he became my love

As long as Rong Qiao is by his side, he can sleep very peacefully, but when he is alone, Ming Yuan always appears in front of him.

No matter whether the other party is smiling or hostile, Qin Yiming can always see his indelible resentment towards himself in his eyes. His right wrist, which is almost broken, is covered with blood, and it falls down to the ground along the fingers, giving an uneasy heart. Ripples are increasing.

Such a stable and happy time has never belonged to Qin Yiming, and it will never belong to him.

He obviously wanted to tell the truth every time, but every time he met Shang Rongqiao's eyes, he backed away helplessly.

The more troubled by nightmares, the more envious of "his" life, the more he cannot be redeemed, the more he relies on Rong Qiao's company. Deep down in his heart, something called "jealousy" has appeared.

……

So, ever since Chu County visited and left, Qin Yiming restrained his character and kept a distance from Rongqiao.

Maybe it was because of frequent nightmares, or maybe it was because of the mismatch between soul and body after time travel, Qin Yiming still had a high fever from time to time, and his weight also dropped.

Due to his lack of cooperation and Yuanshen's dislike of going to the hospital, even Rong Qiao had no choice but to let him stay at home and refuse to approach anyone.

The sound of running water filled the entire bathroom. Qin Yiming looked at himself in the half-length mirror from a distance, and it was completely different from the one in his impression.

Qin Shen is nearly 1.8 meters tall, about the same altitude as Ming Yuan, but has a more mature temperament than him. His slender eyebrows are somewhat similar to Rong Qiao. Although he is not as delicate as the younger Qin Yiming, but he is like this Standing beside Rong Qiao alone must be very harmonious.

Sighing, he turned off the shower head, let the water flow along the black hair and fell to the ground, and waited motionless for the heat from his body to dissipate.Qin Yiming unconsciously began to reflect on what he had done a few days after Chu Jun left.

It only took a week to go from being cautious at the beginning to being "respectful, pampered, and proud".After realizing the existence of 'jealousy', he 'confronted' Rong Qiao, refusing to get along with each other except resting at night, and he didn't have any intention of tidying up and cleaning when he was at home, and he stayed at home and didn't go out to participate in any activities...

The behavior similar to that of a child venting his anger is the concrete manifestation of Qin Yiming's refusal to cooperate.

It's just that similar actions have been going on for so long, and Rong Qiao didn't get angry and quarrel with him as expected, even if he was angry, tolerance was the priority, which made Qin Yiming, who had expected Rong Qiao to discover the 'truth' by himself, even more at a loss.

It's not an option to continue spending like this, so... why don't you just do this first...

Anyway, with Qin Yiming's character, he always retreats easily.

Coming out of the bathroom, he brushed his hair casually twice, squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at the living room disturbed by himself after Rong Qiao cleaned it up yesterday, and finally thought of cleaning.

After rubbing the dripping black hair with a large towel and wet towel, Qin Yiming simply tidied up his nightgown twice, stepped on slippers and came to the living room, squatted down next to the coffee table, and began to clean up the messy cups, remote controls and Chu County belt to the remaining fruit and its remaining peel.

It took nearly two hours to clean up the living room, and finally the mess at the beginning was gone. Looking around for a week, it seemed that only the plates placed on the dining table were a bit of an eyesore.

The cleaning position has been shifted, and just cleaning the living room without any activity for too long can make people sleepy.

Stack the dishes and chopsticks together, because neither Qin Yiming nor Qin Shen can cook, so Rong Qiao is used to cooking for those who stay at home, but after a few days, because of the 'cold war' , the backlog of tableware on the dining table alone is a headache.

I took a small part into the kitchen, and took a rag to wipe the table, only to find a document on the table, which was packed in a half-open kraft paper bag.

Pausing the movements in his hands, he subconsciously opened the leather bag, and what company's contract agreement was bound in standard A4 paper, which obviously belonged to Rong Qiao's work scope.

He didn't have much interest in this kind of thing, and he couldn't understand anything except that the text was densely packed with data, so he put the files back the same way and started to wipe the table again.

After moving a few times, he accidentally stepped on the oil stains that splashed on the ground when he was packing the dishes, causing the person who was unsteady and holding the documents to pack to fall to the ground and smashed a plate.

It's a good thing... there is nothing on the plate, otherwise Rongqiao's documents will be dirty.

Sighing lightly, he used the rag in his hand to gather up the plates that had been accidentally sacrificed to pieces, and put the documents in his hand back on the table beside him.

After struggling to stand up, he swept all the debris into the trash can, only to realize that the rag in his hand had a dark red mark for some reason.

Oops!

The familiar bloody smell exploded in his mind in an instant, Qin Yiming was startled, subconsciously looked at his right wrist, the white wrist had been cut by fragments long ago, and blood was oozing from several small wounds.

Probably due to being supported by hands when it fell to the ground, a small fragment got stuck in it.

Slowly squatting down and moving to the side of the trash can, Qin Yiming felt that he had never had symptoms such as blood dizziness, but the beating frequency of his heart obviously increased when he saw the blood flow clearly.

As if he didn't feel the pain at all, Qin Yiming wiped away the blood that spread out with his hands over and over again.

Anyway, after he could tell that the situation happened on his right wrist again, his whole body was already surrounded by that thick shadow.

It seems that the suicide left him with a serious psychological barrier, and the familiar scene left only endless black and dazzling red in front of him.Qin Yiming only felt chills in his body, as if he was on the brink of death again, he could only watch and wait for relief, and could not do anything else.

……

"I came back and went to the company only to find that something was left behind. If I want to eat at night, I will buy it and make it."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the door opened, and Rong Qiao stepped into the house while replying to the message on his mobile phone.Because it was only a short return and was about to leave soon, those in a hurry had no intention of changing their shoes, but walked straight to the dining table, and immediately saw the kraft paper bag they needed.

"Qin Shen? What do you want to eat tonight, tell me now, I'll go buy it after get off work."

Stepping up to leave, Rong Qiao looked at the figure squatting beside the kitchen sliding door, but the other party did not respond for a long time.

The tacit cold war between the two lasted for about a week. Regarding Qin Yiming's silence, Rong Qiao has become a little accustomed to Qin Yiming's silence from the beginning. Tumbling on the bed because of being interrupted by memories.

It's no wonder this kid isn't angry.

It was expected that Qin Shen would lose his temper, but the man who came back in the morning had a high fever, and now... Facing the other party's indifferent attitude, the seasoned Rongqiao was at a loss, so he had to let him lose his temper and wait. Looking for opportunities to reconcile.

Once again there was no response, Rong Qiao was also in a hurry, frowned and planned to leave after confirming the documents... It wasn't until his fingers were a little wet that he noticed the blood-stained dots on the paper bag.

"Qin Shen... what are you doing?"

Lowering his tone of voice and twitching his eyebrows slightly, Rong Qiao put the things in his hands back on the table casually. Feeling a little ominous, he immediately took big strides and slid open the sliding door. Then, he saw Qin Yiming squatting in the garbage in a white bathrobe. I don't know what is shaking and scratching next to the barrel.

"Qin Shen?" asked suspiciously, and approached, the leather shoes stepped on the smudged gray rag, kicked the rag away, and opened his eyes wide after seeing the bright red scratches on the floor.

"Blood?"

How could there be so much blood?

Rong Qiao hurriedly pulled Qin Yiming up, and immediately looked into panicked eyes.

The man's face was very pale, but he smiled innocently at him, his slightly drooping pure black eyes couldn't find their focus, this man didn't know where he lost his soul for a long time.

There were fine scarlet marks scattered on the white bathrobe on the chest. His lover was obviously injured, but...

Rong Qiao held his breath, held Qin Yiming's shoulders tightly and moved his gaze downwards a little bit, only to see that his hands were clasped together, and his right wrist was bloody.

What's more, the left hand hasn't stopped moving yet, and it's making the wound deeper on purpose.

"what are you doing!"

Pulling the self-harming person's hands apart, allowing the warm blood to stain his hands, Rong Qiao felt extremely distressed.

Qin Yiming, on the other hand, seemed to have just recovered from the overlapping nightmares. He looked up at Rong Qiao's face, a little dazed, but cautiously whispered: "The bowl was broken just now, and debris got stuck in his wrist. I... want to get it out."

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