Burning fire

Chapter 77 "I really want to think you like me."

"You..." Zhang Jueming stuttered and walked to Zhou Qizun's bedside, "Are you worried about me?"

Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Jueming closer: "What do you mean, how heartless am I in your eyes?"

"I'm worried that you shouldn't?" Zhou Qizun showed Zhang Jueming several times, "It seems that your injuries are almost healed."

"What about internal injuries? Did you hurt your internal organs from those falls? You vomited blood." Zhou Qizun asked again, "Are you alright?"

"En." Zhang Jueming lowered his eyelashes.His eyelashes were thick and long, they were covered by fluttering, Zhou Qizun couldn't see his eyes.

Zhang Jueming said in a low voice: "It's all right. The mountain ghost's injuries... all healed very quickly."

Zhou Qizun nodded, he let go of Zhang Jueming's arm, and then smiled lightly: "Fortunately."

"Fortunately?" Zhang Jueming raised his head and couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Zhou Qizun still smiled, "Fortunately."

Zhou Qizun guessed that Zhang Jueming might still be struggling with "Is it disgusting?"Like Zhang Jueming, who in the past blindly said that he was "disgusting"...

Zhang Jueming pursed his lips.He moved his eyes and looked at Zhou Qizun: "...How about you? Are you feeling okay? Your voice is still hoarse, it must be very uncomfortable."

Zhou Qizun moved his numb fingers: "Well, it's quite uncomfortable."

He shook his head a few more times, pointing to his head: "It's not very clear here, as if it's filled with eight catties of paste."

Zhang Jueming frowned: "The yin energy of the Wuming Terrace is too heavy for a mortal body to bear. Zhou Qizun, you still use mine..."

"No need." Zhou Qizun quickly replied and refused. ——It must be the little white bottle in Guo Xiaotong's hand.

"I won't drink your blood." Zhou Qizun sucked his teeth twice, "I don't want to say it again."

"But..." Zhang Jueming was a little "but" and couldn't go on.After being bullied by Zhou Qizun, he was very honest.Can't help being honest...

But Zhou Qizun's body is the most important thing, Zhang Jueming still fought hard: "Yin evil greatly hurts yang, and it will have a great impact on you."

"How old is it?" Zhou Qizun put on an expressionless face, opened his mouth and asked in horror, "Will I die if I don't drink your blood?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Jueming immediately changed his expression.

Zhou Qizun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ask you."

"...No." Zhang Jueming grabbed the corner of his clothes, he let go, and the fabric was wrinkled, "I won't die. I won't let you die."

Zhou Qizun smiled faintly: "It's fine if you don't die."

Zhou Qizun: "I don't really understand what Yin Sha is. Anyway, let's raise it for a few days. It's okay to be uncomfortable, I'm not that delicate."

"Zhou Qizun..."

"I don't want to drink after talking. Is it annoying?" If he can fight well, Zhou Qizun really wants to deal with Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming knew that this person was stubborn, so he would definitely not be able to pry his mouth loose.He was thinking, if Zhou Qizun couldn't bear it, if he couldn't, he would mix his blood into his food... It's not so obvious that he's mixed up drop by drop, right?

He took great pains on this side, but Zhou Qizun didn't seem to take it seriously.Seeing Zhou Qizun move his butt, he jumped into the bed and patted the side of the bed, "Come and sit, don't stand."

Zhang Jueming paused, then sat down obediently.He reached out and touched Zhou Qizun's forehead: "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, I know." Zhou Qizun nodded.

Zhang Jueming's palm on his forehead was cold. ——In Zhou Qizun's impression, Zhang Jueming's palms were always cold.

Zhou Qizun laughed again: "Don't think about mixing blood in food, I will definitely scold you if I find out."

Zhang Jueming: "..."

Why is this person disobedient?Don't be afraid that the stubborn kind of oil and salt will not get in, but afraid that the stubborn kind of brain is bright and can be a roundworm, piercing people's eyes.

The two got closer, their eyes were on the same plane, and Zhou Qizun could clearly see Zhang Jueming's dark circles.

Zhou Qizun understood that Zhang Jueming was doing it for his own good.He knew how Zhang Jueming treated him.Facing Zhang Jueming's frown, Zhou Qizun's temper had already loosened.

"You haven't rested, have you?" Zhou Qizun said, pointing to Zhang Jueming's eyes, "The dark circles under your eyes are too heavy."

"It's midnight now, do you want to sleep for a while?" Zhou Qizun blurted out, "Although this bed is a single bed, it's not big enough for the two of us, but it's quite big, and it can't be squeezed anywhere."

"......what?"

"Boom".Zhang Jueming's head got stuck and a short circuit occurred.

In the blink of an eye, his useless neck, ears, and face all turned red.

Snow-white skin means that it is not useful, and a bit of embarrassment has to be found out, but anyone who has eyes can see it clearly.

"..." Zhou Qizun was so nervous.

He didn't ask Zhang Jueming where he was just now, so naturally he wouldn't mention the word "Yan Luodian".

There are piles of mysteries, Zhang Jueming's secrets, things that are kept from him... and, the vague sense of disharmony between them - Zhou Qizun can always detect something subtle.

They took different paths.But if there are really different paths, how did they cross over?

Think of the charming lord who was born from the ashes, but facing himself is fluffy, like cotton candy.If you put a pair of white fur ears on Zhang Jueming's head, he might look more like a little white rabbit than Guo Xiaotong.

Well-behaved, clean and soft.

Seeing Zhang Jueming's beautiful shy face, Zhou Qizun suddenly looked away.He couldn't help but said, "You're always like this, I really think you like me."

"I...you..." Zhang Jueming hesitated.

"Do you mind? You haven't got a room in this hotel yet, have you?"

"Or do you want to go out now and open another room?" Zhou Qizun's tone was flat and natural, without any superfluous meaning.

Zhou Qizun struck out suddenly, he didn't talk about Wude, he was directly beaten to the ground by Zhang Jueming.Zhou Qizun's words are starting right now, in fact, there is nothing wrong with it, but it can give Zhang Jueming's darling a bit of crooked energy.

——It deserves it, who told Zhang Jueming to be evil.

He likes him, and he deserves what he deserves.

Zhang Jueming didn't answer directly, he didn't dare to agree, and he didn't dare to refuse.He twitched his eyelashes twice, and just said: "These two days, I'd better watch over you. Wait until you get better."

"...Day and night, guarding me every step of the way?" Zhou Qizun asked softly.

Zhou Qizun: "So, you still have to stay in my room."

"..." Zhang Jueming lowered his head, and answered in a twisted manner, "You refuse to drink my blood, and there is a suffocation in your body."

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Forget it, the marshmallow is too soft, don't pinch it too hard.

"You'd better come up and sleep for a while." Zhou Qizun said, he turned his head and rubbed his old face, and weighed it in his heart several times.

It stands to reason that although Zhou Qizun prefers chic and likes men, but he is big and thick, if he is upright, he will never touch anything too much.

When he was in the army before, he hung out with those rough men, and when the mission conditions were not good, he even squeezed through a haystack in groups, and he never felt that something was wrong.

But this Jueming...maybe it was caused by Zhang Jueming's relentless beating, but it was different anyway.

Zhou Qizun glanced sideways——Zhang Jueming, he really hit him everywhere.From appearance, to temperament, even Zhang Jueming's mystery.After all, Zhou Qizun had been paying attention to Zhang Jueming since the first time he appeared in Zhou Qizun's eyes.

The family feud was not avenged, and the danger was under his nose. Zhou Qizun never dared to go too far, but he was also a man.A man of flesh and blood, with a long heart and a long liver.

Zhou Qizun bald and got into bed and lay down.He turned over to make room for one person, his voice was low and hoarse: "You stay with me, don't sleep on the bed, do you want to sleep on the floor or in the hallway?"

"Don't make a fool of yourself." Zhou Qizun sighed.

Yes, what a fool of himself.

Zhang Jueming couldn't catch his breath, he said "hmm" in a daze, and finally lay down beside the bed with his heart full of hot potatoes.

Hitting the pillow, Zhang Jueming's brain was still pounding, pounding his brain.

Fortunately, there were two pillows on the bed, otherwise Zhang Jueming would have been cut open if they shared the same bed.

Both of them were lying sideways, back to back, but Zhou Qizun suddenly turned around and stared at the back of Zhang Jueming's head.

The air was quiet for a while, only the sound of their interlaced and undulating breaths, one after another.

"Tomorrow, let's change to another standard room." Zhou Qizun said suddenly, his tone was very serious, "Thank you for caring about me."

"I...um." Zhang Jueming could hear his heart pounding against his ribs.His chest was sore and itchy, and he couldn't talk much.

Zhou Qizun was about to say something, but suddenly felt a dull pain in his head, as if he had been hit by a large knife with a curly blade.

"Hiss..." He snorted, closed his eyes, and pressed his temples with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qizun snorted, Zhang Jueming's heart couldn't move.He quickly turned over and asked nervously, "Do you have a headache?"

"Well, it's okay, it just hurts." Zhou Qizun opened his eyes.

Two people, two pairs of eyes, and four eyeballs are perfectly aligned.

Zhang Jueming's eyes flickered, and he avoided his sight: "Are you dizzy?"

As soon as Zhang Jueming finished asking, Zhou Qizun's vision blurred.

Zhou Qizun frowned irritably: "Dizzy. My eyes are already blurred...I guess...it's impossible..."

"Go to sleep." Zhang Jueming said.He stretched out his index finger, and tapped Zhou Qizun's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Your body is still very weak, and you need to rest."

"But I still have something to tell you..." After being clicked by Zhang Jueming, Zhou Qizun felt a heavy embarrassment hit him, the nerves in his whole body were overwhelmed, his eyelids seemed to be glued to death, I can't open it anymore.

Zhang Jueming also had something to ask Zhou Qizun.Especially his ghost eyes.But Zhou Qizun has no strength now: "If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after waking up."

Zhou Qizun couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't even have time to make a sound, and fell asleep in the next second.

Zhang Jueming breathed quietly, touched Zhou Qizun's eyes, his fingertips were itchy from being pricked by his eyelashes.

Zhang Jueming looked at Zhou Qizun for a long time until his eyes were sore.He grabbed Zhou Qizun's hand, and while the man was still asleep, he boldly leaned his head on Zhou Qizun's chest.Not close, just a little closer.

Zhang Jueming closed his eyes.

Isolate and helpless, slandering lies, holding his own life on the tip of his fingers, ready to throw it out at any time.None of this matters.As long as he can get close to this unreliable chest and hear the steady heartbeat inside, Zhang Jueming will be content.