The sick young master went to dance again

After Lu Si came out of the bathroom with Song Yuxing on his back, he received a bunch of surprised and gossiping eyes, especially Han Ye, who was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Didn't Brother Xing just go to put some water, why did Boss Lu recite it? What did they do in the bathroom? !

It shouldn't be, such a short time...

Lu Si walked straight towards Han Ye, and he recognized him as Song Yuxing's friend.

Ignoring the complex emotions on the other party's face, he said calmly: "Song Yuxing is drunk, I will take him back first."

Han Ye looked at Song Yuxing, who was sleeping soundly on Lu Si's back, and nodded in a daze.

It wasn't until seeing Lu Si walking away with Song Yuxing on his back that Han Ye realized that Song Yunxiu had told him before that if there was anything going on between Lu Si and Brother Xing, he had to tell him as soon as possible.

So, does this count now?Do you want to tell Brother Song?

Song Yuxing was so drunk that Lu Si didn't intend to send him back to school, but drove home directly.

The night was dark, and it was already late when we returned to the villa.

The young man was lying soundly asleep in the back seat of the car. The space in the seat was not big enough, and his thin body was curled up slightly.

Lu Si opened the car door, his beautiful black eyes became deeper and deeper in the night, he bent down, and carefully hugged Song Yuxing.

Holding his butt in front of him like holding a baby.

"Hmm..." The man in his arms smacked his lips in a daze, wrapped his hands around the man's neck, and tilted his head on the man's shoulder.

Lu Si turned his face away, kissed him on the side of his face, and then walked into the house with long legs.

The moonlight covered the ground with a layer of silver light, unknown bugs were chirping in the grass, and the light elongated their shadows.

Lu Si directly carried Song Yuxing back to his room, applied ice to the small bag that had been knocked out on his forehead, and wiped his body to change his clothes.

After taking good care of the person, Lu Si's body was already sweating, and his heart was in a panic.

After all, I saw everything when I changed clothes just now.

After all, he was a young and energetic normal man, not to mention that he had been prescribed meat a while ago, and he had experienced the taste of this.

Food color also.

Lu Si didn't do anything in the end. Although he wasn't a gentleman, he wasn't a villain who took advantage of others.

Although he really wanted to teach Song Yuxing a disobedient little liar.

However, the future is long.

Lu Si went out to smoke a cigarette, then went into the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm down his restless heart.

The night outside the window swayed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and only one bedside lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and the warm yellow light shone on the bed.

Lu Si closed the curtains and walked to the bed.

The person on the bed was wearing his own T-shirt and trousers. Because the neckline of the jacket was too wide, half of his shoulders were exposed.

The young man was sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt on his side, with half of his cheek sunk in the pillow, his fair side face looked softer under the light, his sleeping face was peaceful and well-behaved.

It's only when he's asleep that he looks cute.

Sitting on the bed, Lu Si leaned over and kissed the young man's pale lips.

Although I can't do anything to him, it's still possible to take advantage of it, and it can be regarded as asking for interest in advance.

Lu Si lay down, with his long arms across Song Yuxing's waist, holding him in his arms, breathing the breath of the other person.

He turned off the light and closed his eyes contentedly.

-

At three o'clock in the morning, the villa area was quiet.

The curtains blocked the moonlight, the bedroom was dark, and the gentle and long breathing sounded in my ears.

Song Yuxing's eyelashes trembled, trying to open his eyes, but he couldn't wake up from the intermittent nightmare.

His head was heavy, but his body kept falling, as if he was about to fall into a dark abyss.

It was like being in a sea of ​​flames, those red dancing flames seemed to be roasting his body.

Song Yuxing had the same nightmare again.

In the dream, he was still a child, locked in a small room with no light coming in, it was raining outside, and the air in the room was filled with a rotten and damp smell.

The man's body smelled of bad alcohol, and he held a steel pipe as thick as a forearm in his hand, standing in front of him like a huge monster.

The man spoke unbearably vulgar words, and viciously raised the steel pipe in his hand and threw it at his right leg...

……

Lu Si was awakened by the sudden sound of dreaming in his ears.

The voice was weak, filled with deep fear and panic, even pain and despair.

It made his heart twitch as well, stinging like a needle prick.

He suspected that he was dreaming, but the voice in his ear was too real, it was from the person in his arms.

"don't want……"

Lu Si's heart twitched suddenly, and then he opened his eyes.

The light in the room was too dim, and only the outlines of objects could be vaguely seen.

His vision is limited and his other senses are magnified, so he can clearly feel the body temperature of the people around him, which is very hot.

Moreover, his body was still trembling slightly, and his mouth was uttering dry and fuzzy ravings, which sounded painful.

Lu Si hurriedly got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light illuminated the dark bedroom, and he could clearly see Song Yuxing's appearance at this time.

Song Yuxing arched her body, almost curled up into a ball, her thin shoulders were still trembling slightly.

His brows were frowned uncomfortably, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, but his slightly fluttering lips were as dry and pale as a piece of paper.

Lu Si hugged the person in his arms, and the skin he touched was scorching hot, and his body was covered in cold sweat, which almost soaked his shirt, as if he had been fished out of the water.

It was obviously alive and kicking a few hours ago, but now it was so fragile that it would break if touched.

Lu Si touched Song Yuxing's forehead with the back of his hand, and it became even hotter, at least 39 degrees.

He got out of bed in a hurry and had to rush him to the hospital.

At this moment, Song Yuxing's pale lips opened and closed, making a soft whisper.

Lu Si leaned over and got closer to hear what he was saying clearly.

"Dad, don't..."

"do not hit me……"

dad?

The first thing he thought of was Uncle Song, the father of Song Yunxiu and Song Yuxing.

He had been to Song's house several times before. Uncle Song was a gentle and refined elder, and it was impossible for him to do anything to hurt the child.

Therefore, the "father" Song Yuxing said was not Uncle Song, but his adoptive father... Song Maoxue.

When Lu Si didn't know Song Yuxing's identity before, he thought Song Maoxue was Song Yuxing's biological father.

He once heard from Song Yunxiu that his younger brother was sold to someone else by a human trafficker, and that buyer was probably Song Maoxue.

Song Yunxiu also said that his younger brother has suffered a lot and suffered a lot in recent years.

As for the specific content, Lu Si is not clear.

He didn't know what kind of suffering Song Yuxing had suffered from Song Maoxue all these years, which made him beg for mercy in his sleep.

Seeing the young man's uncomfortable appearance at this time, Lu Si's heart throbbed with pain, his heart seemed to be covered by an airtight bag, and he was so stuffy.

He didn't have time to think about other things, "It's okay, good boy."

Lu Si raised his hand and gently stroked Song Yuxing's cheek, leaned over and kissed the reddened eyes.

"It's all over, and I'm here." The man's voice was a little hoarse just after waking up, and it was more cautiously gentle and comforting, "Little boy, I won't let others hurt you again."

He was comforting Song Yuxing, and at the same time made up his mind for himself, his tone was low but firm.

As if hearing these words, Song Yuxing whimpered in his sleep, and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes indiscriminately, until his knuckles turned white.

A low moan escaped between the pale lips and teeth, "It hurts... oh my legs hurt."

Tears overflowed from the tightly closed eyes, wet the slender eyelashes, and fell in clusters on the white skin.

Lu Si held his hand, feeling that someone had rubbed his heart into a ball, his little liar should always be happy, confident, and flamboyant.

Instead of the fragile look now.

"It's okay, I'll take you to the doctor now."

"Hey, bear with it for a while."

After coaxing a few words, Lu Si hugged him horizontally, and hurriedly walked outside.

Song Yuxing should just have a fever. As for why he cried and complained of leg pain, he didn't know.

At three o'clock in the morning, Beicheng had fallen into a deep sleep, and there were few vehicles on the road.

Lu Si drove unimpeded all the way to the nearby tertiary hospital.

There are not many people in the emergency department.

After the examination, Song Yuxing only had a normal fever, which had reached 39 degrees and required drips.

Probably because I stayed in the swimming pool for a long time at night and got cold.

Song Yuxing's health has always been poor.

The nurse came over to give an IV, Lu Si frowned slightly, watching the sharp needle inserted into the dark blue vein, the back of his hand was so white that there was no blood, and the medicine in the hanging bottle dripped down little by little.

After the nurse finished her work, she looked at the handsome man who had been standing beside him worriedly, and couldn't help but chuckled, "He's fine, you don't have to worry so much."

This handsome guy looked worried, as if the patient didn't have a cold and a fever, but was missing an arm and a leg.

Still, these two seem like a good match.

Lu Sichong nodded to the nurse, "Thank you."

The nurse explained a few more words, and went to do other things.

Lu Si never took his eyes off Song Yuxing. He put his arms around Song Yuxing and let his head rest on his shoulder.

Song Yuxing's condition has improved a bit, he no longer has nightmares, and no longer cries of pain.

He leaned quietly on the man's broad shoulders, as if he had found support, but his delicate eyebrows were still slightly frowned, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

The man's eyelids drooped slightly, blocking the emotion in his eyes.

He gently stroked the reddened eye ends of the young man with his fingertips, and kissed the fair forehead.

Lu Si found that he still knew very little about Song Yuxing.

He only saw the rebellious side of the little liar, but he didn't know what was hidden behind these things.

It seems that I have to ask Song Yunxiu.