invisible him

"Don't think about anything, okay? Ayang, I'll be with you. Get a good sleep tonight and don't think about anything."

Si Song conjured up a bath towel and wrapped it around the person in his arms. Chang Xiyang consciously hugged the shirt that Si Song had just taken off, obediently and obediently.

After putting him on the bed, Chang Xiyang put on Si Song's clothes and let him wipe his hair.

"Have you made up your mind?" Si Song asked casually.

"Ah."

"Actually, you don't need...you should give yourself some buffer time." He sighed.So many years of obsession, how can it be so easy to let go.

"Hmm. Thanks."

"Thank you for what? Huh?" Si Song smiled and kissed his forehead.Chang Xiyang's emotions that had calmed down just now collapsed in an instant. He sobbed and tried his best to hold back his tears, but the more he was like this, the more he couldn't stop the tears from flowing down. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I can't help it."

"It's okay, Ayang. Cry out. You've been wronged too much. Just cry out." Si Song took his hand and put it on his chest.

Why doesn't Ke Sisong feel wronged?How could he be wronged?Si Song loves this man.

Si Song's calm heart fluctuates and trembles because of him. The storm or violent avalanche, the scorching sun in August and the warm sun in spring are all because of this man.

It was Si Song who felt sorry for him, and it was Si Song who was extremely angry.

It was Si Song who watched him leave resolutely, and later, it was Si Song who even raised his hand to beat him.

Yes, Si Song beat Chang Xiyang.

Later, when Wucheng chased him into the room and Xiaoqian came with a whip.

Xiaoqian's whip was about to fall, but Wucheng's body emitted a light blue light.Si Song is all too familiar with the pale blue light.Chang Xiyang's spiritual power.

It was only when Si Song took the blessing package with half of Chang Xiyang's spiritual power that he realized that it was not only Chang Xiyang who had frozen his heart, but also him.

Is Chang Xiyang not a piece of ice?Si Song melted him and broke his own heart.

In the past, Si Song thought that this feeling was probably like drinking snow water in winter.

Now that he knew, he didn't want to say anything.

He calmed down, sat on the bed casually, and played with Ayang's neat hair.

"Chengcheng..." Ayang called out, "There are some things I should tell you..."

He still looked inexplicably sad, Si Song hugged him, "There's me and Xiaoqian, isn't it?"

When Xiaoqian rudely drove Wucheng to the sofa, Wucheng's dazed and flustered look made him want to laugh a little.

The process of explaining was very long, all because Wu Cheng was too stupid to understand so slowly.

It's not because he doesn't want to recall those difficult years.

With a lonely heart, he fled in the dark.

Like a drowning person looking for a piece of driftwood to save his life.Si Song held Chang Xiyang's hand tightly, and the man's fingers returned to warmth, with clean and beautiful curves, and gently wiped away the cold sweat from Si Song's palm.

When Chang Xiyang stretched out his hand to pull Young Master Cheng's soul away, his fingers were still trembling violently.He slumped on the ground weakly, with his head bowed, his tears hit the ground, splashing small splashes.

"It's okay... I'm just, reluctant. You know, it's been too long..." He murmured vaguely.

Si Song stood up and walked over, Wu Cheng's body was slumped on the sofa, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

He stretched out his hand, and his spiritual power enveloped the lifeless, almost corpse-like person. Mr. Orange slowly became smaller, his appearance became younger, and finally he returned to his childhood state, lying there docilely and harmlessly, breathing quietly.

"Hey! Si Song! You..." Xiao Qian exclaimed. "what are you doing!"

"What's the matter in another life?" Si Song glanced at Chang Xiyang who was slumped on the ground, "He doesn't want to, so let's do it again. Let his soul go to purify."

"I will sing hymns for you." Chang Xiyang seemed to have light in his eyes.

"Then I have to create a God." But his light went out.

Like something, invaded in.

The strands are entangled, blocking my throat, making him unable to breathe, sticky, stubborn, and slowly flowing, drilling into his blood vessels, thick and dark.

The moment before he fainted, he knew that not only was there an invasion, but something was being stripped.

Where there is in, there is out, isn't it?

It was gone, peeled off one by one, like scattered sweaters.

"Si Song!" Someone screamed.

But he is very tired.

I don't want to worry about anything.

Let me be a cat.Si Song thought...

The wool balls are also pretty good.

With a lone courage, I fled in the dark.

The driftwood rots and sinks into the water.The spider's thread breaks, and the straw turns to ashes.

There is nothing left to redeem.

Good night……