Chapter 157: I don't touch

After visiting Qin Rongbei in the US, Xie Qingcheng realizes that a criminal organization is looking for the "First Emperor".

Qin Ciyan, in order to protect him, invented a computerized system, saying that all the data files were calculated by that information system, and named the non-existent system "The First Emperor's Files".

As a result, some people bought into it.

They first stole the data from Xie Qingcheng's house and found that there was no information related to the First Emperor, so they decided that the relationship between Xie Qingcheng and Qin Ciyan was not so close that they could have such an interchangeable relationship, and then they guessed that Qin Ciyan had handed over the data of the First Emperor to his daughter to report to the authorities.

The result was naturally nothing.

Qin Rongbei suffered so much from the torture and drugs used by the other organization to torture her that the doctors at the American Psychiatric Hospital concluded that her nervous system had been irreversibly damaged and that she would have to live her whole life in a state of confusion.

Her husband loved her so much that he took her home to be with him, but he soon discovered that during her abduction, Qin Rongbei had been injected with a variety of forbidden drugs, which had caused her body to become severely impaired, and her organs - especially her brain - had begun to atrophy.

Qin Rongbei's life is counting down.

And that year, Old Qin's granddaughter, Qin Rongbei's daughter, was only 8 or 9 years old. ......

Xie Qingcheng was catalyzed by these two events to make a renewed decision.

He approached Qin Ciyan's old friend, the director of the private hospital in Miyu.

He said, "I need to ask you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"I need to reuse the RN-13."

In fact, Xie Qingcheng has completely deceived He Yu about his special ability - just as He Yu possesses the blood compulsion ability, Xie Qingcheng, as the most completely psycho Ai Bola-administered case of the first case, actually has a special ability.

RN-13 bestowed two costly gifts on the First Emperor while taking his normal life:

Extraordinary adaptability.

As well as, extremely high brain computing power.

The increased adaptability allowed Xie Qingcheng to conduct life experiments that used his own body as a sample. And the extremely high computing power of his brain allowed him to have the possibility to delve into several fields at once.

When Qin Ciyan was still alive, Xie Qingcheng was able to synchronize his biochemical experiments with his medical studies precisely because of these two special psychic abilities of the First Emperor in his hands. Later on, he gave up such a powerful mind in order to be a normal person, choosing to take healing medicine and return to a peaceful life.

Now, in order to repair Qin Ciyan s experimental data as much as possible, he fulfills his promise and completes the finishing of the writings for Qin Lao. And in order to develop a drug that can delay Qin Rongbei organ failure, decided to re-administer RN-13.

He needed those two powers of the First Emperor.

But because he had taken therapeutic drugs that had completely suppressed the spirit Ai Bola, the re-administration of RN-13 caused even more physical effects than before.

Resistance to the drug increased and he had to take it several times, and after each dose he gained a period of unusually quick thinking, as well as a reasonably fit body.

But very quickly, the side effects of RN-13 began to intensify and expand in his body, and when it weakened again, the situation of his five internal organs would be even more severe than before taking the drug. The heart, the liver, the spleen, the lungs ...... vision, the endurance, will all go downhill rapidly.

He had to increase the dosage of the therapeutic drug to try to equalize the damage RN-13 was doing to his organs.

His body was like a broken and leaking medicine pot, and he was constantly filling it with the medicines he needed, tearing it apart, trying to keep himself alive a little longer.

After all, Qin Rongbei's condition had not yet fully recovered, and he had not yet finished organizing Qin Ciyan's writings, and he knew how important they were to Old Qin, almost as if they were Qin Ciyan's soul superimposed on his life.

As for himself--

He was counting on it.

He is a divorced man with no children, no plans to remarry, his sister has grown up well enough to take care of the aging Auntie Lai, and as for Chen Lisheng, who sacrificed her life investigating the death of his parents, he has an explanation for it, and he has allowed Chen Man to gradually come out of the shadow of his elder brother's death.

All that had to be done by him in life, he had done.

There is no one, anymore, who can't leave him.

So the raggedy bear puppet that had pieced itself together, stitched itself together, and returned to earth could finally leave in peace.

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It was already late when Xie Qingcheng returned to the faculty dormitory building.

He didn't realize there was a man sitting on his doorstep.

"...... He Yu?"

He Yu had been squinting and dozing off in his doorway, all but falling asleep, when he heard Xie Qingcheng's voice, he immediately woke up and got up, "Brother Xie."

"...... Why are you here?" Xie Qingcheng had just finished her treatment, her body was still sore and weak, there was really no way to deal with this brat in front of her.

He subconsciously tugged at his sleeve to hide the marks on his wrist; he didn't want He Yu to see the strangulation marks from the handcuffs he had received treatment with, or else he would have to face He Yu's cross-examination.

The light in the aisle was so dim that He Yu didn't notice his action, he adjusted his shoulder bag, lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, and smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "I passed by a Weixin Milk Tea store at night, it looked similar to the one we went to in Qingli County. I went in and took a look, and wow, they really do sell pearl milk tea for two dollars a cup. So I brought it back for you."

"......"

The boy said, half complaining, half joking, "And I don't know what makes this stuff taste good."

"......" Xie Qingcheng didn't know if it was because he was too weak after his treatment, along with his heart, he had become powerless, so much so that when it faced He Yu, it actually had a precarious feeling that it couldn't bear it.

A moment of silence.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Yu asked again, "Is the meeting over?"

"What ...... oh." Xie Qingcheng remembered the lie she had told He Yu in the treatment room.

When he said he was going to a meeting, He Yu really believed he was going to a meeting. He didn't doubt him at all, Xie Qingcheng's image in his eyes was tall.

He only waited for him silently where he was.

Xie Qingcheng's heart felt even more divided, and he felt that He Yu stood here tonight, like he wanted to crush his city's defenses.

He said, "Yeah, it's open and finished."

He Yu smiled again, very gently, "Are you tired? It's so late, you must be tired, have you eaten?"

Xie Qingcheng realized that He Yu was subconsciously moving his feet while he was talking, and then he reacted to the fact that it was already June and there were a lot of insects, and He Yu was only wearing student sweatpants, exposing most of his legs, so he didn't know for how long he had been feeding the mosquitoes here. He Yu is also a bit allergic to insect bites, so he didn't stand in the doorway with the kid.

He knows it's only right to kick He Yu out.

However, when he met the boy's bright eyes full of expectation, the words came to his lips, but in the end, he was unable to say them. Xie Qingcheng finally opened the door and said to He Yu, "Come in first."

Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the sofa as soon as he entered the dormitory. He was too tired, his post-treatment stress reaction was more and more obvious, and He Yu was not an outsider, so Xie Qingcheng didn't bother to entertain him.

He even loosened the knot of his tie and made him say, "Can you go boil some water?"

Mr. He was a good worker, boiling the water and handing it to Xie Qingcheng along with the milk tea, then standing by the sofa, looking at him like a big dog on standby.

Xie Qingcheng was really uncomfortable, and after drinking some water, he said to He Yu, "You go about your business, I want to lie down for a while."

"What kind of meeting did you have, making it look like you ran a marathon." He Yu sighed as he walked over and took off Xie Qingcheng's house shoes before taking a seat by the sofa.

Xie Qingcheng slightly opened his eyes and tried to take his foot back, but He Yu already held it, he just lowered his head and rested Xie Qingcheng's foot on his leg, then slowly rubbed and pressed it to relax him.

Xie Qingcheng He didn't like the idea of having those little girls half-kneeling on the floor to clean up after the guests' exhaustion; it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But He Yu is not the same, he and his relationship is really too close, so this thing he did, Xie Qingcheng's sense of rejection is not so high. In addition, He Yu also do not know where to learn such a good skill, acupoints press very accurate, the soles of the feet points to him to hold, the feeling of acidity and swelling surged up, really not much struggle out of the strength.

Xie Qingcheng, because of the treatment he had done, his body's various resistances were weak at this moment, and being pressed comfortably, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his forehead, rolling his throat knots up and down, and letting out a muffled hum.

"......" The last time He Yu gave him a massage, he had a feeling that Xie Qingcheng should be very good at it, but he didn't expect that this time he would show even more enjoyment and vulnerability in his tired state. The low, hoarse voice with a mix of pain and comfort was like a tickle to his heart, and He Yu felt that just because of this voice, it was worth it to feed the mosquitoes at the door for a few hours waiting for him.

His eyes deepened a bit as he rubbed Xie Qingcheng's feet, and after a while, he whispered, "I'll help you take off your socks?"

Xie Qingcheng returned slightly to his senses, shook his head, and tried to take his foot back again.

He Yu held him down, except for his black mid-calf socks.

Xie Qingcheng The man is quite disciplined, as he often wears suit pants, hitched up to the calf with mid-socks that don't make him rude when he moves.

This kind of dress that observes social etiquette is actually quite desirable to He Yu, who slowly removes Xie Qingcheng's black socks, exposing the pale, slightly cool feet underneath.

Xie Qingcheng woke up a bit more and opened his eyes, "Why don't you mind getting dirty."

"No, I think you have beautifully born feet."

It was true, Xie Qingcheng's feet were well shaped, with pronounced ankle bones and light-colored veins. He loved cleanliness, and his clear fingernails were like ice covering the blood-colored toes underneath.

After taking off the socks, the force on his fingers could be deeper and more precise, Xie Qingcheng was like a cheetah that had been touched in the jaws, although he was usually powerful, after all, he could not resist the comfort of scratching his jaws, so for a moment he did not resist any more, and allowed He Yu to do his best to press him.

"Well ......"

Unlike in Yunyu, the massaged Xie Qingcheng is less concerned about making noise, and will respond to He Yu's techniques in a low, husky voice once He Yu has pressed him comfortably.

That voice the men didn't feel when they heard it themselves, the boys loved it.

And while massaging him, he asked, "Is it comfortable?"

"Is that strong enough?"

"Want it a little harder?"

"...... Lighten up ......" Xie Qingcheng was massaged by his sore Chungquan acupoints and couldn't help but frown and gasp to stop him. "It hurts ......"

"Just get used to it."

"Ah ......" Xie Qingcheng's sword brows were slightly furrowed, this acupoint was really sore to press all the time, but it was so desirable.

He Yu pressed and pressed, the color under his eyes getting deeper and deeper, and suddenly coughed lightly and adjusted his sitting position.

Xie Qingcheng asked him between tiredness and relief, "Are you tired?"

"No." He Yu's voice was a little muffled, "How can I be tired when I can make you comfortable."

He said, and continued to knead the soles of Xie Qingcheng's feet with care, massaging the pale backs of the feet ...... then pressing down to the ankles, to the foot Sanli ......

Later on, Xie Qingcheng did relax, but He Yu couldn't take it anymore.

What does it mean to play with fire, by and large.

He massaged and listened to Xie Qingcheng's unguarded low voice, gradually unable to help himself, and finally could not restrain himself from holding Xie Qingcheng's toes, then lowered his head and gently kissed him.

It was so unexpected that Xie Qingcheng didn't expect to be stimulated by this during her relaxation, and came back to her senses with a shudder.

"He Yu, you--"

It really doesn't matter to He Yu, he's the man of his dreams.

How could he mind this when he loved every part of his body and even the flaws were precious?

But Xie Qingcheng doesn't think so.

His eyes met He Yu's gaze that was infatuated with him, and his heart fluttered, was truly shaken.

The two looked at each other like this for a while, He Yu, mesmerized by love and lust, held his feet as if he were holding snow, as if he were carrying jade, and then he looked down at the backs of those ice-white feet, his eyelashes fluttering slightly ......

He kissed him lightly again.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

That scalding heat in the air was climbing, and the ambiguity had almost materialized into a heavy, semi-fluid mass that lingered around them.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually obsessed, the boy's eyes are not the slightest concealment of the man's infatuation.

"Brother ......"

His lips brushed against his skin like a dragonfly.

Red dragonflies brush the back of the foot, skimming the ripples of the heartbeat as they slowly fly upwards ......

He Yu then took Xie Qingcheng's hand, lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against Xie Qingcheng's hand, kissed his fingers one by one, and then pressed his warm lips, reverently and tenderly, onto the back of Xie Qingcheng's hand.

"Brother ...... I want to be with you ......"

"Want your man ...... and your heart ......"

"Xie brother ...... you promise me, fall in love with me, give me a name, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng woke up violently as if he had been stabbed by an unseen sharp sword.

The weary and hazy mist in his eyes lifted.

He thought about his sick list today, about being a man He Yu was a man too, about everything ...... He only had five or six years left ......

He woke up from a dream and tried to push He Yu away.

He Yu, on the other hand, has not returned to his senses.

The young man is full of love and lust for Xie Qingcheng, how can he wake up so easily.

He hadn't realized Xie Qingcheng's abnormality, he was still immersed in the rare and beautiful atmosphere between the two of them just now, and he couldn't help but get up, propped himself up on top of Xie Qingcheng, trapping him between the sofa and himself.

He gazed at him tenderly and madly, obsessively and morbidly.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

Lowering his head for a kiss.

Xie Qingcheng turned his face away violently, and He Yu's kiss landed on his carotid artery.

As the kiss fell, Xie Qingcheng's heart seemed to be falling apart, his heart strings pulsed with his arteries, and he began to fiercely push back against He Yu after a violent tremor.

"Don't ...... don't, I'm not in the mood today, He Yu ...... He Yu you stop!"

He was really scared.

He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Is he afraid that He Yu will find the handcuff marks on his hands from treating his illness?

Or are you afraid He Yu will see the red injected mole on the back of his neck re-torn and not yet healed?

Or ......

Still afraid that he will unconsciously fall deeply with He Yu again ...... afraid that the compulsion that He Yu buried deep into his heart will be stupid again.

What's he afraid of?

He Yu's addiction to Xie Qingcheng was too deep, as if there was an invisible magnetic pole on the man's body, attracting him closer and closer. He was so confused by Xie Qingcheng, his eyes were so mesmerized that he didn't listen to what the other man said and continued to kiss him passionately. He thought he was so beautiful, like a rose that only belonged to him. The rose was colorful, dangerous, with thorns, but he couldn't help but pick it.

The more confused the mind, the more confused the intention.

The evil dragon kissed the flower and reached out to embrace the trembling rose.

"He Yu, you ...... are enough ...... let go ...... you let go ...... "

"Shea ......"

The young man did not hear, he was too engrossed, every inch of the halo in his eyes, can explain what is called the depth of love, and the depth of love, naturally entangled with desire, He Yu unconsciously want to go to undo Xie Qingcheng's buckle. Xie Qingcheng was finally pushed to the extreme, suddenly struggled to pull out the hand that was tightly held by He Yu, and "snapped" a slap, heavy and hard on the face of He Yu.

"......!"

The slap was too heavy and so cold that He Yu suddenly came to his senses and looked at the person who hit him.

Xie Qingcheng clutched his sleeves and buttons dead, trying his best to hide the traces of his treatment, his peach blossom eyes confused and wretched.

"...... Don't touch me."

When their eyes met, He Yu's face suddenly sank, and his expression was very complicated for a while, instinctively transmitting some madness, looking at Xie Qingcheng was even a bit unnerving.

But soon that natural madness was hardened by He Yu.

He Yu: "What's wrong with you?"

He tried to grab his hand, but Xie Qingcheng wrenched it away.

"Don't touch me." He said again.

"......"

After a long time, He Yu slowly got up from Xie Qingcheng's body and sat on the edge of the sofa, hanging his broken bangs and bowing his head.

In fact, just now He Yu slapped as long as it is not Xie Qingcheng, and replaced by any person, it is going to be him to death.

Just because it was Xie Qingcheng, He Yu could not do anything about it, and even felt guilty - because he suddenly saw in Xie Qingcheng's eyes a fear that could not be more vivid.

Xie Qingcheng So strong, so brave, almost every time he showed fear, it was because of himself.

He Yu slightly turned his face sideways and looked at Xie Qingcheng on the sofa silently - the man's forehead hair was disheveled, his five alabaster fingers were tugging at the lapel of his coat, and there was still a hickey mark on his neck from his own kisses, but there was only inviolable majesty written on his lofty eyebrows - and suppressed fear. -And suppressed fear.

He Yu looked at him like this, suddenly very, not a good taste.

"Brother ......" he said dumbly, "Did I push you too hard?"

"Am I reminding you again of when ...... I did that to you before?"

"I know ...... I know that you sometimes have nightmares at night and even suddenly shake ......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"...... Brother, I'm sorry." He Yu saw that he hadn't been answering either, and after a pause, he suddenly said this to Xie Qingcheng.

"...... I don't have to do this kind of thing with you ...... If you're tired, or you're not in the mood ...... you talk to me, okay? I won't even force you anymore. Don't look at me with such eyes, okay?"

The teenager got up.

"I... I'll go to your study and do my homework first... ...... I'll lock the door and let you rest... ...... I'm not going to push you, I just want to ask you to stay with me... ..."

"You don't ......" He Yu's voice trembled a little towards the end, it was suppressed, it was sad, and it was also bewildered - the emotions conveyed by that voice made Xie Qingcheng's heart trembled inexplicably once again.

He Yu said, choking a little--

"...... Xie Qingcheng, don't you be afraid of me."