Don't slag me, it doesn't work

Su Xingle and Qin Ye were close, and they sat side by side. Qin Ye's eyes fell on him when he heard the words, he couldn't see any curiosity, and he responded meaningfully:

"what's up."

"I'll change it with you. How about you take care of that Hangliu tonight?"

Qin Ye was bored and listened with lowered eyes, probably because he had enough sleep and was in good spirits.

"Shouldn't you at least give me a reason for making a request?"

"The girl asked me to come to you. Actually, I don't care, but you also know that she is only a few days away. Out of humanistic care, I will tell you for her."

Su Xingle rested his elbows on the back of Qin Ye's chair, maintaining that posture, dejected:

"Although it doesn't matter first, they are all taken care of in the same way, but who knows about fate, she may not survive tonight."

"so?"

"She said the last thought was you."

Qin Ye laughed, thinking that these words were very interesting.

"In just a few days, I became her dying wish?"

Su Xingle looked at him meaningfully and whispered, "Yeah, you are too attractive, young people can't handle it." After he finished speaking, he brought the topic back on track, "Should I change it? Well go up and tell her."

He thought that Qin Ye would respond, after all, being on the verge of death always makes people feel sorry and sympathetic, and then he compromised and softened his heart.

But the other party refused flatly:

"No, I'm a hard-hearted person."

Firstly, Qin Ye didn't feel that he owed Hang Liu, and secondly, he found it troublesome, so he simply refused.

The decadent one was stunned for a moment, and the words were all held back in his stomach.

They were quite idle during the period after dinner, Su Xingle didn't go face to face with Hang Liu immediately.

He fished out a pack of cigarettes that he exchanged for points from his pocket, and just after lighting it, he stuffed the lighter back into his pocket, and felt that smoking alone was not very interesting, so he handed one to Qin Ye.

Qin Ye hadn't touched this thing for a long time, and was aroused by the addiction, he reached out to take it and borrowed fire from Su Xingle, biting the tail, got up and pushed open the window to reveal a gap.

In the smoky atmosphere, Mars flickered. They sat one by one and stood there. There was a large darkness behind Qinye. He faced the warm and light room, while the back was cold, and the separation between light and dark was just right.

"Are you really going to see her?"

"Is it okay if I look at her?"

"..."

Qin Ye smiled there, with a bit of inhumanity on his body, as if he was coldly rejecting others for thousands of miles, but he was full of smoke and fire.

Su Xingle suddenly felt that he, who was not considered a young man, was a little bit overwhelmed.

Seeing that Qin Ye was about to leave after smoking, Su Xingle stretched out his hand and accidentally touched Qin Ye's wound. The latter frowned in pain, looked back, and said a bit teasingly:

"Why, I didn't agree. Are you a doctor planning to attack me?"

Su Xingle looked at him, glanced at the cut on his forearm, still depressed, but there was a little more fire inside.

He smiled: "Yes. Come to my room later, and I'll give you a medicine. In fact, I have a heart of stone, but for you, it's not impossible to change the heart of a Bodhisattva."

The one who was being pulled stopped with a look of indifference, looked into his eyes, and replied:

"Bodhisattva, you should save yourself."

Qin Ye just said it casually, but to Su Xingle, these words directly touched his heart.

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and went upstairs, Su Xingle sat there for a while, put his hands in his pockets, touched the rubber band for a while, hesitated, and then combed his hair again.

A dejected iron tree showed signs of blooming, but he knew that once the flowers bloomed, the tree would be completely useless.

The temperature dropped quickly at night, because after sleeping for a while in the afternoon, Qin Ye was not too sleepy, so he stayed in the room, just lying in bed and watching the sky.

The top floor was colder than the two floors below, the wind was strong, and the chill was blowing in. Qin Ye got up and closed the window, and suddenly there was some movement outside the door.

Qin Ye didn't know who this point would be. He opened it, and then froze in a rare way.

Hang Liu stood outside.

Her complexion was pale, but her eyes were still bright. When she saw Qin Ye, she hung it on him without saying a word. Qin Ye didn't even have time to hide, and a pair of hands grabbed the back of her neck.

"..."

"Qin Ye, if you don't go, I have no choice but to come and find you."

Qin Ye really didn't expect that the weak Liu Fufeng would come upstairs to find him, and that Su Xingle didn't stop him.

Sister Daiyu spoke with a crying tone, and she didn't intend to let go at all, but she didn't have any strength on her feet, and she fell down unnaturally.

Qin Ye felt a little helpless, separated her hands with one arm, bent down and directly supported her on his shoulders.

"Why are you looking for me?" Qin Ye's movements were not very gentle, but neat and direct, he lifted his foot and stepped out the door to lead him downstairs, "My sign is on the fourth day, you checked it too early."

"..."

Hang Liu didn't even have the slightest chance to resist, and was forcibly sent back when he first arrived.

She leaned on his back, and Qin Ye walked down the steps step by step, and she followed her step by step. Although this posture is not romantic, the two of them are very close, and Hang Liu can even smell the strangeness on each other's body. Too strong tobacco smell.

The stairs were neither wide nor narrow, and there was no wind, but Hang Liu was unnaturally cold because of his illness. When the two touched each other, Qin Ye's body temperature became clearer through the cloth.

"Looking for you to fall in love with me, I won't live long, will you do as I please." After she finished speaking, she paused, and followed up with a joke, "I want to check your brand every day."

"Wake up, I don't have points on me, what are you trying to do?"

There was a little smile in Qin Ye's words, which seemed heartless and unjust.

Consciously or unintentionally, Hang Liu circled his back with his fingers, answered the conversation quickly, and said kindly: "I'm a picture of you."

After she finished saying this, Qin Ye just walked to the corridor on the second floor, he didn't take the love words seriously at all, and put him on the ground:

"Okay, let's go, wash and sleep."

"..."

Hangliu station was silent and speechless, remembering a non-verbal sentence I saw before: "No one likes you, unless you are very beautiful or dying."

At that time, I really thought it was right, but thinking about it now, it was all fart.

Now that she has all these two points, why doesn't this person even give him an extra look.

After much deliberation, two words: frustration.

After Qin Ye delivered her, he turned around and was about to go upstairs. He pressed his hand on his shoulder, which seemed a little sore after holding her for a long time.

Hang Liu was not quite reconciled, and called him, but the other party didn't turn his head back, so she simply raised her voice a little higher, and Qin Ye, who had already climbed two steps, finally responded.

"what on earth do you want?"

"Send the Buddha to the west, can you just carry me to my room? I can't walk now, I can't even stand firmly."

Qin Ye didn't want to talk to her, but after the girl finished speaking, she took a false step, staggered and stood against the wall, and leaned to the side, the real weak willow Fufeng.

In order to save more trouble in the future, Qin Ye simply complied with her and planned to let Lei Feng get a room for someone after all.

A door not far away was suddenly pushed open at this moment, Su Xingle leaned out half of his body, the three of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little delicate.

"I'm sorry, I just fell asleep and didn't pay attention. I'll take him back right away."

The one who came out of the room leaned towards Hang Liu's position while talking, Hang Liu didn't seem to want to go back, the poor Lihua wanted to bring rain.

"Give up, I won't go with you."

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became a classic NTR scene of "You love me, I don't love you, I love him".

Su Xingle: "...Then you don't want to follow, I'll just carry you back."

"Don't think I don't know, the smell of smoke on your bodies is the same, you just want to rob someone from me, won't your conscience hurt when you fight with a weak woman like me who is dying."

"……"Won't.

The Big Triangle Shura Field has become a catch of "you smell of tobacco on you".rape scene.

Qin Ye stood on the steps, looking at the scene, not knowing what to say, and as the male protagonist, he took the lead to withdraw from the three-person stage.

He didn't care about what happened afterwards, and it was three days later that he met Hang Liu again.

During the few days, the weather was calm, and the outside of the house remained the same. They switched modes during the day and night, and they didn't go out much. They lived on the ingredients they had left before, and Su Xingle never mentioned Daiyu, the playwright, to Qin Ye.

On the fourth day, Qin Ye went to Hang Liu's room according to the established order.

The room was dark because the curtains were drawn. Hang Liu was lying sideways on the bed, with her long hair spread on the pillow, making her complexion pale. Compared with before, she seemed a little weaker and less energetic.

The seductive girl who turned the corner at his door that night did not look like a patient, but now it is somewhat real.

Qin Ye sat down on a chair nearby, and there was only silence in the room.

"You're here."

Hang Liu made a soft sound, her posture did not change, but she opened her eyes and looked at Qin Ye.

The one who was stared at said "um", bowed his head lazily, and said nothing.

He was used to being alone, and he really didn't know how to take care of others, let alone how to get along with a patient who was declared dying.

It's so hard to comfort this kind of thing.

Fortunately, Hang Liu had no intention of comforting him, she sat up halfway, and then handed over the cup by her table, breaking the silence forcefully.

"Pour me some water."

Qin Ye didn't refuse, and helped her get a glass of warm water and handed it over, but the one on the bed didn't answer it.

She looked at him: "Hey me."

The one who was seen raised her brows slightly, and looked back: "The little girl has nothing to do with it."

"I have no strength in my hands, please be considerate of the patient."

Qin Ye put the cup back, then glanced around, found a straw and put it in.

"Come on, I'm considerate, Brother Ye will put it aside for you, just turn your head, it's convenient."

"..."

Hang Liu didn't know what to do, so he took a sip from the straw, then lay back halfway on the bed and continued to look at Qin Ye.

These days, Qin Ye doesn't care how many pairs of eyes are staring at him, and how long he stares at him is as steady as Mount Tai, so he just let Hang Liu watch without moving.

"You said that we are alone and widowed in the same room, do you want to do something?"

With the back of his hand resting on his forehead, Qin Ye was casual and casual. "How about sleeping?"

...? !Hang Liu was startled and didn't recover for a long time.

"Okay... okay."

"Okay, you can close your eyes."

"..."

After Qin Ye finished speaking, he closed his eyes first, and Hang Liu's unserious thoughts fell through as expected.

The room fell silent immediately, without any sound.

A few minutes later, sister Daiyu suddenly coughed twice, and Qin Yeyouyou lifted her eyelids and looked over with her forehead closed and her eyes rested.

Hang Liu frowned, his lips were pale, and his voice was very soft, with a touch of air.

"Qin Ye, come here, I feel a little uncomfortable."

The author has something to say: Qin Ye: I don't want to move.