Host, You're Targeted

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, and the drizzle of rain hit the ground.

The French windows in the living room were not closed tightly. The strong wind made the windows roar, and the rain and cold wind came in together.

As soon as I entered the warm room, the cold wind abandoned the broken raindrops on the metal frame and ran wildly in the house.

The cold wind got into the back collar of the pool and felt him awake.

Realizing that he was showing weakness to Ye Zang, Chi nianxun immediately clenched his hands across his body, trying to push yezang away with the help of his arm.

He lowered his head and sucked his nose. He pressed down the sour feeling. His eyes were red and he didn't dare to see yezang.

"You let me go..."

Ye Zang looked at Chi nianxun, and his eyes were red. He didn't understand how anyone could make him feel so sad.

It is clear that people who have suffered a lot and then suffered a little injustice can cry out of frustration. Why do they have to pretend to be strong?

Just because it's a boy, you have to bear the pain?

Or because the people who can love him are gone, so he has nothing to hold in his heart?

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he felt. He couldn't imagine how Chi nianxun had come all these years.

The man trapped in his arms is still restless. He wants to escape from his arms and hide himself in a corner.

Ye Zang seems to see a baby full of injuries, because there is no parents' love, can only hide in the corner and lick the wound. Even if someone wanted to take him home and heal him, he would just put up his claws and scratch a few times on his arm, and then he would jump into another corner where there was no one.

"I beg you, will you?" Chi nianxun earned all the red marks on his hands, but he still didn't give up to push Ye Zang away.

Ye Zang gazed at him with drooping eyes, suddenly raised his head and closed his eyes fiercely.

It's like the silent roar of a trapped animal in a cage.

"Shut up

Ye Zang let go of Chi nianxun's hands from behind, and turned to hold his cheek, firmly pressed him on the sofa, and bowed his head to kiss him.

Chi nianxun was pressed on the sofa. The cold wind swept his exposed neck skin, and his hot lips and tongue were embedded in his body.

He swayed in the cold wind and shivered in the warm kisses.

At last, his face was full of tears.

"What are you doing?"

Chi nianxun covered his face and cried. When ye Zang let go of him, he bit his lips and sobbed in a low voice, "I I'm really going crazy. Can you stay away from me? I'm really going crazy, really... "

Ye Zang sat up on the back of the sofa and lifted him out of the sofa with one hand and held him in his arms.

Chi nianxun, a soft pool of water, leaned on his shoulder, tears seeping into his haute couture suit.

From childhood to adulthood, Chi nianxun didn't cry like this, whether he was smashed into the hospital by his biological mother, knocked by the police by his stepfather, or died when his grandparents died.

He has long been used to losing and parting. He thought that he would not have great emotional fluctuation any more. He thought he should be numb.

However, when ye Zang came from the snow with warmth all over his body and knocked at the door of his heart, he still felt sour and aggrieved.

The cold heart was melted by the warm sun, and it was painful and numb.

He is in fear at the same time holding a nervous heart, afraid to accept the sun, he will melt in the spring.