Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

, Ye Xiyang leaned forward, with fierce and lonely eyes, and kissed the lips of the person in front of him.

What a love of a lifetime, what a love of a lifetime, Zhenran, even if I have done so much, you still don't want to stay by my side, right?

That being the case, then I will spend my whole life trapping you, locking you up, and taking revenge on you!

Rather than saying it was a kiss, it would be more appropriate to say it was a bite, like the last ferocious and tragic despair of a wounded and dying lone wolf.

Chu Jingran, who was startled by the other party's sudden movement, reflected countless disbeliefs in his round eyes, and reflexively hid back to resist and struggle, but unexpectedly, the man ushered in a more fierce attack, and the long tongue in his mouth was even more arrogant Domineering began to attack the city.

Pressing the hand of the struggling man firmly against the wall, Ye Xiyang skillfully teased the dexterous soft tongue of the man under him. He who had already touched the sensitive areas of the man's body clearly attacked him over and over again. fragile nerves.

Different from the gentleness in the memory of worrying about hurting people and tempting, he attacked fiercely.

There is no tenderness, no affection, this is a brutal love/love full of predators.

Seeing him who has always been stubborn and unyielding, Ye Xiyang struggled and shouted that I hate you, saw his face turn pale as paper for an instant, saw his wide open eyes like the moment when flowers withered and withered, saw him as if completely In the eyes of despair, warmth slipped down.

Those crystals mixed with love/love, despair, and hope that were once countless carefully fell on his shoulders one by one.

The falling heat was like magma burning into Ye Xiyang's heart. It was so hot that he couldn't breathe, and the blood in his whole body was choked, but he didn't want to let go any more.

He has tried everything in his life, holding it carefully in the palm of his hand, and he is reluctant to hurt anyone, but in the end, he hurts everyone.

But, Zhenran, do you know?

I am even more afraid, afraid that once I let go, you will leave.

So, even if it's death, let's die together, let's be buried together, so, maybe one day you'll fall in love with me, maybe one day you'll fall in love with me...

In the end, I don't know how much time passed, and amidst the long pain and countless broken sobs and tears streaming down his face, Chu Jingran perfectly closed his eyes and passed out in a coma.

In the next second, Ye Xiyang let go of the already bruised wrist with trembling hands, and hugged the limp and powerless man carefully in his arms like a treasure, and the desperation and desperation on his brutal face faded away.

Yeshiyang thought that seeing this person suffer, he would be happy; he thought seeing this person despair, he would be satisfied; he thought seeing this person being humiliated, he would be rewarded;

However, it wasn't until all this happened, until this moment came, that Ye Xiyang discovered that some of him were desolate, some were jealous, and some were endless despair.

Why, why you just don't love me, why you just don't love me.

Caressing his pale, tear-stained face tightly closed in his arms, Ye Xiyang's every knuckle was trembling.

"Zhenran, tell me, what do you want me to do, what exactly do you want me to do, so that you are willing to stay by my side as before, so that we can go back to the past, please, please, tell me..."

Zhenran was like the poison in his life that he couldn't let go of blindly. He knew it was poison, but he foolishly drank it for four years.

Even if he is betrayed today, even if he can clearly see his indifference, even if he knows that this person is not worthy of his love.

But he couldn't let go, he really couldn't let go.

If Zhenran is poison, Ye Xiyang thought, he would probably be willing to guard this poison all his life, until he completely closes his eyes and dies from the poison.

Gently kissing the man's forehead, Ye Xiyang held him in his arms, wrapped him tightly in a soft blanket, hugged him, and left the room without looking back.

Zhenran, in this life, you can't go anywhere except by my side.

……

After clearing away all the rest of the aftermath of the reception, Zhou Qing saw the private doctor who had just come out of the villa when he arrived at Ye Zhai.

Surprised, is this hurt?

He called the doctor who was about to get into the car and said, "Doctor Cheng, wait a minute."

Hearing the call, the middle-aged doctor turned his head and saw Zhou Qing approaching him. He said respectfully, "So it's Mr. Zhou. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Zhou Qing smiled and said: "Nothing, just seeing Doctor Cheng coming over in the middle of the night, I wanted to ask if the young master's wound has opened again? Is there anything that needs to be avoided in daily life."

Doctor Cheng smiled awkwardly and said, "It wasn't Young Master Ye's injury, it was... someone else's."

Although he didn't know the identity of the person lying down, he thought that the person who could lie in Ye Xiyang's room was either of unusual status or about to be of unusual status.

"Oh?" Zhou Qing sensed the unnatural expression on his face, and waved his hand to make the bodyguards back away, "