How to say goodbye to patrons

When Chu Yan came to his senses, he had already contracted the chain on his ankle little by little in his hands, and the thin chain was entangled silently between his two fingers until it reached a suitable length.

He looked down at the top of Xiang Youlin's dark head, he couldn't see Xiang Youlin's expression, but if he thought about it, he could know that he was probably happy.

Thinking about this, the chain between Chu Yan's fingers became tense instantly.

When the chain was put on Xiang Youlin's slender neck, time seemed to pause for a moment. It turned out that Xiang Youlin could choose countless ways to struggle to get away by burying his head on him, not to mention that Chu Yan was originally The panic in my heart can't be called tightening his neck.

He only needs to hold Chu Yan's hands with his hands that are pressing on Chu Yan's body, and he can take off all the strength in Chu Yan's hands.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he wrapped his hands around Chu Yan in his arms and hugged him even tighter.

He just froze for a moment, and there was a moment of disbelief in his eyes, then he closed his eyes gently again.

He intentionally kept quiet to make Chu Yan feel less guilty.

He was even afraid that Chu Yan would be frightened by his own death, so he lowered his head after raising his head for a moment except for the unbelievable moment.

But it happened at that moment that Chu Yan saw that Xiang Youlin was not much better than himself these days.

When I raised my eyes at that moment, apart from the unbelievable feeling at the beginning, what remained was the meaning of relief.

He even looked forward to the arrival of such a time.

Chu Yan's hands that were gradually clenched stopped, and he didn't understand why he let go of his strength, but he just felt that Xiang Youlin was too pathetic.

The shackles on the neck were loosened, and a trace of air suddenly entered the lungs that could no longer breathe, making Xiang Youlin panting wildly involuntarily.

Even coughed up.

After a while, the coughing sound gradually stopped. Xiang Youlin's voice was light and floating, as if he was talking to himself, "Why do you want to let go." His voice was desolate and lonely, like a person living alone without any hope. Old man: "This is already the best result, isn't it?"

"It can die by your hands."

He chuckled twice, his voice was dark and bitter: "You think your hands are dirty?"

"It shouldn't be like this." Chu Yan muttered to himself: "I never thought that this matter would become like this."

"I haven't thought about it either." Xiang Youlin's gaze has always been on the bedside table. It was already late at this time, and the moonlight rose to shine with silver light, casting silver light on the brown wood-colored bedside table. This kind of light is vividly displayed on the handle of the drawer.

He watched quietly, and gradually there was warmth in his eyes. There was a small box in the drawer, which contained the ring he gave Chu Yan.

At that time, he was so ambitious that he believed that the person in front of him was his own. How could he think that he would use more shameless means than He Minting to lock the person in front of him by his side.

Not even willing to let go.

"Chu Yan, I really don't know what to do." His eyes slowly moved up, looking at Chu Yan's face that almost made him lose his mind.

"What should I do, can you tell me." His voice was weak and fragile, as if it would shatter if touched lightly.

It was only then that Chu Yan realized that Xiang Youlin was even more vulnerable than himself in not knowing what to do behind those seemingly threatening and tough moves.

Chu Yan let go of his hand completely at this time, the chain just now left a deep mark on Xiang Youlin's neck, just as he expected, it was printed on the top of the mark of the bell, and it stretched a lot. It almost formed a circle around the imprint.

The red marks were bruised and purple, making it hard to imagine that Xiang Youlin didn't even struggle after being treated like this.

After a long time, Chu Yan said slowly, "Let's go."

Xiang Youlin didn't move, he didn't even get up from Chu Yan's body: "Chu Yan." His voice was intoxicating and very pleasant: "This is the last chance. If I do it again, I don't know how I am. Will you resist?" His voice was actually encouraging: "You kill me, so that we can all be free."

"You go." Chu Yan said repeatedly.

He knew that Xiang Youlin would not leave for long, and he also knew that after Xiang Youlin left, he would still suffer from the erosion of those memory fragments, but even so, he had no reason to face Xiang Youlin again at this time.

It seems that the current Xiang Youlin is more terrifying than the memory fragments that he regards as a scourge, and he dare not face it.

Xiang Youlin finally left. In the early hours of the morning, from dressing, to packing, to finally closing the door, he walked quietly.

The strange thing is that if he didn't make any noise when he was indoors, Chu Yan could still feel his presence.

Now that he left like this, it took almost an instant, and all the messy memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and he wanted to tell them not to come out, but it didn't help at all.

He still had the chain around his hand, and before he knew it, the chain was deeply embedded in his flesh, which seemed to be a bit heavier than Xiang Youlin's.

When he finally felt the pain, the dripping blood had already stained his hands, and he was so scared that he relaxed completely.

He didn't want to hurt himself.

It's just that there is no pain for a while.

The blood-stained chain fell lightly onto the carpet at the bottom of the feet, and mixed with the second wave of food that hadn't had time to clean up, it was very disgusting.

This can no longer be the case.

Chu Yan tried his best to restrain himself, he took two random steps, and the silver light of the moonlight sprinkled on his body, Chu Yan suddenly realized that it was already night and it was time to sleep.

He went back and lay down on the bed, grabbed the quilt with bleeding hands and covered himself.

The freshly changed white quilt cover escaped the soup for the second time, but not the blood this time. The dark red blood rubbed on it casually, soaking it all up. If it wasn't for the person on the bed still breathing, then It's a real murder scene.

Chu Yan put the quilt on without paying attention, and adjusted his posture to the one that is easiest to fall asleep, but he still tossed and turned, let alone falling asleep, even if he closed his eyes for more than five seconds, he would always feel uncomfortable because of this or that. Open your eyes.

It seemed that even breathing was wrong.

He has insomnia.Chu Yan thought so stubbornly that he never dared to think about his mental problems.

I'm afraid that after I even admit it like this, those things in my mind will become even more rampant.

At that time, I really became a lunatic who didn't know right from wrong and didn't know relatives and friends.

Insomnia, should I find something easy to fall asleep?

He rolled over and got out of bed, wanting to find some drinks to drink, remembering that the first night's sleep here was broken because of drinking.

The wine cabinet is on the bar next to the living room, and the thermostatic wine controller can perfectly keep the various types of wine at the most suitable temperature for them.There should be a few more bottles left.

Thinking so, Chu Yan walked over, but saw that the glass of the wine cabinet was wide open, and a trace of cold air came from the wine controller, and it was empty, with nothing in it.

It was only then that Chu Yan remembered that due to sleep problems these days, he seemed to have finished drinking the wine in the bar.

In addition to the bar in the house, there is also a wine cellar in the basement, which is filled with his favorite and Xiang Youlin's favorite drinks.With so many bottles properly stored away, if Chu Yan wanted to go down and drink, he would probably be able to drink less than half of it without looking at it for more than ten years.

However, when Chu Yan walked in the direction of the basement, he couldn't take a step closer because of the damn thing on his ankle.

He yanked it a few more times, and he didn't stop until a little blood flowed out from the wound on his hands where he had managed to stop the bleeding.He even wanted to call Xiang Youlin to come back.

But there is nothing in this room that can communicate.

Chu Yan scratched his head irritably, and the drowsiness that was finally born in the area was instantly driven away by those annoying things, leaving nothing for you, and he didn't even have the intention to take a breath.

Chu Yancao was pacing in the living room, and suddenly remembered that there was a spare medicine box at home.Relying on the memory that came out of nowhere, he found the medicine box, and opened it as if saving his life.

I searched all over and couldn't find any sleeping pills.

There are several versions of amoxicillin.Chu Yan opened the box of amoxicillin, and it was also a dead horse as a living horse doctor, thinking that when he drank cold medicine on weekdays, he always drowsy, presumably this should also have some drowsiness function.

I just took out a plate, swallowed it one by one with ice water, and went back to brewing sleep.

Unexpectedly, there was no improvement. There were some effects, but it didn't make him feel better. His head was dizzy, but his mind was still filled with those messy memory fragments.

Now I feel very sleepy, but I can't fall asleep no matter what.Chu Yan was really sleepy after being tortured, so he went to the living room in a daze and pulled out a box of amoxicillin, poured it into his hand and ate it several times.

The gradual drowsiness finally overwhelmed the pile of random thoughts in his mind, and the gradual drowsiness also became overwhelming. Chu Yan lay on the bed and then reluctantly closed his eyes.