Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan's back was burning hot and frightening. His soul seems to be burning in the furnace. This feeling and feeling are different. He can feel the man's emotion. Gu Zhiwei is very sad. He needs himself.

"Gu Zhiwei, calm down!" Lin Jinan struggled to fall from his arms, the small paper man fell to the ground, as if he was burning with fire.

Gu Zhiwei's eyes are ready to crack. He is anxious to hold the paper man with his hand. The voice of the youth is in his ear.

Gu Zhiwei, wake up, wake up, wake up

Gu Zhiwei was sweating all over, as if he had just fished it out of the water. The blood color on the face instantly faded, even the lips were pale.

Face like white paper, the whole body up and down shaking. Gu Zhiwei's expression looked like he was dying. He was wrinkling his brow, and his blood vessels seemed to burst open.

Lin Jinan can only helplessly watch the man suffer, his situation is not much better than Gu's taste. Once the contract is formed, he and the man are one. He likes what he likes, worries about him, and the pain that Gu Zhiwei can feel will be magnified more than ten times in his body.

Gu Zhiwei shook his hands and picked up the paper man. He carefully put it back in his pocket and stumbled forward.

Along the way, I was tripped by a stone for countless times, and my face was covered with color. My skin under my clothes was hit with a lot of blue and purple marks.

The door of his bedroom is locked to death. Gu Zhiwei locks himself in the bathroom. His body seems to be on fire. Every cell in his body is crying out for pain, as if his muscles and bones are cut off and then rearranged.

He washed his body with cold water as if, and his hands full of blue veins suddenly pressed against the wall.

I do not know what method the man used, Lin Jinan could not feel the pain, he was still in the state of a paper man, locked outside the bathroom.

Through a door, the man's hoarse voice came out, just like a trapped animal, helpless.

The paper man can't cry. Lin Jinan can't express his emotions. He is trapped. This sense of powerlessness can only watch his beloved suffer, but his feeling of powerlessness almost torments him crazy.

I don't know how long, the sound in the bathroom finally stopped. Gu Zhiwei, who was wet all over, opened the door. His wet black hair was dripping with water. His shirt was wet and stuck on his body. The shape of his abdominal muscles could be seen.

Lin Jinan did not want to appreciate it at all. The man raised his head and showed a pair of scarlet eyes, as if there was blood coming out of it.

He slightly opened his lips and gasped, "Lin Jinan, don't cry."

That want to cry mood can not stop, men are like this, the first words of the mouth, actually want to comfort him.

"I won't cry. I'll listen to you." Lin Jinan ran in a hurry, but the paper man was too small. He needed to run for a long time before he could run to the man.

Gu Zhiwei looked at the small paper man and burst out a hoarse laugh from his throat. "Look at me, I forgot to change you back."

His voice was dry, like a broken brass voice, hard to hear. But Lin Jinan felt that it was the best voice in the world.

The man reads the pithy formula, and the soul of the youth is pulled away from the paper man and becomes his familiar appearance.

"I want to hold you, can I?" Lin Jinan's eyes are very hot. He sniffs. He can't cry. Gu Zhiwei doesn't want to see him cry.

"Hold it." With encouragement in Gu Zhiwei's eyes, he gently smiles at the youth.

The smile looked weak, as if it would break at the touch.

Lin Ji Nan looked at a man. He walked over with restraint, opened his arms and held him gently.

In the ear, Gu Zhiwei sighs helplessly. Lin Jinan was about to open his mouth when he was pushed forward by a man with his arm. He ran into a man full of.

"How can I help you?" Lin Jinan raised his hand and stroked the man's cold face.

"Just let me hold it for a while Gu Zhiwei has never seen such a silly ghost. Although young people are stupid, they are also the most lovely one.

"Gu Zhiwei, do you know the cauldron? I am the cauldron Lin sent his lips up. He took off the man's clothes and slowly scratched across his throat. "I didn't want to drive so fast..."

Two cold bodies embrace each other, and the breath is intertwined. Lin Jinan looked at the man from top to bottom, with a gentle smile on his lips, "if you don't have strength, just me."

Gu Zhiwei's eyes were a little terrible. There was a very deep color on his face. His throat was sliding up and down, "inside, it's so hot..."

Why is this? Shouldn't it be cold?

"You talk a lot." Too big to sit down, Lin Jinan frowned painfully, and the more lingering it was, the more painful it would be.

The man's forehead is covered with fine sweat, he appreciates the pain or pleasure expression on the youth's face, ups and downs, as if never stop.