Princess too Young, Prince too Old

He was too anxious. Xie Lun had just arrived in Qinghai, and he was so hard. It was strange that Xie Lun did not faint.

Zhao Jingting was so busy putting on his clothes that he ordered his family to burn the bath water. He went to the side hall to get the pills, and brought the water, but Xie Lun was so drowsy that he couldn't take the medicine. Zhao Jingting held him in his arms. In the arms, he fed Xie Lun a pill from mouth to mouth, and then fed Xie Lun with water, and then put Xie Lun back on the bed.

The subordinates took the bath water to come in, and Zhao Jingting let the brazier come in. Qinghai was still very cold in early April. It should not be showered at this time, but Xie Lun's sweat was sticky. When he cleaned, Xie Lun was afraid he would be sick again.

Zhao Jingting twisted the papa carefully and wiped Xie Lun's body. From head to toe, no inch of skin fell. The more he was so careful, the more distressed Zhao Jingting was. Xie Lun was really thin. The originally thin Juvenile Lang, At this time, it looked like a thin smoke, and Zhao Jingting's eyes were red.

"Allen," wiped Xie Lun's body, Zhao Jingting got into bed quickly, and embraced Xie Lun carefully in his arms. He kept kissing Xie Lun's forehead. "Allen, from now on, we only have Don't die without death. "

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Xie Lun fell asleep for two days before waking up. As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhao Jingting sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what book he was reading.

Xie Lun thought he was dreaming. He was so busy blinking. When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Jingting had put down the book in his hand and stroked his face with surprise. "Alun, are you awake? Still Uncomfortable? Still dizzy? How are you? "

"... I'm fine," Xie Lun didn't speak for a long time, his voice was husky, others were a little confused, "Zhao Jingting, why are you here? Where is this?"

"This is Qinghai," Zhao Jingting's nose was sore, and he leaned down and kissed Xie Lun gently. "Allen, it's me."

"Zhao Jingting," Xie Lun then reacted. As soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes became wet. He stretched his hands around Zhao Jingting's neck. "Zhao Jingting, I miss you so much."

"Allen, I'm here," Zhao Jingting choked, and the tears of the forty-year-old man flowed quietly, falling bit by bit in Xie Lun's hair, "Allen, we will never have to separate again Now. "

"Well, I don't want to be apart from you anymore." Xie Lun's tears couldn't stop. He felt particularly shameful, but when he thought of Zhao Jingting, he didn't feel shameful anymore. He reached out and pulled the man's front.

"What do you do?" Zhao Jingting was so busy wiping his face that he grabbed Xie Lun's messy hand. "You kid, what kind of monster are you going to do? Afraid to faint again?"

"... I want to touch it." Xie Lun blinked wetly at Zhao Jingting, looking careful and aggrieved.

"What to touch?" Zhao Jingting looked at Xie Lun's face, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic. He really liked Xie Lun so much. When Xie Lun hooked his fingers, he could fascinate him, "... etc. You're good enough to touch it, now it's not allowed. "

"It's not what you want ..." Xie Lun flushed, "I want to touch your heart, I want to hear your heartbeat."

"What's so sweet?" Zhao Jingting's heart warmed up, and he said so, but he seized Xie Lun's hand and stuffed it into his front placket, feeling that the warm hand covered his own heart, Zhao Jingting felt An old heart was about to burst out.

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