atypical dependency

What happened next, Xiao Yi was already in a daze. He only knew that he was struggling with consciousness and followed the ambulance to the hospital in a daze. The red and blue lights in his vision were intertwined, distorting his quiet night into an abnormal blur.

When Wei Zhuoyan's hospital bed was pushed into the operating room, Xiao Yi, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, stood in the relatively quiet corridor of the hospital in the early morning, silently leaning against the side wall as if waiting for some judgment.

He vaguely heard the several firefighters who came with him discussing impatiently that their team Wei could have withdrawn early, but they stayed on the third floor for a while because they had been searching for one person to no avail-it happened to be The blast gust hit.

Xiao Yi slowly closed his eyes.

The vivid emotions of annoyance and regret in his heart almost swallowed him, his fingertips trembled slightly, he squatted on the ground bit by bit against the side wall, his face was covered with one hand, and his expression could not be discerned clearly.

Jin Yang, who also had a lot of color on his body, noticed Xiao Yi, who was curled up and haggard, so he couldn't help but staggered over. With a little effort, he reached out and patted Xiao Yi's shoulder, and said slowly: "Don't worry, Team Wei." It's a big fate, and it will be fine." Jin Yang and Wei Zhuoyan went through life and death many times, the resolute man had experienced more worrying and dangerous situations before, but they both persevered through it.

Jin Yang silently prayed for Wei Zhuoyan in his heart.

The operation lasted for several hours, Xiao Yi and several firefighters waited until dawn before Wei Zhuoyan was pushed out of the operating room.

The fire in the library was temporarily brought under control, but Wei Zhuoyan also fell into a coma and lay there for three whole days.

During this period, Xiao Yi tried his best to deal with the company's burning mess efficiently while rushing to the hospital after get off work to stay by Wei Zhuoyan's side.

On the third night after Wei Zhuoyan fell into a coma, Xiao Yi came to the hospital to visit him as usual.

In the past two days, Xiao Yi's mood has declined to the extreme, and he has a calm face in the company. Even Ji Yi, who is most familiar with his temperament, dare not make any mistakes easily.

The ward was as cold as an ice cave. After entering, Xiao Yi closed the window, moved a round stool and sat beside Wei Zhuoyan's bed, his eyes fixed on the slightly pale face of the man on the bed.

The corners of his lips were a little chapped, and Wei Zhuoyan was breathing long and steadily while lying on the bed.

As if immersed in his own world, Xiao Yi just observed for a while, then got up and walked to the entrance of the ward and closed the door.

Naturally, the noisy voices from the corridor quickly faded away, leaving only him and the man who nearly broke his mind in the small space.

Walking slowly and heavily to Wei Zhuoyan's bedside, Xiao Yi took off his coat and sat closer to Wei Zhuoyan.

Under the milky white light in the room, Wei Zhuoyan's whole body was reflected quite softly, and his cleansed face was stained with peace that he didn't have on a daily basis. He looked back and smiled.

With eyes lowered, Xiao Yi waited and watched for a while, and couldn't help but look at the other party's big scarred hand exposed outside the quilt.

There were ripples in his heart, his vision was unprecedentedly dim, he just stared at it for a long time, and finally leaned forward slowly, took Wei Zhuoyan's hand, wrapped it in his palm carefully and caringly.

The man on the bed continued to sleep as if isolated from the world.

Without his usual determination, stability, and composure, Xiao Yi realized that he was just a man captured by fear, a cowardly person who was afraid of losing his beloved.

For him, Wei Zhuoyan was not just a simple matter of spiritual support. Ever since he saw the other party not responding at the scene of the fire and looked like he was dying with half a foot in the coffin, he was clearly aware of one thing—— This man, he didn't want to let go no matter what, fiercely and devoutly, he wanted to protect the other party, share the joys and sorrows with the other party, and bear all the joys, sorrows and joys together.

Xiao Yi knows that he has never been a predator emotionally, never plundered by force, never willing to force others to make things difficult——

But for the person in front of him, he has already comprehended it deeply——

He can't take a step back, let alone let the sea and the sky open.

Selfishly, shamelessly, even greedily—want to confine the other party in his own world.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously tightened the hands holding Wei Zhuoyan.

His gaze was always on the sleeping handsome face, he leaned forward a little bit, hesitated for a moment, but still pressed his moist lips tightly against the cracked rough back of his hand.

As soon as he touched the other person's skin, he felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss him delicately and tenderly, as if he was caring for his most important treasure.

Wei Zhuoyan was still sleeping peacefully.

Closing his eyes and lingering in Wei Zhuoyan's palm for a moment, Xiao Yi got up from the chair, bent forward and slowly approached.

Looking closely at the other party's bandaged forehead with downcast eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little shivering.

The turbulent mood became chaotic again, and he leaned closer to Wei Zhuoyan's forehead with his heart full of distress.

His snort blows Wei Zhuoyan's messy hair from between the bandages, and finally he kisses him, from between the brows and the bridge of the nose, before reaching the lips, Xiao Yi stiffly stops his movements.

Half leaning beside Wei Zhuoyan, he looked at the side of the other's lips with a blurred vision, and leaned forward to kiss the wound on the other's face covered with gauze.

"Zhuo Yan."

The voice was slightly abnormal, and with the pampering and love that he didn't usually see, he finally leaned forward to hug the man's tightly pressed lips.

At first, it was just a light touch, as if to test something, lightly tapped the water surface, but when it really touched, Xiao Yi felt an irresistible urge to continue to explore unscrupulously forward.

So when he tried to touch the corners of Wei Zhuoyan's lips for the second time, the other party's deep and tired voice almost shocked him.

"What are you doing..." Without any strength, Wei Zhuoyan half-raised his eyelids at some point, frowned slightly, looked at Xiao Yi with a rather distracted gaze, and murmured weakly.

His complexion was rigidly placed less than an inch away from Wei Zhuoyan's cheek, Xiao Yi's eyes were unusually bright, full of surprise and shock, he was speechless for a long time.

Trying to identify the other person's posture at the moment, Wei Zhuoyan's consciousness was very vain, and he felt that he couldn't logically analyze what the man in front of him was doing: "...Xiao Yi?...What are you...doing..."

However, before the intermittent words were finished this time, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly caught a flash of unprecedented firmness in the eyes of the man in front of him.

Putting one hand on Wei Zhuoyan's jaw and tightening his jaw, Xiao Yi's eyes felt strangely burning with Wei Zhuoyan's.

For a moment, Wei Zhuoyan, who was lying on the hospital bed, felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

However, the feeling of making him feel bad hadn't fully bloomed yet, and the man in front of him with an abnormal expression suddenly hoarsely said: "Zhuo Yan, I'm sorry——"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhuoyan was surprised to see the other party leaning down forcefully, and sucked the corners of his lips again almost savagely.

The whole body was completely powerless, Xiao Yi's half-opened lips were just driven straight in, and the tip of the other's tongue was domineeringly drilled into the mouth without any scruples. Every movement gave Wei Zhuoyan a sense of shock that his logic was about to collapse.

In the beginning, he was completely inactive because of the shock, but after being kissed forcefully by the other party, Wei Zhuoyan began to do everything possible to avoid Xiao Yi's sudden and disorderly kiss by turning his face sideways.

However, how could the other party let him go.

In the end, Wei Zhuoyan gasped heavily from the kiss and almost fell into a coma again, and Xiao Yi turned his face sideways.

The originally dry lips were red, swollen and moist due to Xiao Yi's ravages. Wei Zhuoyan lay on the bed with a messy nose and looked directly at Xiao Yi with hellish eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, as if he wanted to forcefully utter a word, but he couldn't make a sound after trying hard for a long time.

Xiao Yi panted silently with his face turned sideways.

He knew that Wei Zhuoyan had been staring at him on the bed, and the strong astonishment and questioning in the other's gaze almost burned half of his face.

After all, he no longer had the courage to look back at the other party, so Xiao Yi pulled up the coat from the sideboard and hastily put it on his body, turned around and was about to leave.

However, as soon as he took two steps, Wei Zhuoyan miraculously propped up an arm tremblingly from the bed, and grabbed the hem of his clothes with all his strength.

Stepping still, Xiao Yi slowly closed his eyes with his back to Wei Zhuoyan.

"Xiao... Yi..." He called intermittently, Wei Zhuoyan really wanted to stand up, but he couldn't struggle after trying for a long time.

"Don't get up." Keeping eyes closed, Xiao Yi paused with his back to Wei Zhuoyan, "The injury is not healed yet."

Hearing the sound, Wei Zhuoyan's fingertips gripping Xiao Yiyi's hem tightened even more.

He stared at the other party quietly for a while, and then forced out a word: "You...in the end..."

"Zhuo Yan."

"..." Wei Zhuoyan frowned and listened carefully.

"Recover well." Without turning his head, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and brushed Wei Zhuoyan's hand away, and then strode out of the room with swift strides.

When the door was closed abruptly, Wei Zhuoyan lay on his back on the bed with one arm still half-stretched by the bed, completely unable to digest what had happened.

He just kept the previous posture, recalling Xiao Yi's almost biting kiss, his brain was muddled.

When he just woke up, he encountered such an inability to analyze logic, and he even began to suspect that the previous scene was just a hallucination caused by his brain being severely injured.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that even if he imagined for eight lifetimes, he would not be able to create the illusion of kissing a man.

To be honest, his head was still aching with dull pain from the emergency rescue earlier, and after just waking up with such an unbelievable incident, he gradually felt a little restless.

At the beginning, he felt frustrated that he couldn't get up from the bed right now and rush out of the bed to grab that boy Xiao Yi back to him and ask him for a clear question. Wei Zhuoyan's chest heaved violently, and he smacked his lips and murmured exhaustedly: "... You bastard... why are you running..." With his eyes closed, he subconsciously licked the lips kissed by Xiao Yi, and then realized something, then raised his hand like an electric shock, frowned and carefully rubbed the corner of his lips with his arm, "... You are... what's going on..."