Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After listening to Wang Xingyi's explanation, Han Feng's frown deepened. In the end, he was so angry that he didn't even want to say anything.

"Brother Han?" Wang Xingyi pursed his lips, looked at him cautiously, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Han Feng nodded honestly: "Why did you hide such a big thing from me?"

"I didn't expect to run into them one after another. I didn't tell you the first time because I didn't want to worry you."

"If you don't want me to worry, why did you suddenly change your mind just now?"

He could have done nothing like all the other bystanders.

Wang Xingyi was a little surprised: "Brother Han?"

Watching someone in need without helping was totally not Han Feng's style in his impression.

"Are you surprised that I don't support you in saving him? But I'm also surprised why you saved him, Xingyi. According to you, he is both a victim and a member of the gang, isn't that right?"

So that's the problem.

Wang Xingyi wilted.

Han Feng continued, "Although I know that I shouldn't make malicious assumptions about anyone without evidence. However, since he is a gang member, and a low-level one at that, he must have done bad things with those messy big brothers. Now, he is being hunted by gang members for unknown reasons, but you saved him at the most dangerous moment..."

Han Feng shook his head: "Forget it. It has already happened. It's too late to talk to you about the truth."

He drove the wheelchair towards the entrance and Wang Xingyi was startled.

He stood up and chased after him, asking anxiously, "Where are you going?"

"Wash up."

"...Ah." Wang Xingyi let go of his hand awkwardly, "I thought you were angry and didn't want to live with me."

"It's not something that happened to an outsider that would make me leave in anger."

Watching Han Feng enter the bathroom, Wang Xingyi suddenly remembered that he had not yet done what he had planned.

Han Feng froze when the door was pushed open with a bang.

Seeing Wang Xingyi suddenly barging in through the mirror, Han Feng immediately pulled down his half-taken clothes and asked in panic, "Xingyi, what are you doing?"

Wang Xingyi looked down at the door lock and said, "I'm afraid you'll lock the door."

"Lock the door?"

He hadn't thought about it.

As for the fact that Xingyi, who always abides by the rules, would suddenly barge in, he never thought about it.

Han Feng turned around, pressed Wang Xingyi's waist and abdomen and was about to push him out of the door.

"Don't, Brother Han."

Seeing the right moment, Wang Xingyi slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Han Feng looked up, and Xing Yi looked down at him. The moment they looked at each other, the temperature in the bathroom rose sharply.

Han Feng shrank back in panic and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Before, I was running around everywhere, and the only place I stayed was the hospital. I never had the chance to wash you from head to toe."

Wang Xingyi leaned over, put his hands on the handles of Han Feng's wheelchair, and said.

"Brother Han, if you want to be clean and hygienic, you can't just wipe your body once a day."

Thinking of what was about to happen, Han Feng's violently beating heart rushed to his throat like crazy.

"Xingyi." Han Feng said in a trembling voice, "I can do it myself. You, you go out and wait for me."

Wang Xingyi stared at Han Feng, whose cheeks were flushed red, raised his eyebrows, and sighed: "What? So you have never thought about it?"

"Think, what do you think?"

"Brother Han," Wang Xingyi said, "Although we agreed not to be together for the time being, this marriage has been decided a long time ago. Since it has been decided, intimate behavior will naturally take place on a certain day. Now I just want to help you wash your body, but you are so nervous. What will we do in the future?"

Han Feng said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

"How could I be talking nonsense..." Wang Xingyi paused, and suddenly said in shock: "You don't want to be platonic with me for the rest of my life, do you?"

Although their relationship is good now, he can't stand it.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more confusing, Han Feng turned his face away and said shyly: "Now is not the time to talk about that, you go out."

Wang Xingyi stared at him unhappily. Suddenly, he stood up and pulled off his white T-shirt.

"Xing Yi!"

"Come here." Wang Xingyi bent down, carried Han Feng horizontally, and ran straight to the white porcelain bathtub.

I washed it for half an hour.

After he carried the wet Han Feng out and wrapped him in a bath towel, Wang Xingyi felt as if he had just experienced a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

No wonder he used to feel that Han Feng was like a docile rabbit. Even when taking a bath he would act like a rabbit, with his fur standing up and biting people.

After stuffing the clean and refreshing white rabbit into the quilt, Wang Xingyi finally straightened his waist which had been bent for thirty minutes.

Han Feng looked down at his legs, and was glad that Xingyi took off his shirt just to help him avoid getting wet, instead of coming in to wash with him.

"Are you relieved?"

Han Feng raised his head and saw Wang Xingyi's expression was a little sad.

"When you said you liked me, I thought you would be looking forward to every step forward in our relationship."

In the end, nothing happened, but it made Han Feng feel relieved?

"Xing Yi..."

"I'm going to wash up."

That night, the two of them lay on their own single beds, looking at the ceiling.

Wang Xingyi's loss appeared repeatedly in front of Han Feng's eyes.

He couldn't sleep and wanted to turn around and look at him, but his heavy or light breathing told Han Feng that Xingyi was also suffering from insomnia.

Why don't you sleep? Are you thinking about his resistance just now?

Thinking of his legs that could no longer move freely, Han Feng curled up his upper body in agony.

Early in the morning, before daybreak.

Wang Xingyi took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and edited a text message.

When Han Feng woke up, he helped him wash and eat as usual.

Han Feng secretly watched Xingyi who was eating soup dumplings while concentrating on watching the morning news.

After a long silence, he picked up the beef from his hot soup noodles and put it on the dumplings, and whispered, "You have to go back to work tonight. Eat more so you have energy."

Wang Xingyi picked up the beef and returned it to him, saying calmly, "I quit."

Han Feng was surprised: "Resign? When did it happen?"

Wang Xingyi took out his cell phone and handed it to him.

Looking at the boss's reply from an hour ago, Han Feng was puzzled: "How refreshing! He didn't even ask you the reason."

"I asked. I called to ask."

Like an old cow on strike in a bad mood, it takes a step when pushed and answers every question.

Han Feng knew that he was angry with himself, but he didn't expect that after a whole night, he still couldn't comfort himself.

Do you want him to coax you?

If you want to coax someone, what should you say to be effective?

Xingyi is so angry that he might have to take action to ask for forgiveness.

However, he really didn't have the confidence to get closer to him with his current body.

Besides, how old is this guy this year? Does he still remember?

Han Feng hesitated to ask the next question he was looking forward to. Wang Xingyi looked at the steamed buns that should have been delicious and full of flavor, and suddenly he felt resentful.

Suddenly, he put down his chopsticks, pretended to be indifferent, and said indifferently: "It seems that you don't care much about me."

"Xingyi." Han Feng said patiently, "You know I won't care."

"Really? I didn't see that."