Silent Lover 2 (Tanhua) - Chap 17
Chapter 17 You have to remember me (serial version)
There was a bloodstain on the screen, which was dyed bright red, which was shocking.
Jun Qiyu froze for a moment when she turned her head.
“What’s wrong with you?”
His tough and fierce tone softened a little, mainly because he was shocked. Song Liqing didn’t seem to be such a vulnerable person, why did he suddenly vomit blood?
“Are you sick?” Jun Qiyu still couldn’t believe it.
Song Liqing breathed a sigh of relief, his slightly dry lips were stained with a lot of blood, and there were also blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his constricted chest became much more open.
“No…” Song Liqing shook his head, “It’s all right.”
Song Liqing wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up. He went to the washbasin and poured cold water on his face to wash away the blood.
Jun Qiyu looked at him silently from behind.
Song Liqing thought he was blaming himself for spitting blood on the screen.
“I’m sorry, I made your screen dirty. I’ll try to see if I can clean it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give you one as a compensation. It’s made by Tiangongfang…”
“Okay, it’s just a screen.”
Jun Qiyu clicked her tongue.
He felt a little uncomfortable. Song Liqing had made the distinction between you and me too clearly, which meant that he didn’t recognize Qilin Mansion from the bottom of his heart.
It’s strange, obviously I want to force him to leave, but I don’t get recognized, so I feel unhappy.
“Would you like to call a doctor to have a look?”
I don’t know what happened, but no matter whether he was terminally ill or Jun Qiyu humiliated him, Song Liqing didn’t cry any more. Instead, after hearing Jun Qiyu’s words of concern, his eyes were sore, and he couldn’t bear it any longer. Can not help, tears rolling down.
“Qiyu… are you caring about me?”
Song Liqing turned around, wiped away her tears, and put on a smile.
Jun Qiyu looked at his red eyes, Song Liqing seemed to have lost weight in the past few days, with a feeling of weakness that was pitiful to the heavens.
Jun Qiyu would have softened her heart if she hadn’t known that he was duplicity.
He said coldly, “I just want to remind you, don’t vomit blood all over the room next time.”
“Well, it won’t happen. Qi Miao prescribed a medicine for me, and it won’t be like this after taking it.”
When Qi Miao was mentioned, Jun Qiyu became furious.
“You cut off contact with him, it’s better than taking medicine!”
“But……”
Just as Song Liqing wanted to explain, Jun Qiyu bullied him. He was much taller than Song Liqing, and he had an arrogant temper. Song Liqing was oppressed to keep his mouth shut.
“No, but, there is absolutely no room for undisciplined people around me. You’d better not let me know that you are still flirting outside.”
After finishing speaking, Jun Qiyu put one arm around Song Liqing’s back, and the other hand held his waist. He pinched and rubbed it a few times. Song Liqing’s waist was originally flat enough to have no excess fat, but today it seemed to be even thinner.
“I won’t.” Song Liqing said in a low voice.
Jun Qiyu stopped talking, he stared at the mole on Song Liqing’s neck, and had a hot reaction.
In fact, he found that although Song Liqing was jerky and ignorant in bed affairs, passive and unaware of changes, and not as skilled as Hu Nuer, he always had a wonderful sense of fit.
Maybe it’s the novelty.
Jun Qiyu seemed to have just gotten a new toy, and she was happy to spend time with Song Liqing on this matter, which seemed to be a bit of a taste.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be courting every day and stay in the main courtyard.
Jun Qiyu reached out and stroked Song Liqing’s mole, then stopped along the way and pried open his collar.
Song Liqing came to his senses and grabbed Jun Qiyu’s aggressive hand.
“Qiyu, no.”
Jun Qiyu is not used to being rejected by others, which easily irritates him.
“What? After meeting Qi Miao, you don’t want to be touched by me?”
“No!” Song Liqing begged, “I can’t do it today… You can let me recuperate well these few days, can you?”
“Aren’t you already well? It’s just a spit of blood, and it’s not a big deal.”
Jun Qiyu was the one who wanted to force her the more she was obstructed. He shook off Song Liqing’s hand, pressed Song Liqing’s body into his arms, and bowed his head to ask for a kiss.
Song Liqing flinched back.
“Qiyu, calm down, wait a few days for me to recover, okay?”
Jun Qiyu was young and energetic, and the overflowing energy had nowhere to vent, and he no longer cared about it. He grabbed Song Liqing’s back hair and made him face him on his back.
“This is what you said about loving me? Not even willing to satisfy me? Huh?”
Song Liqing looked into his lustful eyes, and lowered his violently resisting hands.
Song Liqing knew it was wrong, but how could he refuse Jun Qiyu?
Jun Qiyu is his weakness.
Sensing his compromise, Jun Qiyu hugged him sideways and carried him to the bed.
When Jun Qiyu hugged him, Song Liqing actually felt the warmth of being cared for, like a heart lifted from the cold deep water.
Song Liqing looked at Jun Qiyu’s angular chin with blue stubble. He really grew up, and he couldn’t control it at all.
He has broad shoulders, strong arms, and warm embrace.
“Why are you so light?”
Jun Qiyu frowned.
Song Liqing was lighter than he imagined.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t it easy?”
Song Liqing hugged Jun Qiyu’s neck, scolding him for being contemptuous and self-deprecating, or for being greedy, he needs this little tenderness too much.
He is afraid of the cold and the dark.
It is said that the world after death is cold and dark, buried underground and dark.
“Not good.” Jun Qiyu said casually, “It looks like it will be blown away by the wind when you follow.”
Song Liqing’s eyes were wet and hot, and he murmured: “If I was blown away by the wind one day, would you be sad?”
Jun Qiyu found his words inexplicable, and didn’t want to answer such childish questions.
“Won’t.”
Song Liqing hummed, and buried her head on Jun Qiyu’s shoulder.
Jun Qiyu didn’t know how much disappointment was contained in his light reply, and put him on the bed, but Song Liqing refused to let go, hugged his neck, and kept pressing his forehead on his shoulder.
“Qiyu.”
Song Liqing’s voice was muffled, as if crying.
“Qiyu, no matter what happened before, I don’t want to be entangled anymore, can you…can you be nicer to me in the future?” Song Liqing choked up.
Jun Qiyu was full of anger and blood, and felt that what Song Liqing said today had no beginning or end, so he didn’t agree to his humble prayer.
The curtain came down.
Hibiscus tent shadow, go to the clouds and rain together.
“Qiyu…Qiyu! Qiyu—”
The time is long and the time is short, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched.
It seems that he is calling his name in various scene tones, working hard to remember this name in his heart and engrave it in his soul.
Jun Qiyu was so called that she didn’t know why, as if flying through the clouds and driving the fog, heartily.
“You have to remember me.”
Song Liqing said.
If I die, you have to remember me.
