One Hundred and Sixty-Three Final Chapter (IV)

"Later?" Wen Yanzhi chewed on these two words, with a deep smile in his eyes, "You mean, we can still have a future?"

"So, you think there is no future?" Jing Rong said seriously.

"Of course there is!" Wen Yanzhi said almost immediately, and then, expressing his sincerity strongly, he said: "As long as you say there is, then we will definitely have it!"

Jing Rong curled his lips.

In his heart, a warm feeling was rippling.

"I heard from your brother-in-law that you will be away for two years. And you can't come back in these two years." Wen Yanzhi spoke to him close to his ear.

"Well, I don't plan to come back." Jing Rong said bluntly.

Because of his hand injury, his painting skills with his left hand are much worse than before. He must work harder to catch up with his classmates, or even surpass them.

He can't allow himself to become a useless person. He can't let his dream go away from him.

Wen Yanzhi sighed: "You are so ruthless."

He rubbed Jing Rong's head, "You said I, how could I like such a ruthless and ungrateful little villain like you?"

Jing Rong did not defend himself.

"Jingrong, since you are leaving, can I ask you for another gift?"

"What?" Jingrong looked up at him.

"A gift that I can always remember." Wen Yanzhi poked the boy's chest with his hand, "You can leave, but leave your heart to me."

"..." Jingrong hesitated for a moment before saying, "I can't give it to you. Change it."

"Fuck!" Wen Yanzhi was so angry that he cursed, "Why can't I give it to you? You even gave me your body, why can't you give me your heart? You bastard, you don't like me, but you still sleep with me?"

"Wen Yanzhi, you are such an idiot!" Jingrong rolled his eyes at him and cursed back.

How can I give him something that I have already given him again?

"I am an idiot? It's fine if you don't give it to me, but you dare to call me an idiot. I think you deserve a beating." Wen Yanzhi said, sitting up, turning the boy over, and slapping him hard on the buttocks.

Jingrong lay on the pillow,

never resisted. At last, he suddenly said in a low voice: "Don't contact me in the next two years."

Wen Yanzhi was shocked.

The action in his hand suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?"

He thought he had heard wrong.

Jingrong turned around and looked at him, "Didn't you always say that you were only interested in me for a while?"

"I just said it casually, I take it back now." Wen Yanzhi was the best at being a rogue.

Jingrong shook his head, "Once you say it, you can't take it back."

Wen Yanzhi frowned, "What do you want?"

Jingrong looked at him, "Give us two years."

"..."Wen Yanzhi didn't say anything, just stared at Jingrong solemnly.

Jing Rong sat up and looked at him, "If you are no longer interested in me two years later, you will take back what you said today."

"Am I so untrustworthy?"

"No." Jing Rong said, "I am afraid that you have not figured out your own thoughts. You have never been single for two years, and I don't want to restrict you. If you are not interested in me in the future, you are still free."

Wen Yanzhi sneered, "You are really a good lover. Generous, sensible, and considerate. Tell me, where can I find a lover like you?"

It was a compliment, but every word he said was ironic.

"Then what do you want me to do more?" Jing Rong looked at him, "When one day you suddenly lose interest in me, do you want me to cry and beg you to come back like any girl you dumped before? Or do you want me to cling to you like others?"

"Have you never thought that I won't lose interest in you?"

Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi seriously, pursed his lips lightly, and then said: "This is the first time you are interested in a man. I don't have such strong confidence that I can control you. I don't want to make myself too embarrassed when that day really comes."

Jing Rong's words shocked Wen Yanzhi.

He originally thought that Jing Rong didn't like him enough, so he could be so free and easy, so rational. But now it seems that it is actually himself who makes him too insecure.

That's right.

Jing Rong's past is blank, and his emotional experience is a blank sheet of paper.

But he is different. His experience has already messed up this sheet of paper. Only, the appearance of the boy made him regret and hate that he had never left a large blank for him to add bright colors to himself.

"Okay, then I promise you." Wen Yanzhi said, "I am free for these two years, and so are you."

He paused, "I will also let you go free. If you fall in love with someone else over there, whether it is a boy or a girl, I will also let you go free."

Jing Rong felt a little sour in his heart.

He hadn't finished what he said just now. What he wanted to say was that even if he didn't want to restrain Wen Yanzhi, even if he was free, even if he was no longer interested in himself, he didn't want him to be interested in other people.

But that's not what Wen Yanzhi said.

Jing Rong rushed over and bit his lips. He pressed Wen Yanzhi under him. Wen Yanzhi reached out to hug him, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it on his head.

He looked up at Wen Yanzhi with cold eyes. Wen Yanzhi's eyebrows jumped, "Jing Rong, you don't want to..."

"You came the first two times, even if I'm on you now, it's fair."

Wen Yanzhi's lips twitched, "It's indeed fair. But... can you do it?"

This question was an insult to Jing Rong. Men, whether they are mature men or teenagers like him, spare no effort in maintaining male dignity.

Jing Rong snorted, "We'll know if it works if we try."

After that, he leaned over and held Wen Yanzhi's Adam's apple.

His hand imitated him and slid between Wen Yanzhi's legs.

"Fuck!" Wen Yanzhi cursed, "Jing Rong, don't mess with me!"

He wanted to lift the boy, but the next moment, the boy's lips fell on his chest. He trembled all over and his hands were powerless. Looking at the boy's smug look, Wen Yanzhi felt soft in his heart.

Forget it!

If he really wants it, then what if he gives it to him once?

In this relationship, he has always been passive. As long as Jing Rong wants it and as long as he can give it, he is willing to give it to him.

Anything is fine.

When Jing Rong went crazy, he was like a little wolf cub, biting many marks on his body.

Wen Yanzhi held his head, picked him up from the sweaty body, and panted: "Have you bitten enough? If you don't do something, don't blame me for being beastly and killing you."

Jing Rong's eyes were bright with lust.

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Today's update is finished~~