"Brother Xie, do you hate me so much that you want to kill me now?"
"Kill you?"
Xie Qingcheng clenched his teeth and said, "You're not stupid, is that why you ran away?"
He Yu didn't expect him to talk like this, and the calmness and ruthlessness he had just put together was suddenly opened up to reveal the embarrassment of a teenager underneath.
The boy stopped smiling instantly and turned slightly green: "I didn't run away!"
"You didn't run away?"
"...... I wasn't running away, I was just ...... me ......"
"You just?" Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, pressing on.
"......"
"You just woke up a little early this morning, put your trousers on, felt refreshed, looked at the weather outside, thought you'd better have a relaxing and healthy morning jog, and so as not to be disturbed by yesterday's bad debts, you blacked out my phone and WeChat together and left the room thinking everything was fine, so happy that you forgot to settle your bill. Is that right?!"
"......" He Yu's face turned even uglier, as if poisoned.
"You're a fucking piece of shit, He Yu. You're a piece of shit who only runs away when you're in trouble."
He Yu's face was blue with embarrassment and anger, a little aggravated and even humiliated: "I said I didn't run away! I just came back to pay when you called!"
Xie Qingcheng was also furious: "You have the face? I want you to pay for this? I'm telling you if it wasn't for ...... I'd never want to see you again in my life!"
If he had 1.68 million on his card, he could have paid for it himself, and he wouldn't have asked He Yu to come back. He's a man too, does he need He Yu to pay for the room?
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Xie Qingcheng kept scolding He Yu.
He Yu also stared back at him sharply.
Although both men subconsciously lowered their voices, there was no hiding the sabre-rattling atmosphere.
The lady at the cashier's desk was peeking out from the far side of the counter and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Xie Qingcheng again.
--This man spent $1,680,000 on the young master in one night, how could he have made him suffer?
Shameless to the core!
After a long confrontation, He Yu was too angry to talk to Xie Qingcheng about it. He readjusted his breathing and tried hard to calm himself down.
"So what do you want now." He Yu said with hatred.
"I'm already back in person, why don't you ask the front desk for another knife and just kill me?"
He stared at him with some fierce sarcasm in his tone.
"Just kill you?" Xie Qingcheng laughed coldly, "That's naive. I want to take a fucking knife and dissect you alive, one by one!"
He Yu listened and smiled predictably, his eyes still a little red and his face still a little green: "Good ...... good. It's okay."
He repeated again, "It's okay."
"It doesn't matter what you say Xie Qingcheng . Whether you want to cut me alive or flog me, it doesn't matter to me. It doesn't really matter to me whether I die or not. Dead or alive I'm just a thing that nobody wants anyway."
When the young man spoke these words, the curve at the corner of his lips could not be said to be ironic or self-effacing: "You know ...... once upon a time I believed all those lies you said, stupid enough to go and try for so long, and once my faith collapsed, it was all thanks to you."
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"I'd actually rather Lu Yuzhu's gun had been a little more accurate, once and for all, and I wouldn't be so sick right now."
His dark eyes rolled slowly, and his gaze fell on Xie Qingcheng, a certain painful emotion pressing into his voice.
"That's what you think, isn't it? If I had died then, it would have been cleaner and you wouldn't have been as unlucky as you are now."
"......"
Xie Qingcheng's finger nudged He Yu with a fierce, jackal-like viciousness.
But when He Yu spoke of Lu Yuzhu, Xie Qingcheng's heart was unexpectedly knocked out of his chest.
He Yu may have been deliberate, or he may have been inadvertent, but the matter of Lu Yuzhu in the archives is what Xie Qingcheng believes he owes He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng was filled with hatred, but it was as if a gunshot was heard in his ears, and scarlet blood flowed from He Yu's shoulder, stinging his retinas and making them red with pain.
The sound of gunfire then turned into a vine, strangling his rage and keeping him from slapping He Yu hard in the face.
"...... He Yu ." At last Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his body hard and mentally tortured, his voice already hoarse beyond words after spending some time here with He Yu.
Weak, cold poles.
"You're going to argue this with me today aren't you?"
"Good. All right then. Then listen to me, even if I do something wrong, even if I don't want to continue to risk being a doctor, even if I owe it to the people who taught me, to be despised, spat on and looked down upon by my former colleagues ......"
"But I don't deserve to be tortured by you like this."
"I may not have handled some things perfectly and left you with resentment in your heart, but I didn't do anything to really wrong you when I was treating you."
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"......"
"Think for yourself if you are despicable in doing so."
He took a deep breath and murmured with a wet breath over the intense headache and dizziness, "Think for yourself."
If anything, the conversation just now was an embarrassment to He Yu.
Now, He Yu has been severely scarred by his words.
He had no intention of talking to Xie Qingcheng, and he had no intention of talking to Xie Qingcheng about Xie Xue either. But at this moment he couldn't help himself, and in full view of everyone, He Yu dragged Xie Qingcheng to the washroom and locked the door with a click.
"What do you want me to think about?"
"Huh? Xie Qingcheng: what do you make me think about!"
"You think I don't know anything yet, don't you?"
He Yu's emotions flared up: "I'm telling you, I know everything now! I know everything! --Delusions, self-protection, nothingness, many of the things that Xie Xue did in my memory actually came from my beguiling self-paralysis and imagination, I know it all!!!"
Xie Qingcheng's face turned white, which made him look even more like a wandering spirit.
"I know everything ......"
He Yu's eyes were frantic and his voice was soft, but every word was like a knife cutting into Xie Qingcheng's face: "Dr Xie, you knew everything too, but you didn't say anything, you just watched me make a fool of myself, you were worried that I would dwell on her too much and that I wouldn't be able to accept the truth if I knew it, so you dragged your feet, you didn't tell me anything, but reminded her all the time to stay away from me."
He Yu says: "Seven years on, even my old man knows that the friends I rely on are nothing more than fantasies, only I don't! I am the only one who is getting deeper and deeper into it! Are you satisfied with this play?"
"Isn't that funny, Xie Qingcheng? Don't you think you're cruel and arrogant and don't ever look at my heart at all? What am I to you, anyway? --A partially imagined person, a partially imagined person I have to rely on for even a little comfort! No one has ever really loved me or cared for me. I even had to go to my birthday alone ...... to get a blessing and a piece of cake by imagination."
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He Yu pinches Xie Qingcheng's neck and stares at his cheek.
Xie Qingcheng's face is white, but his skin is hot. The man has been tortured by himself all night yesterday, and although he can still hold it together, He Yu knows at the touch that Xie Qingcheng has a fever.
The heat lingers on his fingertips as He Yu stares at him with a deadly stare.
Much later, He Yu heard Xie Qingcheng say, "...... If you gave me another chance, I would still do the same thing, I would still keep her away from you and would still choose not to tell you the truth."
He Yu was offended by him and slammed Xie Qingcheng against the black tiled wall of the washroom, the dark, dull tiles lining the man's paper-pale face.
If the temperature in his palm wasn't so hot, He Yu would have thought that Xie Qingcheng was made of snow and was about to melt away.
Xie Qingcheng coughs softly, but his eyes are just as cold and sharp as when he first met He Yu.
"He Yu ."
"......"
"I did it because I knew you couldn't handle it."
"......"
"That's the best policy. No matter what you think, I don't feel I'm at fault in this matter."
"......"
In fact, Xie Qingcheng originally wanted to say that I owe you, He Yu, a debt of sincerity that I used to owe to you. You chose to give me your heart, you held your own heart in your palm and handed it to me on tiptoe with your head tilted up, but I only treated you as a patient, not seeing the desperate longing in your eyes for someone to be with you sincerely.
It is true that I am too insensitive.
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This will not be the case in the future.
Although I am not very good at warming up to someone, and I may still be stubborn and cold and hard, I would like to be your bridge because you were the one who chose to give me a helping hand when I was isolated, and you were the one who almost put your life on the line for that little bit of encouragement that I didn't even consider as a favour.
I may not be able to give you exactly what you want, but I can stop being Dr. Xie and I am Xie Qingcheng to you.
As long as you are still willing.
-- these were the things he had in mind and wanted to do before last night.
But now, everything has changed.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to say any more of this to He Yu, the heat on his body, the pain in his private parts, the dizziness in front of his eyes, all these were the marks of shame that He Yu's madness had left inside him.
The little bit of affection that belonged to Xie Qingcheng seemed to have been wiped out in one night.
Xie Qingcheng is being pinched by He Yu, and underneath his dishevelled forehead there is a pair of sharp, knife-edge eyes, no different from those of the past. He pushed He Yu away and lit a cigarette in front of him, but after taking a drag, he felt annoyed and put it out with a hiss on the wall beside him.
Xie Qingcheng looks hard at He Yu, his eyes a little red.
"I did everything I was supposed to do as a doctor for those seven years."
"But you committed that shit last night for that, He Yu, and I'm telling you, you're a fucking animal like a dog."
He straightened up and stepped around He Yu, fighting the intense discomfort he felt as he strode out the door, his hand on the doorknob, only to be pressed by He Yu.
"Fuck you what more do you want?!"
Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard when He Yu pushed him against the washroom door, his peach blossom eyes were on fire: "I don't have time to waste with you now, I have a family matter and I want to go home! Get the fuck out of here now!"
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He Yu really wanted to strangle Xie Qingcheng for a moment, he thought Xie Qingcheng had been inside him and should be weaker and softer in front of him, but he wasn't.
Xie Qingcheng becomes even colder and harder than before, like a watery sunken rock under a layer of ice, and the words are cold.
He Yu's attitude undoubtedly made the already mentally deranged He Yu even more violent, with thoughts of bloodshed and violence raging in his mind, he didn't know what he was going to do, maybe now that he had a gun at his side he could have killed Xie Qingcheng and left an unresisting, obedient corpse.
But as he clutched him and pulled his arm to pin him against the back of the door, their breaths intertwined and He Yu heard the muffled grunt of pain from Xie Qingcheng, and he froze again.
A scene from last night in bed was conjured up as if it were a walk in the park and swept past him in a rush.
"......"
"Get the fuck off me ...... you ...... get the fuck out!"
Xie Qingcheng's feverishly hot body writhed beneath him, and He Yu, after a few moments of subtle silence, found himself ...... surprisingly ...... feeling something... ...
"......"
Xie Qingcheng had not yet noticed this reaction, but He Yu had, but it certainly shocked him, and he was immediately surprised by himself, standing up straight and widening his almond eyes, as if Xie Qingcheng was carrying some kind of charm and aphrodisiac, not daring to come any closer.
That incident last night was an accident.
And, he himself drank 59 Degrees of Plum to arouse him.
He didn't think he'd be able to think much of Xie Qingcheng afterwards.
What happened between them was purely coincidental, the result of a glass of wine poured over the wrong one, not even a deliberate one-night stand. How could he ever react to Xie Qingcheng again?
Xie Qingcheng didn't know what was wrong with him, but since He Yu had untied him all of a sudden, that was good.
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He caught his breath and stared hard at He Yu with a wary look in his eyes before he adjusted the hem of his ruffled collar and shirt.
The shirt was actually a little small, the club only had a few spare minimalist models, and the sizes weren't all that great.
Xie Qingcheng rarely wears short sleeves, even on hot days, but always wears long-sleeved shirts and suits.
It is unlikely that a suit of the right size would allow a man to show his wrists above the top, so Xie Qingcheng's wrists are rarely seen by He Yu. Even when they were doing it last night, he was so emotional and sensually eager that his eyes only stared at Xie Qingcheng's face for long periods of time, afraid of missing any moment of Xie Qingcheng's fragile, wretched expression. At that moment, his life was immersed in a soft, wet heat that he had never felt before.
The sensation was so exciting that he didn't pay much attention to the rest of Xie Qingcheng's body, even when he was pressing the back of his hand from behind, he couldn't be bothered to look at the wrist.
It was only then that he remembered that Xie Qingcheng had a tattoo on his hand, which he had seen a long time ago.
And here and now he caught another glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's pale left wrist, a long, slender, pale smoky grey monogram above the thin, bony wrist.
"Here lies one whose na was written water"
The long sleeper of this place is known as the Book on the Water.
He Yu stared at the tattoo for too many years ...... If it wasn't for this encounter, he would have forgotten this handwriting on Xie Qingcheng's wrist.
Xie Qingcheng tugged at his clothes, gave He Yu a final scowl, turned and pushed out, slamming the door of the washroom behind him.
He Yu stands alone inside, facing the place where the two men tangled ferociously.
He was quiet for a while, letting his absurd desires, and his restless and depressed heart, settle down.
The text kept dangling in front of his eyes ...... and in his ears was Xie Qingcheng's cold, but seemingly suppressed voice -
"Those seven years have been a clear conscience for me as a doctor."
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"You did what you did last night for that, He Yu, and I'm telling you, you're a fucking animal like a dog."
"Think for yourself."
"Think about it yourself ......"
So coldly, a page of old chapters was blown away unexpectedly by a swift wind, and the evil dragon did clearly recall an incident from his early childhood.
About the past of this tattoo.
"Brother Xie, do you hate me so much that you want to kill me now?"
"Kill you?"
Xie Qingcheng clenched his teeth and said, "You're not stupid, is that why you ran away?"
He Yu didn't expect him to talk like this, and the calmness and ruthlessness he had just put together was suddenly opened up to reveal the embarrassment of a teenager underneath.
The boy stopped smiling instantly and turned slightly green: "I didn't run away!"
"You didn't run away?"
"...... I wasn't running away, I was just ...... me ......"
"You just?" Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, pressing on.
"......"
"You just woke up a little early this morning, put your trousers on, felt refreshed, looked at the weather outside, thought you'd better have a relaxing and healthy morning jog, and so as not to be disturbed by yesterday's bad debts, you blacked out my phone and WeChat together and left the room thinking everything was fine, so happy that you forgot to settle your bill. Is that right?!"
"......" He Yu's face turned even uglier, as if poisoned.
"You're a fucking piece of shit, He Yu. You're a piece of shit who only runs away when you're in trouble."
He Yu's face was blue with embarrassment and anger, a little aggravated and even humiliated: "I said I didn't run away! I just came back to pay when you called!"
Xie Qingcheng was also furious: "You have the face? I want you to pay for this? I'm telling you if it wasn't for ...... I'd never want to see you again in my life!"
If he had 1.68 million on his card, he could have paid for it himself, and he wouldn't have asked He Yu to come back. He's a man too, does he need He Yu to pay for the room?
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Xie Qingcheng kept scolding He Yu.
He Yu also stared back at him sharply.
Although both men subconsciously lowered their voices, there was no hiding the sabre-rattling atmosphere.
The lady at the cashier's desk was peeking out from the far side of the counter and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Xie Qingcheng again.
--This man spent $1,680,000 on the young master in one night, how could he have made him suffer?
Shameless to the core!
After a long confrontation, He Yu was too angry to talk to Xie Qingcheng about it. He readjusted his breathing and tried hard to calm himself down.
"So what do you want now." He Yu said with hatred.
"I'm already back in person, why don't you ask the front desk for another knife and just kill me?"
He stared at him with some fierce sarcasm in his tone.
"Just kill you?" Xie Qingcheng laughed coldly, "That's naive. I want to take a fucking knife and dissect you alive, one by one!"
He Yu listened and smiled predictably, his eyes still a little red and his face still a little green: "Good ...... good. It's okay."
He repeated again, "It's okay."
"It doesn't matter what you say Xie Qingcheng . Whether you want to cut me alive or flog me, it doesn't matter to me. It doesn't really matter to me whether I die or not. Dead or alive I'm just a thing that nobody wants anyway."
When the young man spoke these words, the curve at the corner of his lips could not be said to be ironic or self-effacing: "You know ...... once upon a time I believed all those lies you said, stupid enough to go and try for so long, and once my faith collapsed, it was all thanks to you."
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"I'd actually rather Lu Yuzhu's gun had been a little more accurate, once and for all, and I wouldn't be so sick right now."
His dark eyes rolled slowly, and his gaze fell on Xie Qingcheng, a certain painful emotion pressing into his voice.
"That's what you think, isn't it? If I had died then, it would have been cleaner and you wouldn't have been as unlucky as you are now."
"......"
Xie Qingcheng's finger nudged He Yu with a fierce, jackal-like viciousness.
But when He Yu spoke of Lu Yuzhu, Xie Qingcheng's heart was unexpectedly knocked out of his chest.
He Yu may have been deliberate, or he may have been inadvertent, but the matter of Lu Yuzhu in the archives is what Xie Qingcheng believes he owes He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng was filled with hatred, but it was as if a gunshot was heard in his ears, and scarlet blood flowed from He Yu's shoulder, stinging his retinas and making them red with pain.
The sound of gunfire then turned into a vine, strangling his rage and keeping him from slapping He Yu hard in the face.
"...... He Yu ." At last Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his body hard and mentally tortured, his voice already hoarse beyond words after spending some time here with He Yu.
Weak, cold poles.
"You're going to argue this with me today aren't you?"
"Good. All right then. Then listen to me, even if I do something wrong, even if I don't want to continue to risk being a doctor, even if I owe it to the people who taught me, to be despised, spat on and looked down upon by my former colleagues ......"
"But I don't deserve to be tortured by you like this."
"I may not have handled some things perfectly and left you with resentment in your heart, but I didn't do anything to really wrong you when I was treating you."
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"......"
"Think for yourself if you are despicable in doing so."
He took a deep breath and murmured with a wet breath over the intense headache and dizziness, "Think for yourself."
If anything, the conversation just now was an embarrassment to He Yu.
Now, He Yu has been severely scarred by his words.
He had no intention of talking to Xie Qingcheng, and he had no intention of talking to Xie Qingcheng about Xie Xue either. But at this moment he couldn't help himself, and in full view of everyone, He Yu dragged Xie Qingcheng to the washroom and locked the door with a click.
"What do you want me to think about?"
"Huh? Xie Qingcheng: what do you make me think about!"
"You think I don't know anything yet, don't you?"
He Yu's emotions flared up: "I'm telling you, I know everything now! I know everything! --Delusions, self-protection, nothingness, many of the things that Xie Xue did in my memory actually came from my beguiling self-paralysis and imagination, I know it all!!!"
Xie Qingcheng's face turned white, which made him look even more like a wandering spirit.
"I know everything ......"
He Yu's eyes were frantic and his voice was soft, but every word was like a knife cutting into Xie Qingcheng's face: "Dr Xie, you knew everything too, but you didn't say anything, you just watched me make a fool of myself, you were worried that I would dwell on her too much and that I wouldn't be able to accept the truth if I knew it, so you dragged your feet, you didn't tell me anything, but reminded her all the time to stay away from me."
He Yu says: "Seven years on, even my old man knows that the friends I rely on are nothing more than fantasies, only I don't! I am the only one who is getting deeper and deeper into it! Are you satisfied with this play?"
"Isn't that funny, Xie Qingcheng? Don't you think you're cruel and arrogant and don't ever look at my heart at all? What am I to you, anyway? --A partially imagined person, a partially imagined person I have to rely on for even a little comfort! No one has ever really loved me or cared for me. I even had to go to my birthday alone ...... to get a blessing and a piece of cake by imagination."
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He Yu pinches Xie Qingcheng's neck and stares at his cheek.
Xie Qingcheng's face is white, but his skin is hot. The man has been tortured by himself all night yesterday, and although he can still hold it together, He Yu knows at the touch that Xie Qingcheng has a fever.
The heat lingers on his fingertips as He Yu stares at him with a deadly stare.
Much later, He Yu heard Xie Qingcheng say, "...... If you gave me another chance, I would still do the same thing, I would still keep her away from you and would still choose not to tell you the truth."
He Yu was offended by him and slammed Xie Qingcheng against the black tiled wall of the washroom, the dark, dull tiles lining the man's paper-pale face.
If the temperature in his palm wasn't so hot, He Yu would have thought that Xie Qingcheng was made of snow and was about to melt away.
Xie Qingcheng coughs softly, but his eyes are just as cold and sharp as when he first met He Yu.
"He Yu ."
"......"
"I did it because I knew you couldn't handle it."
"......"
"That's the best policy. No matter what you think, I don't feel I'm at fault in this matter."
"......"
In fact, Xie Qingcheng originally wanted to say that I owe you, He Yu, a debt of sincerity that I used to owe to you. You chose to give me your heart, you held your own heart in your palm and handed it to me on tiptoe with your head tilted up, but I only treated you as a patient, not seeing the desperate longing in your eyes for someone to be with you sincerely.
It is true that I am too insensitive.
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This will not be the case in the future.
Although I am not very good at warming up to someone, and I may still be stubborn and cold and hard, I would like to be your bridge because you were the one who chose to give me a helping hand when I was isolated, and you were the one who almost put your life on the line for that little bit of encouragement that I didn't even consider as a favour.
I may not be able to give you exactly what you want, but I can stop being Dr. Xie and I am Xie Qingcheng to you.
As long as you are still willing.
-- these were the things he had in mind and wanted to do before last night.
But now, everything has changed.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to say any more of this to He Yu, the heat on his body, the pain in his private parts, the dizziness in front of his eyes, all these were the marks of shame that He Yu's madness had left inside him.
The little bit of affection that belonged to Xie Qingcheng seemed to have been wiped out in one night.
Xie Qingcheng is being pinched by He Yu, and underneath his dishevelled forehead there is a pair of sharp, knife-edge eyes, no different from those of the past. He pushed He Yu away and lit a cigarette in front of him, but after taking a drag, he felt annoyed and put it out with a hiss on the wall beside him.
Xie Qingcheng looks hard at He Yu, his eyes a little red.
"I did everything I was supposed to do as a doctor for those seven years."
"But you committed that shit last night for that, He Yu, and I'm telling you, you're a fucking animal like a dog."
He straightened up and stepped around He Yu, fighting the intense discomfort he felt as he strode out the door, his hand on the doorknob, only to be pressed by He Yu.
"Fuck you what more do you want?!"
Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard when He Yu pushed him against the washroom door, his peach blossom eyes were on fire: "I don't have time to waste with you now, I have a family matter and I want to go home! Get the fuck out of here now!"
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He Yu really wanted to strangle Xie Qingcheng for a moment, he thought Xie Qingcheng had been inside him and should be weaker and softer in front of him, but he wasn't.
Xie Qingcheng becomes even colder and harder than before, like a watery sunken rock under a layer of ice, and the words are cold.
He Yu's attitude undoubtedly made the already mentally deranged He Yu even more violent, with thoughts of bloodshed and violence raging in his mind, he didn't know what he was going to do, maybe now that he had a gun at his side he could have killed Xie Qingcheng and left an unresisting, obedient corpse.
But as he clutched him and pulled his arm to pin him against the back of the door, their breaths intertwined and He Yu heard the muffled grunt of pain from Xie Qingcheng, and he froze again.
A scene from last night in bed was conjured up as if it were a walk in the park and swept past him in a rush.
"......"
"Get the fuck off me ...... you ...... get the fuck out!"
Xie Qingcheng's feverishly hot body writhed beneath him, and He Yu, after a few moments of subtle silence, found himself ...... surprisingly ...... feeling something... ...
"......"
Xie Qingcheng had not yet noticed this reaction, but He Yu had, but it certainly shocked him, and he was immediately surprised by himself, standing up straight and widening his almond eyes, as if Xie Qingcheng was carrying some kind of charm and aphrodisiac, not daring to come any closer.
That incident last night was an accident.
And, he himself drank 59 Degrees of Plum to arouse him.
He didn't think he'd be able to think much of Xie Qingcheng afterwards.
What happened between them was purely coincidental, the result of a glass of wine poured over the wrong one, not even a deliberate one-night stand. How could he ever react to Xie Qingcheng again?
Xie Qingcheng didn't know what was wrong with him, but since He Yu had untied him all of a sudden, that was good.
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He caught his breath and stared hard at He Yu with a wary look in his eyes before he adjusted the hem of his ruffled collar and shirt.
The shirt was actually a little small, the club only had a few spare minimalist models, and the sizes weren't all that great.
Xie Qingcheng rarely wears short sleeves, even on hot days, but always wears long-sleeved shirts and suits.
It is unlikely that a suit of the right size would allow a man to show his wrists above the top, so Xie Qingcheng's wrists are rarely seen by He Yu. Even when they were doing it last night, he was so emotional and sensually eager that his eyes only stared at Xie Qingcheng's face for long periods of time, afraid of missing any moment of Xie Qingcheng's fragile, wretched expression. At that moment, his life was immersed in a soft, wet heat that he had never felt before.
The sensation was so exciting that he didn't pay much attention to the rest of Xie Qingcheng's body, even when he was pressing the back of his hand from behind, he couldn't be bothered to look at the wrist.
It was only then that he remembered that Xie Qingcheng had a tattoo on his hand, which he had seen a long time ago.
And here and now he caught another glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's pale left wrist, a long, slender, pale smoky grey monogram above the thin, bony wrist.
"Here lies one whose na was written water"
The long sleeper of this place is known as the Book on the Water.
He Yu stared at the tattoo for too many years ...... If it wasn't for this encounter, he would have forgotten this handwriting on Xie Qingcheng's wrist.
Xie Qingcheng tugged at his clothes, gave He Yu a final scowl, turned and pushed out, slamming the door of the washroom behind him.
He Yu stands alone inside, facing the place where the two men tangled ferociously.
He was quiet for a while, letting his absurd desires, and his restless and depressed heart, settle down.
The text kept dangling in front of his eyes ...... and in his ears was Xie Qingcheng's cold, but seemingly suppressed voice -
"Those seven years have been a clear conscience for me as a doctor."
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"You did what you did last night for that, He Yu, and I'm telling you, you're a fucking animal like a dog."
"Think for yourself."
"Think about it yourself ......"
So coldly, a page of old chapters was blown away unexpectedly by a swift wind, and the evil dragon did clearly recall an incident from his early childhood.
About the past of this tattoo.
