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Xie Xinghe peeled himself away from Pei Yan with the last sliver of rationality, and entered the elevator. He leaned on the car and lowered his head the whole time. Pei Yan was still on the spot and did not follow.

As soon as he got home, instead of treating the wound on his face, or stopping the bleeding from his bleeding hand, he rushed into the kitchen and randomly found a useless knife.

The moment Xie Xinghe saw the blood flow out, Xie Xinghe's mood stabilized a little.

However, the next moment, he heard the sound of the door being opened.

Standing at the door, Pei Yan met Xie Xinghe who was separated by a whole living room. His gaze slowly descended and landed on Xie Xinghe's bleeding arm.

A few seconds later, Pei Yan strode forward and snatched the knife from Xie Xinghe's hand, and couldn't help shouting at him: "You are fucking sick! Are you crazy!"

Xie Xinghe stood where he was, with his hands hanging down. The blood slowly flowed down his arms to his palms, and then fell to Pei Yan's feet drop by drop.

Pei Yan's chest heaved violently, he forced himself to calm down, put the hand holding the knife behind his back, slowly stretched out the other hand to Xie Xinghe, and said tentatively: "Xinghe, you first... ...Can you come here first?"

Xie Xinghe didn't respond, Pei Yan carefully held his uninjured wrist and pulled it lightly.

Xie Xinghe suddenly raised his head, his eyes met, and he said to Pei Yan in a flat tone: "I'm sick, didn't you already know?"

Pei Yan froze, Xie Xinghe looked down at his grasped wrist again.

Pei Yan breathed calmly, and followed Xie Xinghe's words: "Yes, I knew it a long time ago, but I still chose to be with you, which means I'm not afraid."

He used some more force to pull Xie Xinghe to his side, but Xie Xinghe didn't resist.

Pei Yan quickly put the knife in his hand back into the kitchen and quickly closed the door.

Xie Xinghe looked at Pei Yan, Pei Yan forced a smile and said, "Let me help you deal with the injury first."

"No need to deal with it." Xie Xinghe said.

He clenched his fist again, and the bleeding from the wound became faster.

Pei Yan was terrified when he saw it. Fortunately, he only fainted from the needle but not the blood, otherwise he would not know what would have happened today.

He took a deep breath, walked slowly in front of Xie Xinghe, and said softly: "Xinghe, let go, don't force yourself."

It was as if Xie Xinghe couldn't hear him at all.

Pei Yan emphasized his tone, "Xie Xinghe."

He grabbed Xie Xinghe's bleeding arm, lifted it up and said forcefully, "Let go."

Pei Yan's palm was also stained with blood, Xie Xinghe let go of his hand abruptly, and Pei Yan quickly took the opportunity to hold his fingertips to prevent him from making another fist.

"Good, be obedient."

He pulled Xie Xinghe to sit on the sofa, "I have to deal with it, where is the medicine box?"

"No." Xie Xinghe's tone did not fluctuate.

Pei Yan glanced at him, wondering if Xie Xinghe was lying, so he could only say seriously: "Xie Xinghe, your wound must be treated, as well as the wound on your face. If you have a medicine kit at home, tell me Am I okay?"

Xie Xinghe didn't respond again.

Pei Yan had no choice but to rummage through the drawers in his home, only some oral medicines.

It was impossible for him to leave Xie Xinghe at home alone at this time, so he could only call an errand to help buy medicine.

While waiting, Xie Xinghe remained silent, Pei Yan kept holding his hand, and his own hand was also stained with blood.

He stared fixedly at Xie Xinghe's horrific arm, and said hoarsely, "What did you do at night? Can you tell me?"

"Look at my mother."

"What's wrong with Auntie?" Pei Yan asked.

"If you are in a bad mood, you must find me."

He hadn't hoped that Xie Xinghe would answer, but he didn't expect Xie Xinghe to answer every question.

So Pei Yan continued to ask: "Then what happened to your injury?"

Xie Xinghe lowered his head, "My mother beat me."

Pei Yan couldn't tell what mood he was in, he had an intuition that Xie Xinghe's illness should be inseparably related to his mother.

"Why hurt yourself?" Pei Yan subconsciously clenched Xie Xinghe's hand when he asked this question.

This time Xie Xinghe didn't answer right away, but raised his head and looked at Pei Yan for a while before saying, "It's comfortable."

Pei Yan opened his mouth, but said nothing. As a normal person, he really couldn't understand why he was so comfortable.

Xie Xinghe stared straight into his eyes, "Not only for me, but also for you."

So he would keep Pei Yan away from him, because he just needs to vent, whether it is hurting himself or others, it can be a way to vent.

Pei Yan stared at Xie Xinghe intently, Xie Xinghe's gaze was like a sharp knife, almost trying to tear out Pei Yan's flesh and blood.

Pei Yan knew that he could not be shaken, not even a little bit.

Facing the sharp point of the knife, he even took two steps forward, approached Xie Xinghe and said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Xie Xinghe looked away in the next second. He knew that he was very contradictory. He hoped that Pei Yan could escape, but he didn't allow Pei Yan to escape. It was just so sick, but he couldn't control himself at all.

Pei Yan, I gave you a chance.

I didn't expect to be sick at this time.

You can only blame your bad luck.

After the medicine was delivered, Pei Yan thought it would take a lot of effort to get Xie Xinghe to take the medicine obediently, but he unexpectedly cooperated surprisingly.

Pei Yan first wrapped a towel outside the ice pack and asked Xie Xinghe to hold it to his face, and then began to carefully treat the wound on his arm and the back of his hand.

Xie Xinghe didn't cry out in pain, but Pei Yan frowned tightly, his movements were jerky and clumsy.

He blew gently while applying the medicine, "Does it hurt?"

"No." Xie Xinghe answered briefly.

Pei Yan looked at him helplessly, "Don't you feel the pain? You are so cruel to yourself."

When dealing with the scar on Xie Xinghe's face, Pei Yan frowned even more than before, and his movements were more cautious than before.

Xie Xinghe suddenly tilted his head, Pei Yan hurriedly said: "Don't move!"

Xie Xinghe stood up disobediently, and said impatiently, "Don't do it."

Pei Yan looked up at him, and said angrily, "Xie Xinghe, come back to me! Didn't you go well just now..."

Xie Xinghe went straight into the room.

Pei Yan was afraid that he would do something to hurt him again, so he didn't even have time to deal with the blood on the ground, so he hurriedly washed the blood off his hands and followed into the room, and then froze for a second.

Because Xie Xinghe had already taken off his clothes and pants, only a pair of underwear was left on his body, and one of his fingers was resting on the edge of the underwear, obviously he was going to take off the underwear soon.

Pei Yan asked with a headache, "Why are you taking off your underwear?"

"Take a shower." Xie Xinghe said lightly.

Pei Yan felt a burst of anger rushing towards Tianling Gai, "Xie Xinghe! You are trying to piss me off, right?"

Xie Xinghe looked at him without moving.

"I just finished giving you the medicine, and you said you want to take a bath? Are you a three-year-old? Huh?"

He walked forward in two steps, and suddenly lifted Xie Xinghe's underwear up, "Get out of bed! If you dare to take a shower, I'll fuck you until you can't get out of bed!"

Pei Yan was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, and only after he shouted out did he realize what he said.

Xie Xinghe squinted his eyes. At this moment, he didn't want to hide his fierce aggressiveness. He pressed on every step, blocked Pei Yan into the corner, and said in a low voice, "Pei Yan, can you say it again?"