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The blood trickled down Qin Yuan's trembling fingers, leaving a dazzling red mark, then gathered at the fingertips, and fell silently to the ground.

Yan Liang's pupils shrank, and a strange yet familiar anger welled up spontaneously, like an oil barrel that fell into sparks and exploded out of nowhere.He stepped forward slowly, clasped the opponent's subconsciously retreating hand, and held it in front of his eyes.

"……What are you doing?"

Yan Liang's voice was very calm, but his eyes were a little sharp. He stared at the flustered and guilty man in front of him, with a slight frown on his brows, but he didn't hide his displeasure.

Qin Yuan's hands were still hurting, the skinned joints were burning, and there were sticky bloodstains between his fingers.He lowered his head a little dejectedly, his violently heaving chest calmed down a bit, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was out of control.

I messed everything up.

The Eldest Young Master thought about it with trepidation, and didn't even dare to look up into the other's eyes, for fear that something that didn't belong to Ning Xi would be seen by that person and disappoint him.

"Look at me." Yan Liang squinted his eyes, his voice was still gentle, but with a bit of unnatural chill: "Xiaoxi, be good, raise your head..."

He coaxed him, and slowly took a step closer.

Qin Yuan was about to cry.

But the eyes were burning, and all the water evaporated—he felt that he should take medicine, so the intact hand subconsciously touched the pocket on his side, with such a daze, Yan Liang approached a little closer.

The other party smelled of shower gel, which was a somewhat cheap scent commonly used in hotels, but at this moment it was like poison, bewitching his mind.Qin Yuan instinctively stepped back a little, but his heel hit the floor-to-ceiling locker, and the empty iron plate made a loud bang, which echoed in the quiet room like a thunderclap.

"Brother Yan..." His temples throbbed, Qin Yuan closed his eyes, and there were blue veins on his forehead.

"Don't, don't force me."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it had been rubbed hard by coarse sandpaper, which made people's throat itchy.

Yan Liang didn't seem to understand why.

"Why did I force you?" As he spoke, he carefully held up the injured hand of the man, and the spreading blood began to dry up, turning into a rusty dark brown.

Qin Yuan stopped talking.

He seemed to be trapped in his own world, his pupils began to dilate, his expression was numb, only cold sweat covered his forehead and wet his bangs.

Yan Liang called several times, but there was no response from the other party, so she sighed, let go of her aura, and stepped forward to give the trembling man a gentle hug.

"No matter what you have done," he pressed against Qin Yuan's ear, saying word by word, "I will never...will blame you."

The warm breath penetrated into the ear canal along with the comforting words, becoming the best sedative, Qin Yuan blinked his wide eyes, his tense back finally collapsed, and he hugged the shaved body in his arms with relief. With a thin body, she buried her cheek in the cold shoulder socket of the other party, panting heavily.

Yan Liang let him hold her, even though the arm wrapped around her waist moved down restlessly, she had no right to see it.

He seems to have neglected one point, that is, Qin Yuan's mental problem is more serious than he imagined...

He didn't want to force the other party to commit suicide.

Thinking about it this way, Yan Liang rarely regretted it, but this emotion was slowly covered up with the gradually heavier gasping sound in his ear, just when he was about to withdraw his embrace, he clearly felt something in his lower abdomen, and slowly pressed against it. Living……

A strange feeling rose in Yan Liang's heart, half of which was disobedience, after all, Ning Xi was not that kind of relationship to him; but maybe he had heard about the past relationship from other people, and when he thought of having done something more Intimate things, even if the memory is missing, the body has no obvious resistance.

But before he could speak, the arm placed on the back of his waist suddenly exerted force, as if trying to melt him into his body.

Yan Liang's chest was forced to touch him, and he could feel the other's heart beating violently due to tension, like a machine gun on his chest, beating his defense line "chug and chug", trying to break through in one fell swoop——

Qin Yuan's body trembled heavily, he bit his lip hard, rubbed his sweaty forehead against Yan Liang's shoulder, and mumbled "I'm sorry".

Sorry, I can't help it.

Like a drug addict who has quit for too long and fell into a sea of ​​​​poppies-every cell in him is speaking of longing, so that no matter how trembling, he is reluctant to let go of his tight arms.

"I'm sorry..." Qin Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, he closed his eyes, and was silent for a long time before he finally mustered up his courage: "Brother Yan, will you despise me?"

He asked this question carefully, even with a bit of pitiful and coquettish taste, which made Yan Liang's heart skip a beat.

It was a very wonderful feeling, like the soft flesh of the heart was scratched gently by something, and it was a little itchy.

He suddenly got the idea of ​​teasing, and slowly stroked the black hair on the back of the other's head with one hand, and said unhurriedly: "What do you despise?"

"Did you ever take care of me?"

... The atmosphere froze all of a sudden.

If it was still the flame of desire just now, every inch of it was frozen into frost at this moment. Qin Yuan opened his mouth, only to feel the cold air coming out of his throat, and icicles fell between the teeth.

Yan Liang smiled: "Don't be so nervous, I didn't blame you..."

Qin Yuan took a deep breath, stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down, not daring to breathe.

He felt the opponent's fingers inserted into his hair, and the round fingertips rubbed against the scalp. It was obviously a very gentle force, but it made his skin crawl.

It was as if an invisible chain was strung around his neck, and Yan Liang was holding onto the other end of the chain.

Qin Yuan knew this, but he didn't want to break free, and even hugged him even tighter.

The force from the waist and abdomen made it difficult for Yan Liang to breathe. He took a light breath and said, "But that's all in the past."

"Now, we can start again, can't we?" Yan Liang patted him on the back: "Okay, let go, it's been a while...I still have work in the afternoon."

"..."

Qin Yuan lowered his arms a little numbly.

The wound on the back of his hand was no longer bleeding, and he could still feel dense pain when he moved the scabbed joint a little.

But these seem to be nothing compared to the pain in his heart...

Yan Liang frowned.

He took Qin Yuan's hand and led them all the way to the infirmary next door. The person in charge happened to be eating, so he hung a card on the seat.

Yan Liang simply came by himself. He pressed Qin Yuan on the seat, walked to the table by himself, and took out the iodine wine and a band-aid from the frame.

He first wetted a cotton ball with clean water to wipe off the blood, and then disinfected it with a cotton swab dipped in iodine. When the cold liquid touched the damaged area, Qin Yuan flinched subconsciously, and was held down again by the other party.

"Don't move around." Yan Liang didn't raise his head, "I know it hurts, so don't do it next time... I don't want to see you get hurt."

This sentence was sincere, and made the young master's depressed mood slightly better, and his brain that had stopped spinning also recovered its activity.Until now, he finally came back to his senses and gasped: "You, how did you know..."

"Huh?" Yan Liang looked at him.

Qin Yuan's remaining words were caught in his throat by the other party's gaze, and he almost bit his tongue.

Seeing how flustered he was, Yan Liang smiled mercilessly: "The Internet has memories, I just looked through the past news... However, the above are all speculations, no actual evidence."

As for now, Qin Yuan's attitude already represented everything.

"..." The young master was stunned for a long time before he realized that he had been cheated.

He was a little messy, "Why don't you mind..."

"What do you mind? Didn't I forget about it?" Yan Liang lowered her head as if nothing had happened, and began to treat the wound again: "No matter what, those bad things have passed. If I hold on to it, wouldn't it be too much?" Too stingy."

Speaking of this, he chuckled and patted his head: "If you choose to hide it, I will let you not care about it, okay?"

Qin Yuan was speechless.

He didn't expect the boomerang of lying to hit him so quickly, so that he couldn't even find a reason to refute.

But if he cares about it, his image will be completely ruined if those messy old accounts are turned over; but if he doesn't care about it, those loves and entangled emotions will be erased in such an understatement...

"Xiaoxi?" Yan Liang saw the corners of his lips trembling slightly, thought it was because his hands were heavy, quickly picked them up carefully, and blew on the wound: "Does it still hurt?"

It hurts.

very painful.

Qin Yuan wailed in his heart, but subconsciously smiled on his face.

"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head slightly: "It doesn't hurt at all."

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