Inferior pampering

Chapter 25

　　"Hey, take a bite, you've got a hundred thousand for this one bite, transfer the money to me later."

　　"Do you want me to give you something else?" He Zhuo swallowed the carrot and said.

　　"Stop, chatting is prohibited during meals."

　　The two things Ji Tingyu respects the most in his life are news and food. He will concentrate on eating what he likes, and will inadvertently make two cat-like grunts, and he doesn't even notice the hair falling out of his ears.

　　He Zhuo took the rubber band at the head of the bed and stood behind him to help him comb his hair.

　　His slender fingers shuttled between a head of warm orange soft hair, pinched a strand, let it slide down naturally on the fingertips, and after repeated several times, he reluctantly combed them together and tied them into a small bundle.

　　"Is it tight?"

　　"It doesn't matter, it can be higher, it's too low and it's piercing the neck."

　　"good."

　　"did you eat?"

　　"No, Nin is burning venison."

　　"I'll leave half of the radish for you, why don't you mix it with rice?" He knew that He Zhuo was tired of eating those.

　　"Well, just leave me a little."

　　Even if he wants him to eat more, He Zhuo will not refuse at this time.

　　In his opinion, sharing food and binding hair are things that can only be done between the closest people, but Ji Tingyu doesn't think there is any difference between the two doing it.

　　He unconsciously accepted his closeness and relied on his care, like a frog boiled in warm water, completely unaware that the relationship between the two had already crossed the line.

　　He Zhuo knew that he had contributed a lot to his narrow escape on the snow-capped mountains, but part of the reason was——Ji Tingyu had such a temperament.

　　Cats are the animals that are most afraid of loneliness. They are full of vigilance towards strangers, but once they put the other party into their camp, they will trust and get close without reservation.

　　While pretending to be strong, he yearns for someone to walk into his heart all the time, not to betray him, not to abandon him, and always stand by his side.

　　This is not a willful or unreasonable request, because he is also treating others sincerely with such principles.

　　He Zhuo couldn't help thinking, what kind of soft person was he who hurt him in his previous life?

　　In Ji Tingyu's previous life, he was 27 years old.

　　The biggest ordeal I encountered before the age of 27 was the Newell robbery. After that, it was not smooth sailing but nothing major.

　　But when he was 27 years old, there was an accident that no one knew about. The members of the team were completely reshuffled, and he also stepped down as the director of the reporter department. Get involved again.

　　Until he was 29 years old, he was suddenly sent to Suist, but was betrayed by his new teammates and died in Suist.

　　He Zhuo also thought about why he agreed to marry him when his mental state was so bad.

　　Now he finally understood that it was him asking for help.

　　He has fallen into a desperate situation, desperate, longing for his lover to cheer him up.

　　But He Zhuo didn't do it. He inflicted countless secondary injuries on Ji Tingyu, making him hide in the dark attic like a little mouse in the last few years of his life, and finally forced him into dead end.

　　Both He Zhuo and Ji Tinglan in their previous lives had investigated the cause of his death and the accident he had at the age of 27, but someone used their connections to overwhelm these two matters, so they couldn't find anything.

　　He Zhuo asked a psychiatrist that if a person's temperament changes drastically, there are several reasons for not being touched.

　　The first is the death of a loved one and the destruction of intimacy, which will make him afraid to have an intimate relationship with another person.

　　The second is that the body is traumatized after a major injury, and the subconscious closes itself.

　　The third is to encounter brutal violence, leaving a psychological shadow. In severe cases, it will respond to the touch of others.

　　He Zhuo didn't know which one of Ji Tingyu's disease was, but no matter which one it was, it was enough to break his heart.

　　27 years old...two years from now...

　　Xiaoyu, what terrible thing happened to you...

　　He Zhuo's thoughts drifted away, and his fingers slipped down, even almost touching the sensitive glands of omega.

　　But Ji Tingyu was still unaware.

　　He took a small cup and drank it all in one gulp, let out a sigh of satisfaction, took a piece of beef and sent it to He Zhuo.

　　"Open your mouth."

　　The cat looked at him with trembling ears, and the tips of two canine teeth were exposed on its lips. That flamboyant and wanton smile made anyone reluctant to hurt him.

　　He Zhuo lowered his head to eat the beef, and heard a bleak hawk cry from outside the window, and someone fell from the sky.

　　Immediately afterwards, a series of noisy footsteps sounded outside the door, and Sambu and Nin seemed to be preventing someone from coming in.

　　"Xiaoqing is here!" Ji Tingyu stood up excitedly.

　　"Wait." He Zhuo held him down, and his fingers hooked away the newly tied braid, "The hair hasn't been combed yet."

　　"Oh, hurry up."

　　The ensuing scene is like a pantomime.

　　Ji Tingyu urged impatiently, He Zhuo moved unhurriedly, the sound of sharp footsteps outside was getting closer and closer, until he rushed in through the door.

　　Desert Qing lifted the curtain, and He Zhuo looked at the door at the same time.

　　The moment the two eyes collided suddenly, He Zhuo's fingers just dropped from Ji Tingyu's hair, turned to his face, and helped him wipe away the soup stains from the corner of his mouth.

　　The author has something to say:

　　Maomao: What else do you want to give me?

　　Wolf: First show your waist.

　　Maomao: Go to hell, you pervert!

　　Desert Qing couldn't wait to take out the knife: Brother, I'll kill him for you right now.

　　Maomao: Xiaoqing, I know you are in a hurry, but first...

Chapter 14 Should I Call You Damon or He Zhuo?

　　It is no exaggeration to say that Desert Qing reached out to the scimitar hanging on his back at that time, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.

　　The young man's long hair was covered with snow and frost, and his dark eagle eyes were wrapped in hostility and stabbed straight at He Zhuo. The offended expression seemed to be that the god he guarded with his life had been profaned.

　　But He Zhuo's face did not change, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly drawn together.

　　The wolf king's eyes seemed to shoot directly into his eyes from a height of 10,000 meters, instantly suppressing all his anger and hostility.