Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

However, after three days, the main hall was in a mess again. Glass fragments extended to the corridor on the third floor. There was a faint smell of blood in the air. The door was locked from the inside. Xu Qing knocked on the door lightly: "Ayue, I found Lin Zheng."

There was a sound of something accidentally falling to the ground through the door, and then it was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was in the room.

Xu Qing shrugged helplessly, held up the broken phone to Hua Xia, and mouthed, "You have to ask him to reimburse me."

Hana: "...Do you have a spare key?"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qing took it out of his pocket and handed it to him, as if he had been prepared. When Hua Xia opened the door, Xu Qing exaggeratedly stepped back to the elevator entrance and pressed the elevator: "I'm going to get off work first. See you tomorrow."

As if he was afraid that he was not walking fast enough, he rushed into the elevator as soon as the door opened and went downstairs.

Hua Xia inexplicably felt as if she had been cheated.

The room was pitch black. As soon as she stepped in, she stepped on broken glass all over the floor. Hua Xia stomped her way out and fumbled to turn on the light. She pressed the switch several times but it didn't light up. She looked up and saw the lampshade was shattered into pieces and hanging down.

“…” Quite capable, he even destroyed the house.

Hua Xia gave up on lighting, found the dark shadow in the house, and walked over. The closer she got, the stronger the bloody smell became. When she was a few steps away, the shadow in the wheelchair retreated and distanced herself from him.

"Why are you leaving?"

The shadow stopped moving. Hua Xia took another step forward. The shadow suddenly spoke: "Why did you come back?"

Hua Xia paused, took a deep breath, and asked back, "Who left her behind?"

She said sarcastically, "You weren't driving as fast as that day."

The black shadow lowered his head, and there was a sense of desolation all around him. He huddled in the wheelchair without saying a word, looking pitiful. No one knew where he was injured, and there was a strong smell of fresh blood.

Without further ado, Hua Xia squatted down in front of him and turned on the flashlight on her phone to illuminate a corner: "Let me see?"

The corner of the clothes soaked in blood was lifted up, and the flashlight beam shone on a scratch on the side of the man's waist. It should not be a self-inflicted scratch. It should be caused by something falling and being hit. The angle was tricky. More blood came from a scratch on the forearm.

Hua Xia came back from outside, her fingertips were icy and cold. When she touched the edge of the wound on Yan Yue's arm, he trembled slightly and wanted to shrink, but did not move.

"Are you still angry?"

"You're hiding yourself and having a seizure because you're not replying to messages?"

The scolding breath was very close, Yan Yue's heart was beating a little noisy, his blood was tense, and he could only hear the blame and concern in these words. He had clearly let her go, so why did she come back? A disabled person who couldn't even stand up, why did he come back?

"Huh? Why don't you speak?"

"Xu Qing said you won't go for the surgery?" Hua Xia put her hand on Yan Yue's knee. This guy had a problem of scratching his legs, and she didn't know what was going on inside.

Without thinking, I said, "Can you take off your pants so I can see?"

"..."

Hua Xia said it was almost time, and she felt the air was becoming a little agitated. She silently added a word: "Legs."

The heat came from Yan Yue's body. In the darkness, he lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He uttered a low voice: "Ugly."

Atrophied muscles and protruding bones are definitely ugly, even hideous.

The glass-hearted Master Yan was a poor little man with a fragile self-esteem. Hua Xia pouted and said helplessly: "You have to treat your injuries, right?"

I guess the wound wasn't deep, so Xu Qing left.

Hua Xia asked: "Have you taken your medicine today?"

Yan Yue didn't say anything either. Hua Xia stood up holding the flashlight on her cell phone and went to look for medicine in the cabinet next to the sofa. The balcony was not closed and the cold wind blew in, making the curtains dance. While Hua Xia was searching, she suddenly heard a low, hoarse voice mixed in with the wind.

The man said, “The medicine is gone and it won’t come back.”

Hua Xia: “…” Who is this medicine for?

She was brought back to the mansion as a placebo in the beginning. She was left behind, so now she blames herself for not coming back.

Hua Xia took out the pills, poured a cup of hot water and handed it over: "You still think you're right? Yan Yue?"

Yan Yue held the water cup, showing no intention of taking the medicine, and said strangely: "The patient will die without the medicine."

Hua Xia was completely furious. She stood up with her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Who are you threatening?"

"Would you like me to see one?"

Yan Yue: “…”

The man closed his eyes, stared at Hua Xia's fierce eyes, and repeated: "The patient will die without medicine."

Hua Xia: “…”

"Your uncle's!"

The man replied in a deep voice: "My grandfather died a long time ago."

Hua Xia: “…”

Who will take care of this psychopath? !

"Go ahead." Yan Yue turned the wheelchair, walked towards the bedroom, and closed the door backwards.

This sentence is similar to "I'm going to die". When the door was about to be completely closed, Hua Xia put her hand against the door: "Stop it, Yan Yue."

The two of them were arguing across the door. Yan Yue refused to back off. He looked dejected, but extremely stubborn. He looked up at her, his eyes as deep as a black hole without a trace of light: "The patient will die without medicine."

He gave the answer almost explicitly, that if she agreed, she would stay with him forever, and if she left, she would not care about his life or death. Yan Yue used self-abuse to force Hua Xia to give the answer.

Damn it, he is definitely a troublemaker.

Even better than Hua Xia.

Hua Xia patted the door: "Let go!"

This time Yan Yue relaxed.

He wanted to say something else, such as asking Hua Xia to think carefully, his leg might not be cured, and he might never be a normal person again, and he also wanted to say that he liked...

Yan Yue had a good night vision. With the dim light from the upside-down phone, he could see the girl's rosy cheeks, which were stained with a light pink color, not makeup. She suddenly bent down and held his face with her icy fingertips. In that instant, Yan Yue's brain short-circuited temporarily, and he was left with only the perception of the approaching warm breath in front of him.

Lost all ability to resist.

Yan Yue paused for two seconds at the warm and soft touch. His dark pupils suddenly turned blood red. His breathing stopped for a second and then suddenly became rapid. He stretched out his arms and put the person on his legs. He suddenly lowered his head. He had no experience in kissing for the first time.

Yet it seemed as if they could learn it on their own, exchanging hot breaths.

The posture was a bit awkward, and Hua Xia had difficulty sitting, with her waist shackled and pressed against the armrest of the wheelchair. She uttered the word "pain" quietly, but was choked and unable to speak the next second.

Yan Yue took a second to think. The wheelchair was big, but not big enough. He should get a bigger one.

The soul that had been homeless for three days suddenly found a home and refused to move even a little bit from then on.

Hua Xia knows it!

"Okay... stop..."

Yan Yue's blood was boiling. After a second of separation, he said fiercely, "If you dare to leave again, I will die!"

Hua Xia: “…”

"who......"

Yan Yue didn't give Hua Xia a chance to answer. Hua Xia wanted to say, "Who cares about you? Hurry up if you want to die! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

After a moment, Yan Yue lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were very long and trembling randomly. His words were disordered and his eyes flickered. Finally, he stared at her like a wolf: "I, you...how do you do this?"

Hua Xia scolded him: "You're crazy!"

Yan Yue admitted: "Yes, I am."

"......"