Withdrawal reaction [ABO]

Wei Xinran stood at the door of the examination room with his arms folded. His hair was disheveled and there were five fingerprints on his face.

All the people who came and went snickered, and there were a few who laughed at him openly.

With a cold face and mouth curled up, Wei Xinran gave them all a blank stare.

Just a few hours ago, Wei Xinran tried to get Song Yanning to cooperate with him in the inspection, but Song Yanning refused to do it, and even fled to the corridor.

"You're sick!" Song Yanning covered her clothes, her ears turned red, "Get married after seeing each other?! Pervert!"

It was the first time for Song Yanning to be proposed. She was ashamed and annoyed, and finally felt that her attitude was not firm enough, so she added: "I won't marry you even if I marry a dog!"

Wei Xinran gritted his teeth: "Who beg you! I'll say this again, I'm a dog!"

Then two self-proclaimed smart people quarreled without any technical content.

"My mother." An old professor who was watching the scene sighed and said, "My grandchildren in kindergarten fight better than this."

Everyone else looked around from their respective offices to watch the excitement, Wei Xinran said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

Song Yanning was grabbed by Wei Xinran's arm and shook violently, sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

Wei Xinran saw his distorted expression at a glance, let go of his hand, and grabbed his wrist.

Wei looked down in dismay, and saw that the shirt on Song Yanning's arm was bleeding faintly.

Song Yanning struggled desperately to get away, hid her hands behind her back, and changed the subject: "As for! I don't want you to check!"

Wei Xinran was impatient for a moment, and said indiscriminately, "Don't you just take off your pants?!"

Song Yanning: "..."

Surrounding audience: "..."

"Wei, Xin, Ran!" Song Yanning gritted her teeth and smiled, "Listen, are you speaking human language?!"

Only then did Wei Xinran realize that he seemed to have said something wrong.

Then Wei Xinran received a resounding slap.

Wei Xinran waited outside the examination room, and the people who came and went were all serious and varied, and laughed at him with the words "it's just taking off your pants".

After all, Wei Xinran, the youngest professor at Qinzhou University, is usually cold and strange, and there is nothing funny about it.

It's a rare opportunity not to be missed.

Within a few hours, Wei Xinran lost face to all the professors in the university, and possibly even the principal.

Wei Xinran covered her face with a headache.

"Boss?" Jiang Yu came out of the examination room, locked the door with a rare serious face, and then pulled Wei Xinran into the next room.

"How long has Cheng Lan been dead?" Jiang Yu asked in a low voice.

Wei Xinran frowned: "It's been almost a month, what happened to Song Yanning?"

Jiang Yu took off his mask, made himself a cup of coffee, took a sip with his head down, and frowned.

Wei Xin was impatient, so he ignored him and opened the door to go out.

"Boss, take him for a psychological evaluation." Jiang Yu lowered his head and stirred his coffee, and said indifferently without raising his head, "His problems may have been going on for many years..."

"If this continues, the child will be broken."

Wei Xinran immediately slammed the door and rushed into Song Yanning's examination room.

Song Yanning was still sitting on the hospital bed, dangling her legs and playing with a Rubik's cube with her head down.

"Oh pervert, you came in!" Song Yanning smiled brightly at him, "Is there any problem with me?"

Not right.

Wei Ran stared at Song Yanning deeply, and narrowed his eyes.

When we met before, he gave Song Yanning a hug, and Song Yanning slapped back with a grudge.Why do we meet now, no matter how outrageous things he has done, others will say something is wrong, why doesn't Song Yanning care?

Even laughing so hard forever?

Wei Xinran tentatively asked, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Song Yanning looked up at him, blinked and smiled cunningly.

"Forgive you." Song Yanning bit her lip and smiled at him.

There is a bit of cunning and incomprehensible smile in the eyebrows and eyes.

Wei Xinran had a thought, and said bluntly: "You are learning from Cheng Lan."

The smile on Song Yanning's face stiffened and then disappeared.

"It's normal." Song Yanning lowered her head evasively, spinning the Rubik's Cube in her hand boredly, "The teacher taught me everything, now that he's dead, I miss him in my own way, is there something wrong?"

Wei Xinran opened his mouth, and finally said shyly: "...you don't know Cheng Lan, you are different from him."

Song Yanning looked up at him again, her dark eyes were bottomless, with natural moisture and tenderness.

Song Yanning put the Rubik's Cube aside, knelt down on the bed, then slowly straightened up, raised his arms around Wei Xinran's neck.

He looked up into Wei Xinran's eyes and smiled foolishly.

"I'm different from the teacher?" Song Yanning tilted her head and blinked her eyes, "You speak as if you know me very well, doctor~"

The coquettish laziness and childish voice are carried in the ending sound.

Wei Xinran had never seen Song Yanning like this before.

Wei Xinran felt hot all over.

Wei Xinran raised his hand to caress his waist.

Song Yanning shuddered.

Wei Xin lowered his head, looking straight into his eyes without avoiding.

"Song Yanning." Wei Xinran's voice was a little hoarse, "You know what will happen if Omega treats Alpha like this?"

Song Yanning grabbed Wei Xinran's tie, forcefully brought Wei Xinran down on the bed, then turned over and sat on Wei Xinran's shoulder.

"I know you can't be a doctor, or you will be fired." Song Yanning smiled and patted Wei Xinran's shoulder with the back of his hand.

"You don't know me, doctor." Song Yanning showed a fake smile.

"I understand you." Wei Xinran grabbed Song Yanning's arm with one hand, and grabbed Song Yanning's waist with the other, clasping Song Yanning to himself.

Song Yanning was caught off guard and panicked.

"What are you doing! Let go!" Song Yanning was dragged to the chest by him, tried to get up and was dragged back.

Wei Xinran rolled up his sleeves, revealing Song Yanning's scratched arms.

Song Yanning immediately fell silent.

"Draw it yourself?" Wei Xinran asked softly.

Song Yanning's arms were covered with new and old scratches, ugly and ferocious, like disgusting reptiles.

There were a few new scratches that were slowly oozing blood.

When Wei Xinran gave him a bath, he was already frightened by his scar once.

Omegas that are suitable for childbearing are rare. Even in the dirty black market, they are treated well. What's more, Omega has always been weak and sensitive to pain. It is rare for someone to treat Omega so harshly.

Song Yanning is the worst Omega Wei Xinran has ever seen.

Song Yanning lowered his head and said nothing, Wei Xinran sighed and reached out to turn off the light.

The darkness fell suddenly, and Song Yanning screamed.

He is afraid of the dark.

The darkness of the dungeon seemed to be carved into his bones.

After all, Wei Xinran was born as a killer, and his night vision ability is very good, so he took Song Yanning into his arms again in a leisurely manner, and lightly pressed his head on his shoulder.

"Before Cheng Lan leaves, let me take care of you. You can trust me."

Song Yanjing quietly huddled in his arms without speaking.

"You are different from Cheng Lan." Wei Xinran sighed, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in the darkness, "...he is much more ruthless than you know."

Wei Xinran still wanted to say something, but a strange emotion wrapped around his throat into an indistinct ball, making him unable to make a sound.

He wanted to say...you are gentler than Cheng Lan, you only know how to hurt yourself.

But Wei Xinran didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes.

Song Yanning still didn't speak, but flinched and grabbed Wei Xinran's white coat.

Like a deer drinking water carefully.

Wei Xinran was not very good at comforting people. He bit his lower lip and said softly: "I know you are sad, you can cry, doctors will not disclose patient information."

Song Yanning sobbed softly: "The teacher said you are trustworthy, Wei Xinran, can I trust you?"

Wei Xinran cleared his throat: "Yes, I'm serious about what I said."

Wei Xinran sighed melancholy in his heart: the way he seduced people just now is so cute...I really want to sleep with him, it's so hard to be a human being.

Song Yanning buried her face in his shoulder and wept quietly.

Wei Xinran felt a burst of moisture on his shoulders.

"...They don't let me cry." Song Yanning choked up with grievances, "They didn't let me see the teacher off... I can't cry... I can't be sad... I can't be sad... I can't be sick all the time..."

Otherwise will be punished?

Wei Xinran tried her best to suppress the restless killing intent in her heart, and asked softly, "The scar...are they doing it?"

Song Yanning nodded, then shook his head again.

"Later... the later ones... I drew them myself." Song Yanning grabbed Wei Xinran's clothes tightly.

"...it's so hard...I don't know how to make them happy...I don't know how to be liked...I can't stand it...it's so hard..."

Wei Xinran embraced Song Yanning and said softly, "I know."

He looked at his arm and slowly closed his eyes.

"If this continues, the child will be broken."

Only then did Wei Xinran understand what Jiang Yu meant.

They are all sick.

Both Song Yanning and him are addicted to self-abuse.

In the same way, they have been disliked and disgusted over and over again since they were young, and they were punished and hurt again and again.

Hurting themselves has long been like drugs, it has become their mindset and their conditioned reflex.

If you can't, you should be hurt yourself.

They themselves, and those who hurt themselves, help the evildoers.

After Song Yanzhi cut his arm open with a knife for the first time, Song Yanning couldn't put down the knife again; after being scarred by Wei Bu with a knife for the first time, Wei Xinran couldn't escape from it all.

Getting hurt, hurting yourself, that's a vicious cycle of cannibalism.

It's not that they didn't try to save themselves, but the emptiness after stopping made them insanely painful, and they didn't know how to cry and be sad for a long time.

Only pain accompanies growth.

They are not immune to withdrawal reactions.

Do not cry.

Don't be sad.

Don't show sadness.

Just laugh.

Day after day, year after year.

As long as you hurt yourself late at night when no one is around, you can smile brightly the next day.

As long as you let yourself decay and wither, you can avoid the pain of withdrawal reaction.

They know it all.

He understands him.

He knew his pain, his suffering, his illness, his self-abandonment.

How strange.

Obviously, two dying candles meet.

But want to shine more.