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After finishing, Nan Yizui carried him into the room, covered him with a quilt, and closed the door.Then I went out and called a private doctor to come and treat the wound.

After that, all the sharp weapons in the house were put away.

Meng Yixing didn't have the energy to notice the change.He seemed to give up struggling.

After waking up, the person was listless, like a green plant that was about to lose its vitality, and looked very listless.

Nan Yizui is a lunatic, he is afraid of him.

How should he escape from this madman.

Meng Yixing thought desperately, one day, he too would go crazy.Today's blood would gush from one of them and flow over the other, never to be washed clean again.

A bandage was wrapped around Nan Yizui's forehead, and gauze was also pasted on the cheek scratched by the debris.The doctor could still chat with him a few words, looked at his appearance, and asked cautiously what's wrong?

Nan Yizui said flatly: "A naughty cat broke the vase. Doctor, I won't argue with him."

The doctor sneered and replied, "Of course."

The injured Nan Yizui didn't seem to affect his mood, or maybe it was a crazy in-depth exercise that made him happy. He tidied up the messy living room by himself and restored the original clean floor.

After tidying up, he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was time to make lunch, so he walked slowly to cook.

As if nothing just happened.

He cooked the meal, took it out, and set it up.So he took off his apron, went to the bedroom, and asked people to eat.

The bedroom door was left open.

Nan Yizui walked in.At a glance, Meng Yixing was not on the bed, he was nestling on the sofa facing the window, looking out the window quietly.

It was almost dusk.

A dim view outside the window.

Nan Yizui walked over, but the people on the sofa didn't notice him approaching.

Meng Yixing looked out the window, his eyes slowly turning red.It is clearly visible from the angle of Nan Yizui.

Nan Yizui's originally calm heart was suddenly pulled up and became very uncomfortable.

It's not that he doesn't feel anything, but he doesn't want to think too much, and stubbornly hugs the person he wants.

Meng Yixing quickly noticed him. He blinked and lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't want him to see the emotion in his eyes.

Nan Yizui felt even more uncomfortable.

He suppressed this emotion in his heart, restored the original indifferent expression on his face, and said softly, "Come out for dinner."

Meng Yixing was silent for a while, then sat up slowly, stepped on the ground indifferently, then stepped on his slippers, and walked out.

At the dinner table, no one spoke.

Meng Yixing lowered his head, chewed the food slowly, and swallowed slowly.

He had no appetite, so he picked up a few chopsticks of the dishes in front of him at random, and he didn't want to eat after the meal was served.

And sitting across from Nan Yizui, he felt as if the air was suffocating.He hastily swallowed a mouthful of rice and was about to leave.

Nan Yizui stopped him, Meng Yixing paused for a moment, took a look, and was held back by the bandage on Nan Yizui's head for another second, his eyes leaked a little emotion, and then slowly retracted.

Meng Yixing walked back to the sofa, lay down halfway, and looked at the sky that was about to darken with a little expressionless eyes.

Waiting for the night he doesn't want to come.

Or maybe it was a bloody sex drive during the day.

Nan Yizui didn't make things difficult for him tonight.

For the first time, they didn't get entangled and bumped on this bed, and they lay quietly on this bed.

The orange table lamp was in the corner, emitting a soft light.

Nan Yizui turned his head slightly, looking at the other half of the bed.

Meng Yixing was lying on his side with his back to him.

His hair had grown a little longer than when he had arrived, covering his ears and lying softly against his neck.His neck was slightly bent at this time, revealing a section of fair skin.

There is a space between them.

Nan Yizui couldn't help stretching out his hand, and before he realized his movement, his hand touched the back of his neck lightly.

Meng Yixing's body trembled, and then flinched inside again.

With this trembling and shrinking, he felt his heart being pulled again.

Nan Yi's drunk hand paused in the air, and hugged him unwillingly from behind.

Meng Yixing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said lightly, "I want to sleep."

Nan Yizui didn't move, after a while, his eyes drooped in disappointment, he whispered good night in his ear, and then let him go.

He has gotten used to the warm weight in his arms these days, and now the emptiness makes him very disappointed.

However, Meng Yixing suddenly said calmly that he wanted to sleep, and pointed out that his actions affected his sleep.Suddenly he couldn't refuse.

He sighed almost inaudibly.

Meng Yixing was still the same the next day. He became very quiet, as if he had accepted his current life, and it seemed to be another form of resistance.

Even at night, Nan Yizui ripped off his clothes.

Meng Yixing did not resist as fiercely as before.

As if he had lost his strength, he sank into the bed, his eyes lost focus.

The body is heated due to physiology, but the soul seems to have left the body, chilling in the air without sustenance.

"Yixing, look at me..." Nan Yizui held his face in his hands and said.

Meng Yixing closed his eyes.

Nan Yizui hugged Meng Yixing tightly, obviously their bodies were tightly bound together, but he felt that the person in his arms was about to leave him.

He is really good, like a doll without a soul at the mercy of others.

Nan Yi's drunken heart was twisted hard, and the remaining pain spread in his body.

He hugged him tightly, like holding a life-saving straw.

Meng Yixing felt a drop of warm liquid dripping on his neck.

He opened his eyes, and what dripped on his body this time was not bright red blood, but transparent teardrops.

A bitterness flashed in Meng Yixing's eyes.

Isn't this what you want...

Obviously he is the powerful perpetrator...

It turns out that in this torture, the perpetrator and the victim are the same, and no one can get out of it safely.