Chapter 66: can't stand it

Although Chen Man was uneasy, he never dared to disobey Xie Qingcheng, so he left.

Xie Qingcheng came to the door and stood in front of He Yu.

He Yu is still in the same attire as when he received the award, a HU student uniform with a medal.

Xie Qingcheng swept in, "I really have to congratulate you. Boys' Student Council President."

He Yu: "......"

"Anything else you want to say."

What did he have to say?

It's certainly not possible to act like a whiny bitch and blame the man for deleting you.

But even after digging three feet into the ground, I couldn't find a single suitable reason.

He Yu did not answer, while Xie Qingcheng slowly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him.

That kind of look made He Yu feel annoyed and uneasy - Xie Qingcheng would look at him with that kind of gaze whenever he cheated on him or hid something from him since he was a child. He had rarely received this kind of look from others, which was like an x-ray trying to penetrate him.

He was instinctively agitated.

He ran his eyes over Xie Qingcheng's face, to the collar of his bathrobe, to the droplets of water running down his dark hair.

Chen Man doesn't know why Xie Qingcheng wants to take a bath as soon as he gets home.

But He Yu knows better.

Because it was so clear, he felt uncomfortable--Xie Qingcheng had promised him that they would be together for a long time to come, so was he so eager to clean up the traces he had left behind?

And Xie Qingcheng allowed Chen Man to go home with him.

Even ...... even Xie Qingcheng is so at ease with Chen Man, so casual, Chen Man is at home, he can also manage his own bath.

Xie Qingcheng didn't believe a word he said.

Chen Man two words, suddenly became a gangrene, make He Yu tormented, make his eyes are stained with a layer of rust color: "Then what about him? What is he doing here?"

Xie Qingcheng suddenly got a little angry.

In fact, Chen Man came here just because he left some reports at Xie Qingcheng's house and came to pick them up. Xie Qingcheng was not defensive towards Chen Man, besides, this house was already too small, he was worried that Chen Man would detect the smell that did not belong to him from such a close distance.

So even though Chen Man was there, he insisted on taking a shower first to cleanse those things from his body.

How come He Yu's mouth feels so dirty?

Xie Qingcheng's eyes chilled, "You're sick He Yu, what does his coming here have to do with you."

"How it doesn't matter."

"What is he to me, and what are you to me?"

"...... What he is to you I don't know ......" He Yu said in a moment of silence.

"But what kind of person am I to you ...... " He Yu look became extremely gloomy, more than half an hour ago Shu Xin seems to be all the things of a past life, his eyes are again caged in that kind of Xie Qingcheng's familiar morbidness,. "You wash and forget clean?"

"You promised me yourself, you just did."

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu with a look that was almost devoid of warmth, and under the glare of such sharp eyes, any demeanor seemed like it wasn't worth mentioning.

Xie Qingcheng has a stress reaction after his first time with He Yu, however he's not a loser, and once when he readjusts his mindset to stand up for himself, then he has an inner strength that will make any harm near null and void in front of him.

"...... You listen He Yu, I promised you, that is also promised to you in bed, out of bed you are nothing. The two of us have nothing to do with each other now."

As he spoke, the lapels of his coat spread a bit, revealing the thin ice-like skin underneath, the peach blossoms frozen beneath the ice from the hickey He Yu had left on him an hour or so ago.

Young and colorful, but extremely cold.

No life is alive.

A droplet of water fell down, sliding along the curve of Xie Qingcheng's face, reaching his jaw and sliding into the side of his neck, and He Yu's line of sight followed the traces of the droplet and looked down without moving.

Meandering and wet, up to the collarbone ......

Xie Qingcheng coldly straightened his bathrobe, interrupting his adventurous gaze.

He Yu re-lifted his head and faced the two pools of extremely cold peach blossom pools.

"If you don't have anything to do, just go. It's not as if you tasted something fresh and kept going on endlessly." Xie Qingcheng stabbed him with every word, "What's the difference between that and an animal. And it looks like you--"

He paused, "Very unseen."

He Yu's expression became hard to see, it seemed that on one hand he didn't want to admit in front of this man that he was indeed very uneducated, that's why he even lied to Xie Qingcheng before that it wasn't his first time, and that Xie Qingcheng wasn't the one that made him feel the best.

But on the other hand, he was clear that Xie Qingcheng had seen his bullshit long ago, that time they were in the clubhouse, he was so impatient and couldn't get the hang of it, enduring it over there with his head sweating thinly and his temples veins pulsing, and he still didn't know what to do, and he grinded it out for a long time.

Xie Qingcheng wasn't a virgin, so how could he not see that this young man was looking to make up for his own face.

"......"

He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, which was still covered with water droplets, and exasperatedly said, "I'm looking for you this time, not for that."

"Rare." Xie Qingcheng said, "That's for what."

But at this moment, He Yu couldn't admit that he came to him because of the matter of deleting people, or else it would be even more embarrassing.

So He Yu just blurted it out.

"Because I'm sick."

"......"

He Yu said, "I am sick and I want you to show me."

"......"

"You remember you were a doctor, Xie Qingcheng."

It was fine if he didn't mention this, but once he did, Xie Qingcheng felt incredibly irritated.

If he didn't remember, he should have made a clean break with He Yu and stayed as far away as possible, where would all this shit still be happening now? So after a short period of silence, Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and propped it on the door frame, narrowing his eyes, he was finally not so calm anymore, and underneath the shattered marks of his icy mask, he revealed a very ferocious face.

"I remember it well."

The anger that had been pent up for too long suddenly came out in this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly pinched He Yu's cheek, and propped his other elbow on the door frame.

His voice was muffled, but the intensity of each word seemed as if it could strip the human skin from the beast He Yu so viciously and fling it to the ground in a shower of blood.

"But I hope you'll also remember that I left my job four years ago."

"Your sickness has nothing to do with me." The low, muddy voice was right next to He Yu's ear, carrying a rolling heat and speaking sentences that fell straight from the ice, "But if you die, you can dream to let me know, and if I'm in a good mood, I might go to your grave and offer you a stick of incense. Bastard."

He said straightening up and patting He Yu's cheek.

"Get lost."

Before the words left his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Caught off guard, He Yu bites his fingertip so hard it bleeds between his teeth--

"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu stared intently at the man's face, the tip of his tongue sweeping over Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.

Xie Qingcheng sullenly withdrew his hand, but his wrist was unexpectedly clutched by He Yu.

He Yu lowered his head to first glance at the tattoo that cursedly appeared repeatedly in his wet dreams, then licked his blood-stained lips, slurping his tongue back in pure disgust at Xie Qingcheng: "Your blood is sweet."

Xie Qingcheng almost slapped him, fearing that the commotion would be too loud and attract the neighbors, he whispered, "Spread your hands."

He Yu didn't let go of his hand, instead he clutched it tighter, and secretly used his dark energy to lift Xie Qingcheng's wrist under the stalemate with Xie Qingcheng.

He lowered his head, but his eyes went up, staring intently at Xie Qingcheng's face in the doorway of the old mansion where the light wasn't too bright.

He Yu seemed to want to put all the grievances and heat that could not be relieved after the sexual intercourse into Xie Qingcheng's body fiercely and ruthlessly, lifting Xie Qingcheng's wrist, letting him expose his inner tattoo, and then biting down on the inside of the reader's delicate wrist with fury and ferocity.

Like quenching poisonous juice.

Xie Qingcheng's face was tense, and his hands were painful and numb, but he couldn't make a sound, and could only stare at each other in the dimness with He Yu's eyes, fighting.

"You remember. Xie Qingcheng," finally He Yu loosened up and threw Xie Qingcheng's arms around him, "You're my father's late friend, my personal physician, or someone I slept with, I have to be something different to you. Don't ever let me hear you say that I count as someone to you again."

His blood seemed to satiate him, and then it seemed to make him thirstier.

"And - don't ever get that close to Chen Man again. Because he's a disgusting faggot, and he just has that nasty, dirty mind for you."

Xie Qingcheng stared at him with nice eyes for a while, then said with incomparable disgust, "He Yu, are you in a position to talk about others now?"

"Why shouldn't I say."

"Don't you feel weak? Who the hell is gay? Aren't you? What kind of face do you have to call someone Chen Man?Think about what kind of face you have!"

He Yu as if he had been severely slapped in the ear, his cheeks slightly twitching, thin lips pursed, still stained with some undried blood.

His face was so green that he wanted to say to Xie Qingcheng, Totally different, I did that thing with you not because I like you, I just feel good, then since it is not like that, I can not talk about love, and it is not gay.

But his lips only moved once before Xie Qingcheng pushed him out of the room, "Get out. Get out of here."

"I'm not rolling. You all but promised to go on with me-"

"Yes, I did promise you. But now I'm tired and need to rest, and the nightly service you provided is over, got it? You don't take yourself too seriously."

He Yu : "...... What night service! It's mutual healing-"

Xie Qingcheng looked gloomy: "Then today's session is over, I feel good now, very good, can you, the Barefoot Bone-setter, go now?"

Then he's going to close the door.

He closed the door firmly in front of He Yu.

The door was stubbornly held shut by He Yu.

"Xie Qingcheng, don't you push me ......"

Xie Qingcheng did not say a word, only force to close the door, the force is so strong, He Yu's fingers were pinched in the door frame was a red mark, the old iron door in disrepair, corners and even with some burrs, in the two silent confrontation, He Yu's back of the hand was even cut, began to ooze blood.

But he looked at Xie Qingcheng as if he couldn't feel it.

His patience has been consumed in such arguments, and he is now close to madness. He cannot be coaxed or persuaded, but Xie Qingcheng still refuses to scold him, so what does he want?

He Yu could only take off his mask, revealing the dragonlike, scarred and ugly face underneath the human skin mask.

The tone was soft to the point of being sickly and creepy: "Good. Very good. You trust him so much, that Officer Chen of yours, don't you?"

Xie Qingcheng 森森然："He is at least more normal than you."

He Yu suddenly flexed his elbow against the door of the room, then raised his hand and pressed his bloody fingers against Xie Qingcheng's chest.

He pressed closer to him and murmured in his ear, "It's okay, if you think I'm abnormal, then I'm abnormal, I'm used to it anyway, I've heard all those heartfelt words of yours in the video, and I've seen your hypocrisy a long time ago. I don't care what I look like in your eyes, anyway, there has never been any person, who has sincerely loved me and seen me as an equal ......"

The voice is even softer by an octave, as if it is going to be transformed into a silk thread, soft, yet cold, to be twisted around Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"I'm used to it."

He suddenly exerted force in his hand and pushed Xie Qingcheng into the house, the iron and wooden doors slammed shut behind them, and He Yu was thoughtful enough to remember to lock the door behind him.

Just as he locked the door, he vented and started pressing Xie Qingcheng back against the door panel and kissing.

Xie Qingcheng really didn't expect him to have such physical strength.

How long has this been going on?

"He Yu! Don't you go crazy here! Xie Xue she might come back ......"

Even Xie Xue is no longer a safe word for He Yu, who pauses just a bit before he gives Xie Qingcheng his answer - he holds him down on his desk, where his half-written paper is scattered all over the floor.

What's wrong with mentioning Xie Xue?

He Yu's eyes were cold, the old scar in his heart felt like it had been torn, and blood flowed out, so he went to eat the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck even more fiercely, as if he was desperately looking for some kind of medicine that could stop the bleeding.

Yes, Xie Qingcheng is like medicine in his life, always able to suppress something, and like a cold prosthetic limb, always able to fill something.

It used to be to fill in the affection he was missing.

Now it can also fill the love he craves.

Though Xie Qingcheng was not the same person he had once expected to be with, Xie Qingcheng was neither male nor gentle, nor was he nice to him, and he was with him as if he were looking for someone who could barely fill in the gaps, like a false tooth, a new piece of metal after a painful loss of an arm, which was always a little less than complete but at least able to fill in the holes that were killing him.

Something is better than nothing.

With this in mind, He Yu whispered to Xie Qingcheng in the darkness, "She's not okay, she won't come back."

"You stay with me."

The voice was calm, rather more than like a madman, it was lonely and paranoid to the point of self-loathing, answering like madness and begging.

It was daylight outside the window. But the teenager said--

"It's getting dark, Xie Qingcheng. don't drive me away."

"I was literally running out of places to go."