The stuntman's acting skills exploded and Mr. Song capsized in the gutter.

Under Song Yandong's soft soothing voice, Rong Yu's eyes were dull and he cried silently. His body finally stopped shaking. He suddenly held his head in his hands: "It hurts so much, my head hurts so much... ah ah ah..."

As the screams rang out, Rong Yu fainted in Song Yandong's arms without warning.

Looking at the person who fainted due to stimulation, Song Yandong's eyes were filled with sadness and pain.

He bent down and picked the person up, turned around and walked to the parking spot outside the community, opened the back seat door and gently placed the person on the seat.

After fastening Rong Yu's seat belt and closing the car door, he took out his mobile phone and called the family doctor: "Bring the medicine kit and come to my house."

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at our residence.

Song Yandong carried the person into his master bedroom and placed him on the bed. The family doctor came forward to check.

After the other party finished the examination and took off the stethoscope from his ear, Song Yandong asked eagerly: "How is he?"

The voice was hoarse, and there was undisguised worry in his eyes.

"It's just a brief coma caused by stimulation. It's nothing serious. You'll wake up after a short sleep. You don't have to worry too much."

"Okay, thank you."

After the doctor left, the whole room fell silent.

Song Yandong sat on the edge of the bed and touched Rong Yu's face lustfully for a while. He stood up and pushed open the sliding glass door of the balcony. He put his hands on the railing of the balcony. The cold night breeze penetrated his skin along his collar.

He looked at the endless night sky, his furrowed brows covered with a deep and intractable sadness.

Derrick, the psychiatrist who hypnotized Rong Yu back then, said that Rong Yu had returned to normal and would no longer be stimulated by seeing his own photos. He approached him under a pseudonym in a bar a month ago, deliberately pretending to be a chance encounter.

That night, under Rong Yu's unconscious teasing, she reluctantly had sex with him. Rong Yu did not suffer from nausea and vomiting afterwards, just as Dr. Derrick said he was already cured.

In the two subsequent pretended encounters, although Rong Yu had a bad attitude towards him because of what happened that night, he did not show any disgust, rejection or resistance.

Everything was going in the right direction, but I didn't expect that Chi Jin would squat in the community where Rong Yu lives tonight to reveal what happened back then. Rong Yu was stimulated again because of his "perverted and disgusting" words.

What Rong Yu encountered in the mental hospital would have caused a mental breakdown even for a mentally mature adult, not to mention that he was only a boy under the age of eighteen at the time.

Song Yandong bent his fingers and rubbed his swollen and painful temples, and couldn't help but wonder: If Rong Yu hadn't recognized himself who saved him thirteen years ago eight years ago, wouldn't he have fallen in love with him?

If he had not shown kindness and allowed Rong Yu to live in his house, wouldn't Chi Jianhai think that he was living with a man and forcibly send him to a mental hospital for treatment?

Although Rong Yu had a hard time in the Chi family at that time, and was beaten, scolded, and corporally punished at every turn, it was still better than being locked up in a mental hospital and suffering inhuman torture.

I wonder if Rong Yu will regain his memory when he wakes up tomorrow and have a mental breakdown like he did eight years ago, resisting and hating the approach of all men, or will he feel nauseated and vomited when he sees his own face.

If that was the case, he would rather Rongyu never remember it.

It doesn't matter even if you forget yourself.

After standing outside for more than ten minutes with the cold wind blowing, Song Yandong walked in. The heater was turned on in the bedroom, and the chill on his body immediately dissipated.

The young man's eyelashes were tightly closed on the bed, and his chest was trembling, as if he was having a frightening nightmare.

Song Yandong frowned sharply, took off his shoes, socks and coat, got on the bed and gently hugged the young man into his arms, patting his back with one hand: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyu."

The gentle voice, the powerful arms, and the broad and tight chest made Rongyu feel safe and inexplicably familiar when he was trapped in the nightmare.

Instinctively attached to him, he instinctively relaxed his body and slowly stretched his brows against Song Yandong's arm.

In the dark night, Song Yandong held Rong Yu tightly in his arms, as if he was treating a lost treasure.

……

"Damn it! Where is this?"

The black and gray eyes caught Rongyu's consciousness, which was a little blurry after opening his eyes.

He sat up suddenly and scanned the unfamiliar yet familiar bedroom, confused.

Yan Dong clearly sent him back to Xiang Ling's apartment last night?

Rong Yu tried hard to recall what happened last night. He met Yan Dong at the door of the bar. He sent him to Xiang Ling's apartment, where he met Chi Jin.

After that trash Chi Jin said some incomprehensible words, Yan Dong showed up and beat him up, and then...

Rong Yu hit his head with his hand and found that he couldn't remember what happened next?

Including how he got to this strangely decorated room.

Fortunately, he still had his clothes on and there was nothing strange about his body, which meant that no one had taken advantage of him.

The last people he came into contact with last night were Chi Jin and Yan Dong. Did these two people do something to him that made him unable to remember what happened next?

Just when Rong Yu frowned and thought, Yan Dong walked in and tentatively said: "Are you awake?"

Rong Yu turned to look at him: "Where is this? Why are you here?"

"my home."

"You, your family?!"

"Yes, you were here last time."

What the hell!

No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity before, it turned out to be the bastard's house I had been to last time.

"I clearly returned to Xiang Ling's apartment last night, why am I at your house now?"

Song Yandong's eyes were filled with deep thoughts: "Don't you remember what happened last night?"

"Some remember, some don't."

"What don't you remember?"

After two seconds of silence, Rong Yu answered honestly: "I don't even remember what happened after you showed up and beat Chi Jin."

Hearing this, Song Yandong subconsciously loosened his clenched fingers.

Rong Yu asked in confusion: "What happened after last night? How did I come to your house?"

Song Yandong said half truthfully: "Last night you suddenly fainted and I couldn't open your door, so I had to bring you to my house."

Fainted suddenly?

Okay, why did you faint suddenly?

Rong Yu shook his furry head, always feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Seeing his sudden silence, Song Yandong asked, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you."

Rong Yu opened his round eyes: "Can you cook?"

"meeting."

"Really?" Rong Yu didn't quite believe it: "Then can I place an order?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Shredded Chicken Noodles."

After being startled for a moment, Song Yandong smiled and nodded: "Okay, you go and wash up first."