awkward

"I'll make it up to you when you come out."

The voice was still magnetic and deep, but it was tainted with deep guilt.

After saying this, the man seemed timid, he didn't dare to look at Ye Mu again, let him go, turned and left, leaving only a back view.

The door was slammed shut, shutting out the outside light and taking away all hope.

Ye Mu didn't move, kept that posture, staring at the floor in a daze, tears streaming down his face.

Until this moment, he didn't know how sad he was.

How strong a person must be to dare to be so obsessed.

It's ridiculous that for a moment just now, he was a little bit reluctant, and didn't want to escape from that hug.

He doesn't love you, from beginning to end, he never loved you.

The voice in the back of my head, over and over again.

A corner of my chest began to ache.

It was like an inflamed wound that was about to heal, but was torn open again.

The suffocation-like pain makes it difficult to even breathe.

Ye Mu gradually became unsteady, and fell weakly on the floor, curled up into a ball.

He didn't remember whether he cried or not, because in the end there were no more tears in his eyes.

In the endless dark night, everyone fell asleep, but he couldn't sleep no matter how much he slept.

For three whole days he shut himself in his room without eating or drinking.

Slowly, he didn't think about anything, and escaped recklessly, sinking into an extremely sad and decadent state that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Getting tired and tired.

He covered his head, struggling not knowing what to do.

The water glass was overturned and touched a bottle of medicine on the coffee table.

It's not a sleeping pill, but taking too much of it can kill you.

Ye Mu stared blankly at the medicine bottle, his expressionless face was as pale as a ghost.

An hour passed, two hours passed, and three hours passed, and he finally picked it up.

suicide.

Maybe it won't hurt so much after I die, and I don't need to be locked in a dark cell.

Ten years is too hard.

Perhaps this will be relief.

He thought so.

"Ding Dong"

In the quiet night, the piercing doorbell rang suddenly.

Ye Mu leaned on the sofa silently, his bangs slumped over his eyes, and he didn't move for a long time.

1 minutes passed.

The doorbell started ringing again.

Ye Mu's long brows were slightly frowned, his lonely life for many days made him extremely sensitive and disgusted with sounds.

"Ding dong" "Ding dong"

The people outside the door were very persistent and started making noise over and over again.

Ye Mu's forehead began to hurt, he closed his eyes, and finally stood up with his forehead in compromise.

The door was slowly opened, and a handsome and indifferent face came into view.

Ye Mu stood in the room, with messy short black hair, delicate eyebrows, pale and frightening face, with two deep dark circles under his eyes, and his entire chin was blackened by stubble.

Chen Mo frowned and looked at him, his lips were tight with disgust, "Did you just come out of the garbage dump?"

Ye Mu lowered his eyes, moved his lips lightly, and said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

Chen Mo leaned against the door frame to look at him, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes half-closed, "Come and see you."

The same thing was said a few days ago.

Ye Mu smiled inexplicably, but there was bitterness on his lips.

"Wang Wang"

Master Hei got out from a certain corner and hugged Chen Mo's thigh.

Ye Mu tortured himself for many days, even ignoring it, it was starving to death.

Chen Mo squinted at him, "You bastard, haven't you fed it these days?"

Ye Mu was not emotional, his thin lips moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Today, you take it away."

Chen Mo ignored him, and said with a cold face: "What about you, didn't you eat?"

Ye Mu lowered his head slowly, pulled his thin lips, and said, "I'm not hungry."

As soon as the words fell, my stomach still growled.

Chen Mo frowned, put on his slippers and walked in.

Ye Mu glanced at him blankly.

Chen Mo didn't bother to talk to him, and opened the refrigerator by himself.

Ye Mu has always been a person who knows how to live, so there is everything in it.

Tomatoes, noodles, eggs, Chen Mo picked a few of them, rolled up the black long sleeves, and devoted himself to them within a few minutes. The profile looked handsome and profound.

Ye Mu approached slowly, his face darkened, "I don't want to go to the company."

Chen Mo lowered his head and cut the vegetables, his eyes were deep, his thin lips moved slightly, "As you wish."

Ye Mu nodded silently, without speaking.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Chen Mo was busy there, and after the water boiled, he went in.

Ye Mu leaned his head against the door, quietly like a child, and after a while, said softly, "You owe me 5 yuan, you don't have to pay it back."

Chen Mo paused slightly, and frowned at him, "When did I owe you 5 yuan?"

Ye Mu smiled lightly, very clear, "I knew you forgot."

His lips were so dry that a small arc of laughter broke the skin, and a little blood spread.

Chen Mo couldn't see him like this, so he turned around and poured him a glass of warm water.

Ye Mu didn't answer.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo broke it open and poured it down for him.

"cough cough"

Ye Mu was choking, coughing all the time.

Chen Mo patted it for him, only to find that his skin was burning all over his body.

Raising his hand to touch his forehead, he couldn't help frowning, "Eat first, and I'll take you to the hospital after eating."

Ye Mu pushed his hand away, turned his face away, and said weakly, "It's okay."

Chen Mo didn't allow him to refuse, picked up the noodles with a big bowl, and put it on the dining table with a bang.

Ye Mu shook his head, "I can't eat it."

Chen Mo squinted his eyes halfway, and spoke with a sharp threat, "You don't have to eat, I'll stuff them into your nostrils."

Ye Mu really didn't want to eat it, so he made up a reason, "I don't like tomato and egg noodles."

Chen Mo gritted his teeth with a stinky face, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Ye Mu sat there without speaking, just lowered his head.

Chen Mo followed his direction, set his eyes on Master Hei, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to eat dog meat?"

"Woof, woof, woof!" Master Hei seemed to understand, he jumped up and jumped to the balcony in a panic.

Chen Mo smiled, and was about to say something when the person opposite fell to the ground with a "slap".

"Hey, Ye Mu!"