Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

The two servants were very tactful and quietly retreated when they saw Fang Yanzhou's attitude.

For a moment, Duan Chengyuan and Fang Yanzhou were the only ones left in the room.

When Duan Cheng heard Fang Yanzhou say that he liked him, his expression changed slightly, but his body remained motionless, his lips tightly pursed, and he said nothing.

In fact, after hearing the person in front of him say that he liked him, his heart beat uncontrollably, as fast and violently as a drum.

But the next moment, his heart sank.

He already has someone he likes, how can he fall in love with someone else?

Moreover, the person in front of him was a man.

How could a man be with another man? This is against human ethics.

Although Duan Chengyuan thought so in his heart, except for his body becoming increasingly tense, his face did not show anything unusual.

In Fang Yanzhou's eyes, Duan Chengyuan's attitude of neither rejecting nor responding actually aroused his interest.

He forced the grapes into Duan Chengyuan's lips.

Duan Chengyuan wanted to push him away, but Fang Yanzhou saw through his intention in advance.

"If you dare to push me away, you will never see me again in this life."

His tone was slow and gentle, but his words made Duan Chengyuan's heart tremble, and his raised hand immediately froze.

He didn't want to never see Fang Yanzhou again in his life...

Seeing that he was so tactful, Fang Yanzhou's smile deepened.

"Eat it obediently."

He withdrew his fingertips and Duan Chengyuan subconsciously swallowed the grape.

After eating it, he felt unwell...

Why is he so obedient?

Fang Yanzhou didn't know what was going on in Duan Chengyuan's mind. His fingertips, stained with grape juice, lingered on Duan Chengyuan's lips, closing the distance between them: "Young Master, you haven't answered me yet."

This was the first time the two of them were so close, so close that Duan Chengyuan could almost clearly smell the scent of medicine emanating from the person in front of him.

The smell made Duan Chengyuan feel an indescribable emotion.

He said hoarsely: "I... already have someone I like."

However, he also seemed to like the person in front of him...

Every time he saw Fang Yanzhou, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

However, no matter how excited he was inside, he looked cold on the surface and his true emotions were not revealed.

Therefore, Fang Yanzhou always thought that Duan Chengyuan hated him and didn't like him.

After hearing that Duan Chengyuan already had someone he liked, Fang Yanzhou's heart sank and his eyes darkened.

The low pressure on him almost turned into reality: "Who is it? Tian Feng? The person you live with?"

Apart from the man named Tian Feng, he really couldn't think of anyone else.

In this small village, Chengyuan did not have much conversation or contact with other people.

Then, the person Cheng Yuan likes can only be Tian Feng, who is with him day and night.

It was Tian Feng who was his savior.

So, is all this because he came too late?

Fang Yanzhou's eyes darkened, and endless bitterness was about to drown him.

Duan Chengyuan opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain, but when he thought that this might make Fang Yanzhou give up on him, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing his acquiescing look, Fang Yanzhou felt even colder in his heart: "It's only been a short time since you started to fall in love with each other? Then the love you said at the beginning was really cheap. By doing this, you are..." Where do you put me?

He didn't say this out loud.

With a bitter smile on his face, he withdrew his hand, stood up, turned his back, covered his lips and coughed lightly: "Go back."

"Don't send anything over here anymore. I don't like it."

"I won't send anything to them anymore. When we meet in the future, just pretend we don't know each other."

He also knew that he shouldn't get angry at Cheng Yuan, who had lost his memory and forgotten him.

However, he just thought about Cheng Yuan falling in love with another woman, spending every day with her, and growing old together.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, and the words I said seemed to be spoken in anger.

His tone was still gentle, but his words made Duan Chengyuan feel depressed.

He said dryly: "I'm sorry..."

He didn't know why he had to apologize, he just felt very sorry for the person in front of him...

When Fang Yanzhou heard his apology, the light in his eyes dimmed and his voice became cold and hard: "Take your things and leave."

Duan Chengyuan picked up the bowl on the table, took one last look at him, passed him, and left silently.

After he walked out, Fang Yanzhou felt a surge of annoyance in his heart and couldn't help but let out a suppressed cough.

Duan Chengyuan, who had not walked far, heard a cough coming from inside and his hand holding the bowl trembled.

Without even much hesitation, he turned around, pushed the door open again and walked in.

The two servants outside hurriedly followed.

When Fang Yanzhou heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his eyes slightly to take a look, then suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Duan Chengyuan's pupils shrank and the bowl in his hand fell down. The breaking sound accompanied by the sound of coughing was heart-wrenching.

He ignored the debris on the ground and strode towards Fang Yanzhou, holding his body and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor?"

He didn't even notice that at this moment, his hands were shaking.

He is afraid.

I was afraid that the person in front of me would just disappear.

I was afraid that I would never see Fang Yanzhou again.

The two servants also looked at Fang Yanzhou nervously: "Master, are you okay?"

Fang Yanzhou shook his head and said nothing.

One of the servants ran to a nearby cabinet, took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and ran back to hand it to Fang Yanzhou.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go out now." Fang Yanzhou swallowed the medicine and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After the two servants left, he looked at Duan Chengyuan who was standing beside him, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should leave too. I don't want to see you for the time being."

His inky black hair fell casually on his shoulders, his face was pale, his body was thin and frail, his eyebrows were as light as the first snow in winter, and his face looked even more haggard.

Duan Chengyuan actually felt a little distressed.

The next second, he was frightened by the word "heartache" that popped up in his mind.

He already has someone he likes, so why would he feel sorry for the person in front of him?

Was he a playboy before he lost his memory?

While Duan Chengyuan was thinking, Fang Yanzhou tried to push him away.

But his strength is no match for Duan Chengyuan, who has been staying in the border for many years and fighting in the battlefield.

Duan Chengyuan regained consciousness and frowned slightly: "I'll take you to see a doctor."

Although I saw him taking the medicine, I still felt a little worried for some reason.

As he said this, before Fang Yanzhou could react, he picked him up sideways.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Fang Yanzhou's eyes widen and the corners of his lips tremble, revealing a bit of fragility for no reason.

"My body is like this, I don't need to see a doctor." He felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, covered his lips and coughed heavily again, his tone was rare and sharp: "Besides, Duan Chengyuan, since you know that I like you, you should know to keep a distance from me. Aren't you and Tian Feng in love? Then you shouldn't provoke me now, otherwise I really don't know what I will do to you."

His breathing became heavier and his eyes became redder. "I'm not a good person. How could I be willing to give up the jewels I have protected for so many years just like that..."

"So, if you know what's good for you, leave now."