The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

During the days in the mountainous area, Xie Xuan'an had spared no effort to express his concern for Zhao Heng. However, behind this warm concern, Xie Xuan'an actually had an ulterior motive.

Xie Xuan'an suffered from a miserable childhood and was neglected and ignored, which made him eccentric and mentally unstable. Usually, he seemed to be no different from ordinary people in interpersonal communication, but once his own interests were touched, his cold and selfish nature was exposed like a poisonous snake out of its hole.

He used to have a good relationship with his former classmate Zhao Heng. But in order to ensure that Zhao Heng would never pose a threat to him, he was like a carefully planned chess player, planning every move step by step.

One night, when Zhao Heng fell asleep, Xie Xuan would sometimes turn his back to him, his eyes as deep as a deep pool, making it difficult for others to see through the ripples of his thoughts. Sometimes, he would take advantage of Zhao Heng's deep sleep, like a cunning night walker, secretly reading books on psychology in bed, trying to find a way to control Zhao Heng from those obscure texts.

One day, Zhao Heng and Xie Xuan'an went out to work as usual. On the way, the weather suddenly changed for the worse, and violent storms and rainstorms came like wild beasts. They hurriedly ran in the wilderness, looking for a place to hide, and finally, under the guidance of fate, they found a cave.

The two rushed into the cave, only to find themselves soaked by the rain, the biting cold quickly invading their bodies like ice blades.

"What should I do? I feel like I'm freezing." Xie Xuan'an's teeth kept chattering, his body was shaking, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were full of fear and despair. But deep in that fear, a cunning thought flashed quietly: This might be a great opportunity for Zhao Heng to completely let down his guard.

Zhao Heng frowned and said anxiously: "We must take off our wet clothes immediately, otherwise our lives will be in danger."

The two of them quickly took off their wet outer clothes, wearing only underwear, and huddled together by the campfire.

Xie Xuan'an trembled and kept muttering, "It's still so cold, so cold..."

Zhao Heng looked at Xie Xuan'an's painful appearance, his heart was full of struggle. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly embraced Xie Xuan'an in his arms.

Xie Xuan'an deliberately frowned in his sleep, and his body kept shaking. When he felt Zhao Heng's warm embrace, he unconsciously leaned towards the warmer place.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng hugged her even tighter, and their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.

Xie Xu'an couldn't help but feel secretly delighted: "As long as I can push this relationship a step further and make it closer, Zhao Heng will most likely be deeply involved and will no longer pose a threat to me."

Zhao Heng's neck was a little sore from keeping this position for a long time, so he slowly leaned his neck on Xie Xuan'an's shoulder to relieve the pain. But this intimate position made Zhao Heng's heart surge. Breathing in Xie Xuan'an's breath, he always felt an indescribable strangeness, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

The next day, when they were found by villagers, their clothes had been dried. Back in the village, they slept on a big kang with a distance between them.

Since that night in the cave, Zhao Heng felt empty in his arms every night, and he longed to have that warm embrace again. His reason kept telling himself that this idea was irrational, but his inner desire was like a wild horse that was hard to tame. He felt guilty and conflicted, and realized that his feelings for Xie Xuan'an were no longer pure. The strong greed and possessiveness grew like weeds in his heart. He couldn't help but be shocked and warned himself not to fall into this dangerous emotional vortex.

In the following days, Xie Xuan'an continued to take great care of Zhao Heng. Once, in order to help Zhao Heng retrieve important items that fell off the cliff, Xie Xuan'an almost slipped and fell. The injured man said to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, for you, I am not afraid of any danger." Zhao Heng's heart trembled when he heard this. Although he knew that Xie Xuan'an's words might just be a brotherly loyalty, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

Another time, Zhao Heng was sick with a fever and was completely confused. Xie Xuan'an took care of him day and night, changing towels and boiling medicine for him. His eyes were full of worry, and he kept saying, "Zhao Heng, if you don't get better, I really don't know what to do."

One day, Xie Xuan accidentally read in an old book that sending a red string can express deep emotions. He didn't know the special meaning of the red string between lovers, but he thought it would make Zhao Heng trust and rely on him more.

He carefully tied the red string around Zhao Heng's wrist and said, "I wish you peace and safety forever, and everything goes well." However, a barely perceptible glimmer of weirdness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Heng looked at the red string in his hand, and his heart was shocked. He couldn't help thinking: "Aren't red strings usually given to people you like?" But he soon thought that he was overthinking, and Xie Xuan'an might just be simply blessing him.

However, one day, Zhao Heng saw Xie Xuan'an walking very close to the village beauty, talking and laughing. The village beauty smiled sweetly and patted Xie Xuan'an on the shoulder, while Xie Xuan'an smiled with tenderness in his eyes.

When Zhao Heng was not paying attention, Xie Xuan'an turned around quietly and looked at him secretly with deep eyes.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Heng lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The intimate scene of Xie Xuan'an and the village girl that he saw in the morning kept appearing in his mind, and he felt extremely depressed.

He stroked the red string on his wrist, recalling the sincerity of Xie Xuan'an when he gave him the red string, and the warm feeling when they hugged each other tightly in the cave. His greed and possessiveness became stronger and stronger. He knew that something was wrong with his current relationship, but he couldn't seem to control himself.

Zhao Heng looked at Xie Xuan'an who seemed to have fallen asleep beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly: "Xie Xuan'an, are you asleep?"

Xie Xuan'an was not actually asleep. When he heard Zhao Heng's question, he pretended to be woken up. He opened his sleepy eyes, turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Zhao Heng?"

Zhao Heng felt a little guilty about his confused look. He felt that he was really sorry for Xie Xuan'an for having such unusual feelings for his brother.

Zhao Heng asked: "What is your relationship with that village beauty?"

Xie Xuan'an was secretly proud of himself that his plan had succeeded. He moved slowly and calmly towards Zhao Heng.

When Zhao Heng saw Xie Xuan'an approaching, his heart tightened and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Xie Xuanan said innocently: "No, I just want to chat with you."

Although he said sorry, he was slow to go back.

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said, "It's okay." Then he asked again, "What is your relationship with that village girl?"

Xie Xuanan replied: "Just friends, we get along well."

Xie Xuan'an thought in his heart: "From a psychological point of view, as long as a person develops a possessive desire towards oneself, then that person will be jealous of the people around him or her. Once jealous, the possessive person will have deeper feelings for the possessed person."

Zhao Heng was silent for a while, then began to fumble with the red rope in his hand, his thoughts becoming increasingly confused.

One night, everything was quiet except for the occasional clicking sound of a lighter, which seemed particularly abrupt. The flames that kept burning and extinguishing illuminated but could not penetrate the black pupils.

After a few days, the warehouse in the village suddenly caught fire, the fire was fierce, and thick smoke billowed. The raging fire seemed to be a demon from hell, madly devouring the warehouse, the flames raged, making crackling sounds, and the billowing smoke was like a demon with fangs and claws, covering the sky and the sun.

Xie Xuan rushed into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation to save a trapped child.

In the chaos, the villagers waited anxiously outside. Some villagers praised: "Wow, this guy is so brave!" But some villagers were suspicious: "How did he know the child was inside?"

Zhao Heng was in the crowd, his heart in his throat.

Just as Xie Xuan'an was about to run to the door, a burning piece of wood suddenly fell. Zhao Heng was quick to block it.

Although Xie Xuan'an's leg was injured.

But in the end, they managed to escape from the fire.

Zhao Heng looked at Xie Xuan'an. His face was covered in black and gray, his eyes were red and swollen, and his clothes were burned in many places, but he held the child tightly in his arms and did not let go for a moment.

Zhao Heng's suspicion that Xie Xuan'an was the murderer was shaken again. He thought: If Xie Xuan'an really had evil intentions, why would he save people at such a high risk?

During Xie Xuan'an's recovery, Zhao Heng took care of him wholeheartedly. Xie Xuan'an became more and more dependent on Zhao Heng, and often said, "Zhao Heng, if it weren't for you, I don't know how I would have survived." Such words made Zhao Heng's emotions more and more difficult to control.

One night, Xie Xuanan said that he had a nightmare and his legs hurt badly. Although Zhao Heng was somewhat aware that Xie Xuanan was deliberately improving their relationship, at this moment, his heart and eyes were full of Xie Xuanan, and he couldn't help but get close to him, holding him in his arms and comforting him softly.

In this warm embrace, especially in such close contact in the sleeping place, is it really just a behavior between brothers? Zhao Heng was very conflicted, but looking at Xie Xuan'an trembling in his arms, he couldn't help but comfort him softly and leaned on him tightly.

Normally, Zhao Heng would deliberately keep his distance unless Xie Xuan'an took the initiative to ask for it. They slept closer and closer, and Zhao Heng would always quietly look at Xie Xuan'an's defenseless sleeping face in the dead of night, thinking to himself: If Xie Xuan'an really had other intentions, how could he explain his repeated sacrifices to save her?

At this moment, Zhao Heng's heart seemed to be torn in two. One half was attracted by Xie Xuan'an's gentleness and bravery, immersed in the perhaps false beauty; the other half was troubled by those suspicious details, constantly warning him to stay alert. He felt like he was in a world of ice and fire, struggling painfully on the edge of trust and suspicion.