For Jiang Ji, this day was like a long-lasting firework, the fire was so strong that it burned all his back roads.

But he has no regrets.

Even if he dies, he will let Huo Qi, a pervert, die before him.

Jiang already squeezed the quilt, he coughed, there was blood in his throat, and a fishy-sweet smell came up, making him feel like vomiting.

He raised his hand and thumped his chest, swallowing the blood.

In just half a month, my body has long been unable to withstand the toss.

Jiang already knew clearly that his body was getting worse day by day, he couldn't make himself happy, he couldn't adjust his mental state, and he didn't know if he was going to die.

He was lying on the bed, Huo Qi was sent away, the door was locked, and there was a group of people guarding downstairs, so he couldn't escape.

He lay on the bed to sleep, it was getting late, and it was beginning to fall into the night. The small western-style building he lives in is some distance away from the sea, but when the evening wind blows in, Jiang can still smell a fishy smell of the sea.

Perhaps it was because of floating on the sea for too long, but the familiar smell of the sea gave Jiang Ji an unprecedented sense of security.

He was dazed, wondering if he could see the sun tomorrow.

The wind seemed to be stronger at night, and the curtains in the room were rolled up in a great arc by the wind.

Jiang Qi, who fell asleep, shrank under the quilt, and fell asleep again.

I don't know how long slept, the window seemed to be half open, and the cool breeze was blowing.Jiang finally couldn't sleep anymore.

He got up, feeling strange.

When he was sleeping, he clearly looked at the window and it was closed tightly. How could the wind blow so hard that it all blown in.

He walked over and tried to close the curtains.

But in the next second, he was shrouded in a layer of black shadow

Jiang Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, and a black shadow jumped in from the window. Someone jumped in and covered his mouth and nose with one hand.

He wanted to shout subconsciously, and when he realized that his mouth was covered, he opened his mouth and bit the tiger's mouth tightly.

The person standing behind him seemed to have paused, but he didn't let go of him, but suddenly raised his hand and patted his back gently.

At that moment, Jiang was stunned for a moment.

A faint sigh fell on his ears, he was stunned for a moment, and felt that his ears seemed a little moist.

He blinked a little confused.

Jiang already felt that his memory seemed to be a bit backwards. He looked at the blurred outline of the man in the night, but those surging memories came overwhelmingly.

Jiang already wanted to cry, he trembled slightly, his voice was soft and low, a little unbelievable: "Wen Shiqing..."

The man did not smell familiar to him.

Jiang Ji has always liked the smell of Wen Shiqing's shower gel, which is light, non-aggressive, and has a long-lasting lingering smell.

But today, the man's body only has a strong smell of smoke and dust, which is very choking, not at all like Wen Shiqing, who loves cleanliness and is obsessed with cleanliness.

The sound of rough breathing hit his ears, Jiang Ji's ears were a little itchy, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch them.

But just as he moved, the man holding him suddenly stopped him: "Don't move."

Jiang had a meal.

Wen Shiqing: "Let me hug you."

His arms wrapped around Jiang Ji's waist, strangling him to death, as if some kind of treasure comparable to life was lost and recovered.

Jiang Ji raised his hand slightly, wrapping his arms around Wen Shiqing's neck. He stood on tiptoe, his beating heart calmed down instantly.

It seems to have found a sense of belonging.

He wanted to cry, he was nervous and pleasantly surprised, as if Yu Yu had been walking alone in the dark for a long time, and finally saw the dawn before dawn.

But he had no tears to shed, and he seemed unable to cry.

Jiang Ji could only rely on his instinct to hug Wen Shiqing tightly, his lips trembling, "Wen Shiqing..."

He yelled, but said nothing.

Wen Shiqing responded lightly.

Jiang yelled again as he was nowhere to be found.

Wen Shiqing hummed, patted his shoulder lightly, and said hoarsely, "I'm here."

Jiang already pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was finally sure: "You're here."

Wen Shiqing lowered his eyes slightly, loosened his fingers a little, and stroked the boy's thin waist with some pity. He wanted to smile but couldn't force a smile.He wanted to soften his voice, only to scare the person in front of him, but the softened voice was so stiff that Wen Shiqing himself felt disgusted.

He said, "Sorry for being late."

What a high-spirited man in the past, now he looks like a homeless man who has wandered outside for decades and suddenly found a home.

Jiang couldn't tell what he felt. He felt that it was not real, but more distressed.

Wen Shiqing has been trying to find him.

Wen Shiqing did not give up on him.

"Wen Shiqing..." He choked up and said, "I miss you so much."

Wen Shiqing rubbed his head lightly, and said in a low voice, "I see, I miss you too."

With tears in the corners of Jiang Ji's eyes, he looked up at the man whose outline was unclear.

He raised his hand to touch his face, touching the thin cheek.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, he knew that Wen Shi was thinner.

With a tear streaming down his dry eyes, Jiang Ji suddenly raised his head and kissed the other party's lips lightly.

Dead skin formed on the dry lips, and he licked it pitifully.

He wanted to say that we have all worked hard.

Wen Shiqing was only stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to lightly rest the back of his head, ran his fingers through his hair, and kissed him deeply.

They are like fish in the rain after a long drought, chasing and biting each other, using the most intimate method to confirm that each other is by their side and that each other exists.

Wen Shiqing tightly held the boy's swaying waist, pressed him against the window, pinched the boy's thin shirt with his fingers.The lips crush the lips, the tip of the tongue is entangled, and the teeth collide occasionally, constantly attacking the city.

He was no longer rational, nor restrained.

He is like a crazy wolf in the wilderness, eager to devour him.

Jiang has endured the storm from him, and he may be crazier than Wen Shiqing.

He hooked the man's neck, entangled it, kissed it, and tasted the bloody smell from his mouth.

The fishy-sweet smell stimulated the nervous system, and Jiang felt the long-lost excitement.

There was no words in the room, only rapid breathing, panting, flesh clinging and colliding.

It is salvation from the soul.

After the rainstorm is the calm of the sea.

When the night moon was in the sky, Jiang already lay on the man's shoulder, closed his eyes a little quietly, he panted lightly, and coughed again.

Wen Shiqing hugged him, tilted her head and kissed his earlobe lightly.

"There are gunpowder buried inside and outside the house. The police have learned about the situation and have discussed a perfect plan. I will take you out."

Jiang had no intention of what he said, he hummed, and lightly clutched the corner of Wen Shiqing's clothes with his fingers.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you still leaving?"

Wen Shiqing kissed his hair: "No, I'm not going anywhere."

Jiang already let out a shallow breath, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's fine if you don't leave."