After Xie Qingcheng drove He Yu away, he took a shower again.
The process of taking a bath this time was a humiliation. Xie Qingcheng was so sick that he could barely stand still. After finally taking a bath, he took some antipyretics and wanted to shut himself up at home to rest.
But the bed was a mess, and it was impossible to sleep at all.
Xie Qingcheng had to hold on to his body and put away the sheets again. The traces on it made him unable to look directly. He still couldn't believe what kind of ecstasy he took last night to be able to do such a thing with He Yu. Absurd things come.
He's not a shy person, he just thinks it's outrageous, especially looking at the traces on the sheets, he doesn't think it's something that two men can toss about.
This is really fucking shit.
Xie Qingcheng coughed lightly, removed the sheets, threw them into the washing machine, and changed the mattresses before finally throwing his aching body between the pillows and quilts.
"cough cough..."
Tossing and turning, the heat was unbearable, Xie Qingcheng felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep.
His condition was too bad, the only good thing was that Xie Xue went with Li Rouqiu and never came back. He didn't have to disguise himself in front of anyone, and finally he was able to remove the mask, revealing a face that was groggy and vulnerable due to the pain.
After a while, the antipyretic medicine took effect in Xie Qingcheng's body.
But maybe there is still the smell left by He Yu in the room, Xie Qingcheng seemed to see He Yu's eyes last night before he fell asleep vaguely—
Those eyes full of lust, eagerness, passion, those who need him, those who can't live without him, and then are distracted...
Xie Qingcheng felt a little suffocated in his heart.
In this mood, he slowly lost consciousness...
Due to the sleeping ingredients in the antipyretic medicine, Xie Qingcheng slept until the next morning before waking up.
He felt that the fever had subsided, so he got up, washed and dressed, and found some leftover dumplings from the refrigerator to warm up.
So after being busy for a while, Xie Qingcheng sat down and started reading.
Xie Qingcheng read a book and read a jellyfish, it was a way of diverting his attention and wanted to get rid of his inner boredom.
The door was suddenly knocked.
Xie Qingcheng, who had finally sunk into the world of books, came back to his senses: "Who?"
The boy's voice came from outside in a low voice, and it was He Yu who came to look for him again: "...It's me."
The pen in Xie Qingcheng's hand for taking reading notes stopped for a while, and the tip of the pen scratched the surface of the paper.
He heard the boy outside say, "Can you open the door?"
"… "
"… I want to talk to you."
Xie Qingcheng: "Stand still."
"Brother... why did you lock the door."
"Because there are people like you who disturb me when I work."
The person outside the door paused: "... Xie Qingcheng... Open the door."
"Can you open the door? I'm... I'm not feeling well."
It's good that he didn't say that. As soon as he said that, Xie Qingcheng suddenly thought of when He Yu had gone crazy on him before, and whispered to his ear, and said to him, "I'm not feeling well, I'm suffering from heat stroke, So hot."
"Xie Qingcheng, you relieve me of the summer heat."
Xie Qingcheng's voice was an octave colder: "Stand."
The young man was silent.
After a while, Xie Qingcheng heard a very sharp hissing sound from the door, like a fingernail scratching a blackboard, and He Yu was there grabbing the doorboard like a cat to respond to him.
Xie Qingcheng said, "You are not naive."
"I'm so sick. I really want to see you, are you feeling better with your fever? I want to be with you... I want to talk to you."
Xie Qingcheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned on the stereo on the table, turned the background music to the maximum, and directly covered the immoral movement of He Yu's fingernails scratching the door panel.
He just read the book like this for a while, and gradually, there was no sound outside.
Xie Qingcheng turned off the sound again and wrote the rest of the content. When he turned the last page, he got up and went to the pantry and poured a cup of coffee. Looking up at the time, he thought that He Yu should leave, and he should go out and prescribe some medicine. However, he packed two books, and as soon as he opened the door, a hand slammed the door open!
Where is Xie Qingcheng's fuel-efficient lamp? He acted ruthlessly and reacted quickly, and slammed the door shut again, but He Yu was much more mad than him. He Yu was holding the door frame with his hand, and the heavy security door was closed, he didn't say He retracted his fingers, not even blinking his eyes.
Only heard a "bang"!
He Yu's hand was smashed with a red mark, the skin was torn, and a few seconds later, blood gushed out of the wound.
He Yu didn't feel too much pain, Xingmu stared at Xie Qingcheng through the crack of the door that was not closed because he pressed against it.
Then he slowly, little by little, pushed the door open, as if he was prying open Xie Qingcheng's shell.
He came in.
With his blood dripping hands, he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's jacket, and then he held him without hesitation and pressed him onto the wardrobe. The strength was so heavy that the entire cabinet trembled and buzzed, and the top of the cabinet was idle. The ugly vase he was wearing was knocked off and smashed directly on He Yu's shoulder.
He Yusheng suffered, and his eyes were still good. This time the blood was not only on his hands, but also on his shoulders.
The two hit the switch during the fight, the incandescent light went out, and the room was plunged into chaotic darkness.
Xie Qingcheng stared at the wolf-like eyes that were close at hand in the darkness, and whispered, "You are really fucking sick. Didn't I tell you not to come again?"
He Yu's voice was also very soft and soft. With his breathing, he took it out directly from the throat and was about to stuff it into Xie Qingcheng's chest: "I'm in a mess."
He said to Xie Qingcheng again: "Xie Qingcheng. I'm very confused. I really have something to tell you."
"But I have nothing to say to you."
He Yu's heart was stabbed.
He stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, the two of them breathed a little from each other because they worked so hard, and the breath of the man and the boy were so intertwined.
"Xie Qingcheng..."
"go out."
He Yu didn't go out, but put his forehead against Xie Qingcheng's, and felt it for a while: "You don't burn anymore... Did you take medicine?"
Xie Qingcheng pushed him.
He Yu just didn't relax, and murmured again: "Brother Xie, I'm sorry, I thought about it for a long time, I thought about it all night yesterday, I really couldn't help but want to tell you, I..."
"I'm not interested in knowing, please go out."
He Yu was even more depressed. He was silent for a while, and finally seemed to have given up on himself and no longer sought Xie Qingcheng's acceptance. His eyes flicked back and forth on Xie Qingcheng's face, and the dark black pupils gradually focused. Moved to Xie Qing's thin lips, and then the Adam's apple rolled up and down.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe he was bewitched by the giant beast named "Like" in his heart. Even though he knew it shouldn't be, he was so uncomfortable, he lost his mind for a while and lowered his head—
Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned his face to avoid it.
But this posture made the boy's hot lips press against his neck, where the skin is thin and fragile, and the ability to sense heat is even worse. Xie Qingcheng was a little stimulated on New Year's Eve, and now he has a clear reaction to He Yu's contact. His lips touched the sensitive part of his neck again, he couldn't hold back, his fingers clenched silently against the wall of the closet, and his body trembled violently.
He Yu raised his eyes, looked at him with dark eyes, and said, "...Brother, don't drive me away. Would you let me stay for a while?"
"… "
"I really thought about a lot yesterday."
"… "
"I, I actually want to tell you—" Unexpectedly, He Yu couldn't help holding Xie Qingcheng's wrist, as if hoping that he could give him some encouragement.
Xie Qingcheng was restrained by him, and instinctively gathered strong aggression, and said sharply: "What the hell are you trying to do, He Yu?"
He Yu originally wanted to say, I like you, Xie Qingcheng. I found that I like you very much.
But he looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes that were obviously only alert without any warmth at the moment, he didn't get encouragement, what he got was only Xie Qingcheng's rejection and alert.
So in this case, he suddenly couldn't say anything.
"I… "
He was stuck in his throat and could only hold Xie Qingcheng's wrist tightly and refused to let go. After a long time, it seemed that he suddenly thought of something, which could be used to express his feelings euphemistically. So he shivered and leaked a few words from his teeth: "... I... Brother Xie... You... Do you remember those photos? Just... those photos in the clubhouse?"
Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect He Yu to talk about it for so long, and finally told him this, he couldn't help but get furious: "You've been thinking about it all night, are you going to use those photos to threaten me? I'm not with you. I said how you like to deal with it, and if you want to send it to the anti-pornography/gangster, it doesn't matter to me! How dare you—"
"I deleted it."
The second half of Xie Qingcheng's words were cut off by this unexpected remark.
He narrowed his eyes, this time it was his turn to catch up.
"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu controlled the trembling in his voice and repeated, "I deleted those photos."
"Totally shattered."
"… "
"there is none left."
The two looked at each other in a small space, He Yu held Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and at that moment he seemed to have an inexplicable fear in his heart.
He seemed to be afraid that Xie Qingcheng would drive him out, and then closed the door in front of him and never opened it again.
He could only repeat over and over again: "I deleted it."
He still can't say I'm sorry, or I love you, and the sentence "I deleted it" is like a piece of driftwood, so that he will not fall into the abyss of losing his pride, and can keep Xie Qingcheng eyes on him.
But after being silent for a while, Xie Qingcheng still raised his other hand and forcefully pulled He Yu's fingers off his thin wrist one by one.
"Yes."
Xie Qingcheng said softly, and a few inches from his gaze was He Yu's young face.
"Then you want me to kneel down and be grateful to you?"
The last finger was also detached, Xie Qingcheng slammed his hand aside, with a gloomy face, he retreated to the side of the cabinet, rubbing the red marks on his wrist.
Since he used RN13 to repair his body, he has become a scarred physique, and it is easy to leave red marks. If He Yu holds it hard, there will be traces of being strangled. The color of blood reflected around Xie Qingcheng's tattoo, very dreary.
He Yu added: "This kind of thing will never happen again in the future."
"What does it have to do with me?"
He Yu opened his mouth, his heart was blocked, but his throat was too tight, and he really didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only put all his emotions into that name.
"Xie Qingcheng..."
Xie Qingcheng said, "You can go."
"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu whispered.
The more he saw him like this, the less he had the courage to say that sentence - Xie Qingcheng, I like you.
increasingly lacking courage.
Because he already knew what Xie Qingcheng's reaction was.
He has seen it.
"What exactly do you want to hear about He Yu?" Xie Qingcheng looked at him at last, "What do you want after all the trouble? - Well, thank you very much for finally doing so many beastly things with those photos. Decided to be merciful to delete your shameful things, I thank you, I thank you on behalf of our whole family. Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for your kindness. Can you go now?"
He Yu didn't leave, his throat was bitter, and he was about to explain something when suddenly footsteps came out from a distance—
Xie Qingcheng reacted faster than He Yu. He immediately turned sideways and lifted two fingers to open the window slits of the blinds. When he saw the approaching person, his face suddenly became very ugly.
"It's Xie Xue!"
This time, He Yu's face was also very exciting. He was immersed in love but was suddenly awakened, and he was a little dazed when he was awake.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, you can hear a pair of high heels.
He Yu came back to his senses completely, but he didn't take care of himself, but quickly buttoned up Xie Qingcheng's shirt that he had just torn apart with his own hands.
Only then did he realize that Xie Qingcheng's shirt was too hard to button up. His fingers touched the top two buttons, and before they were fastened, Xie Xue's figure had passed the window and came out the door.
"Brother, didn't you close the door? I just sent Li Rouqiu to the train station... Why did you pull the curtains and still haven't turned on the lights?"
She came in.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng quickly returned to their positions and distanced themselves.
Both of them didn't want her to find out about it. Even though their faces were pale and their hair was messy, they were embarrassed by each other. Xie Qingcheng's clothes buttons were still unbuttoned, and He Yu was still bleeding, but they had a very tacit understanding. , stood up straight and stood up straight, pretending that nothing happened.
When Xie Xue turned on the light, she was stunned when she saw the tragic situation: "Big brother? He Yu?... You guys..."
Her eyes swept across the mess, circling back and forth on the two men with disheveled clothes.
"What are you two doing...?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
In this embarrassing stillness, He Yu's reaction was faster than Xie Qingcheng's: "... Cough, didn't I live for two days, I just wanted to help clean up, but I didn't pay attention and got hurt a little bit. Your brother he... I had to take off my clothes, so I drew the curtains."
"...I have to turn on the lights when the curtains are drawn." Xie Xue said, looking over He Yu's bleeding shoulders and hands, landing on the broken vase on the ground, she suddenly widened her eyes, "This is not me, my primary school six The grade-winning hand-made vase?!! Oh my God! How could this happen!!! Who broke it!!!”
"I'm not very good at doing housework, I didn't see it." He Yu said, "...I'm sorry."
"Ah!! Don't clean up on the second day of the first year of the new year!! You are a eldest young master who doesn't work hard and can't distinguish between five grains! You don't understand?" Xie Xue was full of grief and indignation, it was her favorite vase! He Yu lived in her house for a short while, but he actually gave her a hug! Wan! !
"I'll pay you a..."
"What are you paying for? Can you afford to pay? Can you find me in the sixth grade of elementary school to make another one?! I'm so pissed off! I'm so pissed off!!"
Xie Xue scolded, but fortunately, she was only sad about her jar. If she was told that her brother had fucked her students, she might rush to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and chop He Yu's stuffing into dumplings.
This is really a fortune among misfortunes. With Xie Xue's hundred brains, she could not have imagined that when she sent Li Rouqiu to the hotel for two days to rest, her eldest brother would have many injustices with He Yu in this room. relation.
Xie Xuewu scolded himself: "He Yu! You are a bastard! What the hell are you trying to do! I scolded my brother so badly before, but now it's you who is relying on him to take in you. You are really inexplicable..."
She chattered endlessly, as if one person's lung capacity could support a chorus, and scolded He Yu for a long time. To the end, Xie Qingcheng couldn't listen anymore.
Xie Qingcheng said: "Forget it, Xie Xue, stop talking. He's leaving now."
After speaking, he glanced at He Yu.
Xie Xue: "But he—"
Xie Qingcheng put his hand on Xie Xue's shoulder and shook his head.
Xie Xue finally stopped angrily, although she seemed to want to vent her anger towards Li Rouqiu on He Yu.
One or two of these people, why do they all feel that they can turn back if they have done something wrong? ! Can broken jars be restored? !
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to listen to this kind of quarrel anymore. He seemed to casually fasten his last two collar buttons and said to He Yu, "If there's nothing else, you can go back."
He Yu didn't move.
"Xie Qingcheng, I..."
Xie Qingcheng stopped buttoning his buttons, and looked at him unexpectedly, cold and full of warning: "Let's go."
"… "
He Yu couldn't stay any longer, let alone confess.
No matter how messy your heart is, you can only digest it yourself.
He Yu bit his lower lip without saying a word, he fully understood—
His liking was a burden for Xie Qingcheng that did not need to be declared.
Xie Qingcheng really would not accept him.
He didn't even want to see him again at all.