Although Chen Man was worried, he never dared to disobey Xie Qingcheng, so he left.

Xie Qingcheng came to the door and stood in front of He Yu.

He Yu was still wearing the attire when accepting the award, the uniform of Shanghai University students with medals.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "I really want to congratulate you. President of the Boys Student Union."

He Yu: "…"

"What else do you want to say."

What does he have to say?

Of course it is impossible to look like a grudge and ask the man why he deleted himself.

But after three feet, I can't find any suitable reason.

He Yu didn't answer, Xie Qingcheng slowly narrowed his eyes and tried to grab him.

He Yu was annoyed and disturbed by that kind of look - as long as he deceived Xie Qingcheng, or had something to hide from Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng would use this kind of look stare at him. And he rarely gets this kind of eyes from others that will penetrate him like X-rays.

He was instinctively restless.

He touched Xie Qingcheng's face with his eyes, to the collar of the bathrobe, to the drops of water running down his black hair.

Chen slow didn't know why Xie Qingcheng had to take a bath as soon as he got home.

But He Yu knows it well.

Because he understood it too well, he felt very uncomfortable - Xie Qingcheng had promised him, they will inevitably entangle in the future, is he so eager to wash away the traces left by him?

And Xie Qingcheng also allowed Chen slow to go home with him.

Even...even Xie Qingcheng was so reassured about Chen Wan, so casual, Chen Wan was at home, and he could take a bath by himself.

Xie Qingcheng didn't believe what he said at all.

The word Chen slow suddenly became gangrene, which made He Yu tortured, and his eyes were stained with a rust color: "What about him? He came here What are you doing?"

Xie Qingcheng suddenly became a little angry.

Actually, Chen was slow to come, just because he had left some debriefing reports at Xie Qingcheng's house, so he dropped by to pick it up. Xie Qingcheng was not defensive against Chen slow, and besides, the house was too small, he was worried that at such a close distance, Chen slow would perceive the smell in him that did not belong to him.

So even if Chen was slow, he insisted on taking a bath first to wash those things out of his body.

How come He Yu's mouth feels so dirty?

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were cold: "You are sick, He Yu, what does he have to do with you here?"

"It's okay."

“Who is he to me, and who are you to me?”

"...I don't know who he is..." He Yu said in silence for a while.

"But who am I..." He Yu's expression became extremely gloomy, the comfort of more than half an hour ago seemed to be a matter of his previous life, and his eyes were filled with that kind of thing again. Xie Qingcheng was familiar with the morbid state, "Did you forget to clean it after you washed it?"

"You promised me, you just promised me."

Xie Qingcheng had a stress reaction after having a relationship with He Yu for the first time, but he is not a waste, once he readjusts his mentality and stands up, then his inner strength will make any Injuries are almost useless in front of him.

"...Listen to He Yu, I promised you, and that was also about your bed. You are nothing when you get out of bed. We have nothing to do with each other now."

.

Yao Yan, but extremely cold.

Lifeless vitality.

A drop of water fell down, following the curvature of Xie Qing's face, to the lower jaw, and slid into the side of the neck, He Yu's line of sight followed the trace of the water drop calmly.

Meander wet until the collarbone…

Xie Qingcheng coldly adjusted the bathrobe, interrupting his rash gaze.

He Yu raised his head again and faced the two extremely cold Peach Blossom Lake.

"You don't have anything to do, just go. It's not like you have a taste of something fresh, and it will go on forever." Xie Qingcheng stabbed him every word and every sentence. What a difference. And it looks like you—"

He paused: "Very uninformed."

He Yu's expression became ugly. On the one hand, he didn't seem to want to admit that he was really ignorant in front of this man, so he even lied to Xie Qingcheng before saying that he was not the first time, Xie Qing Cheng wasn't the one that made him feel the best.

But on the other hand, he also knew that Xie Qingcheng had seen his nonsense early on. When they were in the clubhouse, he was so impatient and couldn't get to the point. Sweat, the veins on the temples are jumping, I still don't know what to do, and it took a long time to grind.

Xie Qingcheng is not a virgin, how could he not see that this young man is trying to make up for his own face.

“…”

He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's face that was still stained with drops of water, and said angrily, "I'm looking for you this time, not for that."

"Rare." Xie Qingcheng said, "What is that for."

So He Yu just said nonsense.

"Because I'm sick."

“…”

He Yu said: "I'm sick, I want you to show me."

“…”

"Do you remember that you were a doctor, Xie Qingcheng?"

It's good that he didn't mention this, Xie Qingcheng felt extremely annoyed when he mentioned it.

So after a short silence, Xie Qingcheng raised his hand on the door frame and narrowed his eyes. He finally became less calm. Under the shattered marks of the icy mask, he showed a very fierce face.

"I remember very well."

"But I hope you also remember that I left four years ago."

"You are ill and have nothing to do with me." The low voice was in He Yu's ear, with a scorching heat, but the sentence was straight off the ice, "But you If you die, you can tell me in a dream. If I'm in a good mood, I may go to your grave and give you a stick of incense. Beast."

Speaking, he straightened up and patted He Yu's cheek.

"Go away."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank.

He Yu bit her fingertips, blood stained between her teeth—

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu stared at the man's face, and brushed the tip of his tongue over Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.

Xie Qingcheng drew his hand with a sullen face, but He Yu grabbed his wrist unexpectedly.

He Yu lowered his head and glanced at the cursed tattoo that appeared repeatedly in his spring dreams, and then licked his **** lips, just for the disgust of Xie Qingcheng. : "Your blood is sweet."

Xie Qingcheng almost slapped him, fearing that the noise would attract the neighbors, he whispered: "Let go."

He bowed his head, but his eyes floated upward, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face at the entrance of the old house where the light was not too bright.

He Yu seemed to want to savagely penetrate Xie Qingcheng's body with all the anger and heat that could not be relieved after eating meat, lifted Xie Qingcheng's wrist and exposed him He got a tattoo on the inside, and then bit down **** the inside of the scholar's delicate wrist.

As poison juice.

"You remember. Xie Qingcheng." He Yu finally let go and threw Xie Qingcheng's arm, "You are my father's old friend, my personal doctor, or me The person who has slept, I must be different to you. Don't let me hear you again in the future, who am I to you."

His blood seemed to satisfy him, and he seemed to be more thirsty.

"Also—don't get so close to Chen slow. Because he's a disgusting gay, he just has that dirty and dirty mind about you."

Xie Qing stared at him for a while with good eyes, and then said with great disgust: "He Yu, are you qualified to speak to others now?"

"Why can't I say."

"Don't you feel guilty? Who is gay? Are you not? What face do you have in calling others Chen slow? Think about your face!"

His face was very blue, and he wanted to tell Xie Qingcheng that it was completely different. I did that thing with you not because I liked you, but just because I felt good. If you can't be in love, you're not gay.

But his lips only moved once, and Xie Qingcheng pushed him out of the door: "Go away. Go away."

"I'm not going. You promised to continue with me—"

"Yes, I promised you. But now I'm tired and have to rest. Your night service is over, understand? Don't take yourself too seriously."

He Yu: "...what a night service! It's mutual therapy—"

Xie Qingcheng looked gloomy: "Then today's treatment is over, I feel very good now, very good, can you go away as a barefoot man?"

Then he will close.

Close the door tightly in front of He Yu.

The door was stubbornly resisted by He Yu.

"Xie Qingcheng, don't force me..."

Even with some burrs, in the silent confrontation between the two, the back of He Yu's hand was even cut, and blood began to ooze.

But he didn't seem to feel it, looking at Xie Qingcheng.

His patience was exhausted in such disputes, and now he is approaching madness, and he can't coax or persuade him. Xie Qingcheng still refuses to scold him. What do you want him to do?

He Yu could only take off the mask, revealing the dragon-like, scarred ugly face under the human skin mask.

The tone was so gentle that it was morbid and creepy: "Okay. Very good. You trust him so much, trust your police officer Chen, don't you?"

Xie Qing said: "He is at least normal than you."

He Yu suddenly bent his elbow to open the door, and then raised his hand, his **** fingers pressed against Xie Qingcheng's chest.

He approached him and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, you don't think I'm normal, don't you think I'm not normal, I'm used to it anyway, I listen to your sincere words in the video I've seen your hypocrisy long ago. I don't care what I look like in your eyes, anyway, no one has ever truly loved me and looked at me equally..."

"I'm used to it."

He suddenly exerted strength in his hands and pushed Xie Qingcheng into the room. The iron and wooden doors were slammed behind them. He Yu was very considerate, but he remembered to lock the door.

Only when the door was locked, he vented and began to press Xie Qingcheng against the door to kiss.

Xie Qingcheng really didn't expect him to have such physical strength.

How long has this been entangled?

"He Yu! Don't go crazy here! Xie Xue she might come back..."

Even Xie Xue is no longer a safe word for He Yu, he just paused for a moment, and then he gave Xie Qing an answer - he pressed him on the desk and wrote on the table Half of the papers were scattered.

What's wrong to mention, thank you Xue?

He Yu's eyes were cold, and the old scar on his heart seemed to be torn, and blood was dripping, so he bit Xie Qingcheng's side neck more fiercely, as if he was desperate for something Medicines that stop bleeding.

Yes, in his life, Xie Qingcheng is like a medicine, which can always suppress something, and like a cold prosthesis, which can always fill something.

It used to be his missing family.

Now can also fill his longing for love.

Although Xie Qingcheng is not the same as the person he once expected, Xie Qingcheng is neither gentle nor good to him, he is with him, like looking for a condolence A person who is reluctantly used to fill a leak is like a false tooth, a new metal filled after a painful arm. Although it is always a bit incomplete, it can at least replace those deadly holes.

Anything is better than nothing.

He Yu thought so, in the dark, whispered to Xie Qing: "She has something to do, she will not come back."

"You stay with me."

The voice is calm, not only like a lunatic, but lonely and paranoid to the extreme, and the answer is self-defeating, like crazy and like begging.

It is daylight outside the window. But the boy said-

"It's getting dark, Xie Qingcheng. Don't drive me away."

"I really have nowhere to go."