Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 31

Qiao Wan'an didn't react for a while, and stared at him blankly.

He tried to move his fingers lightly, until the severe pain spread to every inch of nerve between his fingers.

He wasn't dreaming, it was indeed Chu Yan who was asking him if it hurts.

Then his nose suddenly became sour, and he blinked vigorously to push back the heat in his eyes.

What should I say?

When he was in pain, Chu Yan didn't care whether he was in pain or not, and would stab him twice in the heart without knowing it.

But when he felt that he was very happy, Chu Yan would care about him tenderly again, and that kind of expression really seemed to love him, exactly at this moment.

How can happy people feel pain?

And people who are in pain will not be cared about no matter how painful they are.

But it was the person in front of him who gave him happiness and pain.

"It doesn't hurt..."

Chu Yan felt that he was obediently obedient at the moment, and he really couldn't understand why he could bear to do those excessive things to He Xiran, but now the atmosphere is good, and it's not easy for him to pursue it.

He took the box and opened it himself, and there was a bright silver watch in the black velvet gift box.

"Like it?"

Qiao Wanan pursed her lips slightly and nodded shyly.

Chu Yan took his hand, "I'll put it on for you."

Qiao Wan'an felt that her appearance was too ugly, she put her hand away slightly, and said with a blushing face, "No...no need."

Unexpectedly, Chu Yan pulled Qiao Wan'an over. Qiao Wan'an was unsteady and was held in his arms.

Chu Yan hugged him from behind, and the warm masculine breath lingered in his ears, tickling his heart.

Qiao Wan'an was thin-skinned, and Chu Yan hadn't been so close to him for a long time. He was wrapped in the man's warm and generous embrace shyly and joyfully, sitting on Chu Yan's lap so stiff that he didn't dare to move. The root of the neck is red.

Chu Yan saw his nervousness, lowered his voice and deliberately whispered in his ear, "I'll help you wear it, huh?"

Qiao Wanan's legs softened in disappointment, and she sat obediently in his arms and let him put on the watch for herself. The cold metal strap made him shrink back slightly.

His frame is relatively small, because he has lost a lot of weight recently, and his wrist bones look a little protruding, which is not so good.

Therefore, the expensive watch looked a little bigger on his hand, like a child stealing an adult's clothes in order to show his maturity, it looked a little funny.

But he still stared at the watch intently, reluctant to look away.

Chu Yan rubbed his wrist gently, "Don't be so picky in the future, it hurts to touch if you are too thin."

Qiao Wan said subconsciously, "I'm not picky."

Chu Yan has been looking at him, seeing the frank love in his eyes when looking at him, seeing his blushing face when he is shy and smiling, seeing him biting his lips and defending aggrievedly. These expressions fall into the eyes of a normal man. There is nothing in it that is not a seductive and unknowing provocation.

Chu Yan's lower abdomen burst into flames, and his throat was a little tight.

He hasn't been able to vent his anger during his business trip for the past few days, and He Xiran is not here at the moment, so he can only look for the person in front of him.

Chu Yan reached out his hand from his back, rubbed it down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Really, let me check..."

Qiao Wan'an's face was flushed, and he couldn't help but snort softly. He had been transfused for two days, but his body was still very weak.

But since He Xiran came back, Chu Yan never touched him again.

After finally getting Chu Yan back in the mood, he didn't dare to disappoint.

Chu Yan probably never learned to be gentle with him. Qiao Wan'an couldn't stand the pain, sobbing, she stretched out her hand to hug him. Seeing him leaning over, Chu Yan thought he was going to kiss her, so she subconsciously recognized her face.

A bit of injury flashed across Qiao Wan'an's eyes, and she couldn't help begging: "Ayan, can you hug me?"

The corners of his eyes were flushed red, and there was a tinge of desolation in his watery pupils, his bright red and soft lips parted slightly, trembling unceasingly, like a beautiful dying rose, desolate and lonely.

Chu Yan's heart trembled violently, his heart beat faster because of physiological reasons, and he always thought it was just like this.

He turned Joe Wanan over and hugged his delicate and trembling body.

Qiao Wanan buried her head in his shoulders and hugged him tightly, her tears smeared on the fabric of her shoulders, which was salty and damp.

But at the moment, contented.

He's got a lot of it.

It was completely dark, but the lights in the room were not turned on, probably because neither of them cared about it.

Qiao Wanan's body had reached its limit, and she was so tired that she collapsed on the bed, her voice hoarse from crying.

It was rare for him to be hugged by Chu Yan and gently patted on the back, seemingly silently comforting him.

Qiao Wan lay on his chest, and the heartbeat of the young male body was calm and powerful, which made people feel extremely reassured.

He didn't know why Chu Yan suddenly treated him so well today, and he didn't think about it, didn't ask, and just acted like a fool who pretended to be deaf and dumb.

As long as he could stay by Chu Yan's side like now, he would be willing to die the next moment.

"are you OK?"

Even though Qiao Wan'an was still in pain, she still hummed lightly, and couldn't help rubbing against his arms presumptuously.

Chu Yan was silent for a moment, and said in the dark: "Ah Ran has a gentle temper, he never meant to hurt you, don't blame him."

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear a response for a long time. Chu Yan couldn't hold back, "I've been with you for so long today, shouldn't it be enough? Don't be so preoccupied..."

"Um……"

Qiao Wan's voice was extremely low and slow, as if he had picked out every single word from his throat.

"I, don't blame him..."

Chu Yan only felt a chill in his chest, and the little head lying on his chest slowly pulled away.

In the dark, Joe got up at night.

With his back to the moonlight, he cast a long shadow on the ground, lonely and cold.

Like an empty shell without a soul.

He bit his lips tightly, tears streaming down his face, but suddenly smiled silently.

Good night Joe...fool.