The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Shen Heqiu went to the toilet and vomited out what they had just eaten.

His stomach was twisted into a ball, burning like pain.

Shen Heqiu turned on the faucet, poured a handful of water on his face to stay awake, and propped himself on the sink for a long time, so hard that his knuckles almost pierced his skin.

He raised his head to look in the mirror, his face was frighteningly white, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, his hair was soaked in water, and water was dripping down.

The words Shen Han said reminded him of too many bad things, and made his body react seriously, and he couldn't overcome it with willpower.

The side effects of the medicine that had finally and steadily disappeared seemed to come back to him all of a sudden, making his brain go blank, his stomach convulsed and nauseated.

He didn't want this, but was compelled to recall those things over and over again.

At the Shen family, and before coming to the Shen family...those things.

His memory is almost filled with the woman's hysterical scream, and the man's furious abuse, and then there is the pain and the too quiet darkness.

Shen Heqiu wiped his face and wiped his dripping hair, trying hard to make himself look the same as before before returning to the dining table.

Yi Cheng watched Shen and Qiu sit down, frowning.

"Uncomfortable?" Yi Sheng asked in a low voice.

Shen Heqiu's complexion was really bad. His lips were originally pale, but now they were so pale that they lost all color. The restaurant's lights looked like a glazed ceramic doll, pale and brittle.

He shook his head, feeling a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and he was in such a poor state that he didn't even have the energy to speak.

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to say anything, Yi Sheng didn't force him, he just said, "Are you full? We'll go back when we're full."

Shen Heqiu didn't have any appetite to eat at all, so he nodded drowsily and followed Yi Sheng to stand up.

Seeing this, Lin Chengjun quickly said, "I'm full too." Then the two walked out.

The weather was bad at night, the temperature was low, and the cold wind poured into people's sleeves shadyly.

Shen Heqiu's head was already dizzy, but when the cold wind blew, his headache started to throb.

Yi Cheng saw that Shen Heqiu was walking unsteadily, and was afraid that he would fall, so he reached out to support his arm.

Shen Heqiu was suddenly touched by someone, and his whole body trembled violently, a buzzing sound exploded in his head, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he shook off Yi Sheng's hand reflexively.

Yi Sheng was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "He Qiu? What's wrong?"

Shen Heqiu gritted his teeth, pinched his hand secretly, and tried his best to restrain his overreaction. He didn't want Yi Sheng to notice that something was wrong: "I, I'm not feeling well...I'm sorry..."

Yi Sheng saw that Shen and Qiu's state was not right, his heart sank, and he still comforted him: "It's okay."

Assistant Cheng drove the car over quickly. Shen Heqiu felt that his hands were weak and his legs were weak, and he might fall if he stood still. After the door opened, he got into the car first.

Lin Chengjun and Yi Sheng stood outside.

"What's going on? Why does it look uncomfortable?" Lin Chengjun lowered his voice, not daring to let others hear.

Yi Cheng's face was ugly, he just saw Shen Heqiu secretly pinching himself.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Lin Chengjun asked.

Yi Cheng looked at Shen Heqiu who was sitting in the car. The driver was talking to him, but Shen Heqiu huddled in the corner, hiding far away from the driver, with their heads down, and did not speak.

If you look closely, you can see that his hands are resting on the inside of his wrists, tightly pinching the flesh on his wrists.

Shen and Qiu seem to have always been afraid of talking and physical contact with other people, especially strangers.

But Yi Sheng didn't realize before that Shen and Qiu would be so nervous that they would pinch themselves.

"Yi Sheng?" Lin Chengjun poked Yi Sheng with his elbow, and asked worriedly, "Are you going to the hospital or not?"

Yi Sheng recalled the time when he hit his waist before, Shen and Qiu would rather not go to the hospital because they were in pain, probably because they disliked the hospital.

He shook his head: "Not for now."

"Get in the car first." Yi Sheng said.

The temperature in the car was slightly higher, and Shen Heqiu recovered a little.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a coat came up first.

Yi Cheng took off his suit jacket and put it on Shen Heqiu: "The heater just turned on, it's a bit cold today, don't catch a cold."

Shen Heqiu gently grabbed the corner of the coat, he was just icy cold from the wind, Yi Sheng's coat still had the warm body temperature of the other party, it was very warm wearing it, as if being hugged by someone.

Shen Heqiu turned his head to look at Yi Cheng, Yi Sheng's expression was not very good, the light from the street lamp reflected his gloomy eyebrows and eyes, there was a kind of sharp and dull sternness, he realized that Shen Heqiu was looking at him, and he softened his expression again: "What's the matter?" ?”

Shen Heqiu clenched their lips and whispered, "Are you angry..." He didn't want to make Yi Sheng angry.

Yi Cheng looked at Shen Heqiu's anxious eyes, and sighed: "No, I'm not angry."

He actually wanted to ask Shen and Qiu directly what happened, but Shen and Qiu were so timid, they might cry again if they were in a hurry, and he didn't want to make people cry.

Lin Chengjun also couldn't help talking: "Are you all right? I think you seem to be very uncomfortable."

When he spoke, he unconsciously leaned slightly towards the person he was talking to.

Shen Heqiu almost reflexively hid to the other side, not letting Lin Chengjun approach him, and then shook his head at Lin Chengjun: "...it's okay."

Yi Cheng noticed Shen Heqiu's little actions and frowned.

After that, there was silence all the way, and Assistant Cheng drove back to Yi's villa at high speed.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Yi Sheng asked Shen Heqiu, and after confirming that Shen Heqiu really didn't want to and didn't need to go to the hospital, he had no choice but to lead people into the house.

"You don't need to read to me tonight, just get a good night's sleep if you don't feel well." Yi Sheng paused, and then said, "If you are really uncomfortable, just call me."

Shen Heqiu obediently nodded in agreement, and obediently went into the bedroom to wash and rest.

Yi Cheng watched Shen and Qiu enter the room, and the gentle look on his face disappeared instantly.

With a sullen face, he went to the study to make a phone call.

"Hello? What brought you here, young master? Didn't you never come to see a doctor again in your life?" The phone was picked up, and a frivolous voice came from the handset.

"I'm here to ask you something." Yi Cheng touched his body, trying to take a cigarette out of his coat pocket, only to realize that he had given the coat to Shen Heqiu.

He went to the bedside table, opened the drawer and opened a new pack.

Yi Sheng took out a cigarette and lit it: "How do you psychologists judge patients' illnesses?"

Jiang Zhengbo was inexplicable: "Talk to the patient, and observe some subtle movements and expressions."

"Why, do you want to change your career?"

"No." Yi Cheng said, taking a puff of cigarette, "I want to ask you, if a person looks timid, repelling and afraid of being contacted by others... is there a problem?"

Jiang Zhengbo: "You just say such a little information, even if I am a skilled doctor, I can't judge it."

He thought for a few seconds and asked, "You said he was afraid of being touched, to what extent?"

"I'm not too sure yet," Yi Sheng hesitated for a moment, then said with a frown, "I saw him... pinching himself when he was talking to others."

"Acquaintance? Or stranger?"

Yi Sheng: "It's considered acquaintance."

Jiang Zhengbo made a hypothesis based on the only information: "If this kind of behavior is a regular behavior, there may be a physical contact disorder, but it may also be just one of the complications of other symptoms, and the really serious thing is not this."

"But if it's just an occasional behavior, don't worry so much. The other party may just be timid or have other emotional reasons."

Jiang Zhengbo was curious: "Who are you asking, the young master knows how to care about people?"

Yi Sheng: "It's none of your business."

Jiang Zhengbo said "tsk": "If you are really worried, you should observe his behavior and habits more often. If you really feel that something is not right, come to me again, but I am currently holding an academic exchange meeting abroad, and you should contact me at least You have to wait a month."

"Okay." Yi Sheng replied.

"Also, you should care about yourself anyway. With such a hot temper, you probably haven't slept much recently. If you go on like this, Iron Man won't be able to hold on—"

The phone was hung up decisively.

Yi Cheng rubbed the center of his brows, then took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and held it between his fingers. He stared at the cigarette for a while, but he didn't light it, and put it back again.

The irritability brought on by insomnia doubled and made him feel distraught.

He knew the physical pain of mental illness, so he didn't want Shen and Qiu to do the same.

But maybe his little Nightingale was just too timid?

In the middle of the night, Shen Heqiu woke up from a nightmare.

The light in the room was not turned on, and he lay on the bed, waiting for the trembling of fear and suffocation-like pain to dissipate, before sitting up from the bed panting.

His stomach began to burn again, burning all the way to his throat.

Shen Heqiu threw off the quilt wrapped around his body, and leaned over to turn on the light.

He misjudged his state, stretched out his hand but missed it, lost his balance and rolled off the bed, half of his body hit the ground hard.

There was no carpet in the room, and the floor was cold and hard, making him numb from the pain as if he was about to lose consciousness.

Shen and Qiu lay on the cold floor without moving.

He knew that he didn't sleep well because he didn't take medicine before going to bed.

He was afraid that Shen Han would tell Shen's father that he was taking the medicine, and that he would be forced to return to that cage-like Shen's house.

I'm also afraid...that my illness will be exposed in front of Mr. Yi.

Shen Heqiu gripped the foot of the bed tightly, his pajamas soaked in cold sweat, he sat up from the ground, curled up at the foot of the bed, his hands and feet were covered with ice.

He had just brought down the hanger beside the bed, and the suit jacket hanging on it fell to the ground.

Shen Heqiu stretched out his hand, hooked the coat with his fingertips with difficulty, and hugged it in his arms.

The jacket had lost the previous warmth, but Shen and Qiu still held each other tightly.

The room was too dark and too quiet, so quiet that it made him uncomfortable, so quiet that those chaotic emotions rushed out of his head.

Just like when they were locked up in the attic, Shen and Qiu sang to themselves very softly with trembling voices.

It's not so quiet, it's not so scary.

The eyes suddenly lit up, Shen Heqiu vaguely felt the light, and raised his face slowly.

Is it dawn?

Yi Sheng turned on the light in the bedroom and walked in from the door.

The warm light from the ceiling lamp in the bedroom shone on him, and Shen and Qiu almost felt that he was walking out of the light.

"Call me if you say you're uncomfortable. Why do you always like to hide and cry alone?"

"Holding my clothes didn't work for me."

Yi Cheng squatted in front of Shen Heqiu and spoke softly.

Subconsciously, Shen Heqiu touched his face with a hand, making sure he wasn't crying, and pursed his lips: "I... didn't cry."

He spread out his palm for Yi Sheng to see, there were no tears on it.

Yi Cheng held Shen Heqiu's hand, Shen Heqiu struggled instinctively, but soon let Yi Sheng hold it obediently.

"Well, I didn't cry, I blamed Heqiu."

Yi Cheng pinched Shen Heqiu's slender and white fingers, passed the body temperature to him to warm his hands, and when they were almost warm, he hugged Shen Heqiu and sat on the bed together.

"Did you sing just now?" Yi Sheng asked Shen and Qiu in a gentle tone, letting Shen and Qiu sit on his lap.

The faint smell of tobacco on Yi Cheng's body lingered in Shen Heqiu's nose, and he was a little relieved, but when he heard Yi Sheng's question, he suddenly tensed up again: "You heard... I didn't, I didn't sing..."

He spoke incongruously, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead. Yi Sheng had an intuition that this question could not be delved into further, so he said again: "That may be because I misheard the voice outside, and it wasn't the song He Qiu sang."

Shen Heqiu's emotions stabilized again, probably because they were sitting on the ground just now, their whole bodies felt cold, Yi Cheng was afraid that he would be cold, so he hugged him a little tighter.

Yi Sheng's scorching breath sprayed on his neck, which was numb. Shen and Qiu could smell the faint breath of Yi Sheng's body, like the sharp and clean pine fragrance, which made people feel warm and calm.

He leaned quietly in Yi Cheng's arms for a while, and finally raised his head with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Can you stop blowing your neck...it's so itchy..." Shen Heqiu whispered.

Yi Cheng was startled, and realized that Shen Heqiu was saying that his breathing made his neck itch.

He lowered his head, the snow-white and soft neck was in front of his eyes, his Adam's apple was sliding slightly, as if tempting someone to take a bite.

But the culprit who tempted people still had red ears and a shy look that was so itchy that he wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide.

The wine that he drank at dinner seemed to have suddenly fermented and evaporated in his blood, Yi Sheng was so hot that his heart was numb, and he wanted to sigh.

It's going to kill me.