Zhang Fengxi died. As for how he died, it all depends on a pen. The official document issued by the Ministry of Justice said that he was exhausted by the boat and car, and was infected with a bad disease, and died without treatment.

When the person who went to bury the corpse whispered, there was a purple-black mark on the neck of the person with a serious illness, and his mouth was terrified. It was an unheard of evil disease.

In the Lin Mansion, Lynch was lying on the bed, her eyelashes were closed, her complexion was morbid red, and her lips were also dry and cracked due to heat. A pair of hands with distinct joints scooped a spoonful of warm water and fed it to Lynch's lips. Lynch burned it

He was unconscious and only drank a little water. Most of the water was spilled out, which was just wet his lips, but more of it flowed to his smooth chin.

Han Feng wiped the water from his chin with the back of his hand and stared at Lynch with a deep look.

That day, Han Feng and Lynch were chasing each other, and Zhang Fengxi died. It was hard to say who died at the hands of anyone, or it was actually more appropriate to die at the hands of the two of them.

Lynch... Spotlessly clean Lynch...

How dare he? Why did he pull Lynch from the Snow Top to Purgatory?

Since that day, Lynch has been burning for two days and two nights and has not woken up.

Han Feng's heart was as scorched as earth, his mind was full of chaos, and he couldn't take care of the affairs of the Ministry of Justice, and his mind was full of Lynch. He really wished he could die.

Just live a lifetime and stay away from Lynch. He wants Lynch's name to shine all over the world. Don't he know the dangers of the officialdom, what will happen if he really keeps his true heart? How many people can survive

Dare to say that you are clean?

A person like Lynch is not suitable for surviving in the officialdom.

Why is he so wishful thinking? Why is he living for a lifetime... still not making any progress.

Han Feng fell into the bowl with his porcelain spoon in his hand, lowered his head and buried his face in Lynch's dry palm, which moistened Lynch's palm without realizing it.

The servant came over with a new basin of warm water. When he saw the scene inside the house, he quietly placed the basin on the shelf at the entrance of the house and retreated gently.

Lynch is trapped in a nightmare.

He dreamed that the synthesiser was liberated, and he woke up from the Petri dish, awakened his mental power, and was told that he would no longer have to do housekeeping as his life goal.

Lynch was confused - he only knew how to do housekeeping.

After joining the school, Lynch began to explore his identity again. He was very serious and hardworking, but he was still confused and could not see where his future was.

Lynch tried his best to pass the test and became a coordinator. Life seemed to have finally had a goal. Don’t embarrass the synthetics, do the task carefully, get a medal from a celebrity employee and put it on.

Unfortunately, not only did his goal not be achieved, but he did a mess, and all the male protagonists he assisted turned black.

He can't quite understand what the value of blackening is. In systematic terms, it is going to the opposite side of the world's setting direction. The opportunity for blackening is his death.

Lynch has never deeply realized this. What is blackening is vague in his consciousness. Now he understands that in a moment, everything that he once believed deeply collapsed. This is a

The beginning of a person's brokenness and reshaping, and the pain was like a backflow of flesh and blood.

He opened his heavy eyelids and lowered his eyes to see Han Feng lying on his palm. He sighed softly. It turned out that there was never a real empathy in this world, and only experience it personally.

"Han Feng..." Lynch spoke out and found that his throat was so dry and painful.

Han Feng suddenly looked up, his face was still wet, and he didn't care about his embarrassing appearance, "Zifei, you're awake!"

Lynch nodded his head and opened his chapped lips slightly. Han Feng understood immediately, and hurriedly poured warm water to feed Lynch, and helped Lynch's back with one hand, "Slow down, take your time."

Lynch was so thirsty that he felt better after drinking a whole cup of warm water. His throat was not so painful as if he was tearing. He leaned on Han Feng's shoulder with softness and weak force.

"Is there any more?" Han Feng said warmly, his tone full of anxious concern.

Lynch nodded half-closed his eyes.

Han Feng carefully put him down and quickly poured water again. The pouring was too fast and it spilled a lot on his hands. He hurried back to the bed and carefully helped Lynch up, "The water is coming."

Lynch closed his eyes and opened his lips with confidence. The porcelain cup fell to his lips and opened his mouth. The warm water flowed into his mouth. Lynch drank half of the glass of water before moving his lips. Han Feng was in time.

He took the cup away, held Lynch with one hand but was at a loss, and said with difficulty: "Zifei..."

Lynch opened his eyes, but he hadn't opened his eyes for two days, his eyes were a little confused. He curled his lips with difficulty, "I'm fine."

Han Feng remained silent and felt mixed feelings.

"Zhang Fengxi, are you dead?" Lynch said softly.

Han Feng shook his muscles on his cheeks and let out a light "hmm".

Lynch raised his hand and gently placed his hand on the back of Han Feng's hand. Han Feng was shocked and turned his head to look at Lynch who was leaning against his shoulder. Lynch's eyes were clear and he smiled faintly, "It's okay, this is you."

What I did together.”

"No--" Han Feng covered his hand with his backhand and clenched his hand tightly. Lynch got hot, his hands were very hot, Han Feng's hand was hotter than him, "It has nothing to do with you, it's me...

... "

Lynch gently held it back and said softly: "Stop talking."

Han Feng's heart was as if he was being rolled by a hot rock. He didn't know what to say or what to do. His eyes were sore and painful, and a tear slid down his cheeks.

Lynch stared at the tears and said softly: "Last time you were lying here, you were hot and you cried very hard at me. Brother Han, did I make you so sad?"

Han Feng held his hand tightly, unable to suppress his mood, and couldn't help but raise his hand and put Lynch's hand under his lips and pecked and kissed it. He choked in his throat and was still speechless. He wanted to say too much, but he couldn't say anything.

How could Lynch feel clearly?

Han Feng's tears and soft lips moistened Lynch's hand. Lynch leaned quietly on his shoulder, and looked at Han Feng softly without saying a word.

"Zifei," Han Feng's speech was mute, "I'm not a gentleman."

Lynch blinked slowly and smiled, "So much me."

Han Feng wanted to say something else, but Lynch interrupted: "Can you stay overnight today?"

Lynch lies for two days and sweats countless times. Han Fengyi takes care of him for two days, but he is not much better.

The servant brought the bathtub over and Lynch said to Han Feng: "Please help Brother Han."

Han Feng couldn't figure out what Lynch was thinking now, and hesitated for a while, but leaned over and picked up Lynch in the quilt. He picked up Lynch, and his heart trembled again. Lynch lost a lot, and could even get his arms.

Feeling the thin bones on Lynch's back, the touch... it was so much like the mass grave that night. Han Feng staggered, and Lynch coughed lightly before calling Han Feng back from his imagination.

"Sorry." Han Feng said in a silence.

"Is it because I'm too heavy?" Lynch joked.

Han Feng lowered his head, with a faint light in his eyes, "It's too light."

He took off Lynch's middle clothes with his own hands. Han Feng's eyes flashed across Lynch's upper body, making him feel so thin that he felt distressed. Han Feng was proud all his life, but he couldn't stop feeling sad and tears when he saw Lynch.

Lynch shook, "A little cold."

Han Feng woke up from his dream and hurriedly carried the person into a half-height bathtub.

Lynch sat in the hot water and breathed a sigh of relief. Han Feng silently lifted the silk cloth hanging on the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves and soaked it in scrubbing for Lynch.

Lynch leaned back, half-closed his eyes, and his chest slowly undulating.

Han Feng lingered on Lynch's neck for a long time, but he didn't dare to go down. He whispered: "Zifei, I'd better ask your guard to come in and serve you."

"I'm not used to it," Lynch opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and his smile blurred. "I'm not used to outsiders watching me."

Han Feng's head buzzed and he blurted out, "What about me?"

Lynch lifted his arms in the water and touched Han Feng's face with wetness, "You are different."

From the moment of unconsciousness, Lynch swears in his heart that he should not tolerate it anymore. It is true that there are people in the characters, but there is no framework for the characters' feelings. Will the cold and self-supervised people not be moved? They will not be crazy

Like loving someone?

He just loves him! What's wrong!

There was no sign of collapse and trembling in the small world.

Only Han Feng was foolishly in the same place. Lynch seemed a little different. He couldn't resist it. He lowered his head and panickedly dropped the silk on his hand.

It is not time to be charming and ambiguous. Han Feng knew that he was out of place again, but he could never control his feelings for Lynch. He could have been dormant in front of Lynch for many years in his previous life.

It is impossible to disguise for a moment and cannot be restrained.

Han Feng's hand trembled, Lynch's eyes fell on his chest along his wrist. The wet silk cloth seemed to have a weight of a thousand gold, moving very slowly, and the milky white trousers floated quietly in the water. Han

When his nose became hot, he raised his hand and it turned out to be bright red. He subconsciously looked at Lynch.

Lynch kept looking at him, and just smiled slightly at this moment.

Han Feng's heart was inflamed, and the hot magma was ignited by Lynch's laughter. Various flavors of ups and downs are reflected in his heart. The torment of two lives is condensed in the past two days of thinking. Lynch's laughter is in Han Feng's heart.

The fire suddenly lit up.

As his body moved, Han Feng suddenly leaned over and pecked on Lynch's lips.

The movement was too fast, and the smile on Lynch's face had not yet disappeared.

Han Feng looked nervous and met Lynch's eyes, "I originally wanted to never say this in my life, but I..."

Lynch experienced it with him, and Han Feng didn't need to say those complicated emotions. Lynch's eyes had already told Han Feng: He understood everything.

"I like you."

Han Feng finally spoke, and that moment felt relieved, as if he was reborn.

Han Feng never really woke up from the snowy day in the mass grave. Only at this moment did he truly feel that he lived for a lifetime.

Han Feng laughed and repeated firmly: "I like you." He laughed, tears flowing in his eyes again.

Why are treacherous ministers so crying?
Chapter completed!