Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 144

Feeling people's carefulness, the woman smiled enchantingly and affectionately, "It's too late to hurt you, how can I be willing to abuse you, dear baby, don't be afraid, I will open a special channel for you, come back."

【I now regret more and more about taking this bad job QAQ】

【hehe. 】Blame me slightly.

65. Obey, my queen 11

When his consciousness came back, Lin Haotian slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the delicate curtain. The slight dizziness in his mind seemed to remind him of all the things before he fell into a coma. He just moved his body reflexively, but he was sensitively aware of the changes in his body. The sound of shallow breathing.

Unconsciously holding his breath, Lin Haotian turned his head to the side, and saw the person leaning against the bed who had fallen into a shallow sleep at a glance.

It was already night outside the carved window, and the man was sleeping lightly leaning against the head of the bed. The flickering candlelight reflected his delicate skin like porcelain, and the long upturned eyelashes cast a small piece of light under the soft light. Complicated and confusing.

Quietly looking at the person beside the bed, upon waking up, the feeling of suffocation in Lin Haotian's heart that he didn't know where came from was completely filled with warmth at this moment.

It's just that after the warm current of ironing, another more complicated feeling occupies it.

Not satisfied!

Not satisfied with just looking at him quietly like this, not satisfied with the nothingness that is always touched by reaching out like a flower in a mirror, not satisfied with his figure always being so far away from oneself, and not satisfied with his always treating each other like a bosom friend .

Lin Haotian never believed in the so-called love at first sight, not to mention that the other party was still a man, but until he saw this man, these eyes, and him coming from afar under the moon, Lin Haotian knew that his heart could beat so fast as violent.

The heartbeat for the first time in two lifetimes is so close to him.

In his heart, Lin Haotian can disdain anyone in this wild world, except him.

To him, the other party is like the bright moon that can't be reached that day, and like the clear lotus blooming on the top of the snow mountain. He wants to protect, treasure, and monopolize him, just like a giant dragon guarding the treasure that he regards as his life. Don't let others get a glimpse of Yihao.

But... now he doesn't have the capital, let alone the qualifications.

He is weak.

Therefore, he can only suppress all his feelings at the tip of his heart, but all the time, he wants to get closer to him, wants his eyes to stop on him for a moment, wants to appear in front of others side by side with him, and wants to be closer to him. Swear an oath of ownership of this person in front of others.

It belongs exclusively to him, Lin Haotian.

Pulling away all the high-sounding coats, Lin Haotian's eyes were blatantly hot for the first time, as if they were licking his body, drifting away inch by inch, as if they would swallow a person whole in just the next moment.

In a daze, Chu Jingran, who was dozing off, felt something covering his body, and he slowly opened his eyes sleepily.

Lin Haotian's appearance was blurry, and he was still holding a coat in his hand, obviously just covering him with clothes.

Seeing that the person opened his eyes, Lin Haotian apologized, "I woke you up."

Chu Jingran yawned and shook his head, moving his stiff body, "I was just being lazy, is your health better? Is there any other discomfort?"

"It's much better." Lin Haotian paused, and then said: "Are you taking care of me this night?"

Thinking about what the doctor said about reducing the fever, Chu Jingran stretched out his hand to the man's forehead, and said with a teasing smile, "Otherwise, you think it's some confidante."

At the moment when his hands touched his forehead, Lin Haotian felt that his breathing had subconsciously stopped.

Uncontrollably, his gaze moved upwards, and what he saw was a bright wrist like a lotus root exposed in the air between the moon-white brocade robe slipping down.

Meng Zhuo's fingers are slender and well-proportioned, his palms are slightly warm, and the joints are as soft and dexterous as a woman's. He stretches his five fingers together, along the back of his white wrist to his fingertips, and the arc drawn is extremely beautiful.

Different from the boneless dodder flower-like weakness of a woman, it is a kind of curve like an arrow on a string, which contains the great energy of a man's calm and restraint in its beauty.

At this moment, the heart was like a broken regulator, beating violently in Lin Haotian's chest.

Withdrawing his hand, Chu Jingran said, "Well, the fever has subsided, is there any discomfort?"

Looking at the smiling person in front of him, Lin Hao held his breath consciously, and shook his head reflexively.

"I've been asleep for a day, so I must be hungry. I'll have someone prepare some light food for you, and you'll have a rest after you eat it." After speaking, he got up and brought the clear porridge that was placed in a food box by Wen on the table not far away. .

Hold the spoon and blow, and carefully send it to the lips of the person who is half lying on the bed.

The clear porridge enters the mouth, sucks it carefully, swallows it into the throat, it is clearly a light taste, this is engraved in the mouth, but Lin Haotian is as sweet as drinking honey.

From an angle that no one can see, Lin Haotian's gaze