"I can't feel anything except pain." Lu Zhen closed his eyes.
Waking up was full of pain, he was already too irritable.
Suddenly he felt a warm lips. He opened his eyes and saw Nolan's deep gaze. Nolan whispered, "Close your eyes."
Lu Zhen closed his eyes again, Nolan's kiss fell down, and naturally kissed his lips, as warm as the wind, pushing his tongue in, but not crazy, it was incredibly gentle, just like the warmth accumulated over the years.
Nolan kissed with sincerity without any slap. Lu Zhen also felt it carefully, responded actively, and supported each other.
“Is this pain?”
Lu Zhen was stunned and shook his head slightly. This was naturally not pain.
"Look, as long as you are attentive, there are still many beautiful things, love and hope, they are always there, as long as you are willing to open your heart, Xiao Zhen, as long as you need it, I am always by your side."
Lu Zhen didn't want to say anything.
The next day, Nolan went to work. Michael asked what was wrong with his forehead. Nolan said lightly, "I accidentally bumped it."
He himself didn't believe this kind of lie, let alone Michael.
But Michael asked nothing again.
Lu Zhen is still unwilling to talk about what happened to him in prison.
Xiaoxue also kept silent. Every time she asked her, she said she didn't know.
If Lu Zhen didn't want to say it, Nolan would never know.
He could only watch Lu Zhen, having nightmares every day, immersing in those pains. Lu Zhen even dared not sleep, and the room was always covered with curtains. He was afraid of the sun and refused everyone's concern.
Nolan, An Xiaoyao, etc., were all excluded from the heart.
No one knows what he is thinking.
He was silent, serious, and dazed all day. Once, at night, Nolan came over from get off work and saw Lu Zhen pulling the curtains open. He sat in a wheelchair, the floor-to-ceiling window opened, and he could fall down a little bit.
Nolan's heart was quickly cold and frantically pulled him back, falling down the floor-to-ceiling window.
"What are you doing? What are you thinking just now?" Nolan yelled, his voice almost shrill. Lu Zhen sat in a wheelchair with a wooden expression, covered with a thin blanket, as if he was too thin and looked pitiful.
The lines on the face are so hard.
"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to see the night view of New York." Lu Zhen looked at him mockingly, "What do you think I want to be? Go and die?"
Nolan was stopped and couldn't speak for a moment.
Yes, he thought Lu Zhen’s short-sightedness.
Sometimes life and death are just a thought. If he waver just now, as long as he pushes the wheelchair, he will fall down. No matter how capable he is, he will not be able to survive.
The choice of life and death is sometimes very simple.
...
Lu Zhen looked at Nolan who was panting with a frightening look on his face. He suddenly smiled coldly, "I'm scared? What are you afraid of? I'm dead, everyone is clean."
Nolan almost punched him. As soon as he took a step forward, Lu Zhen took a step back in the sliding wheelchair, "Don't get close to me."
He did not allow Nolan to get close to him.
Nolan didn't know why.
If it weren't for Lu Zhen's sake, he would have punched him, he would never have expected that Lu Zhen would have such a side.
Vicious, cold, like a poisonous snake.
Selfish, regardless of other people's mood, every word is trampled on the hearts of others.
He was covered in stings, as if he was going to stab everyone around him.