[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 61

No one mentioned that today was his birthday, and it wasn't something to celebrate.

After a long quarrel and abuse, the two of them slammed the door and entered two rooms respectively, but did not come out all day.

Cen Wei believes that he has matured very quickly, and he also recognized the situation of his own family very early.

Only once, he knew that he didn't need to celebrate any birthday. Only the child whose parents expected to be born could experience the joy of birthday.

But no matter how precocious people are, it is difficult to get rid of the shadow of their original family, and he is no exception.

Every year on this day, he would still subconsciously feel restless, disgusted, and unable to breathe, as if he had returned to a scene he was once very familiar with, the roar of swearing, crying, and the sound of falling things filling his eardrums.

The dim living room, the cold kitchen, the unfastened faucet, and countless details wrapped him around him like a heavy stone, pressing down on his heart.

He only needs to live through this day silently, Xiao Muran and Cen Qing will return to normal, they are still the chairman of the chamber of commerce in high positions, and they are historians who have learned from the past.

He finally understood that it was his birth that disgusted them.

Cen Wei tried his best to suppress the manic depression in his heart and kept calm in front of Li Rong.

He poured a glass of cucumber lemonade, and ice cubes, and took two gulps.

The coolness slid all the way down the esophagus into the stomach, which seemed to drown out some negative emotions. He hadn't been so depressed for a long time, but he still squeezed out a smile: "Thank you, you remember."

Li Rong admits that his eyes are very sharp. Too smart, it's easy to see a person's disguise, but he never wears Cen Wei.

Just like in the last life, for two whole years, he missed too many Cen Wei's true emotions.

Or maybe he saw it, but didn't want to believe it.

Li Rong pursed his lower lip lightly, lowered his eyes, lifted water with a zong leaf, and drenched it on the spring roll skin as thin as cicada wings.

After the spring roll skin softened, he filled in all the fillings and carefully rolled a spring roll.

Through the flexible and thin skin, you can see the colorful stuffing inside, and dipped in the yellow and clear sauce, it is indeed mouth-watering.

is what he will like.

Why didn't he pay attention that night, he would like what Cen Wei brought back.

He wasn't forcing him to celebrate his birthday, and he believed his excuse to work overtime, knowing that his stomach problems were prone to relapse, and he was afraid that he would be hungry if he stayed up late, so he brought back supper for him.

The spring rolls are very good, they will not lose their original taste because they are kept for a long time.

He can come back anytime, and Cen Wei is also waiting at the table anyway.

He was clearly drunk, but he could still think about him to such an extent.

It turned out that the night that he could not avoid in his eyes had such a precious meaning.

Li Rong suddenly stood up, stepped out between the chairs, and walked to Cen Wei's side.

With his right hand resting on the table, his left hand supported the back of Cen Wei's chair, and said softly: "This is a spring roll, that is a small yellow light, the night is dark, the street light is very light, and the shop is not in the bustling area, so there are few people on the road. "

Similar to that night.

Li Rong paused, his eyelids trembled twice, his Adam's apple rolled gently.

"Today is your birthday, I will accompany you on your birthday."

After that, he put his hand on Cen Wei's shoulder, knelt on one knee on the swing, leaned over, and covered Cen Wei's lips.

He seemed to return to that night, he did not reject the drunken Cen Wei, he accompanied him on an expired but happy birthday.

The cool breeze blows up the soft curtains, and the quiet light lengthens the shadows of the two close to each other.

The moment he felt Li Rong's shallow breathing, Cen Wei's muscles tightened, and his palms were even more hot and humid.

Li Rong's kiss was delicate and gentle, but not jerky. He gently rubbed the line of Cen Wei's lips, and controlled the frequency of his breathing greedily and provocatively.

The tips of his eyelashes and the ends of his hair are entangled, occasionally lifted up by the warm wind, and under the shroud of the small yellow light, trivial and mottled shadows are reflected.

The swing chair couldn't hold back the weight of the two of them. It was squeezed and swayed lightly. Li Rong couldn't stand still, so he had to put all his weight on Cen Wei's shoulders and hugged his neck tightly.

"Kiss me." Li Rong closed his eyes, pressed against Cen Wei's forehead, and ordered impatiently.