Thinking about how to break up every day [system]

Shen Xiu tried to move his wrist, but there was an unforgettable pain. He bared his teeth and pulled it back with his other hand.

A few minutes later, the shivering servant came in with warm water, knelt on the ground and put the bowl on the ground.

Shen Xiu kicked the bowl away, "Bring me another bowl."

The servant quickly took back the ceramic bowl, ran out, and came back a minute later.

Shen Xiu didn't make things difficult for him anymore. After drinking the warm water, his stomach felt a little better, and the pain of shrinking and shrinking stopped.

His method of self-torture can only make Song Qianyi even more angry, and it can't reach the level of scumbags on him. He also lost one hand. It seems a bit uneconomical to go on a hunger strike for so long.

Shen Xiu looked at the immobile hand for a long time.

Time passed slowly.

The door was opened again.

Song Qianyi was followed by a medical team.

As soon as you see him, come over and check his wrist.

Shen Xiu let them move without saying anything.

Song Qianyi can only be slapped when his hand is healed.

The end result was just a fractured bone.

After the bandage was finished, Song Qianyi asked outside: "Why does the fracture hurt so much? I don't think he can move."

The doctor said: "It may be a psychological problem."

psychological.

Song Qianyi waved his hand, "I'm sorry to bother you to live here, I'll give you five times your previous salary."

"You should understand what can be said and what cannot be said."

"Mr. Song, we all know it." The doctor said awkwardly.

The youth's injury is obviously man-made, but the other is self-mutilation.

He doesn't want to care about the complicated relationship between this man and him, as long as he takes money to do things.

Song Qianyi asked him again for some ointment and asked them to go back to the room.

He sat on the rocking chair in the yard and looked at the roses all over the yard, some of which were already withering.

Song Qianyi called: "Come over tomorrow to replant a batch of roses. I don't want to see a withered one, or you will bear the consequences."

After giving the order, Song Qianyi leaned on the rocking chair and looked at the sky in a daze.

The way Shen Xiu resisted was too fierce, and he let him know what he did wrong by hurting his own body.It not only made him feel distressed but also angry.

He would rather Shen Xiu cry and resent him than use self-harm to force him.

Song Qianyi smoked to relieve his worries, and there was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

Sitting in the yard until late at night, Song Qianyi went to see Shen Xiu, he was still sitting on the ground, his face looked better after drinking water, but he was still pale.

He touched him carefully, for fear that Shen Xiu would show such a vigilant expression after waking up.

Fortunately, Shen Xiu who was asleep was well-behaved.

Why do you bite your lip? Is it too painful?

A trace of distress flashed in Song Qianyi's eyes, he wanted to hug Shen Xiu, but was afraid of waking him up and hurting him.

Song Qianyi's countless words turned into a sigh, and he stood up and left slowly.

After closing the door, Shen Xiu's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was no confusion in them.

He woke up when Song Qianyi opened the door, and held back for a long time.

So it doesn't work, does it?Doesn't this mean that he felt sorry for him late at night and came over to watch him secretly?

Shen Xiu hooked his lips.

The cold wind blew late at night, and he sneezed.

Shen Xiu had a fever the next day.

Song Qianyi, who sneaked to see Shen Xiu in the middle of the night, went to peek again early in the morning, and saw something was wrong with just one glance.

Why is your face so red?Shortness of breath too?

Song Qianyi caressed Shen Xiu's forehead, only feeling the heat in his palm.

His eyes were deep, a little gray unconsciously appeared in his eyes, faintly looking indifferent and cold.

He hugged his sleeves and kicked open the door of the doctor's room, waking them up who were still asleep, and looked at them in a panic.

"Fever."

He stared coldly at a group of doctors who hurriedly began to treat Shen Xiu, and finally gave him an injection of antipyretic medicine.

Shen Xiu's forehead was still irritated, and Song Qianyi also understood that this kind of thing should not be rushed, but he just felt distressed.Even the expression on his face was much less.

When Shen Xiu was unconscious, the entire villa was enveloped in low air pressure.

Fortunately, Shen Xiu's fever went down within two days, and he became sober.

Shen Xiuburn was so dazed that he felt that someone was hugging him and giving him injections and medicines. He was feeding and drinking like a rag doll, and his mind was still very muddy.

It's just that the breath of the person holding him is very familiar and feels safe, and Shen Xiu's thoughts of struggling to wake up have faded a lot, and he accepts his care easily.

When he was fully recovered, there was no one around him.

If Shen Xiu hadn't been conscious all the time, I really thought Song Qianyi would leave him alone.

After burning for two days, some of the improved meals turned into white porridge and pickles.

Shen Xiu had no taste in his mouth, so he wanted something strong.

Being sick made him look not very good, and being trapped in the villa for too long made him look a little world-weary.

On this day, Shen Xiu stayed in the room again and did not go out, so he sat on the ground stupidly, resumed his hunger strike, and even locked the door behind him.

Wait, he is waiting for an opportunity.

He can't meet anyone here, so he can only compare with the old people.

What you can't get is always in turmoil, it is the white moonlight in your heart, and it is the cinnabar mole in your heart.

Regardless of whether it was pigeon blood or mosquito blood, as long as Song Qianyi believed it, everything would be in his hands.

Song Qianyi heard the news and broke in, "Let's have a good talk."

He was on a hunger strike and had a fever. Song Qianyi hadn't paid enough attention these days, and his eyes were slightly black and blue.

But he still had that indifferent expression on his face, and even showed a gentle smile when facing Shen Xiu.

Smiling in a trance, he thought of the past time.

For a moment, Shen Xiu's heart felt cold.

The man in front of him trapped himself on this island for no reason, did he want to make him a prisoner?

He seemed to take it all for granted.

Shen Xiu snorted lightly, and looked up at him with sarcasm: "What are you talking about? Why did you imprison me on this island? Or why didn't I obey and be a good doll?"

Guarded and indifferent.

Shen Xiu saw that the other party just clenched his fists, and his eyes were still black, so he felt that Song Qianyi was just angry in his heart, completely ignoring his feelings.

He would rather give up anything to live a good life with him, why did Song Qianyi imprison him?

"I just want you to be with me."

In the end, one of the two bowed his head.

Shen Xiu can go on a hunger strike, can get sick, and can be nothing more than his body, but Song Qian can't either.

Seeing Shen Xiu's pale and almost lifeless appearance, Song Qianyi felt that his heart had been taken out and kneaded many times, and it hurt like being pricked by needles.

He wanted to see Shen Xiu with only him around him, he wanted to see Shen Xiu with only him in his life.

He knew that he was sick like this, but he had been sick for many years and couldn't get rid of it.

Since approaching Shen Xiu, he has given Shen Xiu many opportunities to leave, but Shen Xiu still burned him with that warm blood.

Now he doesn't care about it anymore, and Shen Xiu can't be alone.

Shen Xiu sneered: "There are many ways to not want me to leave, but you just isolate me, do you still want to get a silver chain on my hand before you give up?"

Shen Xiu's voice became louder, and the sarcasm in his eyes almost hurt Song Qianyi's eyes.

Song Qianyi bit her lip and tasted the taste of blood.

They shouldn't be like this.

He thought of the time when he held Shen Xiu on the balcony of the apartment and looked at the stars.

He bit his lip harder, the pain made him a little clearer.

"I...I will let you out, as long as you don't leave me."

"Really?" Shen Xiu showed a bit of joy.

I'm tired of looking at the scenery on the island, and there are so many kinds of food, Shen Xiu is really tired of it.

I want to eat hot pot.

In Song Qianyi's eyes, this appearance expressed the joy of finally regaining freedom and wanting to fly.

Song Qianyi struggled a little.

Please... please don't leave me.

I don't want that.

I beg you.

Shen Xiu, who was immersed in happiness, didn't see him begging, and couldn't respond.

What Song Qianyi brought was only endless despair.