but you never loved me

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yi finally stopped.While desire is extinguished, reason is gradually returning.He didn't know how he felt in his heart. He was no longer an impulsive young man, but he still did such a thing to Yan Zimu as before.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do, so he calmed down, stretched out his hand and imagined hugging Yan Zimu into his arms as usual.He took him into his arms smoothly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Then he tentatively said: "Are you okay?" There was a hint of imperceptible tension in the voice.

However, after a long time, no one answered, and he felt something was wrong.Sitting up abruptly, he turned on the light.When he looked at the lifeless Yan Zimu lying on the bed, his heart trembled.He patted Yan Zimu lightly, and found that he showed no signs of waking up, so he immediately decided to take him to the hospital.

The moment he hugged him, he remembered that he should clean up for him first.He put warm water in the bathtub and carefully cleaned up the person in his arms. When he saw a cloud of blood spreading in the water, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something, a feeling he had never experienced before. Feeling spread in the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, Yan Zimu woke up leisurely, he was still not conscious, he was just moaning uncomfortably.Ning Yi comforted him softly: "Be patient, I'll take you to the hospital in a while."

Unexpectedly, when Yan Zimu heard this, he suddenly woke up, pushed him away, and said coldly: "I won't go to the hospital."

Ning Yi was pushed to the ground by him, his clothes were soaked in water, and he looked extremely embarrassed.But the attitude is tough: "No, you are injured."

Yan Zimu's pale face turned pale again, but he said calmly: "It's okay, I'll be fine tomorrow. This is not the first time, I know it myself." Ning Yi felt that someone had slapped him hard slap in the face.

He didn't object anymore, but gently carried Yan Zimu out of the bathtub, took a towel to dry him, and carried him back to the bedroom.During the whole process, Yan Zimu didn't say anything, he was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.He just turned over the moment he lay on the bed, with his back to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi was hurt by his action.He tried to communicate with him, but what he said was like a questioning: "I saw you in Shanshui Villa today, you are with a woman."

Yan Zimu buried his head in the pillow and smiled wryly. He thought that in Ning Yi's heart, he was really just a plaything.As long as it makes him uncomfortable, feel free to play with it.Just like today, he just doubted himself.And because of this groundless suspicion, he almost killed himself on the bed.

Yan Zimu felt as if someone had poured cold water on his heart, and he shivered from the cold.And all his hopes were wiped out.

He mechanically explained: "That's Yan Yan's mother, I just took the child out to play with her."

In fact, when he just said that sentence, Ning Yi regretted it. He wanted to have a good talk with him.So when he heard Yan Zimu's explanation, he chose to believe it.He said slightly apologetically: "If this is the case, then I misunderstood you today, and it will not be like this in the future. I..."

When Yan Zimu heard this, his heart was not touched.He abruptly interrupted him, "It's okay, I'm just a bed warmer to you. I have no room to resist what you want to do to me, right? But I only have one request, I will invite you as promised after two years let me go."

Ning Yi clenched his fists tightly, and a flame sprang up again in his heart.

He admitted that his method of getting Yan Zimu to his side was not bright.But he thought that Yan Zimu would understand that he didn't really treat him as a bed warmer.He hoped that he would stay by his side obediently instead of thinking about running away all the time.

But how can Yan Zimu understand, because even Ning Yi himself doesn't know, Yan Zimu is not his bed warmer, but what is it?

Ning Yi was so angry that he wanted to find someone to fight to vent his anger, but he tried his best to suppress it. He told himself that he could not hurt Yan Zimu anymore.But the words I wanted to say as a gesture of goodwill were held back in my stomach.

The two of them lay in bed that night, but kept the furthest distance between them.