The man's tears made Yan Qing curl up on her hands and feet. She stared at him absently for a moment, then turned her head and covered her face with her arms.
She was shocked and confused, her throat was hoarse and she didn't know how to respond.
Yan Qing subconsciously objected to two sentences, and even mentioned He Xuanjin: "You... you don't want to bully others, He Xuanjin he... "
Just one name broke Huo Yunshen's remaining sanity.
He couldn't hold back the thought he had suppressed for a long time. For the second time, he held Yan Qing's back neck, making her lose her ability to resist. He got up and carried her to the co-pilot, fastened her seat belt, and then entered the driver's seat, locking the whole car. , stepped on the accelerator with a buzzing foot, and went straight to Haicheng.
The phone was shaking, and he picked it up and explained in a steady tone: "Postpone the show and be responsible for all the losses."
After he finished speaking, he hung up and threw it to the back, grabbing Yan Qing's fingertips with one hand and clenching the steering wheel with the other, his bottomless black eyes staring straight ahead.
His mad blood boiled wildly in his body.
The only medicine in the world is unwilling to cure him, and he has become the complete lunatic he once hated the most.
He wants to go home, to a place where she can't jump out of the window, can't escape, and can trap her tightly.
Only his place.
Nebula's wedding room, on the 42nd floor, has no neighbors, no one to disturb, so you can lock him and her.
Just two people.
The filming location is not far from downtown Haicheng, and a two-hour drive is enough to get there. Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in his coat and carried him upstairs. When she stepped out of the elevator, she woke up and faced the unfamiliar surroundings with fear on her face.
The door recognized the iris and bounced open automatically. Huo Yun stroked her head deeply and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, Qingqing, this is the wedding room I prepared for you. You've been here before, and you said you like it."
Yan Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at the panoramic mansion carefully arranged in front of him. Even the wall lamps in the entrance hall were carefully hung with red tassels.
"Huo Yunshen, don't do this..." She trembled a little, realizing that she couldn't escape from here, so she blocked the lips he kissed in horror, "Are you trying to lock me up again!"
As if in response to her question, the door slowly closed and sealed with a "click".
Huo Yun clasped her arms deeply and didn't move, without taking a single step, he went straight to the bedroom and put her on the large soft bed covered with several white wedding dresses.
Yanqing sank and bounced, just when he wanted to escape, he immediately covered her, a shadow shrouded her, and hoarsely pleaded: "baby, be good, will you be obedient, this is your home, I'm your lover, you Just forgot."
He bowed his head to kiss her.
Yan Qing's eyes were red, and she covered her lips with both hands to prevent him from getting close.
Instead, he pressed his wet and soft lips directly on the back of her delicate hand, kissing inch by inch, the tip of his tongue occasionally touching it hot, and his lips were as cold as ice, which extremely stimulated his senses.
Yan Qing's skin was numb, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her legs were still trying her best to resist.
The man's slender and thin legs were far stronger than hers, he easily imprisoned her, and continued to lick and bite his lips obsessively. He picked up her fingers and kissed them one by one on the snow-white fingertips.
He breathed heavily, revealing the madness in his bones.
Yan Qing was frightened and itchy, but there was an unbearable electric current surging down her spine. She raised her head and panted lightly at a loss, her hands that were gradually losing strength were suddenly grabbed by him, pinching her wrists and pressing them on top of her head.
She is no longer covered, her eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, chest and waist are all exposed to his devouring sight.
"You... what are you doing!"
Huo Yun's eyes rolled, and he held her earlobe gloomily and lovingly, with a sentence that sounded like a cry or a sigh: "Having sex, the baby forgot, I can't know it yet, my husband will teach you."
He pulled the bride's soft veil and wrapped it around her wiggly wrist.
Yanqing never thought that this kind of plot would happen in her life. Facing the man whose mental state was absolutely abnormal at the moment, she felt his trembling hands that were wantonly bringing flames, and the anger and rejection she thought would appear was gradually etched into her bones. replaced by confusion.
She is lying on the wedding dress.
He was carried to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the Rouran carpet again, and he saw his scarred body with his own eyes.
He leaned on her back and bit the words.
"Qingqing is mine..."
"Can't defend others, can't think of others!"
"It's okay to forget, you can't go with others."
"Only me is good, there is no other in the world, you only look at me, okay."
He was grinding with every sound, half sad and half cruel, crushing her will without bottom line.
Late at night, Yan Qing was wrapped in the quilt, her wet almond eyes looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows, her body was sore, her lips seemed to be swollen, hissing, and a little sore.
She was quite sure that this was Nebula, but how it got here, I had no idea.
Yan Qing felt slightly sore in her lower abdomen, like a sign that her aunt was coming. Her face was slightly pale, and she was full of thoughts about the possible cub in her stomach. She quickly lifted the quilt, and almost fell back to the bed as if it had fallen apart.
Rely on... It turns out that being unable to get out of bed is not a blow.
But where did Shen Shen go, he couldn't leave her here alone.
Yan Qing landed on her feet, thinking she didn't make any movement, but she heard the door of the adjacent room being pushed open suddenly, and Huo Yunshen rushed in with almost panicky strides.
She was hugged for a while, remembering that the next door was his study: "Are you at work? Don't worry about me, hurry up, I'll go to the bathroom."
Seeing that he didn't let go, Yan Qing's strength was still increasing. She couldn't help but raised her head strangely. She accidentally met Huo Yunshen's bloodless face.
He called out in a trembling voice, "Qingqing."
"I'm here." Yan Qing stroked his excessively stiff back, feeling a sudden anxiety in his heart.
so wrong...
It seems that all anomalies point to a possibility.
Yan Qing endured, knowing that he wouldn't say anything, so he didn't ask anything at all, and shook his arm pretending not to notice: "Wait for me."
Huo Yunshen didn't leave an inch, and wanted to follow her to the bathroom. She coaxed her, sat down, wiped it with a tissue, picked it up, and her nose was sore.
Auntie!
Where is she pregnant, it's all an illusion, so much of her imagination is in vain, but once the pregnancy is not established, all the symptoms on her body will be even more strange.
Huo Yunshen stared at people all night, Yan Qing tried his best to find an opportunity when he was not in the room, put his mobile phone behind the curtain, and turned on the video.
She knew that something must have happened.
Yan Qing was in a daze and couldn't tell the time. When she went to retrieve the phone with a clear mind, it had already turned off automatically, and Huo Yunshen's finger had new injuries, and it looked like he was bitten. No matter how he hid it, he couldn't escape. her eyes.
With the charger and mobile phone in her pocket, she entered the bathroom in the name of taking a shower, sat in the bathtub, and unsteadily opened the video that lasted for several hours.
In the picture, she was sleeping at first, and when she woke up, she was a completely different person.
On the screen, she wanted to hurt the man she loved so much. Between the lines, Yan Qing could tell that what she had in her head was the memory of reuniting with Huo Yunshen on the bridge and being forcibly taken away by him.
The phone fell in the bathtub.
Yan Qing understood what was happening, hugged her knees, buried her head on it, huddled into a ball and cried silently.
It turned out that his injuries, his haggard brows and madness, were all because he had endured such fatal torture time and time again, and she herself knew nothing about it.
There was a knock on the door.
"Qingqing, why haven't you come out yet?"
"Qingqing..."
Huo Yunshen was always calling her name, as if he was holding on to the only driftwood and straw.
Yan Qing wiped her eyes hard and wanted to run out and hug him, but she restrained herself. She couldn't admit defeat, Shen Shen was burdened with too much by herself. Even if she hurt him again, she might as well hit him to death.
She pretended to be relaxed with him, and said nothing about leaving Nebula.
Deeply imprisoned her.
His spirit has collapsed, and the terrible madness that others call is biting him, and it cannot be cured by her intimacy when she is awake.
Then let him, as long as it can change his peace of mind, whether to tie her or lock her, she is willing.
Before falling asleep again, Yan Qing went to the kitchen to find a foldable mini fruit knife. With Huo Yunshen on his back, he first wrote a few lines in his palm with a waterproof and sweat-proof eyeliner, then opened the knife and pursed his lips. into the skin.
Next to those words, she made a half-finger-length opening with her own hands.
It hurts... it hurts!
But this pain is nothing compared to the pain I have endured so deeply.
The next morning, the morning light seeped into the window, flooding the messy big bed.
Huo Yun stayed up all night and stayed by Yan Qing's side, staring at her, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
He was immersed in the boundless silence, twitching the corners of his mouth mockingly.
If Huo Linchuan wants him to go completely crazy, then he has chosen the right way and will do it soon.
No matter how deep the group's water is, it will not be out of his control.
But Qingqing's repeated coldness was a torture he could never resist.
She's about to wake up, and again... maybe again... His illness will be full.
Gentle sunlight water generally spreads.
Yan Qing slowly opened his eyes, and his clear eyes looked straight at him.
Huo Yunshen didn't dare to breathe.
Yan Qing was stunned, she didn't know the person in front of her.
She moved her hands nervously, flinched by the sudden stinging pain, and raised her reflexively to check the wound.
In the open palm, there is a dark red cut that has not yet healed, and next to it, small characters are written stroke by stroke, she is very sure that it is her own unique handwriting.
"You have lost your memory. Huo Yunshen in front of you is your husband and loves you like life."
"Believe him unconditionally, love him, love him, act like a spoiled child, dare to hurt him, you go to suicide!"
There is also a super fierce stick figure face.
Yan Qing blinked, read the words again, quietly raised her long eyelashes, and looked at the man who was close at hand.
So fierce, to tear her apart and swallow her, but so pitiful.
She scratched the quilt awkwardly, and asked carefully, "Excuse me, are you Huo Yunshen?"
Huo Yunshen's heart bulged to the point of pain: "Yes."
Yan Qing tentatively touched his hand, her clear eyes a little confused: "Are you sad?"
Huo Yun's Adam's apple slid up and down, unable to speak bitterly.
Yan Qing bit her lip, exerted her potential, moved to his leg bravely, hugged his arm, rubbed his arm like a kitten, looked up at him uneasily, not sure whether her "desperately acting like a spoiled child" was qualified or not.
Afraid it wasn't enough, she kissed him on the cheek quickly and added softly, "I might have forgotten you, but I know—"
Huo Yun asked with difficulty: "What?"
Yan Qing's eyes are full of his reflection: "I know I must love you very much."
Huo Yunshen's knuckles were tense, and he turned over her palm, which was quietly curled up in pain.
Qingqing didn't say anything, but told him in the softest and most painful way.
He is not alone.
He is not alone in this world.
No matter where the memory returned, she would rather pierce the bone with a knife than remember to hug him.
The only medicine that belonged to him, gently applied to his shapeless heart, gave him the warmest nest, and pulled him back from purgatory to the world.
Huo Yunshen held her hand and put her in his arms, desperately trapped to death.
Yan Qing stroked him jerkily and skillfully to comfort him, but when she touched him, it was a bit wrong, and it went from her back to her waist inexplicably.
Mom, it feels great.
Huo Yun froze for a moment and raised her face: "What are you doing?"
Yan Qing's ears burst red, and she wanted to whitewash Taiping, but she stared at his angular facial features again.
Wow…
"I think I made a lot of money," she said embarrassedly.
His final voice was still unstable: "Huh?"
Yan Qing's heart was beating like a drum, and she whispered: "When I woke up, I picked up my husband for nothing, and—"
She raised Bai Shengsheng's thumb and praised earnestly, "My husband is really invincible and handsome."