"I just want you to kiss me." Wu Zhou said in a weak voice, and then urged impatiently, "Hurry up... I want..."
Qianye sighed deeply again. It seems that when it comes to love between men and women, Wu Zhou's behavior has always been honest and unadorned. He doesn't need to care about any emotional reasons or any untimely factors, as long as there is one reason.
That's enough, he wants it.
Slowly she raised her head and kissed his dry lips. The no longer cool and soft touch made her still feel distressed.
He refused to drink any water, and even if a cloth was used to dip his lips, he would avoid it in disgust, as if he hated the taste of water.
Wu Zhou had almost no energy to respond to her kiss, but he obediently let her moisturize his lips and slowly slowed down his breathing, as if he was enjoying it and felt comfortable.
The gentle kiss left his lips and fell on his cheek. Wu Zhou relaxed and raised his head, indicating that those kisses could fall on his neck.
"Qianye... take the initiative..."
Wu Zhou seemed to be dissatisfied with her initiative. He wanted to guide her, but he was too weak to raise his hand, and he frowned impatiently.
"Actually, I'm not willing to do anything to patients." Qianye said frankly. Looking at Wuji's serious illness, if she could still devote herself to teasing him, how much of a beast would she be?
"Not a patient...it won't get worse. It will get better naturally after enough time..."
Qianye's kiss on Wuji's collarbone was suddenly firm. If he thought about it for a moment, he asked: "This time you are suffering from illness among the eight sufferings. Have you... been sick before?"
Wu Zhou used all his strength, raised his arms, and pressed Qianye's head to his chest, "This was not the case before, but I won't die. It will be over in ten days."
Qianye nodded. It seemed that Wu Zhou had indeed been sick before, but it shouldn't have been a symptom of wind-cold last time.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to continue asking, Wu Zhou pressed him on his chest again, almost hitting his nose.
"Qianye, you said you would be good to me, you said... you would be obedient..."
Chiba had no choice but to give a delicate kiss to comfort Muji, who was almost going crazy and irritable. It wasn't until he calmed down a little that he asked: "When was the last time you were sick? What were the symptoms?"
Wu Zhou closed his eyes, an annoyed expression appeared on his face, and pursed his lips tightly. He was obviously dissatisfied with Qianye's performance and refused to speak.
Qianye had no choice but to slowly untie Wu Zhou's clothes, rub his muscles that would ache in the cold, and kiss him. The gentle kisses were like feathers, which seemed like teasing, but she knew that it was actually a tease.
In vain.
"Tell me, okay?"
Wu Zhou's body was trembling slightly, but his breathing was much smoother and more relaxed than before, "A year ago...I had abdominal pain and vomiting blood..."
Qianye's heart suddenly tightened and he continued to ask: "What did you do then? How long did it last?"
"Find a deserted cave... after ten days, you will be as healed as ever..."
"You don't seem to care at all?"
"It's just some torture...well..."
In the middle of Wu Zhou's words, he suddenly stopped with a muffled groan, and Qianye bit the side of his chest, sucking hard as if to vent his anger.
If he was not satisfied with her performance, how could she be satisfied with his answer?
After all this time, he still hasn't gotten rid of his arrogance and arrogance. If he won't die, then does all the torture mean nothing?