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Li Fan didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

He stared at the bruises on Song Ci's body with tearing eyes, his face was terribly ugly against the light.

The hand holding the hem of the pajamas was tightly clenched, as if to crush the thin piece of fabric into ashes.

Li Fan resisted the urge to shake Song Ci awake, and re-buttoned his pajamas.

He pulled up Song Ci's trousers again to check, and saw the injury on his knee.

The injuries on Song Ci's body must be more than the ones he saw, but he was sleeping soundly, Li Fan couldn't bear to wake him up, so he had to suppress the doubts, anger and heartache in his heart, and lay down again, but he didn't dare to reach out again Touching Song Ci, he even kept a little distance.

Li Fan was very sleepy at first, but now he can't fall asleep no matter what.

He kept thinking, which damn bastard hurt Song Ci like this?What was Ren Sikai doing as her boyfriend when Song Ci was injured?Has the wound been healed?

What puzzled Li Fan the most and was the most unacceptable was why didn't Song Ci tell him?

Could it be that the distance between the two of them is already so far away?

But in retrospect, this seems to be an indisputable fact.

Song Ci hardly talked to him about himself, he knew nothing about Song Ci's contract with the entertainment company.Li Fan didn't know who Song Ci knew, what Song Ci was doing recently, and what happened to Song Ci.

The two of them are drifting away, like two most familiar strangers. Although they embrace each other and sleep every night, there is an invisible gap that separates them on both sides of the bank.

Li Fan's heart throbbed in pain.

This is what he wants, but not what he wants.

He wanted Song Ci to stay away from him and live a clean and normal life, but when Song Ci was really far away from him, he became frightened and panicked again, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, without the meaning of living.

Li Fan was caught in a tangled conflict and didn't know what to do.

On the one hand, he thought, maybe a clean break with Song Ci is the best way out. No matter whether it is life or death, it will be more enjoyable than cutting flesh with a blunt knife; Bully, what if Song Ci needs him?

Li Fan suddenly remembered that rainy afternoon, Song Ci's hysterical and desperate cry: "Whoever it is, please save me! Please save me!"

If he hadn't just come home at that time... Every time Li Fan thinks about it, he just feels chills all over his body.

Li Fan remembered the typhoon that winter. In the emergency room of the hospital, facing the impending impending loss of Song Ci, he cried helplessly, selling himself to save him.

In this dangerous world, no one will love Song Ci with his whole life like him.

However, he is not qualified to have Song Ci.

How ridiculous and how sad.

Li Fan hated this damn fate, hated the person who made him fall into the abyss—Leslie.

If there was no Leslie, he would have confessed to Song Ci long ago, pursued him in the most passionate way, loved him and loved him.

Li Fan hated him so much, he wished he could kill that man.

The thick hatred made Li Fan become more and more gloomy and violent.

Where Song Ci couldn't see, he started smoking and drinking, and became a person that even he hated.

Only by Song Ci's side can he feel the meaning and joy of life.

However, he is losing Song Ci bit by bit.

Without Song Ci, he would become a walking corpse, and it would be meaningless to live or die.

It doesn't matter, as long as Song Ci lives well, he doesn't care.

But without him, can Song Ci really live well?

The problem is back to the origin again.

This is an unsolvable knot.

Li Fan's heart was in a mess, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Ci, seeing that he was in a deep sleep, so he leaned over and pressed a light kiss on his forehead, then turned over and got out of bed, and took out the bag from the pocket of the clothes he just changed. Cigarettes and lighter, open the door and go out.

Li Fan came to the stairwell opposite the elevator, sat on the steps, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff.

The voice-activated lights went out, and the stairwell was dark and stuffy.

Li Fan smoked one cigarette after another, taking insignificant comfort from the poison of nicotine.

After smoking a pack of cigarettes, Li Fan stood up and walked out of the stairwell.

It was already daylight.

Summer nights are short, and at five o'clock in the morning, the sun is already hanging in the eastern sky.

When Li Fan returned home, he went straight to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and took a cold shower to wash away the sticky sweat and the choking smell of tobacco.

After taking a shower, he went back to the room naked, and when he opened the door, he saw Song Ci sitting on the bed.

Both of them were a bit at a loss for such a sudden nude-meet-meet.

Song Ci hurriedly lowered his head, and Li Fan forced himself to come to the closet calmly, and randomly found a set of clothes to put on.

"You won't be back, are you? It's past five o'clock now." Because he just woke up, Song Ci's voice was a little hoarse, which was exceptionally pleasant.

"After working overtime for a while, I went to have supper with my colleagues, so I delayed until now."

"Who did you eat with?"

As soon as this question came out, both of them were a little stunned.

It was absolutely impossible for Song Ci to ask such a question before.

"...You don't even know me after I told you." Li Fan prevaricated casually, and came to the bedside to lie down, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"For some reason, I woke up suddenly." After waking up and not seeing Li Fan, Song Ci suddenly panicked, and he opened the door and walked in in a blink of an eye.

"It's still early to go to work, sleep with me for a while?"

"it is good."

Li Fan lay down first and opened his arms, "Come into my arms."

Song Ci slowly lay down in his arms, smelling the familiar smell on his body, she felt extremely at ease.

Li Xuanxu hugged him to avoid touching his wound.

Li Fan didn't ask anything, because he was waiting for Song Ci to confess to him on his own initiative.

But Song Ci obviously didn't have such a plan, just lying down, he breathed lightly and evenly, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Song Ci?" Li Fan called him softly.

No answer.

There was boundless bitterness in Li Fan's heart.

He hurriedly comforted himself, and when he woke up, Song Ci would definitely tell him.

After staying up all night, Li Fan finally felt sleepy and fell asleep not long after.

But because I had things in my heart, I didn't sleep deeply.

When Song Ci got up from his arms, Li Fan woke up immediately.

But he still closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Song Ci got out of bed, turned to look at Li Fan, and saw that he was still asleep, so he turned around and changed his clothes.

Hearing Xixi Suosuo's voice, Li Fan slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw last night was only partial, and there were still several bruises on Song Ci's back, which looked even more shocking against the porcelain-like skin.

Li Fan didn't have the patience to wait for Song Ci to take the initiative to speak.

"Who did it?"

Just as Song Ci took off his shirt, he was startled by the sudden voice behind him. He hurriedly grabbed a T-shirt and put it on. He looked back at Li Fan who woke up at some point, and asked with a fluke, "You say what?"

Li Fan sat up, stared at him for a while, and said, "Come here."

Song Ci said badly to himself, and walked up to Li Fan.

Li Fan turned and knelt by the bed, his body straightened, his eyes level with Song Ci's, and then he reached out and grabbed the hem of Song Ci's t-shirt.

Song Ci immediately understood his intention, and hurriedly held his hand, "Li Fan..."

Li Fan looked up into Song Ci's eyes and remained silent.

Song Ci knew how stubborn he was, so after a moment of stalemate, he let go.

Li Fan grabbed the hem of the clothes with both hands and lifted them up, and took off the T-shirt he just put on.

Song Ci just stood naked in front of his sweetheart with his upper body naked, and he couldn't block it, and it wouldn't matter if he didn't block it, he was extremely embarrassed.

Li Fan was silent, his eyes wandering over him.

If there is substance in the gaze, wherever it passes, it seems to be gently scratched by a soft feather, causing a slight trembling.

"Li Fan." Song Ci shouted again.

"Turn around." Li Fan said in a slightly commanding tone.

Song Ci had no choice but to turn around obediently.

With his back to Li Fan, Song Ci felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my shoulder.

It was Li Fan's hand.

Song Ci felt that he might have trembled a bit.

"Does it hurt?" Li Fan asked.

Song Ci forced himself to calm down, not to be distracted, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Ci's hand moved down, and the thin calluses on the fingertips scratched the smooth and tender skin. It was obviously very light and soft, but there was a strong feeling like an electric shock.

It was not only Song Ci who felt this way, but also Li Wei.

The sliding hand rests on the side waist.

"What about here? Does it still hurt?" Li Fan's voice was a little hoarse.

"..." Song Ci made a swallowing motion, "It doesn't hurt."

Li Fan's next actions made Song Ci completely at a loss.

He held the edge of the pajama pants and gently pulled them down.

Although Song Ci was flustered, he did not stop him.

He knew that Li Fan wanted to examine the scars on his body, but there was a faintly charming expectation in his heart, mixed with tension and embarrassment, and he could hardly feel its existence.

After getting past his knees, Li Fan let go, and the pajama pants slid down to his ankles.

Looking past the upright buttocks wrapped in underwear, he glanced at the straight and slender legs. Seeing that there were no injuries, he said, "Turn back."

Song Ci looked down at his slightly swollen legs and said, "No."

Originally thought that Li Fan would let him go, but Li Fan suddenly grabbed his waist and turned him around abruptly.

But Li Fan avoided the wound and didn't hurt him.

Song Ci didn't dare to face Li Fan, and almost wanted to close his eyes, but it seemed too strange to do so, so he raised his eyes and stared at the gray wall.

Although they have lived together for more than a year, Song Ci has never exposed his body in front of Li Fan like this, and he always changed his clothes when Li Fan was not around or simply went to the bathroom to change.

It stands to reason that they are all half-grown guys, so they shouldn't be so coy and evasive, but Song Ci just can't do it.

In contrast, Li Fan is very relaxed, and Song Ci can often appreciate his naked body.

Even so, Song Ci's embarrassment at the moment could not be reduced by half.

His fists were involuntarily clenched by his sides, and he even trembled slightly.

Li Fan put his hand on the wound on his left knee and asked for the third time, "Does it hurt?"

Song Ci finally changed his words: "It hurts."

Li Fan seemed to have got a satisfactory answer. He changed from kneeling to kneeling, raised his head, stared at Song Ci's slightly red face, and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Song Ci said, "I don't want you to worry."

Very reasonable reasons.

The anger in Li Fan's heart did not subside even a bit.

That's right, he was angry with Song Ci.

He punished him in this way.

But in the end, Li Fan found that he was the one being punished.

Both psychological and physical punishment.

Song Ci looked down at him and said, "Can I put on my clothes and talk to you again?"

Li Fan was silent for two seconds, bent over to help Song Ci lift up his pants, and then helped him put on his T-shirt.

If Song Ci stood naked in front of him for more than a minute, Li Fan couldn't guarantee whether he would go crazy.

Fortunately, the pajama pants were loose enough to cover up the strong physiological reaction, so that the atmosphere between the two did not become awkward.

"Who did it?" Li Fan asked.

Song Ci sat beside him, suppressed all emotions, and lied without changing his face: "I didn't look at the road when I got off the bus, and was hit by an electric car that drove past."

Li Fan never doubted what Song Ci said, and this time was no exception.

He wanted to scold him for not having long eyes, he wanted to scold him for being stupid, but the words changed when he spoke: "Have you been to the hospital?"

"I've seen it." Song Ci said, "The doctor said it was a skin trauma, not serious, and it will heal soon after applying the medicine on time."

Li Fan asked again, "Where's the medicine?"

"In the drawer."

"Here, I'll wipe it for you."

"Wipe after taking a shower at night." Song Ci looked at his watch and said, "I'm going to be late for work."

Li Fan was silent for a moment, then said, "Be careful next time."

Song Ci said obediently: "Okay."

"If something goes wrong, you must contact me as soon as possible."

"Understood." Song Ci paused, and added: "I'm sorry."

Li Fan raised his hand to rub his messy hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Go and wash."

Song Ci stood up and went to the bathroom.

Li Fan fell on his back on the bed, put his hands into his pajama pants and snorted twice, and two suppressed moans escaped from his throat.

It was hard there, painfully hard.

Song Ci's naked appearance lingered in his mind, which aroused an unprecedented surge of lust, which was so turbulent that Li Fan was afraid.

In the beginning, Li Fan was really just for the injury test, and had the idea of ​​punishing Song Ci halfway through, but in the end he was completely bewitched by lust.

He yearns for Song Ci so much, to the point of madness, and he suppresses this desire every day.

Li Fan was afraid that one day he would be unable to restrain himself and do things that would hurt Song Ci.

Perhaps, he should vent his desire for Song Ci to others, so that he will not explode.

Two days ago, a colleague just secretly expressed his affection for him. Li Fan had a good impression of him, maybe he can give it a try.

What is that boy's name?

It seems to be called Zhao Wenji.

Li Fan decided to ask him out for dinner after get off work today.

Because of being delayed by Li Fan for a while, Song Ci's original plan to make breakfast had to be cancelled. After washing hastily, he changed his clothes in front of Li Fan, picked up his bag and went out.

Fortunately, the traffic jam was not serious today. When Song Ci got off the bus, there were still 15 minutes before class time.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, the mobile phone he had been holding in his hand rang.

Because the crowded bus in the morning and evening rush hours is the best place for thieves to steal money and mobile phones, Song Ci never puts his mobile phone in his pocket when riding in the bus, and always holds it in his hand.

It was Li Fan calling.

Song Ci pressed the button to answer: "Hello?"

"Have you arrived at the company yet?"

"Just got off the bus." Song Ci said as he walked towards the company: "There are still 15 minutes until class, so I won't be late."

Li Fan doesn't care if he will be late, but only cares about his safety.

Life is both extremely tenacious and extremely fragile, life is impermanent, and every parting may become a farewell forever.

Especially after Song Ci was injured for no reason, Li Fan's nerves suddenly tensed up.

He decided to be a long-winded man, calling Song Ci sooner or later to make sure he was safe and sound.

"You must have not eaten breakfast?" Li Fan said.

"There is a convenience store downstairs. I'll just go and buy a sandwich."

"Buy another bag of yogurt."

"Okay." Song Ci smiled and said, "You..."

The voice of speaking stopped abruptly.

Li Fan suddenly sat up from the bed, held the phone in front of his eyes, and saw that it was still on the phone.

"Song Ci?!" Li Fan's heart almost rose to his throat, and he roared at the phone: "Speak! Song Ci!"

Immediately afterwards, a short blind tone came from the receiver, and the call was cut off.

Li Fan's head exploded with a bang.

He jumped out of bed, didn't bother to change clothes and shoes, picked up the wallet on the table and rushed out the door.