Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

When Quan Jiuxi's gaze fell on Mo Qinghan's face, his fingertips unconsciously clenched the phone.

The warm yellow light of the ward fell on his pale profile. His long eyelashes drooped, hiding the emotions surging in his eyes, but his tightly pursed thin lips and slightly tense jawline exposed his resistance.

She sighed silently in her heart - the plot said that he was sinister and difficult to deal with, and a ruthless character who would shake up the world in the future, but the man in front of her was so unyielding and only knew how to disguise himself with coldness and hardness. He was clearly a childish child with a bad temper.

Anger was rising in her chest, and she patiently maintained a gentle smile. "If you really don't have an appetite, I'll leave it here and heat it up for you when you're hungry."

Mo Qinghan could clearly sense the chill in her tone, like warm water suddenly mixed with ice.

For some reason, this subtle change made him even more irritated - he should have been disgusted by her hypocrisy and glad that she had finally put away her disgusting "sister" attitude, but his chest felt like it was blocked by a ball of wet cotton, making him feel stuffy and uneasy.

He turned his head, deliberately avoiding Quan Jiuxi's gaze, and his eyes fell on the white wall of the ward. His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was so cold that it could freeze the air: "Take it away, I lose my appetite just looking at it."

The smile on Quan Jiuxi's face finally faded a little, but he didn't say anything more. He just said "Oh" softly, bent down and put the porridge box into the drawer of the bedside table.

She picked up her phone, walked lightly back to the sofa and sat down, her fingertips sliding across the screen.

Mo Qinghan leaned against the head of the bed and caught a glimpse of her figure sitting quietly on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, and his irritation increased a little.

He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but he always felt that something was wrong - she didn't ask questions like usual, didn't pretend to be aggrieved, but just stayed quietly, which made him feel uncomfortable.

When the nurse came to remove the needle, Mo Qinghan had already felt much better and his face had regained some color.

He threw back the quilt and got out of bed. His movements were so agile that he didn't seem like someone who had just finished an IV drip, but his steps were still a little unsteady.

Quan Jiuxi quickly stood up and wanted to help him, but he dodged sideways. The deliberately kept distance was like an invisible wall.

"I don't need your help." His voice was still cold, but without the sharpness from before.

Quan Jiuxi withdrew his hand, did not insist, and just followed him.

The setting sun slanted in through the windows of the hospital corridor, stretching the shadows of the two people very long. One was in front of the other, half a step away from each other, and the silence was a little awkward.

As we passed the elevator, we heard hurried footsteps. "Make way! Make way!"

A nurse pushed a wheelchair with a blue-faced patient lying on it and hurried past them. The wheel of the wheelchair accidentally hit the metal sign next to it.

With a "clang", the signboard fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.

Mo Qinghan's body paused almost imperceptibly, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was disgusted by the sudden noise.

Quan Jiuxi bent down to hold the sign, but was interrupted by him walking into the elevator first.

She had no choice but to give up and quickly followed in.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the only sounds in the small space were the breathing of the two people.

Quan Jiuxi leaned against the wall of the elevator, his eyes fixed on the jumping floor numbers;

Mo Qinghan stood opposite her with his back to her. The corners of his black coat hung beside his legs, swaying gently with the slight sway of the elevator.

The air was so quiet that even each other's breathing could be heard clearly, and the awkward atmosphere surged like a tide.

At this moment, the elevator suddenly shook violently.

Quan Jiuxi subconsciously grabbed the handrail beside him, but before he could react, the light above his head went out with a "click" and the car fell into endless darkness.

"What's going on?" Quan Jiuxi frowned and reached out to touch the emergency lighting button on the wall, but his fingertips only touched cold metal.

Just as she was about to take out her cell phone to light the way, she heard a heavy breathing sound beside her ear - it wasn't hers, but Mo Qinghan's.

"Mo Qinghan?"

She called out tentatively, her voice clear in the darkness, but received no response.

Quan Jiuxi's heart skipped a beat, and he groped forward two steps, trying to check the elevator's emergency call device, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cold force - not a hard pull, but a trembling, almost pleading touch.

"Don't...don't go."

Mo Qinghan's voice came from the darkness, hoarse and unlike his usual voice, and with an unconcealable tremor, even the fingers holding her wrist were shaking slightly.

Quan Jiuxi hurriedly stopped and held his hand with her backhand - his hand was icy cold, his palms were covered in cold sweat, his knuckles turned white from the force, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.

She immediately asked the system in her mind: "Xiaoyi, is he claustrophobic?"

[Yes, sir! You guessed it! When the little villain was a child, his mentally ill mother locked him in a small storage room for three days and three nights. From then on, he developed claustrophobia and would lose control in a closed and dark environment!]

Quan Jiuxi felt like something stung his heart, and felt a tingling pain.

She sighed softly, wrapped her palm around his cold hand, and rubbed her thumb gently against the back of his hand, trying to convey a little warmth: "I'm not leaving, I'm here."

Her voice was extremely soft, as if she was coaxing a child, with an unprecedented tenderness.

But Mo Qinghan seemed not to hear it, his thoughts were completely confused.

The darkness and cramped space awakened the fear deep in his heart, and memories of being locked in a storage room as a child came flooding back - the damp and moldy smell, his mother's hysterical curses, the endless darkness, and the despair of his stomach growling with hunger but no one responding.

His body began to tremble violently, and he murmured unconsciously: "Mom, I won't dare to do this again... I was wrong, don't lock me up here..."

She no longer had the coldness and sharpness of her former self, and was left with only fragility and helplessness, like a lost child.

Quan Jiuxi quickly took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button. The faint light instantly illuminated a corner of the car.

She saw that Mo Qinghan's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Quan Jiuxi quickly used his cell phone to light the way, fumbled to the emergency call button in the corner of the elevator, and pressed it. "Hello! We are trapped in the elevator on the third floor of the inpatient department! The elevator suddenly lost power, and someone inside is feeling unwell. Please send someone to fix it as soon as possible."

The staff member’s panicked response came from the microphone: “Hello, hello!

We have notified the maintenance personnel and they are on their way. They will be here in about ten minutes!

Don't panic, stay safe, and try to stay where you are!"

"Okay, please hurry up." Quan Jiuxi hung up the emergency call, turned around and walked quickly back to Mo Qinghan, placing the phone on the ground between them so that the faint light could illuminate his face.

She held his hand again and gently stroked his back with her other hand, patting it softly, as if soothing a frightened animal: "Don't be afraid, we'll be out soon."