Episode 3

When Qwincy walked to the gate of the hospital with a briefcase, his head suddenly felt dizzy, and the shadows in front of him were virtual and real.

He had hypoglycemia in the first place, he had been working a lot of overtime these days, had a bad rest, and was dizzy from time to time. He never took it seriously, but this time it was a bit serious.

As a brain doctor, he intuitively felt that this was not caused by hypoglycemia.

York White was sitting in the car, staring at the door, and suddenly found a thin figure holding the door without moving. It was Qwincy.

He hurried over with an umbrella.

"Brother Qwincy, what's the matter with you?" York noticed the strangeness of Qwincy.

Qwincy shook his head slightly, took York's umbrella, straightened up and said, "It's okay, let's go!"

York followed Qwincy suspiciously and walked towards the car.

It was a black and shiny Bugatti Veyron, especially eye-catching.

Qwincy frowned unconsciously.

In order to avoid being too eye-catching, he stomped on water quickly and got into the car within a few steps.

York also got into the driver's seat and drove towards Zackrey's villa.

Qwincy rubbed his temples with her hands from time to time while sitting in the back seat. He thought he would feel more comfortable, but the headache was not relieved, but tended to get worse.

York glanced at the rearview mirror and said concerned: "Brother Qwincy, you don't look well, do you want me to take you back to the hospital?"

"It's okay, maybe it's hypoglycemia. I'll just go get something to eat." Qwincy's voice was trembling.

He had three operations after having lunch at noon, and he didn't even have time to eat dinner. This was probably the reason.

York saw Qwincy's attitude resolutely and didn't say anything, he stepped on the accelerator to the end.

Bugatti made a violent buzzing sound in an instant, and the shadow of a car that was extremely fast disappeared into the night.

When he got home, Qwincy took off his coat and went into the kitchen, trying to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, but before the water boiled, his head felt as if it were bursting. The pain was getting worse and worse.

Qwincy turned off the fire hurriedly, held his head, and went to the cupboard in the living room to search for painkillers.

Fortunately, although Zackrey's family didn't have many medicines, ibuprofen was available.

Qwincy couldn't stand the pain. He tore two capsules and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed before even drinking water.

Then the whole person curled up into the sofa with holding his calf.

Maybe the painkiller worked, or maybe he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa unknowingly.

When he woke up again, he was in Zackrey's arms, and the man was holding him and walking upstairs to the bedroom.

Qwincy saw Zackrey's eyes with unconcealable panic and alert.

"I can go by myself." Qwincy said as he was about to get out of Zackrey's arms.

Zackrey didn't speak, just faintly pressed Qwincy's hand, and the person in his arms immediately stopped moving.

"York said you have hypoglycemia?" Zackrey said as he put the person on the bed.

He was playing cards, and York called him after he had sent him home, telling him what he saw.

The special treatment of Qwincy by his own boss forced him to do things more carefully.

After Zackrey listened, he hurried home as soon as he threw the card. When he entered the door, he saw Qwincy tucked away in the corner of the sofa.

Looking around, there was not a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the dining room table. Walking into the kitchen, there was water that hasn't had time to boil in the pot, and there was a bag of unopened noodles next to it.

This guy didn't eat anything.

"Too many operations today, I didn't have time to eat." Qwincy said vaguely.

"I asked the restaurant to deliver it." Zackrey said not an interrogative sentence but an affirmative sentence.

Qwincy's head was no longer dizzy. At this moment, he just wanted to sleep. After three operations, he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms.

"I don't want to eat, I'm so tired and want to sleep." Qwincy said without a trace that he didn't want to do anything tonight.

How could Zackrey not hear it.

He put the quilt on Qwincy and called the restaurant directly to order four dishes and one soup.

Qwincy knew that it was useless to stop, so he didn't say anything.

After the call was hung up, Zackrey turned over and was about to hug Qwincy, but was avoided by Qwincy.

"I'm very tired today." Qwincy repeated to that man.

He was really tired, standing all afternoon and one night, his waist can't support, and he really didn't have the energy to deal with Zackrey's marathon sex.

Zackrey looked at the arm with nothing, smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The silk quilt covered by Qwincy disappeared with his pajamas.

"Zackrey... I'm really... I'm really tired..." Qwincy hugged his naked body and shrank at the corner of the bed.

Zackrey hadn't planned to do Qwincy in the first place, but at the sight of his deserted look, he got angry.

Qwincy saw Zackrey staring at him with a sullen face, and he was already panicked. He knew that he had provoked this madman who pretended to be humane again.

But he was really tired, especially in these days with Zackrey, physically and mentally. He was burdened with exhaustion that could not be added.

Zackrey didn't think so, he felt that Qwincy was deliberately disobeying himself.

He pulled Qwincy into his arms without tenderly, his eyes were red and full of desire.

"Tired? You won't be tired after a while." The man's voice was full of disdain.

Zackrey always said that he could do it, and he was unambiguous even to do that.

Zackrey pressed up and kissed the person under him seriously, holding his full lower lip and lip nibbles, tasting the sweet body fluid inside, and then grabbing the tongue that wanted to evade and sucking hard, bringing a wave of obscene sizzle sound.

He buried in Qwincy's neck, gnawing and licking, tossing and tasting, leaving a wonderful pink mark on his fair skin. Following the side neck all the way up, biting at his cute and bouncy small earlobe, the tip of the tongue licked the crispy auricle, the rubbing and kneading movements of the hands continued, and the person under him twisted his waist impatiently. Suddenly Zackrey used force to support Qwincy's round buttocks and let the two slender and beautiful thighs rest on his shoulders. He licked the soft flesh of the thighs. Qwincy couldn't hold back and let out a groan. Zackrey was very satisfied, biting along the white and tender skin of the thighs, not letting go on the other side, sucking a few blush marks.

Zackrey's fingers were a bit rough to find the position inside, and the fingertips alternately pressed the sensitive spot repeatedly, applying continuous and continuous stimulation. Qwincy quickly curled up his toes unbearably, and the white and tender thighs tightened. The panting sound also became flustered and hurried.

Zackrey was satisfied, took his fingers out, and replaced them with his own big cock and pushed in wildly. Every time it was deep and accurate, it reached Qwincy's sensitive point.

He actually fucked Qwincy three times that night.

No matter how Qwincy begged for mercy, Zackrey just didn't let him go, until the cry of the people under him became weaker and weaker, and Zackrey pulled out his body like a gift to him.

The delivery person didn't dare to call again after being yelled at by Zackrey on the first phone call.

After the sex, it was already more than 3 in the morning, and Qwincy was so tired that he couldn't open his eyelids.

But compared to before, he was still much better, and he wouldn't be fainted after fucked by that person. Now he was at least sane except for the unbearable pain there.

Zackrey went to the bathroom with Qwincy in his arms. He had always handled Qwincy carefully, and Qwincy never rejected Zackrey's rare gentleness in this regard.

It was convenient for him to use him better if he was not injured, Qwincy thought so.

Qwincy didn't feel a trace of aliveness until the warm, light salt water spread over his body.

Zackrey was sitting by the bath, holding a towel and carefully wiping his body that was red and mottled by himself. How many days and nights he had wanted to do this, and now he finally got what he wanted.

Qwincy closed his eyes, her curled eyelashes cast a small shadow, and the already heavy dark circles could not be covered.

Zackrey could see it clearly.

"Don't go to the hospital, stay at home obediently. You'll never spend all my money in ten lifetimes."

After hearing Zackrey's words, Qwincy finally had a reaction.

He opened his eyes tiredly, and his clear pupils stared at the bathroom wall unfocused.

"No, that's my job." Qwincy's voice was low, but very firm.

Zackrey came back this time and talked to Qwincy several times about asking him to resign, but Qwincy refused.

In his opinion, the rubbish job was tiring and hopeless, and he really didn't know what Qwincy was obsessed with.

"I said no, no! Every day there is a smell of disinfectant water on your body. It can not be washed, it smells bad." The man's tone was tough, and there was a sense of disgust between his words.

Qwincy finally got a little expression on his face, he tilted his head to look at Zackrey, and pulled out an inexplicable smile, "Then you let me go, so as not to disturb your eyes."

Zackrey knew that Qwincy would say this, because it was not the first time. Every time he complained about the smell of him, Qwincy made the same statement.

For so long, this person's personality was the same as the smell of disinfectant on his body, deeply rooted in the blood, and had not changed.

But this time he had time to wash away the smell he didn't like, and remove the bones of his disobedience.

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