The Bad Man of Another World

When Delevingne saw Lin Lin leave the room madly, he immediately chased him out, and almost stepped on him at the door.

Lin Lin sat slumped on the ground with a thick quilt rolled up, as if he had fallen, leaned his body against the wall, closed his eyes and passed out, with snot and tears still hanging on his face.

Delevingne squatted down beside him, gently wiping his face with his sleeve, feeling extremely depressed.

The last time he felt so uncomfortable was when Yann was abducted by Dels. He thought that he would only feel so sad for Yann in his life, but he didn't expect Lin Lin to let him taste this unbearable pain.

"I'm sorry... for disappointing your love for me." Delevingne leaned in front of Lin Lin's face, kissed him on the lips, then gently hugged him into his arms, and put him back on the bed so that he could sleep well. sleep.

At this time, it was already dawn, but Delevingne, who had not slept all night, did not feel sleepy at all. He stood by the bed and looked at Lin Lin, thinking a lot in his heart, thinking about what would happen to him and Lin Lin in the future, and how he should face to him.

There is no doubt that there is something wrong with him. Since he is with Lin Lin, he shouldn't be thinking about Yaen anymore, but...he just can't forget it.

Just as Lin Lin is obsessed with him, he also has a deep obsession with Yann. The fond memories of growing up together, the pain of being forced to separate, and the sadness of being able to see each other from afar after reunion, these feelings are intertwined in Together, they penetrated into his heart like a tree root and could not be pulled out.

What should he do?How should he forget Yan?How should he fall in love with Lin Lin?Draven kept asking himself, but still couldn't get an answer.

Falling asleep unknowingly in contemplation, probably because of his thoughts, Draven had a depressed dream. In the dream, Lin Lin was running towards him into the endless darkness, while Yann was holding the child Standing not far away watching him.

Yann stood there, but Lin Lin ran further and further away, and his figure gradually turned black and became blurred.

He couldn't be allowed to run any further, or he would melt into the darkness.Thinking of this, Delevingne chased after Lin Lin, but a baby was crying behind him, so he turned around and found that the distance between him and Yann had become farther away.

Yann just stood there, he didn't move, and Lin Lin was still running, if he continued to chase, the distance between him and Yann would be further and further away.

Chase?Still not chasing?Delevingne hesitated, and when he looked at Lin again, he had disappeared, only the blackness, boundless.

Delevingne woke up suddenly, her heart beating a little faster, and the panic in the dream continued into reality.

The sky is bright, the air is not so cold, it looks like it is noon.

The bed was empty, Lin Lin wasn't there, the quilt was still stained with the white turbidity left over from last night, it had dried up, it should be Lin Lin's, his was left in Lin Lin's body.

Thinking of that weird dream, Delevingne turned pale, and immediately rushed out of the room, and then saw Lin Lin in the kitchen, he was lazily leaning on a chair and eating persimmons, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was not very good.

he is.Draven breathed a sigh of relief and gradually calmed down.

Sensing Delevingne's gaze, Lin Lin chewed persimmons and looked over. His dark eyes fell on him, he narrowed his eyes unkindly, and then turned his head away again. It seemed that he didn't want to talk to him very much. Wen then knew that he was still angry with himself.

There was a pot of hot tea and a plate of persimmons on the dining table. Obviously, these were prepared by Lin Lin for himself, and he didn't spend as much time cooking for Delevingne as usual.

Delevingne was a little hungry, but he didn't rush to fill his stomach. Instead, he walked up to Lin Lin and bent down to kiss him.

Lin Lin always asked him for kisses in the morning.

Lin Lin turned his head away, and at the same time hid to the side, frowning and said: "You don't have to force it."

Delevingne frowned and straightened up: "I didn't force it."

The corner of Lin Lin's mouth curled up, and he laughed mockingly, but he didn't delve into it with Delevingne, but changed the subject: "I accidentally drank too much last night, did I say anything strange?"

"……No."

Lin Lin stared at him, not knowing whether to believe it or not, after a while, he said lightly, "Let's have a chat."

"Okay." Delevingne pulled out the chair and sat down opposite Lin Lin. It happened that he also wanted to have a good talk with Lin Lin.

Lin Lin took another persimmon to eat, and looked at Delevingne with dark eyes: "Do you think it's boring for us to do this?"

Delevingne didn't answer, he looked at Lin Lin, and felt that his eyes seemed to be darker.

The dream of Lin Lin running to the darkness resurfaced in Delevingne's mind.

"Ask you something." Lin Lin looked at him displeased.

Delevingne came back to his senses, and then said: "We can live a good life."

Lin Lin chuckled: "Why do you make me want to laugh so much when you say this? Live a good life? As before, you treat me well on the surface but think of Yann in your heart? Are you hypocritical?"

Lin Lin's tone was a bit sharp, with thorns in his words.

Draven frowned slightly displeased: "Don't talk like that."

"What's the matter? Why don't you let people tell you you're hypocritical?" Lin Lin obviously meant to fight Delevingne.

Draven lowered his face: "I don't want to quarrel with you."

"When I like to quarrel with you?" Lin Lin lost his appetite to eat persimmons. He had a terrible headache when he woke up from a hangover. Now that he said a few words to Delevingne, the pain became even worse.

The two were speechless for a while, and then Delevingne sighed and apologized to Lin Lin: "What happened yesterday... I'm sorry."

"I don't forgive." Lin Lin said directly, without giving Draven any face.

Draven felt ashamed, so he didn't care about Lin Lin's nasty tone as if he was looking for faults, but continued to apologize: "It's my fault to hold you but think of Yann, and I won't do it in the future."

Lin Linxin had a ghost in his words. He scratched the hair on his forehead a little irritably, and then looked at Delevingne with piercing eyes: "Can you answer my three questions truthfully?"

Delevingne looked at him and nodded silently.

"Do you hate me?"

Delevingne panicked, and then quickly denied: "No."

"lie."

Delevingne stopped talking, and Lin Lin stared at him sullenly after laughing, and after a while, asked again: "You don't actually have sadism, do you?"

Delevingne was a little embarrassed when asked: "This... I don't know."

"I don't know?" Lin Lin smiled coldly: "You were not in a good mood last night, but when you thought of Yann, you suddenly felt it, and your movements became gentle. To be honest, that was the only time I felt comfortable, but It's because you think of me as Yann! Do you think I'm pathetic?"

Lin Lin got a little excited, Delevingne remained silent, Lin Lin looked at him, clenched his fist a few times, then put it down a few times, finally leaned back on the chair in frustration, sighed and continued: "Then I I understand, you are a fake sadist, torturing me in the name of sadism, but you are gentle with the person you really love, so, you hate me, don't deny it, you just hate Me. This is so fucking funny, I love you and you hate me! You hate me..."

After Lin Lin finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, and leaned against the chair with his head held high, as if he had lost all his strength. Seeing him like this, Delevingne felt distressed for the first time.

"I'm sorry..." Besides these three words, Draven didn't know what else he could say.

Lin Lin ignored Delevingne, he kept covering his eyes with his arms, remained silent and did not respond.

After a long time, Lin Lin spoke again.

"The third question."

Draven listened, inexplicably uneasy.

"Do you want to divorce me?"

Delevingne was stunned, then his heart froze, and he denied it sternly: "No."

"Oh? No?" Lin Lin smiled, mockingly.

"Really not." Delevingne said seriously: "I will be with you, and I won't think about breaking the partnership with you."

"But you still love Yann silently in your heart?"

Delevingne was wronged, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Give me some time, I will... forget my feelings for him."

"Time? Then tell me how long you need first? One year? Two years? Ten years?" Lin Lin lowered his arms, his eyes were already a little red, he looked at Delevingne angrily, and shouted: "You fucking Give me a progress bar! Give me hope! Do you know how miserable I am! Do you know how uncomfortable every time I get fucked by you! Do you know how I feel to seduce you! I think I'm optimistic enough! I've been trying to make you fall in love with me! I've done everything I can! What more do you want from me!"

Lin Linhou was out of breath, while Delevingne looked at him silently, both of them were depressed and uncomfortable.

"All the efforts I have put in on you are not only ineffective, but also make me look like I am humiliating myself." Lin Lin seemed to be tired, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh: "Divorce .”

Delevingne was stunned. When he heard Lin Lin ask him if he thought about divorcing him, he realized that something was wrong. He didn't expect Lin Lin to actually mention it. He couldn't help panicking. When soothing Lin Lin's emotions made him change his mind, Lin Lin, who lowered his head, suddenly laughed.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh! Dreaming!"

Draven was a little confused about the situation, but Lin Lin slowly raised his head, looked at him with red eyes, and laughed wildly.

"Aren't you happy just now? Thinking you can finally get rid of me, right? You idiot, really thought I was going to divorce you? Let me tell you, I've seen through you! You're a fucking hypocrite! Fake gentleman! You pretend to be gentle on the surface, and say deceitful words on your mouth, but in fact, you don’t think so at all in your heart! What never thought of divorcing me, you hate me so much that you take pleasure in torturing me, while fucking me Thinking of Yan, you don't want to divorce me? Do you think I'm stupid? "

Delevingne was silent. He really didn't think about divorcing Lin Lin, but he didn't make any more excuses, because he knew that even if he did, Lin Lin wouldn't believe him.

But fortunately, Lin Lin didn't really intend to divorce him, he was just scaring him, and he was really scared.

Lin Lin still said over there, with a little despair in his complacency: "I love you with all my heart, but you treat me like this, I won't make it easy for you! You want to be with Yann, right? No way Son! Even if I can't get you, I want to bind you with the relationship of marriage! Come on! Hurt each other! Let's see if you break down first or I can't stand it first!"

Delevingne looked at Lin Lin who looked crazy, and saw him screaming at himself like a soldier who was driven into a desperate situation with the determination to die with the enemy, and his heart ached even more.

Lin Lin has given up on himself.

Delevingne grabbed Lin Lin's hand across the table, smiled gently, and softened his voice, trying to calm Lin Lin who was in a manic state: "Okay, no divorce, we will continue to be together."