The cat's golden pupils suddenly narrowed, blood oozed from the corners of its mouth, and a low roar came from its throat.
That was a warning, anger.
I was so angry that I vomited blood.
Jiaobai pressed his lips against Qi Yiliao's earlobe, and he lowered his redder eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll ask you again, are you sure you don't want to?"
The cat stared at the茭白, its blood-red back arched, and the hair on its tail all stood up.
The cat's usual aggressive behavior seemed particularly creepy when its head was about to fall off.
Jiaobai shivered and laughed: "Why are you angry, Third Brother? I just came to ask your opinion, not to make a decision for you. Okay, okay, if you don't want to, then don't do it."
It’s so fucking cold.
Wearing the mask and hand protection, I can't talk to Qi Yiliao properly, and I can't feel anything when I touch him.
But if I don't wear it, I won't be able to withstand the cold.
"Whatever choice you make, I respect you." White air came out of Jiaobai's mouth, and a thin layer of frost formed on his eyebrows. "Since you have made your choice, leave the rest to me."
"However, the most effective way to deal with your sister who is both abiding by the house rules and yet rampantly defiant and stubborn is for you to wake up."
The temperature in the medical cabin is extremely low, just like a morgue.
Only his face and one hand were exposed, and he felt that his limbs were stiff, but it was very hot, he felt like he was in an incinerator, and his whole body was crackling.
The two of them were sitting head to head, but they seemed to be in two different worlds.
Jiaobai moved his cold and blue knuckles, slowly clenched and loosened them, repeating this several times. When he became flexible, he placed his hand on Qi Yiliao's superior nose, rubbing it all the way to the small cinnabar mole: "It's July now, and the Medical University will start in September. I'm going to report. Is it reasonable for you not to send me off?"
"I'll wait for you." Jiaobai stood up and said, "Let's go."
The lifeless cat stared at him without blinking.
I want to take one more look, and one more look.
Keep watching.
Jiaobai walked to the door of the medical cabin and stopped. His upper and lower lips touched each other, making a light "tsk" sound.
The next second, Jiaobai retreated and pressed his cold lips against Qi Yiliao's hot lips.
This is the second time that Jiaobai has kissed someone, and the relative is in trouble.
Last time, he was not familiar with the business, so even though he licked me with his tongue, there was still no ambiguity, no lingering, and no passion. It was like a coronation ceremony for his confession, a stamp that said, "You are mine now."
The first time is new, the second time is familiar.
This time he was a little more mature. He held Qi Yiliao's lower lip in his mouth and couldn't help but took a bite, leaving a very shallow watermark.
Oh, boring.
Kissing is fun when you both move back and forth and chase each other.
The essence is to eat the tongue, but now you are just eating fart.
The茭白 found it boring, but the cat didn't. It obviously arched its waist and called out a few times.
"Why are you so excited? If you have the guts, just go for it." Jiaobai laughed fearlessly.
Qi Yilao was unable to get on.
The cat's tail drooped.
Jiaobai smacked his lips. He couldn't pet the cat, so he could only pet the cat master. He petted the cat master's head a few times and said, "I'm not an alien species. I'm not 100% your destiny. Sleeping with me will have no effect on your genetic disease."
"I'm sorry about that, but there's nothing I can do about it. Life is full of regrets and it's impossible to be perfect."
Jiaobai muttered to himself, and he laughed resolutely and passionately, his eyes and eyebrows stained with bright light, "Although I don't have a body that is naturally compatible with you, I can still be your starting point and end point."
It depends on my confidence and whether your persistence can overturn this bowl of dog blood.
After saying this, Jiaobai put on his protective gear and put on his mask. His voice was muffled in the mask. "No more talking. I'm leaving. I'll come see you when I'm done."
Dean Qi was waiting in the corridor. As soon as Jiaobai came out, she looked over.
"Are the results out?" Jiaobai asked knowingly. He unbuttoned his heavy special protective suit and let Qi Huai help him take it off.
Dean Qi ignored the presence of her subordinates and reprimanded them on the spot: "You have been in there for almost ten minutes. What have you been doing? I didn't ask you to vent your love for him!"
Jiaobai ignored him. The research institute could detect Qi Yiliao's brain waves or something to judge his perception and reflection of the outside world. Just now, after Jiaobai went in, Dean Qi stared at Qi Yiliao's data fluctuations, and the answer made her very dissatisfied. It seemed to be expected.
So she got angry, and that anger seemed to be directed at Jiaobai, but in fact it was directed at everyone.
The head of the Qi family, the leader of the clan, has not yet passed the burden on his shoulders to his heir, but he doesn't know the importance of things.
Love is more terrible than desire.
It turned a person who climbed to the top by stepping on the blood of his relatives and who had been walking in a dark gray world for years into a fool who destroyed his body for the sake of love during an important physical examination and gave up the chance to escape from the dead end and prolong his life.
I have restrained myself for so many years since I was a child, but I put my head into the circle of emotions and was willing to be strangled.
They are not as good as those people in the Qi family. They have desires but no love, and they are in a state of madness when they die.
"If he disagrees, you won't persuade him? Have you tried to force him? Have you begged him? Have you made your attitude clear to him? Can your efforts be effective?" Dean Qi asked a series of questions, but she didn't get an answer. She looked at Jiao Bai as if she was looking at a coward who only entertained himself in his own little world and didn't care about his family and the world. "What I said to you in Lan Mo Mansion was all in vain."
"You can't say that, Dean Qi." Jiaobai counterattacked indifferently, "I just came out of a dangerous situation and I'm not in good health, but you came to me and I didn't even wait until the next day to come here. I also told my third brother about your plan. I think from my point of view, I have done what I can do."
Dean Qi walked a few steps to Jiao Bai and said in a voice that only he could hear: "You are still quibbling. You are an extremely selfish and self-centered person. In your eyes, his loyalty is more important than his life. You would rather he die than marry someone other than you. This is so stupid and ridiculous!"
The corridor was dead silent.
Jiaobai had no expression at all. He pulled down the sleeves of his protective suit forcefully and turned away.
Dean Qi's sharp voice came from behind, "If I were you, I would not have the face to return to Lan Mo Mansion. Everyone in the cemetery in the backyard is looking at you..."
Jiaobai walked out of the research institute without stopping. He stood in the parking lot, breathing the humid air. His internal organs felt like they were wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth, wet and heavy. He felt very uncomfortable.
Qi Huai opened the back door and stood with his hands hanging down. A whisper rang in his ear, "Qi Huai, as a member of the Qi family, what do you think? Do you also think that I am selfish and only care about whether my love is tainted?"
"Just say it." Jiaobai stared at him.
The smooth lines of Qi Huai's jaw were slightly tense: "Mr. Bai respects the chairman's choice, and I respect Mr. Bai's choice."
Jiao Bai was speechless for a moment. He looked at the assistant Qi Yiliao had arranged for him and said, "You have a bright future."
Qi Huai was wearing a suit and tie, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, full of quality aura. At this moment, he bent his back, and his thin eyelids behind the lenses slightly lifted: "Thank you for the blessing, Mr. Bai."
Wild rice: “…”
Elite assistants are all the same. Qi Huai's answer is exactly like Chen Yiming himself.
After that night, Dean Qi never looked for Jiaobai again.
Jiao Bai knew everything about the progress of the research institute and the changes in Qi Yilao's condition, and the report was delivered to him on time every day. He stopped lying down to recuperate when his spirits improved a little. He couldn't lie down because he was worried.
When the first rain of July came, Jiaobai went to the hospital to see Zhang Zhen and ran into his psychiatrist telling him a story.
It's still about children's picture books.
“Bai Bai, why did you come to see me just now…” Zhang Zhen’s voice was heavily nasal, and his face was full of pure grievance and complaints.
Jiaobai was stunned, and the psychiatrist whispered to him, "The patient's emotional age is that of a child."
"That's his refuge," the psychiatrist told Jiaobai.
As soon as Jiaobai walked to the bedside, Zhang Zhen grabbed his hand, clasped his left wrist, and rubbed it with his thumb nervously: "Baibai, Baibai."
"I'm here." Jiaobai sat on the bed, and seeing that he was hesitant to speak and anxious, he took the initiative to say, "I'm fine, everything is fine."
The ends of Zhang Zhen's peach-shaped eyes turned red, and her long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly with moisture: "Will you ever do that again in the future..."
"No." Jiao Bai showed a clear smile. He was just waiting for three friends to join the team automatically. The mission was almost over.
Zhang Zhen paused rubbing his wrist and asked, "Really?"
"Really." Jiaobai said, "I promise."
Zhang Zhen's tense back muscles relaxed, and he began to ask Jiao Bai questions, such as what time he went to bed last night, how many bowls of rice he had today, what dishes he had, all trivial matters in life.
Jiaobai answered one by one. His left wrist was always held by Zhang Zhen. The hands that held him were white, with thick calluses on the knuckles and the palms. They also had many calluses, tightly wrapping him.
Cen Jingmo had bled his wrist, leaving a cut, so he wore long sleeves to hide the wound.
Now that Zhang Zhen has made this move, it is obvious that he knows it.
Most likely, Zhang Zhen discovered it accidentally after he fell unconscious in the dark room.
Jiaobai stayed with Zhang Zhen for a long time until he fell asleep.
The psychiatrist watched Jiao Bai pull out the patient's hand and pat the patient's back. She lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Bai, excuse me, when do you plan to get married?"
Wild rice:
Sister, I haven’t started college yet.
"I can see that the cause of your brother's illness is a lack of security. That part is not about himself, but only about your safety. He always feels that you will be in danger, so he has been in a state of neurasthenia and paranoia for a long time." The psychologist said, "If you live well, he will feel at ease and relieved."
Jiaobai was quite realistic: "Having a family doesn't mean you can live a good life." The psychologist choked slightly: "Indeed. What I mean is that he hopes there will be one more person to take care of you, cherish you, and even stand by you and stand by you when he is unable to do anything."
"I already have one." Jiaobai fiddled with a few small handicrafts on the bedside table. They were all very childlike and must have been bought by the doctor. "He knows."
The psychologist blurted out: "But that person is much older than you, and the environment he lives in is not peaceful. His own safety is not guaranteed, let alone you."
The air in the ward became slightly thinner.
The psychiatrist secretly regretted that she didn't know how to handle the situation well. A soft sigh came from her side, "Why, do you want me to find someone else?" "No." The psychiatrist's neat white shirt was covered with sweat.
"Don't be nervous," Jiao Bai smiled, "Even if I stay away from the upper class and find an ordinary person to live with, there is no guarantee that everything will go smoothly forever. People at every level have their own hardships and tribulations. Living is a form of cultivation. Even children cannot be carefree, let alone adults who are burdened with heavy responsibilities. Life has its ups and downs. I think the treatment plan for my brother mainly depends on adjusting his mentality."
The psychiatrist murmured, “Yes.”
"Thank you doctor for taking care of my brother during this period of time." Jiao Bai thanked him, "When my brother is discharged from the hospital, you are welcome to visit Lan Mo Mansion."
There was no frivolous joking in these words, only gratitude and just the right amount of formality.
The psychiatrist sighed silently. Although this young man only had a high school education, he lived a clear life.
After all, he has dealt with some famous and promising businessmen, has a lot of experience, and is more mature than his peers.
——A cut on the body can accelerate death, but it can also give a person a new life and make him stronger.
After seeing the young man off, the psychologist checked her phone. She hadn't seen any patients recently, so she spent all her free time on this, one-on-one treatment.
I hope there will be a good result.
The psychologist drew the curtains to block Xia Yu's prying eyes. She picked up the vase on the table and went to the bathroom to change the water.
"In vain..."
The person on the hospital bed was talking in his sleep, his brows were furrowed, his hands were clenched into fists, and veins on his arms were bulging.
The psychiatrist stuffed the baseball cap left by the young man into his arms.