please kill me

Sanity is shaky.

The group of human bodies in the darkness spread out at the end of the stairs, the shadows of the trees swayed outside, and the moonlight shone in and flickered, spreading across the silent environment.

At first he struggled a few times, Liu Chunyang almost thought he could stand up, grabbed the splashed blood and climbed up to pull himself to death, and then saw that the other party was stiff from head to toe, completely motionless.

——I killed someone?

Touching his own face, it was wet with sweat or tears, his hands were cold, and his face trembled with shock.

Liu Chunyang couldn't help recalling every detail just now in his mind.Originally, I just wanted to break free from him. The other party was so strong, and the pressure on me was so heavy. Why was it so easy when I finally pushed him, pushing people into the abyss of death all at once?

Wasn't the damaged handicraft put away, why did it appear there again?

Why did the spike so happen to pierce the opponent's throat?

Why is everything so coincidental?

Liu Chunyang didn't dare to go down to look at him, the cowardly climbing up from the bottom of his feet defeated him at once.

He was just afraid of Yang Jing, and didn't want to sit still and be killed by him. It was not his expectation to have blood on his hands, so why did he usher in such an ending instead?

The air was too quiet, I could only hear my own breathing, and only feel the beating heart in my chest.

No one seems to know what's going on here, everyone is minding their own business, whether it's sleep or something.

At this time, Liu Chunyang hoped that someone would open the door to see what happened here, but he was also afraid at the same time. He was afraid of how someone would react when they saw him kill Yang Jing.

So unbelievably, he took a step forward.

It's not to check on the motionless Yang Jing below, let alone to seek comfort.

He walked towards his room as if nothing had happened just now - just as he expected.

He is a coward, he just wants to shrink himself, and anyone else can solve the rest, but it must not be him.

As Liu Chunyang thought about it, his steps were floating and heavy, as if someone had injected lead and paste into his brain, and when he shook, all his nerves were about to be glued together.

He hugged himself back to his room, closed the door, as if blocking everything behind that door, then he quickened his pace, sprained his foot and fell on the bed.

Pain, feeling pain all over the body.Liu Chunyang shrank himself in the middle of the soft bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see Yang Jing approaching him with a terrifying face, and pressed his pale lips against his own.

It was his first kiss. The other party stuck out his tongue, and the wet touch fell down, licking between his lips that were slightly dry due to nervousness.Like a dexterous snake, spitting out snake letters while brewing fangs, and then releasing his venom.

He was just 18 years old, still longing for love, longing to exchange friendship and soft tongue with his lover, but at this moment he only felt cold and fell into hell.

Liu Chunyang could only keep his eyes open in the dark, trying to see his palm clearly.I am the one who killed with these hands, and I am no longer worthy of love.

sleepless nights.

The next day's twilight came in through the window, and the sky gradually turned blue. Liu Chunyang was still lying there, unable to move.

He was waiting for the screams outside, for someone to knock on his door, asking himself what happened.

Then he confessed to himself and endured the ending that he had to pay.

Now let's shrink back for a while, not to face the consequences of the murder, not to face the relationship between Fu Yuqing and Zhou Qiqian, not to bear the gazes of others looking at him.

He lay on the bed and waited and waited until the sun grew stronger and poured down on his face through the window, hurting his eyes.

Slight walking and even talking can be heard outside the door.

why?

Liu Chunyang lay there, even though he hadn't slept all night, he was still terribly awake.He didn't understand why no one had been sentenced to death until now. This morning seemed like a simple and ordinary morning, as if nothing had happened.

He thought and thought, in a daze, when the cell phone beside the bed vibrated suddenly.He sat up abruptly, took it over and opened it to read, it was just the arrears text message reminded on the second of every month.Only then did he realize that he was still afraid.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this moment the knock on the door rang.Liu Chunyang felt a little wary in his heart, but he knew that he had to suppress it.

"Chunyang, are you awake?"

He heard Fu Yuqing's voice, and the other party called him "Chunyang".

Liu Chunyang suddenly had mixed feelings.

He responded, got up and opened the door, his feet were still a little soft.

The gentle man stood outside the door with a warm smile: "Come to have breakfast."

"okay."

"Why do you have dark circles under your eyes? Didn't sleep well last night?"

"..."

Seeing Fu Yuqing's concerned expression, Liu Chunyang's heart was still warm, but he didn't know why the other party could still talk to him with such a normal expression, without any abnormality.

"Why don't you talk? Are you stupid?" The man rubbed Liu Chunyang's hair, "Go wash your face and brush your teeth. Yang Jing cooked breakfast today. He is a very good cook. You will know after you try it."

Liu Chunyang froze for a moment, let alone answering Fu Yuqing's words, at this moment he almost forgot who he was.

Yang Jing?

Did Yang Jing cook the breakfast?

I don't know if it's more like a joke or a nightmare, but when I heard Yang Jing's name, I couldn't help but flinch, let alone hearing such words.

He was waiting to be sentenced to death, but Fu Yuqing said that today's breakfast was made by Yang Jing. His voice was gentle and deep, which made people feel at ease, but Liu Chunyang felt like a piece of wood floating in the middle of the sea, wobbling and not knowing where to go.

"Yang Jing...Brother Yang Jing...Is he okay?..."

"Why do you care so much about him all of a sudden." Fu Yuqing smiled, "He's fine. He probably slept better last night and his mental state has fully recovered. It's you..."

Liu Chunyang was lightly tapped on the forehead.

He looked up at the person in front of him, feeling dazed.

"But I...I pushed him down the stairs...he..." Liu Chunyang became incoherent, "I killed him...the handicraft from his throat...I killed him..."

"What are you talking about?" Fu Yuqing looked at him, "I said why did you get dark circles on your face today, it turned out to be a nightmare. It's nothing, don't be afraid, Yang Jing is fine."

Liu Chunyang felt as if he had been hit hard by something, and his head was buzzing.

Yang Jing is not dead?Really?

Why didn't he die?

He didn't know if he should be happy, rejoicing, and feel that he had survived the catastrophe.At this moment, he only felt that his mind was blank. He staggered away from Fu Yuqing and ran down. His legs were still a little weak. He supported the handrail and stepped on it, leaving the confused Fu Yuqing behind.

The end of the stairs is clean, neither blood nor handicrafts are here.

The carpet was not laid, Liu Chunyang knew that it was really stained with blood, and it was not difficult to clean it up.

He controlled his faltering emotions and walked towards the restaurant step by step. There was a corner on the other side of the wall, and he heard the sound of knocking his head before he walked.

Several people were chatting, and the atmosphere was good. Liu Chunyang carefully distinguished their voices, trying to search for the timbre that seemed to be covered by frosted glass, but he couldn't find it.

He quickly took two steps forward and rushed in front of everyone, as if he had opened a door leading to an unknown world. The remaining five people sat there, including Yang Jing.

That's not like Yang Jing at all.

He tied up his hair, revealing his fair and slender neck, and was wearing comfortable and neat clothes.The dark circles under the eyes have disappeared, and even the whole person looks very energetic.

He looked at Liu Chunyang, although those eyes were still floating upwards, but due to a complete change in mental outlook, those eyes were no longer as gloomy as they were at the beginning, but only slightly blurred.

Sexy blur.

Liu Chunyang was dumbfounded at this moment, he looked at his hands, the soreness and swelling in his palms seemed to have not disappeared when he exerted force suddenly, they were trembling slightly, revealing Liu Chunyang's panicked heart to the public.

He clearly remembered that when he pushed him down, he hit the broken handicraft, his throat was pierced, blood spattered, and sprinkled on himself.

A flight of stairs, Yang Jing rolling down, that kiss, and the relieved smile of the person less than two meters away from him.

But at this moment, he was sitting here soundly, as if he finally had a good night's sleep, his complexion was good, very ordinary.

Everything that happened last night was obviously still replaying in his mind unstoppably, but the person he killed was safe and sound.

Not even a tiny wound on his handsome neck was exposed.

"Chunyang is having a nightmare."

Liu Chunyang felt a big warm hand on his shoulder, and he dodged subconsciously, only then realized that it was Fu Yuqing.The other party was not annoyed, just smiled.

"He dreamed that he made a fool of Yang Jing, so he came to see it rashly, for fear it would come true." Fu Yuqing turned to look at his dazed face, then stroked his hair again. Dodging, "How? Confirmed? It's just a nightmare, go wash your face and brush your teeth and have breakfast, okay?"

"Chunyang. It's just a dream, don't be afraid~" The woman who shed tears twice seemed to be in good spirits, and fed Zhou Qiqian a cherry tomato.

Zhou Qiqian opened her mouth to take it, and then echoed: "Yes, yes."

The two of them seemed to be very close, as if the small movements and rejections before did not exist.

Only Kong Xinghuai still had a dark face, silently drinking the thick soup in front of him.

Liu Chunyang just stared at Yang Jing, who looked at him with lazy eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, as a greeting.

The author has something to say:

The scary part is all over (it's not really scary...), and there are two or three chapters left.The next pit is tentatively a story about the red and white roses in Scum Gong's mind, who got together after being abused by him separately.But it’s not necessarily true. In short, please collect the author’s column and lock the latest developments of pears, biu~