One Hundred and Twenty-Four: Deep Love Buried by Time (Full Warm Scene, Don’t Click if You Don’t Like It)

His fingers fell on the buttons of his shirt and did not move. He only glanced coldly at a certain childish man who was holding on to his pajamas and said, "Aren't you going out yet?"

"Don't you have difficulty with your hands and feet? Let me change your clothes." Wen Yanzhi said and pulled Jingrong's shirt.

"No!" Jingrong refused and pushed his hand away.

However, Jing Rong's strength was naturally unable to compete with Wen Yanzhi's.

Wen Yanzhi exerted a little force and bullied him again, tugging at the boy's shirt with his long fingers.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Jing Rong's face turned cold, and he didn't know where he got the strength to push Wen Yanzhi, who also jumped out of the wheelchair, and threw Wen Yanzhi to the ground.

Jing Rong pressed his whole body on Wen Yanzhi, holding his shirt collar with one hand, sullen, gritting his teeth, staring at him coldly, "Wen Yanzhi, don't mess with me!"

Wen Yanzhi rarely saw Jing Rong so angry. The fire in his eyes seemed to burn him. The cold shout was even more fierce, making Wen Yanzhi stunned for a moment.

The next moment, he burst out laughing again. He put one hand behind his head and clasped the young man's waist with the other. His thumb rubbed his waist through his shirt with an ambiguous look, "So you like this kind of posture?"

What a scoundrel!

Jing Rong was furious, "What do you want? Don't touch me!"

Wen Yanzhi looked at the young man's indifference and even disgust, his eyes darkened a lot. The rogue smile on his face just now gradually faded away and became serious.

However, in this seriousness, there is also a bit of confusion and loneliness that even bothers me.

"I also want to know what I really want." Wen Yanzhi said. He had never had such troubles before, "Jing Rong, I might... treat you..."

"Shut up!" With a twitch between his eyebrows, Jingrong interrupted what he was going to say next.

Wen Yanzhi was a little annoyed, "You asked me what I wanted!"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Jingrong's shirt collar and pulled him down suddenly. Jing Rong was stunned, but his hands were not enough to support his body, and he could only fall down resigned to his fate.

He tried his best to hold his neck to prevent his lips from touching Wen Yanzhi's. However, the two people were very close, so close that each other's breaths became entangled.

Wen Yanzhi's eyes were fixed on the young man's lips. His mind was so hot that he couldn't care about anything at all. He grabbed him and kissed him deeply.

Jing Rong was extremely angry. It was an accident last time, and it would be too much to let him be arrogant this time!

Moreover, this guy just kissed another woman!

He opened his mouth and bit him. Wen Yanzhi was hurt and stepped away. He gasped and glared at him, "Are you a dog?"

"You're perverted!" Jingrong scolded angrily.

Instead of being angry, Wen Yanzhi laughed, pinching his chin with his fingers, "You always scold him like this, huh? What's wrong with me being a pervert? I am a pervert, and I am very interested in you now. I feel very special. interest!"

This guy is so shameless!

He arrogantly let it go, but actually...

There was a reaction somewhere.

Forget it if you have a reaction, you still feel it!

If his hands weren't weak now, he would have beaten this bastard long ago!

Jing Rong's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or embarrassment. He raised his chin to avoid his hand, "I'm not interested in you, let me get up!"

Wen Yanzhi didn't let him get up. Instead, he pressed his waist with his big palm, and pressed him back down again as he was about to lie down. He looked at him deeply, "Maybe I'm just interested in you."

Jingrong struggled for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Wen Yanzhi asked.

Jing Rong said coldly: "It's up to you."

Anyway, he didn't like to hear what he said.

Wen Yanzhi raised his eyebrows, hugged Jing Rong with one arm, and looked at him deeply, "Jing Rong, I think I have fallen in love with you."

Jingrong's eyebrows twitched and he clenched his hands into fists, ready to beat him.

Wen Yanzhi laughed, not caring about his fist at all, and held it easily with his free hand before saying, "This is a lie."

Jingrong looked at him solemnly. Hold your fists.

Wen Yanzhi said: "Maybe I'm tired of playing with women, and being with you every day, maybe this is called love for a long time? I'm quite interested in you. But, I know myself very well, and I just have feelings for you. It’s an inexplicable feeling of freshness. Once the freshness wears off, I will still play with women and won’t pester you.”

Listening to Wen Yanzhi's words, Jing Rong's expression changed again and again.

Finally, it got extremely cold.

"Let me get up!" He only responded with these four words, and he was extremely cold.

"Hey! I'm confessing to you, can you give me a reaction?!" Wen Yanzhi was very angry.

Confess your love!

Show your size!

Jing Rong couldn't beat him, so he hit Wen Yanzhi on the head with a heavy 'boom' sound. Wen Yanzhi screamed in pain, feeling like stars were popping up in his eyes, "Fuck! Brat, you are so heartless!"

Jingrong stopped looking at him and struggled to support himself to stand up. After struggling several times, Wen Yanzhi let out an unbearable 'ouch', "Jing Rong, if you move around again, believe it or not, I'm really rude to you?"

"Why are you in heat? Go find those girlfriends of yours! Don't touch me!" Jingrong's expression was cold to the bone.

Wen Yanzhi looked at him carefully and said, "What did I say to make you so angry? You're still learning to use foul language at such a young age!"

"Get away!"

Wen Yanzhi supported his waist and sat up. This posture made the two of them look extremely ambiguous. Jingrong felt that every minute was torture, but Wen Yanzhi enjoyed the feeling of him sitting in his arms.

His blood was boiling. His mind twitched, and he forgot the pain on his forehead just now, and just said: "Jingrong, how about... you and I try it!"

As he said, his hand touched Jingrong's back. All the way down.

I thought Jingrong would stop me, but I never thought that he didn't move. Instead, he asked: "Do you really want to try it?"

Wen Yanzhi was shocked.

He originally just said this to satisfy his tongue and to satisfy his desire to talk. He didn't expect this kid to accept him.

"If I say it seriously... you won't be willing, right?" He still didn't dare to believe it.

"I can accompany you to try it!"

Wen Yanzhi suddenly felt his whole body burning.

Every breath and every look of the boy at this moment was teasing him and making him crazy.

He stood up and picked up Jingrong. The next moment, Jing Rong's words made him dumbfounded.

"Lie down, let me get on top!"

"..." Wen Yanzhi stood there, thinking he was having an illusion, he asked again uncertainly, "What did you just say?"

Jing Rong looked at him expressionlessly, and repeated without emotion, "Lie down, let me get on top!"

The corners of Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched.

Then, he threw him on the bed. He supported himself on the boy's side with both hands, knelt on the bed with one leg, and pushed his legs apart. Jing Rong's momentum suddenly weakened, and he frowned and stared at him.

Wen Yanzhi smiled as brightly as a peach blossom, "Little brother Rong, have you grown all your hair yet? How dare you be so arrogant!"