This time, can you speak your mind
He Yu's ears were buzzing, and his eyes were dizzy.
Suddenly, he couldn't see Xie Qingcheng's face clearly. With his eyes in a trance, Dr. Xie, who was in his twenties, said to him, I'm leaving.
He Yu was like a destroyed building, he collapsed, and his hand stroked his forehead, tears fell like beads with a broken thread.
He didn't answer Xie Qingcheng's words, he just asked with extreme sadness:
"Why do you have to do this..."
"Xie Qingcheng, why do you come to me again and again and don't want me again and again..."
Every word seemed to have been cut out of the throat, soaked with hot blood and trembling.
"Why... why do you have to leave me...!"
Xie Qingcheng "groped" and took out a pack of cigarettes, but after all, he just put the pack aside.
He said: "I have not left you. If you can be my patient, my junior, or even my friend, I am willing to stay by your side. … "
He Yu's feelings are too strong.
Xie Qingcheng originally hoped that he could make He Yu get bored slowly, but found that his love was like chasing a father and chasing a moth through fire.
He really couldn't imagine what would happen to He Yu if he let He Yu go on like this one day when he was gone.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said, "I can't give you what you want."
"He Yu, I don't know that the face is a dead end, and I have to tell you without hitting the south wall and not turning back, let's go down, the boat bridge will be straight. Do you know that you are only twenty years old? From the age of twenty, It is the most age in life. You can have many dreams, you can have countless possibilities, you can meet all kinds of people, and you can even change your life in the future.”
Xie Qingcheng said softly.
"When I was 20 years old, I had no choice. A period that should have been the easiest, but I lived as heavy as 80 or 90 years old. I don't want to wait for you to be my age. When I look back, I find that In the past, every day was walking a curve, and every minute and second lived up to the broken road."
"… "
"When are you going to get involved with me? You know it's impossible, but you don't want to let go."
He Yu murmured dumbly: "Why is it impossible?"
"Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng are both possible, why can't we?"
"It's not the same thing at all."
"Why? Loving someone, liking someone, and spending a lifetime with him, isn't it the same thing? What's the difference between us and them, between us and any pair of people in this world?!"
"I don't like you." Xie Qingcheng raised his head and said word by word, "I don't like you, okay?"
He Yu was suddenly dumbfounded.
"I'm a complete heterosexual. I can never like you. That's the difference. He Yu, are you satisfied?"
He Yu opened his mouth repeatedly, but couldn't speak, he was like a fish out of water, and it became extremely difficult to even breathe: "Xie Qingcheng... You said that you are a complete heterosexual, I ask you … When you were with me, did you have even a moment of reluctance and wavering?"
Xie Qingcheng looked at him silently, and finally lowered his eyelashes like a curtain: "...No. I have never wavered."
He Yu stood up abruptly, his eyes were red, he crossed the coffee table to face him, looked down at him, his expression gradually became a little "chaotic", although the bracelet calmed him down, his emotions still started to get out of control at this moment .
He pressed Xie Qingcheng on the sofa, looked at him sadly and stubbornly, and asked him frantically and desperately, "Really? Have you never wavered?"
"I'll ask you again, who was the one who kissed me in the basement one day at a time of life and death?"
"I lived one night and stayed with me all day and night. Who was the one who told me that I was happy?"
"Who is the one who takes care of me, takes me to eat hot pot, and gives me a bowl of birthday noodles? Xie Qingcheng, let me ask you, who is it!! If you don't like me, if you don't have the slightest heartbeat, Why are you treating me like this? Say it!!"
"you say!!"
Xie Qingcheng looked at the young man facing him, and he sealed his heart.
Hidden in a body that has been fading away.
His thin lips opened and closed, and he said, "...not because of liking."
"… "
"I treat you like this, not because I like you."
"Because of what?" He Yu trembled, "You tell me, you kissed me, hugged me, you cared about my feelings, why?"
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said after a long time, "...just sympathy."
Even the light in He Yu's eyes trembled, his expression gradually distorted, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was extremely sad or extremely absurd. These complicated feelings made him look particularly broken.
"... Sympathy." He repeated, chewing these two words between his lips and teeth, "Sympathy.... One sympathy, Xie Qingcheng. One sympathy!"
The monitoring ring on his wrist suddenly turned red, just like his eyes at the moment.
Before Xie Qingcheng could react, He Yu suddenly pushed Xie Qingcheng off the back of the sofa and pushed him down on the sofa. Then he pressed down heavily, grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist, and his eyes were full of tears, but he was ruthless. Rude said: "Could it be that these are also sympathy?!"
As he spoke, his kiss fell, and his hand also ripped off Xie Qingcheng's clothes button. Xie Qingcheng's complexion changed greatly, and he began to struggle violently when he realized that there were still traces left from several days of treatment on his body. stand up.
"You let go... He Yu, don't touch me, let go!"
The bloody kiss continued fiercely, and this time He Yu was not drunk. The monitoring tape on his wrist was rapidly reddening.
Xie Qingcheng's words turned his heart that was not easy to calm down again in an instant.
His eyes were crazy, one hand forced him to face his face to bear his kiss, and the other hand roughly tore the snow-white shirt, as if to rectify the fabric on the spot. Because of the intense stimulation, the movements are also more arrogant than in the corridor just now. The boy's body was very hot after drinking alcohol, and when he wanted to be arrogant and forcible, the intensity of the explosion and the heat on the stick were astonishingly high.
While kissing him, He Yu asked him rudely and hoarsely: "Is it also because of sympathy that you look on my face these nights? You take the initiative, sit in my arms and order me to hug you hard, and you put your arms around me. I kissed me and kept shaking... You are like me... again and again... can't stop... Is this all because of sympathy, Xie Qingcheng?"
Xie Qingcheng's clothes were already torn and a few buttons were dropped. He really didn't dare to let He Yu see the scars on his body.
During the treatment, in order to control the uncontrollable self, they had to restrain the traces of the whole body with restraint belts.
"Don't... you let go, He Yu... you let me go!"
He tightly grasped the loose front of his shirt with his hands, barely covering his body covered with treatment marks.
He thought that he had enough physical strength and powerful strength to compete with He Yu. As a result, his body was getting worse and worse. All the internal organs were heading for a body that was exhausted. Remnant arm without strength... He Yu, who used to be able to easily carry He Yu when he was a child, and Xie Qingcheng, who walked indifferently on the road, now have no power to fight back against the spreading dragon.
Only eyes.
Shuang's eyes are as clear and sharp as before, nothing has changed, and he is still looking at him with unwillingness to give up, wanting to gouge out He Yu's heart.
He Yu grabbed his jaw and wanted to kiss Xie Qingcheng's bitten lips again - but when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, he stopped abruptly.
He saw that Xie Qingcheng's always cold and calm peach blossom eyes had broken light.
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When He Yu cross-examined, it was hard to argue.
Chen Man lost all face when he discovered the affair between him and He Yu.
Weakness and pain in the body.
Worrying about the scars on his body, the fear of seeing He Yu.
After all, Xie Qingcheng is of flesh and blood, and the weight of ten thousand hectares of emotions is overwhelmed. If he does not collapse, his soul is strong. How can it be possible to say that he is not moved
Xie Qingcheng didn't even realize that his eyes were wet. This was his body's reaction when he was in a desperate situation. His person was already numb, he closed his eyes, only vaguely felt that something warm fell down the end of his eyes tremblingly.
He Yu's heart trembled as Xie Qingcheng's tears fell.
The red light on his wrist dimmed, he straightened up suddenly, and suddenly realized what he was doing. He immediately released Xie Qingcheng and looked at the man under him with a confused expression.
Xie Qingcheng has endured too many emotions, and because of his personality, his self-protection mechanism is different from He Yu. He Yu will vent unconsciously, but Xie Qingcheng just forbears.
After enduring it, he couldn't hold more things in his body. The pain finally overflowed from his eyes. His whole body looked very broken. own placket. His black hair was wet and messy, hanging down on his forehead, under his long eyelashes, his eyes like double glazed beads were just open.
Tears dripped down his temples, silently.
Xie Qingcheng's "sex" is too tough, too manly, he always feels that he can still hold on, so he can't feel his tears at all, and the tears seep into his temples like this.
He Yu woke up completely.
He trembled: "Brother Xie... I... "
Xie Qingcheng slowly closed his eyes.
He Yu didn't dare to force him any more, He Yu stretched out his hand tremblingly and folded his shirt for him, Xie Qingcheng's fingers never let go - he was trembling slightly, and it seemed that he no longer trusted He Yu.
He Yu buttoned up his clothes for him again.
He found that the button of Xie Qingcheng's shirt had been torn off by himself and could no longer be buttoned...
He Yu lowered his shoulders, shaking his shoulders, and hugged Xie Qingcheng tightly: "Don't be afraid, Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, I, I won't hurt you again... I won't."
"Don't cry..." He Yu himself was already covered in tears, but he still raised his hand and stroked the wet side of Xie Qingcheng's temples, as if he was holding his cherished treasure that was broken, choked, "Thank you. Brother, I'm sorry, please... I don't... don't cry... "