Raise you just to eat you

Lin Ting's hand was hurt quite badly, his knuckles were slipped and rotted into several horrible wounds, and the blood kept leaking out, and there was nothing around to help him. Du Liang frowned and squeezed his wrist tightly. , and finally took people directly to find the train conductor.

After working for a long time, he finally found a doctor on the train to bandage Lin Ting's hand. The train conductor didn't know how he injured his hand, and Du Liang didn't seem to be annoying, so he had to accompany him Smile and say some polite words about poor service.

Du Liang was not in the mood to talk to him, so he dragged Lin Ting out after a few casual words. Lin Ting was not as long as his legs, and he dragged him out all the way.

After returning to the workshop, he was speechless for a moment. Lin Ting's hand was still hurting, and he was not in the mood to think about anything else. As for Du Liang, he didn't expect Lin Ting to suffer such a serious injury under his nose. He probably blamed himself. Annoyed no.

The soft and pleasant sound of the announcer came to the ear, and it was time to rest, and there was no noisy sound outside.

Lin Ting yawned sleepily. He didn't take a nap in the afternoon, and he was very tired now, but his hand hurt, and he had to climb onto the bed without taking off his clothes. He tried to turn a few angles awkwardly, but in the end it still hurt Grinning his teeth, he gave up directly.

Du Liang on the side was still motionless, silent like a giant Buddha, and his face was dark and ugly. Lin Ting blinked and walked up to him.

"Angry?"

"..."

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to."

"..."

"Du Liang~"

"..."

"I'm sleepy, you hug me to sleep."

"..."

"Du Liang." Lin Ting couldn't bear it any longer, pouted and rubbed against him with his uninjured hand: "I hurt..."

Only then did he finally react, seeing him pitifully waving his mummified paws in front of his eyes, Du Liang sighed helplessly, and sat on his lap with his arms around his waist.

"Does it hurt?" Du Liang asked him in a low voice after kissing him a few times through the thick gauze.

"Hmm..." Lin Ting didn't feel awkward anymore, he rubbed against him coquettishly in a soft voice, "It hurts like hell, please blow it off to me."

"Won't it hurt if you blow it?" Du Liang raised the corner of his mouth funny, but still blew a few times obediently and earnestly.

Knowing that he would never really be cruel to him, Lin Ting smiled with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed into a line: "Du Liang, I really like you, I really like you."

"Yeah." Du Liang also smiled, pinched his chin and took a bite: "I like you too."

"How much do you like it?" Lin Ting, who was in a better mood, seemed to have become a chatterbox, looking at him with his head tilted, his eyes clear.

Du Liang stared at him for a while, then suddenly leaned over and pressed his mouth against him, the soft lips touched each other, and they barely touched each other when they spoke.

"Baby, you shouldn't ask me such a question."

Lin Ting blinked his eyes and said "Mmm" in a small voice.

The outside of the window was already completely shrouded in darkness, and only the figures of them embracing each other could be seen on the bright window. Lin Ting's hand was hurt, and he didn't dare to make too much movement, but he was so sleepy. , Du Liang had no choice but to hug him and carefully lie on his side on the bed.

"Is it sleeping?"

"...Mmm." Lin Ting shook his head, and rubbed against his arms: "Sleepy, my hands hurt..."

"Good boy." Du Liang lowered his head and kissed him: "I'll be fine if I fall asleep, we'll be home early tomorrow morning."

"……Um."

Lin Ting yawned lazily like a cat, and Lin Ting fell into a deep sleep.

(Second update.)