Han Yuzhi, you say obsession

An Xiuen opened her eyes dimly, and the first thing she saw was the familiar ceiling.

Why did she somehow fall asleep on the bed?

She frowned, trying to get rid of the fog in her mind, and stretched out her hand to rub her dizzy head. Just when she wanted to move, she realized that she had no strength at all, let alone raising her hand, she felt powerless even to move her head .

After belatedly remembering what happened before she fell asleep, anger welled up in her restored clear eyes, she gritted her teeth and put her hands behind her, trying to get up.But it was too weak, she struggled hard for a long time out of breath, and finally collapsed back on the bed helplessly.

An Xiuen patted the bed resentfully, but it only caused a small earthquake. She gave up, pursed her lips and glanced at the photo of her and Quan Zhilong on the bedside. On his shoulders, there was a happy and joyful look, which made her feel very distressed in her eyes, wishing to get up and throw it.

Suddenly the door made a sound of opening and closing, An Xiuen looked over, and Quan Zhilong was holding a tray in his hand, seeing her angrily looking over, he showed a gentle smile indifferently, with the same smile as usual in his voice: "Xiu En, are you awake?"

He came over, put the tray in his hand aside, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lifted An Xiuen up, and put a pillow behind her for her to lean on.

Quan Zhilong stretched out his hand to push the broken hair on her face aside, looked at her pale complexion, the exquisite face was not as lively and beautiful as usual, but instead had a delicate charm, gently wiped the sweat on her head, laughed:

"Exactly, I just made rice with miso soup, but it's okay, I haven't made it for several years, don't laugh at me if it doesn't taste good." He picked up the bowl on the tray and held it in front of her , raised a bright smile, and asked expectantly: "Smell it, isn't it very fragrant?"

The aroma of miso soup came from the nostrils, rich but not greasy, and the color was not the kind of rich and gaudy color that is usually sold outside. It is light, with light-colored rice grains. A lot of effort.

But An Xiuen almost glanced at it with disgust, and she didn't want to look at it anymore. For her who is now weak, the soup in front of her is so delicious and the glass of water that made her like this Also of the same nature.

She looked at him sarcastically: "What do you think I can eat now?"

Seeing her resistance, Quan Zhilong restrained the smile on his lips a little. He looked at her, the black mist in his eyes rippled a little.

"Xiu En, I know you're angry, but don't make fun of your body." He said helplessly, and brushed her pale cheek with a free hand, but An Xiuen dodged it mercilessly. A pain flashed across the ground, and Quan Zhilong coaxed her and said, "Hey, let's eat first, shall we? You have slept most of the night, and your stomach will not be able to bear it if you don't eat."

An Xiuen raised her eyebrows in disbelief, and her gaze casually drifted out of the window, only to find that the window was completely covered by curtains, not to mention the scenery, not even a ray of light could enter.

Was it past midnight?

She lowered her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Why didn't you worry that I would get sick when you gave me the medicine?" An Xiuen looked up at him mockingly, her eyes were sharp and sarcastic, and she laughed unabashedly.

As a woman who was stunned by her trusted boyfriend and couldn't even move, she had enough reason to be mean, right? !She has already shown her strong psychological endurance without being crazy.

"It's only temporary," Quan Zhilong rubbed the top of her hair reassuringly, An Xiuen looked coldly and no longer resisted, but the sweetness of the past was gone in her heart, "Don't worry, you will recover your physical strength soon, don't believe it You try it?"

An Xiuen moved her arm in doubt, and she was indeed much stronger than before.She tried to raise her arm, and in the first movement, she pushed the Wanwan in Quan Zhilong's hand aside, and looked over provocatively: "It seems that you are right."

In fact, she wanted to knock over the bowl directly, but unfortunately she is the one lying on the bed now, no matter how you look at it, it's her own fault, and she doesn't have enough strength to go further.

Quan Zhilong's eyes sank, but he still had a gentle smile on his face, but his tone was a little threatening. Accompanied by his soft voice, there was a sense of danger for no reason.

"Xiu En, don't force me to tie you up." He put his finger on her arm, his eyes were gloomy, and he told An Xiuen clearly that he was not joking.

An Xiuen was startled, and stared angrily at her. Her eyes were cut like water, and for the first time, there was a clear hatred in her eyes: "Quan Zhilong, how dare you!"

Lying on the bed like this like a paralyzed person to be slaughtered is enough shame for her, and now she is going to be tied up like an object... She really even has the urge to cut him.

"Don't overestimate my ability to endure," Quan Zhilong said with raised eyebrows, scooped up a spoonful from the bowl, blew it carefully, put it near her mouth, and said forcefully, "Eat!"

An Xiuen's eyes widened, and she wanted to stand in a stalemate with him, but reason told her that now was not the time to play her temper, not to mention the difference in force between the two, but how to recover her physical strength without replenishing energy, I'm afraid the current situation The extent is already the limit.

Angrily swallowed the first bite, she was not in the mood to appreciate how delicious the full food was, chewed it hard, took a bite, and regarded it as Quan Zhilong.

Seeing her obediently eating, Quan Zhilong smiled with satisfaction, and patiently fed her every mouthful, wiping the juice from An Xiuen's lips from time to time, the gentle affection between his eyebrows seemed to be carefully caring for his life The most precious treasure, the bright and sincere smile is enough to make anyone who sees it addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

It's a pity that the only spectator here is still immersed in full of resentment, even if he smiles gently, in her eyes, he looks hateful.

An Xiuen felt that she had almost eaten, so she turned her head and refused to eat any more.With some strength, he took the tissue in Quan Zhilong's hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes to look at him calmly, and asked, "What time is it?"

Quan Zhilong smiled knowingly, put the bowl back on the tray, and replied: "I know what you really want to ask." He raised his eyebrows, and there was a little pride in his smile, just like a child who won No.1 in an origami competition Kind of happy, pure and public: "Xiu En, the plane you booked just took off 10 minutes ago."

"You did it on purpose." An Xiuen looked at him coldly, and closed her eyes tiredly, unwilling to show any emotion.

"Tell me, Quan Zhilong, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Heh," Quan Zhilong let out a chuckle on his lips, cupped her left hand with both hands, and lightly brushed the tattoo on her wrist with his thumb. The black lines set off the white skin, revealing an extremely hazy look under the light. beauty.

"I saw Xiu En for the first time when I was 14 years old." He said softly, with a little obsession in his nostalgic expression, "Then I thought, it's her."

He lowered his head, pressed his lips on the pattern, ignored An Xiuen's subconscious retraction, and just held it.

"The object that I must lock firmly in my palm for the rest of my life."

An Xiuen felt the warm taste of his lips, and felt a numbness running up her back, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"Are you trying to tell me about your superficial theory of love at first sight?" Realizing that her actions were too embarrassing, she retorted forcefully.

"Superficial? Xiu En." Quan Zhilong shook his head, raised his head, his eyes fell on her face that was still a little rosy, and he stretched out a hand to brush her cheek: "Don't underestimate love at first sight."

"Especially when you don't know how much craziness it can drive."

An Xiuen looked at him with a slightly dazed expression, but the ink color in his eyes became thicker and thicker. The aura exuding from his whole body was different from the usual casual and domineering evildoers on the stage, as if it froze the air up.For some reason, a strange feeling that she had never felt before came to her heart. If she hadn't been leaning on the pillow now, she would have subconsciously stepped back.

She looked away from him uneasily, pursed her lips and remained silent.

"You know that I wake up at six o'clock every day, even if I practiced until one o'clock in the night the day before, just to feel the station as soon as possible to catch the bus you took? You know that I have prepared gifts for you every festival for three years, even if it takes flowers I used up the only living expenses I had but never sent them out? You know that I have visited your school more times than my own school in the past three years just to have a look at you? You know how many ways I have thought of to say hello to you but never Have you practiced it? Do you know how many things I have collected with traces of Ahn Soo-eun that are still cherished as treasures? You know that when you left, I threw all the things related to you into the river and regretted it the next moment in the cold spent a whole day in the river?"

Quan Zhilong spoke word by word in a soft tone. His calm expression seemed particularly strange to An Xiuen's eyes. His deep love for her came from his ears. After being shocked, he felt uneasy in his heart. Instead, it got heavier.

"An Xiuen," Quan Zhilong raised his eyes and looked at her somewhat stiff face tenderly, showing a gentle smile, "I thought this name would be with me all my life."

"It's ridiculous. I'm just a child, so I know what a lifetime is." Quan Zhilong pulled her hand out of his palm and spread it out, occupying only two-thirds of his hand. With charming magic power, he firmly held his soul in his hands.

"But for me at that time, there was such a miraculous feeling," he looked at her with bright eyes, "That is, I, Quan Zhilong, will never be able to let go of An Xiuen in this life."

"You hurt me." An Xiuen pulled her hand vigorously, but she still couldn't pull it out, but it was held even tighter, she said anxiously.

"Pain?" Quan Zhilong sneered, revealing an inexplicable deep meaning. Before An Xiuen could react, she felt a sudden pain in the tip of her index finger. She looked over in amazement, and the knife he took out from nowhere was on her fingertip. With a light slash on his face, bright red blood drops slowly overflowed, echoing with the snow-white complexion, striking the ultimate beauty of vision.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?" An Xiuen blushed with anger. She was afraid of pain and said that her fingers were connected to her heart. Even if he didn't scratch hard, the pain in an instant was enough for her to bear.She raised her head in horror, why didn't she know that he still had violent tendencies?

"Does it hurt?" Quan Zhilong smiled lightly, put her finger in his mouth, and took it out until there was no more bloody smell, looking at An Xiuen's red fingertips, even the delicate nails became pale As if congested.

"Xiu En, do you know how much it hurts me?" He asked, "I hid in the room alone and cut my hands with a knife after knowing that you were going to France after the final exam. I didn't dare to use too much Dali, because as long as I feel pain, it means that I am not in a dream."

"But no matter how careful I am, I still feel pain. No matter how hypnotized I am, it's useless. I told myself over and over again, 'This time it doesn't count, this is just a false feeling used in dreams to confuse people'..."

Quan Zhilong leaned over and leaned close to her ear, with some madness in his black misty eyes, he spoke slowly in a deep and soft voice.

"Enough!" An Xiuen covered her ears unbearably, the scene he said appeared in front of her eyes almost uncontrollably, the immature Quan Zhilong leaned against the corner of the wall, and faintly emerged from the shallow scars on his arms. Bits of blood finally merged into streams, flowed down the skin to the clothes, and penetrated deeply...

"Stop talking!"

"Xiu En, do you know that Quan Zhilong...has hated you." Quan Zhilong said with a triumphant smile.

The author has something to say: Thinking about "She'sgone" silently, Gu Liang felt that she was going to have nightmares at night~

PS: Looking forward to Zhuma's "GOODBOY"!I'm a little excited to hear the sound source tomorrow night~ I've never been so satisfied with jet lag, Yaen!

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