wood has its spring

When Nanmu woke up, what he saw was a white world.

hospital.

Nanmu closed his eyes, only felt his tongue was dry and his headache was about to split.

Fumbling to take out the phone, Nanmu dialed He Yao's number with trembling fingers.

Unexpectedly, it was connected.

"Hello? Nanmu, why don't you go home? I'm so hungry..."

He Yao's voice came from the other end of the phone, it was the same as before, only a little hoarse.

Nanmu seemed to have forgotten what happened before he fell into a coma, chuckled lightly, and responded lightly as before: "Wait a minute, He Yao, I'll go back right away, right away."

After hanging up the phone, Nanmu got out of bed with his weak body, and walked out of the ward slowly while leaning on the wall.

No one noticed Nanmu's departure, who would care about Nanmu's departure?

Qi Quan returned to the ward with a handful of bags, but there was only an empty hospital bed waiting for him.

The things in his hands were scattered all over the ground, Qi Quan stood there blankly, at a loss for what to do.

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Nanmu got off the taxi, staggered and almost fell.

Rubbing his head, Nanmu felt that he had a fever and his forehead was hot.

But looking up at the building in front of him, Nanmu walked in slowly.

Fortunately, Nanmu's house was on the second floor, and it didn't take too long to reach the door.

Pushing open the door, the eyes are full of mess.

Stepping over the books, sundries and other things scattered on the ground, Nanmu came to the door of the bedroom.

The bedroom was very dark, with the curtains closed so that there was no light.

Nanmu turned on the light switch, but the light only flickered a few times and then went out instantly.

With the remaining consciousness, Nanmu sensed a hint of danger, and took a few steps back subconsciously.

"Nanmu." A man who appeared suddenly blocked Nanmu's retreat, "Why did you leave just after you came?"

The man's voice was hoarse and cold, and it was difficult for Nanmu to identify his identity in the darkness for a while, but based on his intuition, Nanmu could be sure that this person was He Yao.

"He Yao, I'm sorry I lost you." Nanmu's consciousness became more and more blurred, as if a fire was burning on his body.

"It's okay." He Yao hugged Nanmu into his arms, "This time, you will completely belong to me, and we will be together forever."

He Yao's hands slipped all the way, and he unbuttoned Nanmu's shirt eagerly, "Nanmu, you are so hot, let me take off your clothes for you."

Nanmu's whole body was numb, and his remaining consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

The clothes were thrown all over the floor, and the sound of heavy breathing was extremely obvious in the silent room.

Nanmu was pressed on the floor, his eyes were blurred and his expression was dull.

He Yao kissed heavily from the neck, leaving many bruises along the way.

"Stop making trouble, Qi Quan, this is no fun at all."

Nanmu frowned and patted He Yao, but what he called out was Qi Quan's name.

He Yao paused for a moment, and his face darkened instantly.

After a moment of silence, He Yao stood up slowly, grabbed Nanmu's arm and forcibly pulled him up.

"I bought a new bracelet for you, see if you like it."

He Yao smiled strangely, pulled four iron chains from the head of the bed, and handcuffed Nanmu's wrist and ankle respectively.

Nanmu looked at He Yao with difficulty, heard the laughter from childhood in a trance, and saw the thin He Yao who only knew to follow behind him.

Nanmu smiled brightly and sadly.

"I'm sorry, He Yao, I admit, I only care about you when I was a child, but now you are just a stranger to me." Nanmu looked at the ceiling and said to himself, tears flowing over the cheeks.

He Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were filled with panic and madness.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Nanmu, once and for all, with all his strength.

"Stop laughing! Did you hear that? I said stop laughing!"

He Yao roared, but Nanmu still smiled lightly.

The limbs were worn out by the heavy iron chains, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Nanmu smiled, not knowing the pain.

The door was knocked open with a "bang", and Qi Quan stood at the door panting.

Seeing the mess in front of him, Qi Quan yelled in dismay, rushed up to push He Yao away, and took Nanmu into his arms.

Nanmu looked at Qi Quan calmly, and finally lost the last trace of consciousness.

Very good, so, very good.

The author has something to say: My heart is blocked, I feel that I have not been able to write out the feeling of depression in this chapter. I really am not strong enough, I hope I can slowly improve and grow!Thank you friends who read my article!Thanks!