Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

At night, Lin Jinan had a high fever, and his body seemed to be on fire.

"Don't leave..." The man standing by the bed, his face is very cold, and the mood hidden in his eyes makes Lin Jinan look unreal.

He managed to lead people out and let Zhou xingsang go. Where did he go to find his husband.

Zheng Kaiyang is covetous to him. As long as there is no master for one day, he will be entangled all the time.

Zhou xingsang is pulled, he can easily get rid of the prison in his hand. Youth's wrist, fragile and slender, as long as a slight fold, it will be broken.

Because of the high heat, the face is very red, even the body under the quilt is red.

Zhou xingsang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart gave birth to a dark mood and wanted to completely occupy the youth.

It's not supposed to be, and it's dangerous. Lin Jinan's body is very weak, can't help his tossing.

The body moved and pulled off the young man's hand, thinking of leaving here.

Further and further away, until the unknown is no longer visible.

Lin Jinan's brain was confused, and he did not know where the strength came from. He sat up from the bed and pinched the corner of the man's clothes with his hands.

This made him fall out of bed.

He looked at Zhou xingsang with praying eyes. His eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was also red, "Zhou xingsang, you can go and try!"

His words are hard and fierce, just like a small beast. Try to open your cushion and pretend to have sharp nails on it.

It's a threat, but it's not. Instead, it's like being coquettish with him.

Zhou xingsang was stumbling and couldn't walk. Walking out of the room meant that he would cut off all contact with the youth.

Lin Jinan is his partner. They should have been a couple.

"You will die." Zhou xingsang's eyes are full of sadness, his voice is squeezed out, "I can't control myself, do you understand?"

Lin Jinan raised his soft arm to hold him. He had a good smile. The red on his face was like rouge. "I'm dead. You die for me, OK?"

The soft touch touched Zhou xingsang's cold lips, and his tears fell unconsciously to the young man's neck.

Lin Jinan shivered. He put something in his mouth, a sweet sugar bean.

Zhou xingsang's breath was very messy. He was surprised, "what did you give me to eat?"

Lin Jinan bit a man's chin and said, "poison."

"Poison" played a role. Lin Jinan was hot, and Zhou xingsang was even hotter than him.

Lin Jinan, who had been hoarse, could no longer make a sound. He only gasped with his mouth open.

Zhou xingsang's eyes are very red, in addition to the scars, but also a number of new red marks.

It was made with his mouth. The wolf cub was very anxious. He could not wait to seal him as if he was afraid of running away.

Lin Jinan's heart aches fiercely, his lip trembles and meets the man's wound. Zhou xingsang's body was shocked, and he was completely crazy.

Lin Jinan, who was choked by his neck, couldn't breathe. He tried to open his eyes and looked at Zhou xingsang.

That pair of eyes, never afraid, gentle, full of nostalgia with him.

Zhou xingsang was pacified. He released his hand, held the youth tightly, and buried his head on the other side's shoulder.

Lin Jinan felt wet. Zhou xingsang cried silently. Only tears were real. He choked, "I'm sorry..."

"You just love me too much." Lin Ji Nan patted him on the back and chuckled.