He's super cute

Lightning followed one after another, and thunder followed one after another.

The man was standing by the door, with one hand in his pocket, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

Yu Xiaoque felt the danger inexplicably, out of the intuition of a small animal, she grabbed the hem of her clothes and took a few steps back, faltering: "I, I'm here to find medicine..."

Jiang Yan was not quite right, he smelled of alcohol which was rare, and he carried an inexplicable hostility, and there was undisguised disgust in his eyes, his eyelids were raised, as if he was looking at something dirty and disgusting .

There was no longer the slightest bit of tenderness as usual.

"Get out." Jiang Yan stared at him with cold eyes, untied his tie slowly, and walked towards the desk.

Yu Xiaoque was frightened all over, she didn't dare to speak, she nodded cautiously with her neck stiff, and she didn't dare to explore the words on the photo, she took small steps and was about to sneak out boldly.

Before he could touch the doorknob, a cool voice sounded from behind.

"and many more."

Yu Xiaoque suddenly stiffened her hands and back, stopped her steps, and didn't even dare to turn her head.

He had a sensitive mind, and Jiang Yangang cleaned him up again. Now looking at Jiang Yan, he wished he could curl up in a corner with his tail between his legs and his head in his arms.

"This is what you took out?" The man behind him seemed to be fiddling with the dictionary, and his blue-gray shadow was reflected on the wall.

Yu Xiaoque quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around against the door, and said softly, "It's me, I didn't mean it..."

"I just want to find medicine..."

Because it really hurts.

The man didn't bother to listen to his explanation, so he interrupted coldly, "What's inside?"

"It fell to the ground..." Little Canary shrank her neck timidly, her voice hoarse after crying, "It's by the table."

Jiang Yan didn't speak for a long time, Yu Xiaoque hung her head, almost suffocated by the pressure in the air.

He secretly raised his eyes to glance at Jiang Yan, just in time to meet the man's bottomless black eyes, with some redness in his eyes.

Sitting behind the large table, Jiang Yan folded his arms and rested his chin, looking at him leisurely, his eyes were dark and merciless, especially scanning his thin neck several times.

Yu Xiaoque couldn't help feeling cold.

"Do you know what day it is today?" The man knocked on the table rhythmically with his index finger, tilted his head to look at Yu Xiaoque and smiled, seeing the stupid look on his face, his voice was low and inaudible, "What do you know?"

Yu Xiaoque almost thought that she had heard it wrong, but she didn't dare to ask further.

There was something self-deprecating in the usually cold and arrogant man's laughter.

"Pick it up." Jiang Yan's fragility at that moment was like a hallucination. He propped his chin, tapped his toes in front of him, and said softly, "There are no rules."

Yu Xiaoque trembled a little, and walked over slowly under Jiang Yan's gaze. His legs were so soft that he almost sat on the ground. He wiped the edge of the table and stood up.

His fear of Jiang Yan was rooted in his bones, not to mention the malice in the man's eyes would soon overflow.

The two photos fell on the ground, the reverse side up, and the tear in the middle was enough to see the hatred between them.

But paradoxically, it has been carefully preserved.

Little Canary was about to go around Jiang Yan to pick up the photos, but was caught by something, staggered a few steps uncontrollably, and fell straight onto the vase on the side.

"Ah—" There was a sound of broken porcelain mixed with thunder.

Yu Xiaoque's eyes were black, and he was lying on the ground straight, with the fragments of the vase under his body, and the pain that exploded rushed to his forehead.

Bai Nen's knees and arms were pierced with large and small fragments, blood was oozing out, and soon stained the clothes and the carpet under her body red.

"Why are you so careless?" The man unhurriedly stretched his feet back, kicked away the debris at his feet, squatted down slowly, brushed away the messy hair on Yu Xiaoque's forehead, and said, "Recklessly. "

Yu Xiaoque was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he moved his whole body with a single hair, the wounds spread all over his body, his muscles spasmed one after another, he couldn't even tell where the pain was more severe.

"Did you fall now?" Jiang Yan seemed to be blaming a disobedient child, and wiped off his cold sweat little by little with a handkerchief, then changed the topic, "It really will fall, but I really like this vase."

"How are you going to compensate me?"

The eyes of the little Canary in his arms were blurred, and after hearing the man's words clearly, his heart seemed to be hit hard.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose..." He shook his throat, and let out a bit of uncontrollable crying, "Something tripped me..."

"Also learned to lie." The man shook his head resentfully, pinched his cheek, "Didn't I teach you that you have to pay for doing wrong things?"

Yu Xiaoque tried to widen her eyes, her mind was so noisy, she wanted to understand the man's expression, maybe it was just a joke?

But he clearly saw the unquestionable look in the man's eyes.

His little hands were covered with beads of cold sweat, and were still stained with blood. He carefully grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, as if he was being subdued, but also as if he was tremblingly dependent.

"I'll punish you..." Jiang Yan was not moved at all, but instead laughed with interest, "It's raining so hard, go out and see if the ant nest at the door is flooded."

"When the rain stops, let's forget about it."

"Sir..." Yu Xiaoque's face turned pale suddenly, her voice was soft but almost hoarse, "Sir, I can't bear it..."

The ant nest was under the steps. If you want to see it clearly, you have to kneel down to see it.

The wounds all over his body were probably gone before the rain stopped.

"If you don't try, how do you know you won't be able to bear it." Jiang Yan said with a faint smile, covering Yu Xiaoque's long hair, but the chill in his words froze the person in his arms, "Hey, you know I like obedient people the most. child."

The light in Little Canary's eyes slowly went out.

"Does it hurt?" The man seemed to find it meaningless, suddenly pressed Yu Xiaoque's wound hard, and asked in a warm voice as if curious.

Yu Xiaoque flicked it violently, then fell back into Jiang Yan's arms weakly, gasping for breath.

Jiang Yan saw that the more he hurt, the happier he was, and his heart ached from being squeezed, so he couldn't help laughing, "Where is this going?"

"You will endure some of the days to come."

Jiang Yan leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, with a cold expression, as if he had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, rubbing his wrist over and over again, until Yu Xiaoque's suppressed sobs faded away.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, brushed his index finger across the corner of his mouth that was always smiling, and wiped the blood off his hands casually.

The rain was surprisingly heavy, with lightning and thunder.

Just like that rainy night, Jiang Yan was remembered for seven years.

Also hated for seven years.

He bent down to pick up the photo on the ground, and stroked the young man's smile on the photo, as if it was the first spring snow.

Jiang Yan walked to the window, the kneeling mass in front of the door was shivering, and the clothes were soaked through with blood.

He only glanced at it before closing the window, his lowered eyes gliding through a line of almost invisible pity.