Liking is possessing, loving is giving

A weak and delicate body

Waiting for the person in his arms to fall asleep, Lu Beihuai only took the time to get up to him to clean up, but also carefully check whether there is any injury, injury is not really, is red and swollen, first take care of the whole body to wipe clean, have not been able to wake up Song Qie has been completely exhausted.

I'm lucky to be able to play because I'm physically weak.

Lu Beihuai sits on the edge of the bed, finally applying medicine to the scabbed right hand, scanning the five loaded t's knotted at the bottom of the bed, and looking at the still spirited young man.

The eyes eventually return to the face behind the sleeping Song Qie.

He looked down and let out a laugh, be content Mad Dog, he's lucky to be in Song Qie's sights.

He cleaned the sleeping man inside and out before picking him up and carrying him out to another suite next to the one he was in.

On the following day, the heavy curtains were cracked to let in a vague source of light.

Dawn.

Instead, the person in his arms began to run a fever.

Lu Beihuai was not a heavy sleeper, and now and then he had to get up and touch Song Qie, and so after an interval of a few hours, that is to say, two or three hours without touching from the break of dawn to the present time, he burned up.

Fever comes on strong, and is the worst fear of heart disease, increasing the load on the heart if it becomes infected.

Song Qie was woken up by the heat, and even felt some difficulty in breathing, and this symptom ......

He cried and gasped and opened his eyes to find that he had been half picked up, and a hand was shoving a pill into his mouth, when the back of his neck was gripped and lifted, and a glass put to his mouth to feed him water.

"Lu Beihuai, I feel a little sick." After drinking the medicine, he looked up at Lu Beihuai.

This face was flushed with an unnatural flush, and the eyes that looked up at the other man were wet with no hint of bravado to show that they were uncomfortable.

Lu Beihuai heard the voice and cursed himself with regret, after putting down the cup of water, he carried Song Qie, who had already woken up, onto his lap, in a face-to-face position, and saw that he was breathing rapidly and tears were falling from his eyes, knowing that when he was ill, he would shed tears because of his intolerance, and his heart was broken.

"You can't play like that anymore."

Song Qie just tasted such a taste, the fledgling meat has not yet been addicted, by Lu Beihuai so said, chest even more stuffy.

He lowered his head and slammed it hard on Lu Beihuai's shoulder, "So annoying."

Lu Beihuai was smashed by this head one after another, his heart itchy mess, this is not in a tantrum with himself or what, he had no choice but to reach out his hand, with his palm to protect this hot forehead, "In annoyed that I'm pestering you?"

"I'm annoying me!" Song Qie lifted her head and looked at Lu Beihuai in a bad mood : "I'm the one who said I'd do it, but I'm not up for it."

There were a few gasps after that.

His chest was really stuffy and uncomfortable, and the unnatural acceleration of his heartbeat made him panic and palpitate.

He raised his arm and wrapped it around Lu Beihuai's neck and cried out, "...... No, it's not comfortable."

Since taking over ' Song Qie ''s body, there were actually not too many cases of heart attack recurrence, but because he had a hard time adapting to the symptoms of heart disease, invariably whenever he couldn't catch his breath, or tachycardia he would intolerably shed tears.

I would have when I was studying in the UK, but there was nothing I could do about it, I had to get through it on my own.

Thin white arms wrapped around his neck could feel the heat transmitted by his skin, but his movements carried a sign of weakness and dependence.

Lu Beihuai was very flattered by this guy's show of weakness, taking him into his arms and smoothing his back as if coaxing a small child, "Calm down first, you can't cry like this every time you're not feeling well, it will increase the burden on your heart, come on, take a deep breath."

"...... I can't help it." Song Qie choked out a sob and just stayed resting on Lu Beihuai's shoulder, unloading all her strength on him.

"Breathe in." Lu Beihuai gently stroked his back and led him in a deep breath, "Breathe out."

The sound that fell on his ears was low and dark, the movement of a deep breath falling deep into his eardrums.

One inhale, one exhale.

The vocals were too sexy and the coaxing tone was gentle.

Song Qie heard this voice began to daze again, last night is to think that this voice gasps very good, how someone's voice is so low and sexy, the breath falls will be inches of restrained hidden, just like now this deep inhale, deep exhale feeling, it is simply tantalizing to the sense of hearing.

The nervous and anxious crying and panting has calmed down a bit, but ......

Lu Beihuai hugged Song Qie took a dozen deep breaths, noticed that his breathing slightly calmed down, and was about to speak, when he felt something ruffling his waist and abdomen, he let go of the person, and inadvertently swept his eyes down, raised his eyes with a smile, and met Song Qie's face full of chagrin and blush.

"What's going on."

Song Qie's cheeks 'swished' with scarlet color at this low, flirtatious emphasis.

He lowered his eyes and silently closed his legs, his movements lustful, and said with a vague stiff upper lip, "It's fine."

"Then is there any discomfort now?" Lu Beihuai wrapped Song Qie in his arms again, and lowered his head to gently kiss the tip of his ear, "I fed you fever-reducing medicine just now, resting for a while should reduce the fever."

The legs that had just been together were naturally parted by the embrace, the knees slightly bent at the sides, the circumference of the straight and slender legs contrasting sharply with that of the seated ones, including the color of the skin.

There were still teeth marks vaguely visible on the ankles that could be held in one hand.

Both were wearing loose robes.

Song Qie was fine when he was carried into his arms like this, but now the whole thing is a little bit not so good, because he didn t wear any internal ...... clothes.

"No rest?" Lu Beihuai prided himself on not wanting to know, allowing the cutie to draw on his waist and belly.

"Want to rest." Song Qie removes her hand in distress, but then thinks about it and looks to Lu Beihuai for help : "But again, I want you to help me."

"Abs can also be used." Lu Beihuai wrapped Song Qie's grasping hand around his waist and abdomen, and said seriously, "Just play with it here even."

Eight-pack abs, well defined.

Song Qie's eyes light up instantly, he's a little embarrassed, but he's eager to try it, and it's like a switch has been flipped after he's tasted it.

Being led by this big hand to draw circles on his abs.

It was only the first stroke before he took a deep breath and looked at Lu Beihuai, his voice on the verge of tears.

This thing is really so happy and comfortable.

He did not dare to think, if there is no heart disease with Lu Beihuai together will be how cool, this person's palm is a thin layer of callus, this layer of callus can get numb and itchy.

Lu Beihuai See Song Qie eyes round through the wet staring at himself, pursed lips, full of happy excitement, and like a cat, and like a puppy dog, this reaction is really too cute.

"Baby, is it still okay?"

Song Qie nods vigorously, "It's so cozy."

Lu Beihuai, amused by the 'three words', raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Like it when a dog coaxes you like that?"

"...... Don't yell at the dog." Song Qie lowered her head, seeing that she was still so energetic, her body was sore and she wanted to play, she thought of something and raised her eyes to Lu Beihuai : "Lu Beihuai."

"Hmm?" Lu Beihuai's hand didn't stop, his eyes never left this face, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face flushed with the redness of a healthy post-exercise blush, beautiful beyond words.

It hadn't taken him a lot of time to go from loathing to suspicion to coveting, but trying to get the other guy to like him had really taken a lot of effort, too long.

But he had no regrets.

Because everything Li Ke says is right.

--Boss, I'm serious. Anyone who loves a man who is gentle and polite and exudes talent is much more attractive than being a rabid dog.

--We have to make the first impression of a normal person when we pursue someone. If you're going crazy, you've got a lot of time on your hands at night, don't you?

Song Qie felt his being ruffled by his firm abs as he looked over to Lu Beihuai : "...... I think, you seem to have changed."

"Where have I changed?"

"I didn't like you like that before, and I can't figure out why you're suddenly mad."

"What about now?"

Song Qie thinks about yesterday, and then last night, and then back to the old days, and how Lu Beihuai has changed since he came to America.

In this full of passive drama in their relationship is also full of contradictions and struggles, he knew the plot so he wanted to try to redeem Lu Beihuai, do not want the original plot to happen, but how did he think that Lu Beihuai, this person is so stubborn, and when he wanted to give up not to save the person instead of not happy, and began to go crazy pestering him, and what nonsense are said out.

Even after the reunion in England this man was still like that, pressing forward, oppressive and possessive.

But it seemed that it was that one time he got angry, and said the decisive words, that the man changed a little.

Then he came to the United States, they became a partnership, the relationship stops at the working relationship, and seems to rub the edge just, every day a Assistant Song, is a cup of millet and pumpkin porridge, thunder sent a whole year, his thermos can be taken out to sell.

Beyond that, there is Lu Beihuai's ability to admit that he is put through a lot of filters by the man's personality, but he has to admit that when the filters are removed, the man's work style is full of charisma.

From that time when he was one step ahead of him in spotting the trend of being shorted, this guy wasn't covering his ass, he was alerting him and making a quick emergency PR move to deal with it.

He admits that he is a bit of an intellectual sexist and likes smart people.

The man's heart for himself he knew, and the hair-raising, experience-simmering, and now felt, as he grew older.

"Now ......"

Song Qie moved closer to him, level with him, gazing into the eyes that reflected his own likeness, his head was hot, his heart was beating fast, but his thoughts were clear: "I'm kind of obsessed with you."

"Lu Beihuai, it's like I could like you."

Liking is an impulse, a reaction stacked up by hormones deposited to a certain level, a physical and psychological reaction.

Beginning to find Lu Beihuai attractive and secure, and even wanting to show off his abilities in front of him.

As it turns out, Lu Beihuai gave him a physical wake-up call like a leavening agent.

It made him unable to hide his emotions.

"Lu Beihuai, I have feelings for you." Song Qie lowered his head, letting his hand release things and snapping into the big, sticky hand of Lu Beihuai.

The palms of both hands were stained with goo, but they didn't feel disgusted.

The slightest sound was loud and clear under each other's breath.

Song Qie raised his eyes to Lu Beihuai again, feeling his eyelids burn and sink a little, he knew he was a little tired and sleepy, but he still wanted to express himself, "Let's be together."

Lu Beihuai never expected Song Qie to say those words.

He restrained nearly two years of self-possession, under these words, the convergence of emotions like a box that broke through the darkness, breathing rapidly, the body slightly trembling, did not sleep well, some bloodshot eyes, the real appearance hidden under the suit instantly disintegrated, at this time is a crazy obsessed with each other obsessed, is trying to gnaw the person from the head to the end of the obsessed man.

"Song Qie."

"Uh-huh."

"We're together?"

"Uh-huh." Song Qie nods, "I promise."

Lu Beihuai's eyes burned, tilted his head back to take a deep breath, sighed heavily, his pursed lips trembled, and finally he couldn't tense up his emotions, and hugged Song Qie tightly into his arms, touching his hot forehead as he tilted his head, and coaxed in a dark, hoarse voice, "Okay, rest, I'll lull you to sleep for a while."

Song Qie buried her head into his shoulder and neck and closed her eyes, "But I'm still bucking."

"It won't move it will die down later."

"Really?"

"Hmm." Lu Beihuai pressed his lips to Song Qie's hair, the tip of his nose skimming over the soft strands, his hand patting his shoulder, "That's how I came to share my experience."

Song Qie was amused and hummed very softly, "Serves her right."

Lu Beihuai recognizes that statement, and yes, he deserved it.

In the past, he would get excited about making Song Qie cry, pissing Song Qie off, or hurting Song Qie in a heart attack.

That's also a good feeling, a morbid one if you will.

At that time, he was very immature, thinking that he could grasp this fragile straw and spend it at will, thinking that by taking revenge on Song Qie, who was not in good health, he could get the pleasure of revenge, and by the time he realized it, it was too late, and he had already been hated, disliked and abandoned.

But now, Song Qie frowned a little, coughing, or uncomfortable, aggrieved, I would like to suffer for him, and even more unwilling to do nothing when he is difficult.

Spin off Cowen Pharmaceuticals and bring it into the U.S. stock market looking for stronger investors also for better technology, he wanted to save Song Qie.

Selling Cowen Pharmaceuticals to Pearl Group was for stronger capital that could support Cowen Pharmaceuticals to continue to operate, and he wanted to save Song Qie.

He knew there was no cure for heart disease, but he wanted Song Qie to live as long as possible.

Also understood one thing in the process.

The biggest difference between liking and loving is that

Liking is possessive and a personal feeling;

Love is giving, with all your heart.

"Song Qie."

Song Qie was dazed, drugged up and sleepy, and he responded with a vague 'hmm'.

Lu Beihuai listened to the response and pressed his cheek against the other's hot skin, the feeling that passed through his chest could no longer be contained, "I love you."

He had thought Song Qie was asleep when he felt a tap on his head.

"I'll keep up with you." Song Qie fights back her sleepiness and tilts her head up to give him a kiss.

Lu Beihuai saw that he was sleepy like this and still had to respond to himself, after crying and laughing, he hugged him and lowered him onto the bed, taking him into his arms, "Alright, sleep."

The air conditioner was operating at the right temperature.

The ice-silk bed covers were cozy against the skin, and the two of them were just the right temperature under the covers.

Song Qie buried her face into Lu Beihuai's chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Go to sleep. When he wakes up, he'll have to look at Lu Beihuai all the time. He'll have to fall in love.

Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes and gazed intently at Song Qie sleeping in the crook of his arm.

He can have nothing.

As long as Song Qie is safe and sound.

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