Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Xingyi?"

Han Feng stepped forward.

By the light of the fire, he saw seven or eight empty glass bottles lying here and there at Wang Xingyi's feet.

"Xing Yi..." Han Feng was surprised. "You, you drank? And you drank so much!"

Releasing the lighter switch, Wang Xingyi turned his head and looked at Han Feng quietly.

"Why are you back? Didn't you say the professor had something to talk to you about and you wouldn't be home today?"

"I, I'll come back to get the information."

Wang Xingyi stared at him motionlessly, and suddenly, he burst out laughing.

Shaking his head in self-mockery, he stood up and sighed, "It's really tiring to run around so late at night."

Han Feng's heart was pounding when he saw Wang Xingyi's strange behavior.

Two years ago, on their first day moving into the apartment, they went to the convenience store to buy two cans of fruity cocktails to celebrate.

After taking just one sip, he, who was drinking for the first time, immediately showed a bitter face and told himself: "This wine is not tasty at all."

Since then, he seemed to have lost his interest in all kinds of alcohol and never took the initiative to touch it.

But today, he actually drank eight bottles of white wine in one go!

"Xingyi." Han Feng turned around and followed him. "Tell me, what's wrong with you? Why did you drink so much? Do you know that drinking too much can harm your body? And, you also..."

"What do you want to say?" Wang Xingyi suddenly stopped and said coldly, "What else can I say?"

Han Feng looked straight at him with a serious expression: "You are still young. How can you bear so much alcohol suddenly entering your body?"

Every word Han Feng said stung his nerves. Wang Xingyi closed his eyes in pain until he finished saying all the words he wanted to teach him as an "elder".

"Xingyi."

"Are you done?" Wang Xingyi slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Han Feng coldly.

Han Feng felt as if he was being stared at by an angry beast. The huge sense of oppression was so great that his hair stood on end.

He swallowed nervously, stretched out his clean, bony hand and grabbed Xingyi's sleeve.

Wang Xingyi lowered his eyes and looked at him. He wanted to know what Han Feng was going to use to reject him, but he just grabbed his sleeves tightly and looked at him with heartbroken eyes.

"What?" Wang Xingyi said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm pitiful?"

"Pitiful?"

"Isn't it?"

Wang Xingyi raised his head with a wry smile, looking at the apartment shrouded in darkness, imagining the scene where Han Feng and he were standing in front of the operating table under the warm and bright light, making cakes, blowing out candles, and making wishes together.

Han Feng would hug him gently and whisper in his ear wishing him a happy adulthood and a happy eighteenth birthday.

Finally, what is the reality?

A cold house, bottles of choking wine and a man abandoned by Han Feng.

"Seven years."

Wang Xingyi lowered his head and looked at Han Feng with tearful eyes.

"Tired of it, aren't you?"

Han Feng opened his eyes wide in surprise: "How could you..."

Buzz!

Han Feng glanced at his pocket, then looked anxiously at the heartbroken Xing Yi, feeling torn.

He still remembered the purpose of his going home in the heavy rain.

Seeing his dilemma, Wang Xingyi slowly raised his arm and broke free from Han Feng's hand.

"Take it."

Han Feng immediately took out his cell phone and answered the call.

Seeing him listening to the professor attentively, nodding obediently and replying softly, Wang Xingyi's heart ached even more.

If he hadn't been standing here watching, he would have almost forgotten that Han Feng used to be ten times more gentle and moving towards him than he was now.

But now, he was too lazy to say even a single extra word to him.

What's the point of being physically close? If your heart is far away, love will never come back.

Wang Xingyi stood where he was and walked around Han Feng before he hung up the phone.

Han Feng was stunned. He immediately followed him with his eyes and saw Xingyi picking up the coat on the back of the sofa, putting it on his arm, and walking straight towards the door.

He's going out?!

Han Feng was shocked. He immediately found an opportunity to interrupt the call, chased to the entrance, and grabbed Wang Xingyi's clothes when he pressed the door handle.

"Where are you going?"

Wang Xingyi was silent for two seconds and replied: "Go out."

"Where?"

"nothing dealing with you."

After saying that, Wang Xingyi unlocked the door. Han Feng grabbed his clothes and said anxiously, "You can't go out!"

"why?"

"It's raining heavily outside. The professor called me to tell me that there will be a hurricane soon and I should not go out... So, you should not go out either."

Wang Xingyi raised his head and sighed deeply.

Then he opened the door as if he didn't hear Han Feng's words.

"no!"

"If you don't want me, leave me alone!!"

Wang Xingyi shook off Han Feng's hand and rushed out.

"Xing Yi..."

Han Feng stared at the open door in a daze, and the garden in his heart that was repaired into a beautiful state by Xing Yi finally caught fire.

He looked down at his chest, not understanding why there were no injuries but why his heart ached so much, as if a piece of it had been dug out.

Was it Xingyi who took it away?

Did you take away the self hidden in his heart?

So, he won't come back, and they won't see each other again in the future.

The unacceptable fact hit him without warning, and Han Feng was completely panicked.

"Xing Yi!"

Han Feng leaped forward and lost his balance in an instant.

With a bang, he crashed into the shoe cabinet without reservation and fell to the ground.

Han Feng opened his eyes with a pain in his arm, only to see the ceramic ornaments on the shoe cabinet falling towards his face!

Click!

The ornament exploded beside his ears and shattered into pieces.

Han Feng turned around with lingering fear. Suddenly, the door above his head was opened with great force, and Wang Xingyi rushed in, shouting in surprise: "Brother Han!"

After helping Han Feng up and checking him from front to back, Wang Xingyi was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Xing Yi." Han Feng looked at him bewilderedly, and murmured as if in a dream, "You're back, are you back?"

After he finished speaking, he hooked his hands around the back of Wang Xingyi's neck and hugged him, refusing to let go.

After confirming that Han Feng had no external injuries, Wang Xingyi felt relieved.

He glanced at Han Feng, who was hanging in front of him and shivering, and held his waist from behind with one hand and lifted his knees with the other hand, holding him horizontally in his arms.

Lifting his legs to push open the bedroom door, Wang Xingyi gently placed Han Feng on the bed.

He turned his head and looked at Han Feng, who had no intention of letting go, and asked, "How long do you plan to hold me?"

Han Feng didn't want to let go.

But he didn't let go, so Xingyi kept bending over while standing beside the bed.

"Don't leave." Han Feng pleaded, "Promise me that you won't leave after I let you go."

Thinking of Han Feng falling down and the ceramic fragments all over the floor, Wang Xingyi felt scared.

"I promise you."

"Don't go?"

"Don't go."

"Really? You didn't lie to me."

"You know I never lie to you."

After getting the promise, Han Feng slowly let go of his hand.

He looked very alert, as if if he dared to go back on his word, he would pounce again and catch him.

Han Feng's love for him was written all over her face without any concealment.

The way they seemed to be growing in love made him even more confused as to why they had become such strangers during this period of time.