Are you sick too?

When He Yu returned to the B-team site, his heart was burning inside his chest.

He remembered what his cousin had said, and thought about the woman's exposed expression just now, all of which made him feel that Xie Qingcheng's body was draped in layers of clothing, except for one, there was another one underneath.

The man was like a fog without substance, whether his blood was cold or hot, whether his skin was cold or warm, it seemed that even now He Yu could not feel it with his own hands.

He Yu was only certain that Xie Qingcheng did have more secrets to hide from him.

Hidden from everyone.

It's just-- why would Xie Qingcheng do that?

What else is there that he doesn't understand?

The B-team was taking a break at the moment, and when He Yu went back, he saw Chen Man, who was communicating with the director, with no one else around.

He averted his gaze and frantically searched the crowd for Xie Qingcheng's figure.

Then, He Yu saw it.

Xie Qingcheng sits by a flowerbed in the police academy playground smoking a cigarette.

He Yu walked down the steps, halfway across the playground, toward him, and then clutched Xie Qingcheng's arm.

"You come with me."

Xie Qingcheng returned to his senses, his eyes were angry for a moment when he saw He Yu, but he quickly suppressed that anger, as if he felt that it was a waste of energy to be angry at someone like He Yu.

"What are you trying to do, you ghost."

He Yu didn't say a word, but dragged him all the way to an unoccupied classroom in a nearby school building, where he let Xie Qingcheng go in first, and then followed him in, slamming the door shut.

He didn't turn around, staring straight at Xie Qingcheng, but turned his hand back and locked the door with a click.

In front of him was Xie Qingcheng in his winter police officer's formal attire, so handsome and upright that one simply wanted to rip off his uniform and kiss it.

He Yu had always been a very smart man, but his complex emotions towards Xie Qingcheng were about to crash the cpu of this smart brain.

Whether facing his cousin or the woman, he was comfortable, even easy, only when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, he seemed to be electrocuted, his thoughts were numb.

"He Yu, you're done." Those eyes gazed at him icily.

He Yu had wanted to ask him about that woman right away.

But after the police academy classroom door was locked, he smelled Xie Qingcheng's scent, and his brain felt like it was being pounded.

Bloodthirsty and sickly desire suddenly surged up, and with it the impulses of a teenager. He Yu looked at this man who had sealed too many stories, and the anxious indignation in his heart surged up rapidly.

He didn't even have time to ask questions, and in that moment he looked at him, his eyes smoldering, and he wanted to curse him, wanted him, wanted to tear him apart, wanted to dissect him.

Too many crazy emotions came over him, making him explode with difficulty for a moment.

He was actually speechless, red-eyed, and had to vent immediately.

So He Yu took two steps forward and did the first thing he did when he was alone with Xie Qingcheng--

His hand went around and pinched the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck, then brought Xie Qingcheng down on the podium with the whole thing, turned his head sideways, and bit the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck hard as if he was retaliating, as if he was cathartic!

The unexpected pain caused Xie Qingcheng to muffle a low, muffled grunt.

The soft sound ran up He Yu's spine like a starburst, and with it came a sweet, fishy taste of blood that filled He Yu's mouth in an instant.

The evil dragon sucked the blood of the sacrifice.

Hot.

Sweet.

Much more exciting than all that splattered fake plasma on camera.

Bubbling warmth gushed out from under Xie Qingcheng's pierced skin, the evil dragon's teeth were sharp, biting the human's neck and refusing to let go, and as the knot in his throat rolled up and down, swallowing Xie Qingcheng's hot blood, he couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied sigh.

The agitation that had been so overwhelming just a moment ago, that it had almost driven him mad, seemed to have come to a slight halt in such a bloody intertwining of colors.

The persistent high fever of the disease had made He Yu's body so hot that when he was pressed against Xie Qingcheng, it was as if he could iron each other's flesh and blood even through his clothes.

Xie Qingcheng tried to break away from him, but He Yu did not let go, but instead pressed the man in full uniform to the podium, and swept down several police academy teaching aids and propaganda magazines on the podium in the course of the entanglement.

"Loose ......"

"He Yu, I told you to get loose."

"Loose lips."

Finding his mouth too annoying, He Yu's bloodstained thin lips lifted slightly from the nape of his neck before sidling over and kissing Xie Qingcheng's lips roughly, sealing off his disarmingly calm voice.

He Yu was dead set against him, having never realized that kissing could be such a comforting thing, soothing the beast of desire in him that belonged to a normal teenager, and calming the thirst for blood in the spirit of Ai Bola.

Xie Qingcheng, seeing that it was useless to speak properly, bit him back with a fierce fury, and this kiss was more passionate, tyrannical, and fishy-sweet than any of their previous kisses.

But maybe Xie Qingcheng really provoked He Yu, or maybe He Yu was just too insensitive this time, he had never been bitten so hard by Xie Qingcheng and still refused to withdraw.

In the end it was Xie Qingcheng who got the short end of the stick, he was too cold in nature to receive such a crazy and intense kiss, he started to lose his breath, and for the first time his mouth drank in He Yu's blood so thickly, deep into the middle of his throat that he couldn't bear it and wanted to cough.

It was then that He Yu let go of him, his lips moist and red, the color of blood not only Xie Qingcheng's, but also his own.

Xie Qingcheng also tasted the blood of He Yu.

"I really want to fucking kill you like this." He Yu was still on top of him, his hands restraining Xie Qingcheng's wrists and preventing him from moving. But his body finally straightened up a little and pulled away a little, a distance that allowed him to see Xie Qingcheng's messy uniform underneath him more clearly.

He said with extreme hatred, resentment and agitation:

"Really, I'd like to do that now-maybe if I did that, you might get a word or two of truth out of your mouth. Isn't that right?"

Xie Qingcheng could hardly get some air, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

His navy blue jacket had been ripped open in the tangle, and inside was a light blue police uniform shirt, and He Yu was still trying to undo the silver buckle of his uniform belt, so he let go of one of his hands that was holding Xie Qingcheng down.

How could Xie Qingcheng let him do whatever he wanted, at the moment he let go of his hand, he violently rose up and rolled over, fiercely pressed He Yu back on the table, and then it was a full force of a slap, ruthlessly smashed on He Yu's face.

"You fucking animal!"

He Yu was beaten, his face immediately floated red marks, but do not feel pain, on the contrary, feel good, he was already perverted, the disease exacerbated his tyrannical heart, this kind of cathartic violence will only make him physically and mentally pleasurable.

"You curse twice more."

"I said you, beast." Xie Qingcheng directly yanked him by the hair and ripped the man up, slamming him against the blackboard, which in turn was violently pushed and then kicked him straight in the face, kicking He Yu straight to the ground, the tables and chairs and benches behind him tipping over with a crash.

He gasped, tugged his navy blue and silver clip-on tie straight, re-buttoned his jacket one by one, and stared at He Yu with eyes like blades and cones, bloodshot.

He Yu also did not get up, he slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and cheeks, and only slightly straightened his body, the ruins of the tables and chairs that fell behind him seemed to have become his throne, and he just leaned over and leaned on it, lifting up his deep almond eyes, and sorrowfully examining Xie Qingcheng, sizing him up.

Then he laughed against the back of his teeth, and he threw his head back and ate for a long moment, blood between his breaths, but feeling indescribably pleased.

The pleasure of the sick being satisfied.

"You realize I'm having a seizure, don't you, Xie Qingcheng?"

"......"

"The sicker I get, the less I care about these behaviors of yours. Even if you poked me in the heart with a knife right now, I'd only feel a million joys - because I don't hurt, but you'd owe me for the rest of your life. You'll never pretend to be innocent again."

He Yu gasped, one eye staring at the man like a wolf.

"You're just too good at disguises, Xie Qingcheng."

"......"

"You're a man of layers and layers of disguises, cocoons within cocoons - I ask you, which layer are you really?"

Xie Qingcheng said morosely, "What the hell are you talking about, what the fuck kind of drugs did you take today."

He Yu just laughed, a creepy laugh.

When he finally stopped laughing, he offered his hand to the man, "Come here."

"...... "I don't know why, just as he uttered the three words you come over, Xie Qingcheng, who had just dipped in a large amount of He Yu's blood, suddenly turned a little white.

He furrowed his brow as if momentarily uncomfortable, and it came through as a sickly pallor.

But He Yu didn't notice and said again, "Come here."

"I'm going to give you something to listen to-- Xie Qingcheng, I tell you, nothing can be kept hidden all the time. You listen, you listen carefully, and then you should all understand why I want you today."

Xie Qingcheng stood in place with a white face for a while, and finally, slowly, walked over to him.

He Yu took out his cell phone and looked into Xie Qingcheng's dark eyes before tapping the record play button--

"You know who I met today."

"......"

"Would you care to guess?"

"...... Just say what you have He Yu."

He Yu smiled coldly, "I hope you can still be so calm in front of me after hearing this."

"And hopefully, when you hear her voice, you'll remember the one side of the story she once had with you." The corners of his lips pulled back in an almost mocking arc as he finished the second half of his sentence with a single word - "A one-play date."

"Snap."

The recording has begun.

That was the entirety of He Yu's conversation with the old woman in the café.

The audio isn't very long, and Xie Qingcheng listens to the whole thing in silence for longer than the recording.

Neither spoke for a while.

Finally it was He Yu who slowly asked, "How was it, was it good."

Xie Qingcheng : "...... where you met her."

"It's in this theater group." He Yu slowly put down his cell phone, "Looks like you're not going to deny it."

"......"

"Why are you guys putting on this show? Xie Qingcheng, what are you trying to do? What secret are you hiding?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, "This is my personal matter."

He Yu leaned his head back and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips before once again dropping his gaze onto Xie Qingcheng. He was annoyed by Xie Qingcheng and let out a cold snort.

"Private matter." Dark eyes stared at him, and he wasn't going to waste much time with the other man on public or private matters. He only said, "It's only right that I ask a few questions about your personal matters."

Eyes wandering, "You're all mine, why shouldn't I know about you."

What Xie Qingcheng can't stand the most is this kind of words from He Yu. As if treating him as a woman.

He opened his eyes and his face quickly sank to an even harder color than before.

"I hope you have some face, He Yu."

"I'd like to hear some truth, Xie Qingcheng."

He Yu unintentionally uttered these command-like words with blood-stained lips.

For some reason, after Xie Qingcheng heard these words, his body suddenly swayed slightly, and the blood color on his face suddenly went down a few points.

And this time, unfortunately--

He Yu noted.

He didn't care at first, but then suddenly remembered something and leapt over his shoulder, then narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Qingcheng's suddenly uncomfortable appearance.

"...... Xie Qingcheng." He Yu asked, "What happened to you?"

"I ......" The response was quick, as if the reply was involuntary, but before the words were out of his mouth, he was strangled alive.

Xie Qingcheng chest up and down, because in holding back something, cutting teeth movement clearly through the face.

Then he turned his face suddenly.

He Yu's expression became more difficult to read, and his tone to get to the bottom of the matter became more determined, "Say, what's wrong with you?"

"......"

That sickly whiteness became even more pronounced, and Xie Qingcheng's back quivered slightly as he froze in place, looking as if he did want to say something, but then held himself rigidly in check.

After a long silence, Xie Qingcheng suddenly burst into a violent coughing fit.

"Ahem ......"

He coughed so hard that his body leaned back, against the cold tiles of the classroom, and his eyes, both red from coughing, lifted, almost a little woefully, to look at He Yu.

In this moment, He Yu looked at his unusual reaction, his heart trembled violently, could it be that ......

"Xie Qingcheng, this is ...... you."

He didn't speak immediately.

The appearance of Xie Qingcheng in front of him suddenly reminded him of a previous experience--

It was still a winter a few years ago.

At that time he was still studying abroad, went to a nursing home, met a serious symptoms of mental patients, medical care in the side to discourage useless, can only be forced on the sedative restraint belt.

But the foreign patient was robust, and broke away at once, hissing loudly in French, spitting and beating the other.

"I'll kill you all - let you lock me up! Let you do this to me, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

He Yu was not feeling well at that time, he was also injured and bleeding that day, and his original psychology was bloodthirsty and violent, so if he wanted to calm down as soon as possible, he naturally couldn't watch such an intense and crazy scene.

His mind was annoyed, so his mouth opened as well, chortling in French, "Shut up."

He Yu was just passing by with a thoughtless remark.

But who knows, that madman's face suddenly went white.

looked at him steadily, as if he had seen something very terrible.

The patient's pain still seemed to be rampaging through his body, to break out as a scream.

But he stared straight at the teenager and actually managed to choke the scream out of his throat really hard.

It was as if an invisible giant hand, with He Yu's sentence "Shut up", really locked his throat.

Those medics who were there froze.

"Do you, do you know him?"

"...... don't recognize it." He Yu replied, surprising himself.

It went over on the medical side, and they later thought it would have been a coincidence.

But only He Yu realized that it wasn't.

He looked intently at his patient's pale face, at the veins that flared from stoicism.

An uncertain suspicion suddenly came to him, spreading out as alarmingly as the early morning fog.

After the medics had all dispersed, he walked right up to the gasping patient.

The patient sits, and He Yu looks at him askance.

To confirm himself, he gave a most brutal order in French--the

He tried, softly, "Je veux que tu te suicides."

And then--

It was as if a horrible truth had broken out of the fog.

The patient's ego-consciousness seemed to rebel sharply, which caused his face to flush with painful pallor and his body to thrash slightly.

His struggles were reflected in He Yu's mirrored eyes.

He was so close to the patient that the patient could smell the blood on him.

After a few seconds, or perhaps a dozen, the man raised his hand and seemed to have finally lost the battle against the invisible force that was tearing him apart.

His eyes went slack, and he raised his hand - and actually choked himself really hard!

He Yu was taken aback, and the one who came back to his senses before the other was literally on the verge of strangling himself, immediately called out to him to-

"Stop. You stop!"

The man dropped his hands in disengagement then, his tall, lanky body almost turning to mud as soon as he fell limp as if he'd been in a hot furnace.

It was then that He Yu realized that if he gave a mental patient a whiff of his own blood, and spoke to him in a commanding tone, he would not be able to control himself and would do what he wanted.

And inside Cheng Kang Hospital, he learned from Xie Qingcheng about this ability, named - Blood Compulsion.

At this moment, He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's face without moving his eyes.

That look of being forced by a blood compulsion and trying desperately to break free from the invisible shackles ......

He's all too familiar.

Can't go wrong.

Xie Qingcheng he ...... he actually was similarly affected by his blood compulsion this time!

It's like a sharp sword cutting through the fog and darkness.

He Yu's eyes were glowing with subtle, trembling beams of light.

He slowly got up from the ground and muttered, "...... Xie Qingcheng, you ......"

What convinced him even more was that Xie Qingcheng, who had always been very calm, and who had been able to deal with even those ridiculous scenes just now in a tough manner, did not dare to touch his gaze at this moment.

Instead, he suddenly turned around, Tie Qing striding toward the door with his face in his hands.

Xie Qingcheng's hand was already on the latch of the door, turning the lock with a click.

Immediately afterward he was about to pull the door open and go out.

However, He Yu caught up behind him at that moment and reclosed that classroom door with a bang.

One of his hands passed through the side of Xie Qingcheng's face and pressed it against the door, while the other hand held Xie Qingcheng's waist and forced him to turn around to face himself.

There's nothing wrong with ...... there's nothing wrong with ......

He Yu's pupils contracted slightly--

Can't go wrong.

Xie Qingcheng so calm and cold a person, at this time in his palm hand down the waist held in the heart, surprisingly is in violent trembling.

That trembling is like a butterfly that is facing his orders, out of control, yet unwilling, trying to do its best to break free from the spider's web. It is the wariness of trying to escape from the order of the blood parasites ......

He Yu didn't know what to say for a while.

Surprised, shocked, stunned, excited, ecstatic, great mourning ...... all the incompatible emotions actually at this time in his chest all flooded into a disaster.

"You ...... you are ......" He Yu looked at the man trapped between his chest and the classroom door.

The man who was always meticulous and grimly tough.

He couldn't believe it, his voice shifted, "You too?"

"......"

"Xie Qingcheng, aren't you too?"

The sound was more ferocious than the sound, more mournful than the sound, more frantic than the sound, more desperate than the sound.

"You too?!!!"

His despair stems from the fact that he refuses to believe that Xie Qingcheng also has mental problems; no matter what, Xie Qingcheng is always a very strong person in his eyes, someone who is very capable of controlling his emotions and mind.

He's even a doctor.

If such a person can suffer from mental illness at the urging of society without the knowledge of the onlooker, what reason is there for him to think that illness can be overcome by the human heart?

That's the devil that can make even Xie Qingcheng lose his army.

He Yu gasped and violently pulled Xie Qingcheng's hair, forcing him to look at himself.

Almond eyes that quivered with light met dead-water peach eyes.

The tip of the nose almost points to the tip of the nose.

Xie Qingcheng smelled He Yu's blood smelled heavier and was more affected than any of the previous blood parasites.

The knot in He Yu's throat rolled, he looked at him and couldn't stop stroking Xie Qingcheng's hair in a morbid movement.

He did his best to calm himself, his voice coming down a little lighter, but still shaking.

The emotions hidden inside were more frightening than when the voice was loud.

His bloodstained lips were pressed just above Xie Qingcheng's slightly panting lips, not even an inch away, and he murmured, or rather, he ordered--

"You tell me."

He had a death grip on Xie Qingcheng, and He Yu had no doubt that Xie Qingcheng would have a large bruise on the side of his waist when he took off his police uniform today.

He held him tightly, as if trying to clutch a vein of truth from quicksand that couldn't stop slipping.

His eyes glittered with agitated light and shadow, but his voice grew softer and softer. Like the murmur of the witch exorcism.

"You tell me. You too?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng frowned painfully.

"Honestly Xie Qingcheng." He Yu wanted to probe the hidden secrets from this man's body, his heart thumping so hot that his eyes were gradually burning red.

"Do you have a mental illness too?"