It took Song Heng a long time to react, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't go back..."
He lowered his head, with bitterness on the tip of his tongue, "If that's the case, I'd rather you not come!"
When he missed her the most, when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to find her, she came.
Stay and eat with him, buy groceries with him, worry about him, be nervous about him, don’t reject him...
He foolishly thought that she was coming back.
It turned out that everything was his illusion.
How could this woman be so cruel.
Give him a glimmer of hope, and then push him into an abyss of more pain and despair.
Now she still looked at him with cruel eyes and said in a calm tone: "Brother Song, I just want to celebrate your birthday."
"Birthday..."
He laughed self-deprecatingly, his back trembling with laughter, and there was anger in his eyes as he smiled.
"Did I fucking say I wanted to celebrate this birthday?! Lu Xinting, I don't need your pity, who do you think you are! Why do you think you are so self-righteous! Why do you want to celebrate my birthday with me? Do I need to celebrate this birthday?!"
he yelled at her.
Lu Xinting was startled, then stared at him quietly, "Okay, then let me go."
He didn't move, even more rigid than before.
Lu Xinting pushed him away desperately.
Normally, she wouldn't be able to push him with her strength, but her hand probably pressed on his injury, and he shuddered, and she pushed him down on the bed.
The bed was very soft, but his back was injured and he almost fainted from the pain when he fell on the bed.
Hearing his rapid breathing, Lu Xinting resisted looking at him, quickly put on her clothes, stood up and left.
Song Heng suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Don't go, I'm sorry, I just..."
Realizing that she was about to withdraw her hand, he hurriedly got up, hugged her waist and spoke incoherently, "What I just said were all angry words. I don't want to let you go, and I don't want you to simply come to celebrate my birthday. I …I want you back.”
Lu Xinting stood by the bed, with her back to him, shook her head, and raised her hand to pull the hand around her waist.
"Let go."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let me go!"
"Let go..."
"No."
The veins in his arms bulged, and even if his whole body ached from being torn apart, he still had to hold her tight with all his strength.
"Song Heng!" Lu Xinting noticed his intention and yelled at him angrily, "Let me go!"
He's hugging him so tightly despite all the injuries on his body? ! He doesn't want his life?
Song Heng's face was pale. Different from his tense body, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "Aren't you going to celebrate my birthday with me? Is it time to leave?"
Lu Xinting couldn't break his hand, she lowered her head and sighed, "What do you want."
"I want to make a wish."
Lu Xinting shook her head, "I can't achieve it."
"No! You can do it, you can do it!"
His reaction was sudden and violent. When he realized it, he gritted his teeth and lowered his voice little by little, "Stay... stay tonight..."
"I haven't been as happy as I am today for a long time..."
"Don't wake me up so quickly, okay, please..."
His prayers pierced Lu Xinting's heart like a needle. He was like a drowning person. If she left tonight, he might really drown himself in it.
Lu Xinting was silent for a long time, then slowly sat down on his lap, "I allow you to be willful for the last time."
He lowered his head and buried his face in her back, "Thank you, thank you..."
Lu Xinting turned around and hugged him, "Okay, don't hug him so tightly. I'll hug you."
Song Heng froze, lowered his head on her chest, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Brother Song, are you crying?"
He didn't speak and controlled his body to tremble less.
Lu Xinting touched his head, reached to the bedside, and turned off all the lights in the room.
The surroundings fell into darkness, and Lu Xinting held his face, "I have decided to stay. No matter what happens tomorrow, just have a good time tonight, okay?"
"……good."
Lu Xinting kissed his lips, but she kissed the corner of his mouth, and tasted the salty taste. She ignored it and pressed her lips against his, trying to enter his territory. He was stunned, and immediately released his teeth to let her in.
He did not respond immediately, and his body was still very tense. Lu Xinting was not in a hurry, and kissed him slowly. His mood finally stabilized, and he began to fall into lust and love, entangled with her.
Lu Xinting didn't dare to touch him with her hand, so she could only let it go down.
Song Heng gasped and tried to press her down.
"Wait, did the doctor say you can do strenuous exercise?"
"...Okay."
"Stop moving, let me be on top."
Song Heng thought for a while and said, "Okay."
"But why are you lying down..."
"..."
"Forget it, I'm still down there."
Song Heng grabbed her waist and stopped her from moving, "Let you be on top."
"That……"
"Come on me."
In the dark room, Lu Xinting held his neck and sat astride his lap. Occasionally, the car lights flashed by, and two shadows were reflected on the wall, rising and falling.
Lu Xinting said in an uneven tone, "By the way...how do you usually sleep?"
He raised his head from her chest, "Leave it sideways, or lie on the table."
"No wonder you feel like you haven't had a good rest."
"I slept all day today."
"Are you reminding me that you won't sleep tonight?"
"Yeah, but you have to sleep."
"I think there's a good chance I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Song Heng dragged her waist, "You can hurry up."
"No, what if I tear your injury? Take your time." Lu Xinting opened his hand and controlled the frequency.
"...You are torturing me."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Really, this speed is more uncomfortable than letting him hold it in.
Forget it, she wants to play, let her play.
After it was over, Lu Xinting came out of the shower and saw the man sitting on the bed waiting for her, but he was smoking. Judging from his depressed figure and slow movements, he was probably thinking about something and was in a very low mood.
Song Heng didn't notice that Lu Xinting was looking at him. When he was flicking the ashes from his cigarette, he seemed to notice something and raised his head, "Why don't you come over here?"
"You look like an old man sometimes."
She smiled, walked over, lifted the quilt and got into bed, "Stop smoking."
He didn't listen. When he raised his hand to suck, she blocked his lips.
He paused, immediately reached out to put out the cigarette, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her deeper.
"Brother Song, as promised, don't think about sad things, and happy birthday."
Before he could say anything, his wrists felt cold, and then they were restrained with a soft sound.
Song Heng lowered his head in surprise. It was a watch.
Lu Xinting coughed, "Didn't your previous piece break into pieces due to a fight? I guess I can't repair it, so I'll give you a new one. It cost me two bags of money, but I feel so distressed."
He didn't speak for a long time.
Lu Xinting looked at him, "Don't you like it?"
He immediately raised his head and said, "No, I like it, I like it very much."
"Then what are you thinking about."
He was silent for a while, "This is the first birthday gift I have ever received."
She chuckled, "What a coincidence, this is also the first time I have given someone such an expensive birthday gift."
