Scum attack is the real substitute

"Yes, I owe you." Nan Youxing murmured unconsciously: "I made a mistake at the beginning. I also want to make it up to you, as long as you tell me, I will try my best to make it up." Nan Youxing was exhausted He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Then love me, Nan Youxing, use all your strength to fall in love with me." Pei Shixiao held Nan Youxing's face in both hands, and kissed him delicately with his lower lip.

Nan Youxing's lips were pale and cold, and his eyelashes were drooping. Without saying a word, he let Pei Shixiao kiss him indifferently.

Pei Shixiao stopped kissing, clasped Nan Youxing's throat with the thumb of his right hand, and clasped the back of his neck with the remaining four fingers, and gently rubbed his Adam's apple with his thumb: "Speak."

"Except for this... I can't do it." Nan Youxing's Adam's apple slid up and down Pei Shixiao's fingertips.

Pei Shixiao lowered his forehead, pressed against his forehead, rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek, and licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue: "What? You can give me your life, but you can't love me?"

Pei Shixiao stretched out his fingertips and stroked his lips. Seeing Nan Youxing's indifferent face, he couldn't hold back his strength until the lips were like flowers, with a little rosy color.

"I'm sorry." Nan Youxing was silent for a long time before finally saying these three words with difficulty.

Pei Shixiao's hand clasping Nan Youxing's neck couldn't help but push him to the bedside: "... You haven't tried hard, so you say you can't do it? What are you running away from, Nan Youxing?" star."

Nan Youxing couldn't help coughing in a low voice, the red mark of finger pressure floating on his fair neck was particularly obvious.

Pei Shixiao panicked immediately, and immediately let go of the hand that was pressing Nan Youxing's Adam's apple, wrinkles formed between his brows, and he lowered his head to look at his neck: "What's the matter? I didn't use much force just now."

Nan Youxing subconsciously covered his neck with his hands, turned his face sideways: "...it's nothing."

"Why so tender." Pei Shixiao couldn't help muttering, reaching out his hand to touch his red spot.Seeing that Nan Youxing was blocking it with his hand, Pei Shixiao gently touched the socket on the back of his hand with his fingertips: "Let go, show me."

Nan Youxing had no choice but to let go, and Pei Shixiao lowered his head to look carefully before he heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I dare not touch you anymore, it will turn red when I touch you."

When Pei Shixiao spoke, the hot air from his mouth was finely sprayed on Nan Youxing's most vulnerable place, which was a little itchy.Nan Youxing pressed his back against the head of the bed, there was no way to hide, no way to retreat, he could only tilt his head, his fingers tightly clutching the bed sheet.

As if sensing his tension, Pei Shixiao leaned closer, licked his red mark with the tip of his tongue, breathing unsteadily: "I really want to bite you to death."

The wet and warm touch made Nan Youxing tremble like a small animal, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push him away.

"……don't want!"

Pei Shixiao was pushed back by him, Nan Youxing bent his knees uncomfortably and hugged his hands, buried his head on his knees, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I can't do it, I can't love others. "

"Is it impossible to love, or are you running away?" Pei Shixiao got up, sat cross-legged in front of Nan Youxing, climbed onto his knee with one hand, separated his legs forcefully, strangled his chin and lifted it up.

Pei Shixiao approached his face aggressively: "It's because you owed Wen Shichuan your life, and you feel that you can't pay it back, so you have to give him all of yourself, right? Do you feel that falling in love with someone else is not enough?" Is it the betrayal of Wen Shichuan? I don't believe that you have no feelings for me, otherwise why would you break up with me? You can obviously continue to treat me as Wen Shichuan's substitute! It's because you can't do it anymore, you can't treat me anymore It's Wen Shichuan's substitute, right? You love me, Nan Youxing, you love me!"

Instead of convincing Nan Youxing, he seemed to be convincing himself, emphasizing "you love me" over and over again.

Nan Youxing frowned in pain, and closed his eyes not to look at Pei Shixiao's face.

"No, it's not like this..."

Pei Shixiao's eyes were blazing madly, and he cupped Nan Youxing's cheek with both hands, and put it against his forehead: "Wen Shichuan is dead. But Xing Xing, you can't just live in the past. You think Wen Shichuan gave you his life just to see You don’t drive anymore, and you live forever in the world where he died, with no future, no dreams, and no future? What’s the difference between living like this and being dead?”

"Don't worry about it!!" Nan Youxing's eyes were washed bright with tears, he pushed Pei Shixiao away with all his strength, and got off the bed with bare feet.

Lightning flashed outside the window, Nan Youxing's eyes were astonishingly bright, he stood barefoot in front of the window, his figure was precarious.

Just when Pei Shixiao didn't expect it, Nan Youxing pushed the window open suddenly, the wind and rain outside the window floated obliquely on him, and soon wet his hair, cheeks, and the corners of his clothes, and he stepped out of the window. sat on the window.

"Since there is no difference between me now and being dead, I might as well die and see him."

The blood on Pei Shixiao's face faded instantly, and he hurried towards Nan Youxing, but was startled by Nan Youxing's shaking body.

"Don't come over. I'll definitely jump down faster than you come over." Nan Youxing's forehead hair was already soaked, and the rain fell on his face, mixing with his tears.

Under the night, his turned eyes seemed to be immersed in ice water, desperate and cold.

Pei Shixiao didn't dare to move anymore, he could only stretch out his hand towards Nan Youxing, his fingertips trembling.

"Come back, Xing Xing, you come back first. It's all my fault, I won't force you anymore. It doesn't matter if you love me or not, as long as you come back... Have you forgotten Star? Have you forgotten those two new generation drivers? ? They entered this team because of you, they are your apprentices, your companions, you agreed to win the WRC championship together..."

"I can't take care of myself anymore, I can't care about them anymore." Nan Youxing raised his head wearily, glanced at the pouring rain outside the window, and crossed the other leg indifferently: "I'm so tired, Ah Shi, alive Really tired..."

Taking advantage of Nan Youxing's gaze staggered, Pei Shixiao seized the opportunity and rushed over, hugged his upper body tightly, and dragged him into the room: "Wen Shichuan gave you his life, are you going to die? Are you going to die?" If you dare to jump down, I will accompany you. Didn't Wen Shichuan just give you his life, and I can give you my life too."

Nan Youxing's body suddenly fell limp into Pei Shixiao's arms, his face was astonishingly pale, his wet forehead hair pressed against his eyes, and the eyelids slowly closed.

He passed out.

Pei Shixiao hugged Nan Youxing tightly, his fingertips still trembling uncontrollably.

"I will pretend to be Wen Shichuan. I can pretend to be him for the rest of my life, as long as you stay by my side."

A drop of tear pressed down on Pei Shixiao's eyes, he looked down at Nan Youxing, the tear fell straight from his eyes, hit Nan Youxing's cheek, mixed with rain and tears, and merged into one.

"The patient has symptoms of PTSD to heavy rain, commonly known as post-traumatic stress disorder. It should be that the patient has witnessed or encountered one or more actual deaths involving himself or others in heavy rain, causing him to appear and persist. Mental disorder①. So every time there is a heavy rain, the patient will have a certain degree of over-reaction. At this time, you should not stimulate the patient, you should follow him and comfort him.”

"It's my fault, doctor." Pei Shixiao's whole body was drenched by the heavy rain, and the hands hanging by the side of his trousers were still trembling uncontrollably.

"How is he now? Can I go in and see him?" Pei Shixiao's eyes were heavy, wet, and he looked embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, the doctor sighed softly: "The patient is not awake yet, he is drenched all over, and may have complications and fever. It is better for the patient's family to take care of him first, and be careful not to overwhelm the patient with his illness." .”

Pei Shixiao didn't care about changing clothes, after changing Nan Youxing into a hospital gown, he carefully dried his hair with a hair dryer.

After finishing all this, he changed out of his wet clothes, fearing that Nan Youxing would be overwhelmed by his illness.

When Nan Youxing woke up, his mind was still in a dull state.

He glanced around and saw Pei Shixiao sleeping on the bedside table at a glance.

Pei Shixiao didn't even dare to sleep beside the bed, his tall body huddled in the corner aggrieved.

Nan Youxing sat up quietly, looking at Pei Shixiao nestled there, unconsciously stretched out the hand with the hanging needle, but as soon as the fingertips touched his arm, he curled up as if being electrocuted.

Pei Shixiao moved, and raised his head from the pressed arm, just in time to meet Nan Youxing's gaze.

"You're awake." Pei Shixiao's voice was hoarse, with thick dark circles under his eyelids, he got up and unscrewed the lid of the kettle, poured a cup of hot water, and brought the cup to Nan Youxing's lips: "Drink some water first Bar."

Nan Youxing didn't open his mouth.

"Don't you want to drink?" Pei Shixiao put down the cup, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted beside Nan Youxing's bed.He was unshaven and in a rather sluggish state.

"Just drink a little to moisturise your lips, okay? Your lips are peeling, and I feel distressed." Pei Shixiao's tone was soft and gentle, almost lying on the bedside with his upper body, staring at him from bottom to top with a focused look.

This sight made Nan Youxing feel a little uncomfortable.

He said hoarsely: "Pei Shixiao..."

"Look at you, your voice is hoarse, can you drink some water first?" Pei Shixiao took the glass of water by the bedside, and this time he only stuffed it into his hand.

"I don't feed you, I just watch you drink."

Pei Shixiao's voice was as soft as the wind, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Nan Youxing picked up the glass of water and took a sip.

"Ah Xing is so good." Pei Shixiao bent his lips, looked at him and smiled softly, and reached out to take the cup in his hand, and put it back on the bedside table.

Nan Youxing just felt weird: "...What are you doing?"

Pei Shixiao turned his head: "Huh? What are you talking about, A Xing?"

"...Why do you want to look like this." Nan Youxing frowned.

"What does it look like?" Pei Shixiao chuckled, raised his index finger and pressed his eyebrows: "Don't keep frowning, or you'll become a little old man."

"...Stop pretending, I know you are Pei Shixiao." Nan Youxing tilted his head to avoid his fingers.

"Well, I know." Pei Shixiao withdrew his fingers, his eyes gentle and forgiving.

"Look at me, Ah Xing. I can be very similar to him."

Nan Youxing felt a pain like a needle prick in his heart, secretly clenched his palm with his fingertips, and said dryly, "Stop pretending to be him."

Pei Shixiao lowered his eyes: "Then what should I do, Ah Xing. If you don't pretend to be him, why would you look at me?"

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① From Baidu Encyclopedia's explanation of PTSD.

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