The president is dying every day

Chapter 28 I want to monopolize your life

Ren Chuan said that sleeping with him is really sleeping with him. He stood barefoot at the door of Jiang Huan's ward, holding his own pillow in his arms, with a circle of red around his eyes, looking at Jiang Huan from bottom to top, all the words It's all written in a pair of eyes.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Huan blocked the door with his tall body. He was silent, and found that his bottom line was ruined by Ren Chuan again and again.

Ren Chuan tentatively stretched out a hand, holding onto the corner of Jiang Huan's clothes, his nails scraping against the buttons, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Huan turned around silently and walked into the ward. Ren Chuan led him in by the hem of his clothes. The door was closed with a click, and the room became a little paradise for two people.

Ren Chuan put his pillow on the right side of Jiang Huan's pillow, and patted it twice to make the down inside more fluffy.

Jiang Huan stood at the window and finished smoking a cigarette, then turned his head to look at Ren Chuan who was sitting on his hospital bed, and suddenly felt a little surprised, he was obviously invaded by Ren Chuan, but he didn't have the slightest intention to drive him away mean.

"Stop smoking." Ren Chuan kindly reminded him, "Smoking so much in advanced liver cancer."

Jiang Huan subconsciously stubbed out the cigarette, coughed, "Well, I won't smoke anymore."

"Go to sleep." Ren Chuan patted the hospital bed, "Come on, Brother Chuan will sing you a lullaby."

Jiang Huan let out a laugh, stretched out his fingers and flicked his forehead, "How old am I? How old are you?"

He intended to remind Ren Chuan that he had stopped listening to lullabies for a long time since he was such a big man. Who knew that Ren Chuan looked at him for a while and called out, "Brother."

Jiang Huan was taken aback.

This was really embarrassing, Ren Chuan suddenly turned over and covered his head with the quilt, pretending to be dead and not moving.

Jiang Huan poked him, Ren Chuan moved two centimeters, poked him again, and moved another two centimeters.

"You should save me some space." Jiang Huan really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You didn't come to sleep with me, you came to occupy my bed."

Ren Chuan gave him half of the way, with his back facing Jiang Huan. Jiang Huan lifted the quilt, his back was injured, so he could only lie on his side, with the tip of his nose against Ren Chuan's hair, and he could smell a pleasant scent of green grass.

Jiang Huan didn't know what was wrong, he sniffed deeply like a drunkard, wishing to engrave this smell in his memory, store it, and put a label with the name Ren Mingchuan on it.

Ren Chuan turned around suddenly, Jiang Huan was unprepared, the lips of the two rubbed each other, and they both froze.

The back of Jiang Huan's heart was covered with a layer of hot sweat, sweat beads on the wound, stinging, he pinched Ren Chuan's chin, stared at him, with a rogue smile on the corner of his mouth, "Huh? Not only crawling on the bed , still throwing yourself into your arms?"

Ren Chuan had no intention of reassuring himself at all, and with a smirk, he stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Huan's chest. Just as he was about to tease him, his fingertips touched the layers of gauze.

It was as if an invisible needle suddenly stabbed his heart.

Jiang Huan also fell silent.

The word AIDS is like the guillotine of death, with lingering ghosts, discrimination, torture, and illness, turning into a living nightmare.

Jiang Huan noticed Ren Chuan's panic, lowered his head, pressed him on his chest, and sprayed the hot air on his ears, "Don't be afraid."

It was strange for two big men to squeeze into a small hospital bed, not to mention that one was still pressed against the other's chest. There was an embarrassing and ambiguous temperature in the air.

Ren Chuan sniffed, indulged himself into Jiang Huan's embrace, his heart throbbing, "If it's true, I..."

"If it's true, it's also my fate." Jiang Huan was very sure, "You don't need to blame yourself."

The two bodies were close to each other, and the skin was soaked with a thin layer of sweat. Ren Chuan didn't know what happened. For the first time, he lay on the same bed with someone without any desire. He just wanted to touch his hands and feet, so close embraced.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Huan whispered in Ren Chuan's ear, "Don't think too much about it."

As if to ease the embarrassment, Jiang Huan turned around and turned his back to Ren Chuan, not wanting to see his eyes again, otherwise his heart would be cut open by the blade, and the blood that flowed out would nourish a different kind of rose.

It was very late at night, and Ren Chuan stared at Jiang Huan's generous back. He stretched out his fingers, gently stroked the wound, and wrote a line of poetry on the sensitive and fragile skin.

My longing, my endless desire, my uncertain whereabouts!

On the black river bed flows eternal longing.

The next morning they got up early and went to the CDC. In the car, Ren Chuan tugged at Jiang Huan's sleeves, his nervous palms were sweaty, his heart was beating like a drum, anticipating the worst outcome, and praying again Just don't win the bid.

There is a special department for AIDS testing, and the gate is tightly closed with a capitalized slogan on it. No one else is allowed to enter. Jiang Huan glanced at Ren Chuan and hesitated, "Otherwise you..."

Ren Chuan reached out to push the door first, "I'll accompany you."

Many people in the department, most of them young men, craned their necks to look over when they heard the door opening, their eyes seemed to be watching some joke.

Ren Chuan asked Jiang Huan to sit down, went to the window to get the blood self-test system and a sterile cotton swab, squatted in front of Jiang Huan, and tore open the package.

Jiang Huan stopped him, "Don't move, I will do it myself."

Ren Chuan glanced at him and insisted, "I'll do it."

Many people were looking at them, their gazes piercing their backs, and there were subtle whispers all around, it was hard not to hear them.

Ren Chuan chose to shield, pricked Jiang Huan's finger with a blood collection needle, then used a blood collection tube to collect blood, dripped it on the test paper card, and then added the buffer solution.

A young man next to him touched Jiang Huan's arm, "Hey, your boyfriend is very handsome."

Jiang Huan was stabbed by the word "boyfriend", his eyes flickered for a moment, "Thank you, but he is not my boyfriend."

This kind of clarification is nothing in the eyes of others, but it is a bit like a deliberate cover-up. The young man has an ambiguous smile on his face, "Oh, that's what you said, you've already come here, is there any need to cover up?" ?”

He still wanted to say something to Jiang Huan, but was interrupted by Ren Chuan, "Give it up."

The young man gave way to a seat, and Ren Chuan sat down, separating him from Jiang Huan.

This action of swearing sovereignty was very meaningful, Jiang Huando glanced at Ren Chuan, but did not speak.

For half an hour, whether it was long or short, it was time to finally reveal the answer and pronounce the fate. Ren Chuan held the test paper tightly, not daring to look at it.

"Look." Jiang Huan advised him, "It's nothing."

Ren Chuan forced a sigh of relief, "It's a real hit, and I'll be with you too."

"Yeah." Jiang Huan smiled, took Ren Chuan's hand, opened his palm with gentle force, and took out the test strip.

There is only one bar on the test strip, negative, he is safe.

Ren Chuan let out a long breath, hugged Jiang Huan tightly, gasped heavily on his shoulders, and opened his mouth like a dying and reborn fish, "Great..."

As if he was reborn, Ren Chuan felt that his fate had also been sentenced. At this moment, he wanted to own Jiang Huan and monopolize his life instead of just being a romantic passer-by.