
"Luckily, I didn't call out any other men's names in bed."
Shan Qingshan turned on the light, got out of bed, and got a towel to wipe his sweat.
“You called Yu Liang’s name.”
"..."
"And you told me not to jump."
A heart-wrenching plea.
"..."
The world is so quiet that you can hear the sound of it shattering.
Oh no!
Doesn't this mean they've all been forced out?
Shan Qingshan poured him another glass of water and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Um."
"Are you still able to sleep?"
Zhou Chong shook his head.
Who can sleep like this?
Looking at him, Shan Qingshan felt a part of his heart collapsing.
On the road leading to Zhou Chong's past life, an answer slowly took shape and gradually surfaced.
"Am I dead?"
Zhou Chong felt a sharp pain in his heart.
The pain made him feel like he was going to die.
Zhou Chong nodded, unable to face the sight.
August 23rd.
It turned out to be his death day.
Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating Shan Qingshan's face and making him appear serene and otherworldly.
Shan Qingshan found it difficult to describe the feelings in his heart at this moment.
There was panic, yes.
Shocking, yes.
Yes, I am reluctant to part with it.
Yes, I am unwilling to accept it.
My heart aches too.
But his first reaction was to go see Zhou Chong.
He was afraid he would cry.
"Which year?" The voice unconsciously softened, as if even the voice was afraid to face the question.
Eight years later.
Eight years?
Shan Qingshan felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.
Zhou Chong's words rang in my ears.
"If fate wants to separate us, it's only by death. Even if you die, I will still chase after you."
He had previously guessed that Zhou Chong was reborn from death, and naturally assumed that Zhou Chong was seventy years old, or at the very least sixty.
Eight years...
He's so young!
Dan Qingshan felt his eyes welling up with tears and opened his mouth.
He wanted to ask, "You...died for love?"
The words stuck in my throat, I couldn't ask them, and even breathing felt difficult.
I see……
No wonder it had such a big impact.
I'm fine before going to sleep, but I still get woken up by nightmares once I'm asleep.
“I dreamt about you too,” Shan Qingshan said softly. “You were so noisy and annoying. Even when you were seventy or eighty, you would still call me ‘wife’ on the street, and people on the street were staring at us.”
Zhou Chong imagined the scene and laughed.
It looks so real.
Even he himself wouldn't dare say it was a rumor.
He bet that Qingshan Xiaobao definitely didn't have this dream.
I made up something to appease him.
You're lying to me!
He loves me!
I love it so much!
Zhou Chong felt a surge of heat in his heart.
"Given the opportunity, I can indeed be a flirt until I'm seventy or eighty. Your dream fits my persona perfectly!"
"Your dream must be the same."
Zhou Chong was taken aback.
"The Shan Qingshan in your dream is probably even more independent, closed off, cold, and unapproachable than he is now. You are in his heart, but he doesn't want you to know. He presumptuously likes you, making you so sad. He's terrible."
Zhou Chong's eyes reddened as he argued.
“He is the wife I chose, he is very good, I won’t allow you to say such things about him.”
-
-
-
That day, Shan Qingshan had already eaten dinner.
It didn't rain that day.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com