Unbearable

The suite is very large, and there is a semi-open island in the dining room. There is a kitchen and a refrigerator, so you can simply cook something.

Ji Zhonghan is not very good at cooking, he only learned a few skills abroad, they are simple sandwiches and pasta.

He thought that Feng Qi would want to eat something to fill his stomach when he woke up drunk.

When I opened the refrigerator, I found that there was only wine in it and no ingredients at all.

I think so, in the program group, a special person is responsible for the three meals, and if you are hungry at night, you can order a takeaway, so why cook it yourself.

Ji Zhonghan took out his mobile phone, clicked on takeaway, and when he scrolled to the porridge page, he suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago.

Feng Qi hated porridge so much, because he drank alcohol, that's why he asked Jinghe to buy porridge in the name of what he wanted to eat.

A certain place in my heart suddenly felt a little sour, but also a little soft, and slightly sunken.

He rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up, when there was a little movement in the bedroom, Feng Qi was crying for thirst.

Ji Zhonghan came back to his senses, quickly took some warm water, and came to the head of the bed.

Feng Qi was leaning on the pile of pillows, his shirt with a few buttons loosened, exposing his flushed chest.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at Ji Zhonghan dimly.

Ji Zhonghan handed the water to Feng Qi's lips, and Feng Qi directly held Ji Zhonghan's hand and began to drink the water in the cup.

The temperature in his palm was so hot that Ji Zhonghan's back was slightly hot.

Feng Qi drank in a hurry, the water overflowed from his lips, and flowed down his Adam's apple, all the way into the clothes on his chest, moistly outlining every outline under the clothes.

Ji Zhonghan tried to withdraw his hand, put the water glass away, and went to wipe it with paper for Feng Qi.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qi held his hand tightly, and while looking at Ji Zhonghan with his eyes that were so drunk, he licked the corner of his lower lip, "I want more."

Ji Zhonghan avoided his eyes, and the hand holding the cup took a little force before it was pulled out, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he hurried out of the bedroom.

Ji Zhonghan opened the refrigerator and stood in front of the refrigerator for a while, until the temperature on his face dropped with the cold air of the refrigerator, he poured another glass and went back.

As soon as he entered the bedroom door, he stepped back in shock, his heels tripped over the thick carpet, and he almost fell.

Because Feng Qi was sitting by the bed, his clothes had already been taken off, and he put one hand on his belt, looking at Ji Zhonghan aggrievedly, "I can't untie my pants."

That tone of voice seemed to be back to her childhood, and she needed to act like a baby to ask others to do things.

Ji Zhonghan had a headache, he approached Feng Qi slowly and cautiously, "If you can't take it off, don't take it off."

"Hot." Feng Qi muttered.

Ji Zhonghan quickly replied, "There is air conditioning."

"The clothes are wet and uncomfortable." After Feng Qi finished speaking, he fell on the bed, as if he had let go of his strength, and did not move.

Ji Zhonghan waited for a while and found that Feng Qi was still, so he dared to approach.

Just as he was about to pick up the wet clothes that Feng Qi had thrown beside the bed, a hand grabbed his wrist, and the next second, he was dragged onto the bed.

Ji Zhonghan's exclamation was hoarse in his throat, and the stress followed. His body trembled, his teeth trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak a word.

With a little smile, Feng Qi came over and rubbed the tip of his nose, opened his eyes and was about to speak when he noticed his stiff expression, and immediately sat up with his arms around him, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Zhonghan took a sharp breath, and he held back his trembling voice, "No, it's nothing."

Feng Qi frowned and said, "I still said it's nothing, do you want to give you a mirror to see what you look like now?"

After finishing speaking, Feng Qi said again, "You didn't drink alcohol, could it be that you were allergic to something in the clubhouse?"

Ji Zhonghan finally regained his strength, wanted to move out, and tried to get out of bed.

Feng Qi used his arms hard to hug him back, "I haven't finished talking yet, where do you want to go, should I take you to the hospital?"

Ji Zhonghan looked at Feng Qi, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you drunk?"

Feng Qi's face remained unchanged and he said, "I was woken up by you."

Such a cheeky answer makes people really do not know how to refute it.

Ji Zhonghan said, "I'm fine, just sit on the sofa."

Feng Qi looked at him for a long time, and asked, "Is it because I hugged him?"

Ji Zhonghan didn't expect Feng Qi to have such a misunderstanding, but after thinking about it carefully, it's not unreasonable for Feng Qi to have such a misunderstanding.

Feng Qi had physical contact with him several times before, except outside, most of them were next to the bed.

But how would he explain to Feng Qi that the inability to sleep in bed was his post-traumatic syndrome, and as to why he had this sequelae, it was largely because of Feng Qi.

When he found Mei Yuling and Feng Xinglu entangled on his bed, Ji Zhonghan didn't have such a serious reaction, he just didn't want to get close to his room.

The real aversion to contact with people is caused by being forced to share the same bed by relatives.

In the final analysis, the source is still Feng Qi.

Ji Zhonghan shook his head and said, "It's not because of being hugged by you, it's just...a sudden discomfort, I want to sit on the sofa."

Feng Qi still didn't believe it, but after Ji Zhonghan came to sit on the sofa, Feng Qi also came to him. He sat on the carpet and tentatively touched Ji Zhonghan's hand in a posture of looking up.

Feng Qi may think that this posture will make him look less aggressive and more docile, so that when he touches Ji Zhonghan, Ji Zhonghan won't have to be so afraid.

Feng Qi touched his arm from his hand, and then hugged his waist. Ji Zhonghan didn't act like he did on the bed just now, so Feng Qi was relieved.

From this angle, Ji Zhonghan couldn't help touching Feng Qi's head, the hair was very soft to the touch, not at all like the deity's temper.

Feng Qi grabbed his hand from his head and kissed his palm, "Can you stay tonight?"

Ji Zhonghan wanted to withdraw his hand, wanting to say it was bad.

Feng Qi noticed it, and looked at him sadly, "You kissed me first."

This tone is almost as if Ji Zhonghan took away his first kiss and needs to be responsible to him.

It was clear that Ji Zhonghan was the one who was forced to kiss many times before, and he didn't argue to be responsible.

Ji Zhonghan said helplessly, "Don't make trouble for no reason, let's take our time."

Feng Qi seemed to want a lot, but in fact he was very satisfied. He stroked Ji Zhonghan's palm, the place where he had kissed, "I can take as slow as you want, as slow as you want."

The palms were itchy, and the force of the stroking was not quite right, especially Feng Qi's tone of voice, it was really easy to think wrong.

Ji Zhonghan put his hands together, "When I say no, I just don't, you can't force me."

Feng Qi felt that Ji Zhonghan was cruel, "Then I..."

Ji Zhonghan didn't even intend to finish listening to "Whatever you want, you don't have it now."

Feng Qi was so blocked by him that he almost couldn't breathe, "You haven't heard what I said?"

Ji Zhonghan felt that he could guess without listening, what Feng Qi wanted to do had almost been done before.

Seeing his unchanging and ruthless appearance, Feng Qi muttered, "I just want to hold hands."

"Just holding hands?" Ji Zhonghan asked.

Feng Qi added guiltily, "Can we hold hands and sleep?"

Ji Zhonghan didn't say a word, and Feng Qi couldn't guarantee that he would never touch your words, that would be shooting himself in the foot.

Until the time of parting, Feng Qi sent Ji Zhonghan to the door of the room.

Just as Ji Zhonghan turned around to say good night, Feng Qi closed the door as if afraid of regretting himself.

This made Ji Zhonghan involuntarily have a sense of confusion that the other party didn't recognize him when he got out of bed, and his mood was complicated.

Later, in the program group, Feng Qi really made a distinction between public and private.

Feng Qi didn't touch Ji Zhonghan, and even after Ji Zhonghan finished his task of filming him, he returned to the group of photographers to be selected, and he didn't let Jing He come over and stuff him into the mentor group.

Therefore, during the shooting interval, Ji Zhonghan rarely had the opportunity to see Feng Qi.

Ji Zhonghan thought it would take a while to persuade Feng Qi, but he didn't expect the other party to be so sensible, and he didn't need to spend more effort, but he was in a hurry.

The program team arranged for all the staff to eat in the hotel restaurant.

Xu Wei likes this restaurant very much. It has rich ingredients, a variety of varieties, and excellent taste.She piled her dinner plates high and sat next to Ji Zhonghan.

Ji Zhonghan simply made a portion of pasta and didn't eat it, he just stirred it with a fork.

Xu Wei saw something was wrong, and said bluntly, "What's the matter with Feng Qi?"

Ji Zhonghan replied that he was fine, and said to Xu Wei, "After today's shooting is over, I might go somewhere."

Xu Wei hummed, because Ji Zhonghan just casually told her about the itinerary, but unexpectedly Ji Zhonghan said in the next sentence, "If Feng Qi or Jing He comes to ask you where I have been, you can just make up a reason for me."

Xu Wei dropped the pork chop in her mouth in shock, and stared at Ji Zhonghan, "You have a new love so soon?"

Ji Zhonghan laughed and said, "What are you talking about?"

Xu Wei patted her chest and said, "It's okay, you can go to the waves boldly, I will help you hide it."

Ji Zhonghan reached out and replaced Xu Wei's beer with milk, "Thanks."

In the evening, Ji Zhonghan took a taxi to the destination. It was not the place where Xu Wei was feasting and feasting, but a clean and warm building, the hospital where Lin Yu was located.

After confirming the appointment at the front desk, and then arriving at Lin Yu's office, when Ji Zhonghan pushed the door in, he smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for making you work overtime so late."

Lin Yu supported his glasses and said, "It's okay."

"But I'm curious, you haven't accepted hypnotherapy before, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Lin Yu asked.

Ji Zhonghan replied, "Because I want to recover quickly."

Lin Yu nodded, this is indeed the thought of many patients.

But before that, in Lin Yu's eyes, Ji Zhonghan had always been a conservative and cautious type of patient, with a strong psychological defense line, and he refused to reveal the injury easily.

Why has it changed now?

Lin Yu looked at Ji Zhonghan for a while, "May I ask, are you in love?"

Ji Zhonghan asked in surprise, "Can you tell?"

Lin Yu smiled, "Because most patients are eager for treatment, it means that there has been a change in his life, and it is a positive change for him."

Ji Zhonghan didn't deny it, it was true for him.

Lin Yu didn't exchange too many pleasantries, but led him to a reclining chair where he could relax, and then began the treatment.

But after the hypnotherapy was over, Ji Zhonghan, who was sweating profusely, struggled to wake up from the hypnosis, but saw Lin Yu's expression was very serious.

He didn't know what Lin Yu heard during the hypnosis process.

For him, it was just experiencing the past again, and even those disgusting details were clearly presented before his eyes.

There is Mei Yuling... and there is Feng Qi.

After Lin Yu wrote in the medical notes for a while, he said to him, "Mr. Ji, is your current lover your desensitization target?"

Ji Zhonghan didn't answer immediately.

Lin Yu got the answer from his silence, "Mr. Ji, you never told me that your desensitized target is one of the targets that caused your traumatic stress."

His words are precise, not all, just one.

Ji Zhonghan licked his dry lips, "Does it matter?"

Lin Yu might find it ridiculous, he put down his pen, and said to Ji Zhonghan seriously, "Of course it has something to do with it, because some patients with traumatic stress will have such problems."

"Clinically, we call it Stockholm Syndrome." dd