After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Chapter 121 I want... I want Xiaojing...

When the palm touched the warm skin, Zong Ying's still slack eyes lit up, and his chaotic and extremely world-weary mental state seemed to be suddenly injected with a shot in the arm.

His curled up body suddenly straightened up, he leaned forward, and asked cautiously and urgently: "Xiaojing, are you back? I've been waiting for you at home. I've been waiting... for a long time."

Hang Jing said the name of "Zong Ying", as if to actively respond to the other party, he pressed the slightly trembling palm on his face, and the whole palm fit on his face, then he tilted his neck and rubbed back and forth a few times .

Zong Ying took a deep breath, flipped his palm over, and took hold of the hand that was attached to the back of his hand, clasping his fingers tightly, as if holding the whole world in his hands excitedly.

"Xiaojing, I've been waiting for a long time, why don't you go home?"

"I miss you very much, I miss you very much..."

This house is the wedding room of the two, but there are not many traces of their living together.

Hang Jing experienced the cold reception of his married life for three years here, while Zong Ying survived the four-year susceptibility period alone after Hang Jing's death.

However, this place is the common home of the two of them.

Hang Jing's hand was firmly held by Zong Ying, and he didn't move even when it hurt a little.

He said softly: "It's my fault, I came back late."

"Zongying, it's my fault to leave you alone at home."

It was still snowing outside, and the curtains in the room were drawn tightly. The heat brought by the susceptible period began a new round of climbing, and the pheromones isolated the cold outside.

Zongying's collar was torn apart by himself before, and it was loosely opened. The exposed desire made every inch of his skin scream silently, wanting to plunder and possess.

"No, no, I'm not good, I did something wrong."

Zong Ying's face was covered with sweat, and his breathing became disordered.

His pheromones were pouring out continuously, and when he thought that he was attacking the city against the air again with his tyrannical aura, he suddenly found that this time was different from usual.

It found a most familiar and favorite existence in the house that it had marked many times.

Without any fingerprints at all, the green bamboo after the rain that found the target swept away towards Hang Jing.

Even if AA is not mutually exclusive, the impact of multiple markings still made Hang Jing unconsciously squint his eyes, and his expression couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or happy.

Sweating all over his body, Hang Jing simply took off his coat, leaving only a close-fitting underwear, which still couldn't withstand the heat in the room.

Zong Ying's mind became more and more confused, his eyes turned back and forth on Hang Jing's face, and he murmured: "Xiao Jing, my susceptibility period has begun again, can you go to the next door and stay for a while, don't go! Just Stay next door."

"Why? I know you are in a susceptible period."

Hang Jing let Zongying's alpha pheromone tease his heart, and the temperature of his fingertips also rose, and he gently hooked Zongying's palm, drawing circles of ripples.

"Zongying, the susceptible period is so uncomfortable, you don't tell me, you want me to avoid it?"

Obviously you need me so much, but you don't say anything.

Even if there was no way at first, Zong Ying never mentioned it once in the past two years.

This is no longer a matter of companionship, but of healing.

The only medicine that can relieve the pain is right in front of him. How did this man manage to restrain himself?

If he hadn't happened to return to China this time and met Fei Wan again, when would Zong Ying plan to hide it?

Zong Ying opened his eyes, his whole body was unbearably hot, and his brain was so hot that it was about to explode.

He mechanically rolled his eyeballs left and right, and saw a blurry, illusory figure, and everything around him disappeared.

I can't recognize who the person in front of me is, my memory is messed up, my thinking is messed up, and my ability to discern is also declining.

The few instincts he had left kept him from rejecting the figure in front of him.

Hang Jing, who was always paying attention to the changes in Zongying's state, asked again: "Zongying, you haven't answered yet, why don't Xiaojing stay with you?"

Zong Ying lowered his head, took a deep breath of the fragrance of the camellia he was holding, and murmured: "Xiao Jing is afraid of pain, I will hurt him."

"I can't make Xiaojing angry anymore. When he is angry, he ignores me..."

"I can bear it, as long as I have these flowers. I can bear it, and it will pass after I bear it."

His eyes fell on the camellia in Zong Ying's hand. The flowers were in full bloom, and the petals were moist and delicate. Hang Jing saw it, and suddenly reached out and pressed the flower pot.

"give it to me……"

"no……"

Zong Ying tightly protected the flower and refused to let go, "Mine, this is mine...the camellia is mine!"

"Zong Ying, let go."

"I do not!"

Zong Ying persisted, even turned half of his body, turned sideways to Hang Jing, and hid the flowers, "I only have this, don't take it away... I haven't thought of a way to get Xiao Jing back, and Xiao Jing hasn't willing……"

"I just miss him so much... This is the smell of Xiaojing, I hold it and smell it, it will be fine..."

The upside-down words and chaotic logic, although he knew that this person was unconscious now, but the more this happened, the more sour Hang Jing felt in his heart.

"I'm not unwilling, Zong Ying, I'm back, and I'm back to accompany you."

He leaned forward, leaned over to press Zong Ying, released a trace of pheromone, and secretly squeezed his hands, "What's the point of you holding a potted flower? Is this thing more fragrant than mine? Do you want it or not me? "

Different from the faint scent of flowers in his hands, the scent of pheromones can penetrate from the skin into the bones of a person. Zong Ying moved his nose and was in a trance. The flowerpot in his hand had been taken away.

A warm body fell into his arms, he hugged instinctively, leaned closer, and buried his head in the other's neck, just for a second, like an addict who was addicted to it, there was no way to leave.

"It's the taste of Xiaojing..."

"it's me……"

Hang Jing pressed the back of Zongying's head and sighed, "Zongying, I'm here, don't care about those flowers, and don't want those rags."

"You have me, no matter how much pheromone you want, I can give it to you."

Lost his own body, lost his previous identity, couldn't justly stand beside the person he liked, even because he died once, in this world, he even had to hide who he was.

But God finally left Hang Jing something that belongs to him alone.

His pheromone is now the only medicine that can appease Zong Ying.

"Zongying, if I never come back, what will you..."

Zong Ying heard it, but didn't understand it.

His thinking ability is now sluggish, and his thoughts are chaotic.

But he hugged the person in his arms tightly for the first time, and smelling the reassuring scent on his body, he replied: "Then I will continue to wait, and wait forever."

Hang Jing thought for a while and asked, "What if I can't wait?"

"If you really can't wait... When Zong Xi grows up, I, I'll go find... find Xiaojing..."

Zong Ying closed his eyes, focused on the pheromone aroma under his nose, completely unaware of what he said, those deep thoughts in his heart, just said it casually.

"Don't be stupid, how can I be willing to..."

Hang Jing read a few words with great difficulty, his eyes turned red, and tears fell down with a snap.

With water in his eyes, he opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, but only gasped intermittently, suppressing the crying in his throat.

The room was very quiet, but Zong Ying noticed something was wrong from the two entangled heavy breathing sounds.

"Why are you crying?"

He raised his head from his licked shoulder, turned his face to look at Hang Jing, "Did I hurt you?"

Zong Ying let go of his hand in a panic, muttering "I'm sorry", and pulled Hang Jing to find where there was any broken skin and bleeding on his body. Finally, his distracted eyes fell on the right hand resting on his waist.

"Is it, is your hand hurting again?"

Zong Ying asked carefully, protecting the smooth and complete wrist in the palm of his hand, rubbing it lightly, and coaxing nervously, "I'll rub it for you, and it won't hurt after rubbing it. Don't be angry, don't be angry." Go, I can't find you when you're gone, I tried many ways to get you back, but none of them succeeded."

"I have bought back all the assets you gave for me. My problems have also been corrected, Xiaojing, don't leave me."

"I won't hurt you again in the future. If your hand hurts, I'll rub it for you every day. Soon, soon it won't hurt..."

Hang Jing stared at Zong Ying, watching him anxiously and carefully rubbing his intact right wrist, his eyes were even more moist.

"I'm not in pain, and I'm not angry."

Holding Zongying's hand, Hang Jing leaned over, moved his knee in the direction, and buried himself in Zongying's arms.

He grabbed Zong Ying's loose collar, and the words he said turned into whispers with a special atmosphere, "Zong Ying, I love you so much, how could I be angry with you."

"You are Zong Ying, my favorite Zong Ying..."

The attraction of pheromones with deep markings to each other is reciprocal.

Zong Ying needs Hang Jing's pheromone to comfort him, and Hang Jing is also addicted to Zong Ying's pheromone.

He leaned on Zongying's chest, rubbed the sweaty skin with his lips, traced the lines of his muscles, and between the opening and closing of his lips, the tip of his tongue protruded and rolled the pheromone-laden sweat into his mouth .

Total fanfare.

Zong Ying froze for a moment, not daring to move.

After Hang Jing chuckled a few times, he released a large amount of pheromones without hesitation. The smell of camellias immediately suppressed the fragrance of flowers in the house, and the fragrance from fresh flowers was washed away by the S-level pheromones. There is no sense of presence.

The two pheromones were excitedly entangled in an instant.

"Zongying, is the susceptible period uncomfortable?"

"Difficult, uncomfortable..."

The tip of Hang Jing's tongue licked his collarbone, shoulders, neck, and jaw all the way along his chest, and finally teased him again and again at the chin, just to stop touching Zongying's lips on purpose.

"Then what do you want now?"

Zong Ying was almost driven crazy by the damp heat sprinkled on his cheeks, his mind was already in a mess, but now it was even more blank.

"I want, I want...I want Xiaojing..."

Hang Jing narrowed his eyes and silently bent his mouth. He turned his head and breathed into Zong Ying's ear, releasing more pheromones with obvious intentions, and read a sentence warmly and softly──

"Come and get it, I'll give you all the scenes." At the end of yesterday's chapter, when Gu Zhijin said to Zong Ying, "I am your Hang Jing, I'm back", the perspective automatically switched to Hang Jing.

Because at this time, he cast aside all the shackles in his heart, and only had Zong Ying in his eyes as "Hang Jing".

Similarly, what Zong Ying needs at this time is "his Hang Jing", not a "Gu Zhijin" who is burdened with many shackles in his heart.

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