Princess too Young, Prince too Old

He felt that having such a thought was a sincere blasphemy against Mu Nanzhi and him for so many years, and he could not accept it at all.

But in the face of Zhou Chi, a real man, his body was moving, and what he once thought was indecent and blasphemy filled his heart. Of course, this may be the sequelae of the dream, but it cannot be denied that it is Zhou Chi opened a door for him and led him into a whole new world. There is no Mu Nanzhi in this world, no past, only indulgence and obsession, only he and Zhou Chi.

...

Lu Zhicheng rubbed his face hard. He was irritable and disturbed. He listened to Zhou Chi's light breathing. He was sure that Zhou Chi was not asleep. After listening to Zhou Chi's breath for two days and one night, he easily Can distinguish whether Zhou Chi is asleep or awake.

"Zhou Chi." Lu Zhicheng squeaked. In fact, he didn't know what he was going to say, but at this time he just wanted to call Zhou Chi.

He thought Zhou Chi would ignore him, but he heard Zhou Chi vaguely "um".

Lu Zhicheng was a little excited, pursed his lips, and asked tentatively, "Can't you sleep?"

Zhou Chi ignored him this time.

Lu Zhicheng didn't feel much hit. He was used to looking at Zhou Chi's face, and now he asked carefully: "Zhou Chi, when did you find yourself ... uh ... like men?"

For a long time, Lu Zhicheng was uneasy in his heart, afraid that Zhou Chi was angry again. When he was about to ask for forgiveness, he listened to Zhou Chi softly: "At the age of nineteen."

Lu Zhicheng stunned: "How did you find out? You ... who did you like at the time?"

"Yes, I like a man, I like it for many years." Zhou Chi said gently.

"Oh," Lu Zhicheng was dull in his heart, pulling his head, and continued for a long time, "Do you still like him now?"

"I do not know."

In the darkness, Zhou Chi exhaled softly and closed his eyes.

Lu Zhicheng listened to Zhou Chi's faint sigh, and did not speak again, but his heart was even more frustrated than before. He rolled over anxiously, and buried the entire face in the pillow.

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Jiasheng August 22

Southern Xinjiang.

Southwest Army Camp.

After lying in bed for a few days, the back injury was crusted again. Zhou Chi was able to get out of bed, but he couldn't walk much. The most terrible place hadn't recovered, even if it still hurt. It's a lot more comfortable than lying on the bed.

"Why did you get up again?" Lu Zhichengfu came in, picking the curtain, watching Zhou Chi holding the soft couch, immediately frowning, busy holding the teapot in his hand on the table, and then too busy to help Zhou Chi, muttering, "I help you go back to bed and rest. I won't get out of bed today."

"It doesn't matter, I'm tired of lying." Zhou Chi waved his hand.

"Then I'll help you walk for a while," Lu Zhicheng now carefully supported Zhou Chi's shoulders, and the two walked slowly in the house, while Lu Zhicheng said again, "You can only walk twice. He pulled back. "

Zhou Chi's face was gloomy and sullen, and it was necessary to glance at Lu Zhicheng severely, and the situation was to push away Lu Zhicheng. Lu Zhicheng was too busy to wrap Zhou Chi's shoulders tighter, and flattered: "I support you!"

Zhou Chi coldly hummed, "No talking."

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