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Pei Yan originally thought that Xie Xinghe was so irritable because he had an illness like last time, but he didn't expect that it was because his head hurt so much that he used other tolerable pain to divert his attention.

Pei Yan complained in his heart why he didn't notice it when he was on the phone, why he had to come back after the meeting, and made Xie Xinghe suffer so long at home alone.

He gently stroked Xie Xinghe's back, and asked a little helplessly: "If taking medicine doesn't help, what should we do now?"

Xie Xinghe lowered his head slightly, pressed his forehead against the metal mark on Pei Yan's waist belt, and said not soberly: "I don't know...give me the knife."

Pei Yan glanced down at the knife he kicked to the foot of the bed just now, and said seriously: "Xie Xinghe, you can't do this, you can't use this method every time, go, I'll take you to the hospital, go now."

Pei Yan wanted to pull Xie Xinghe up from the bed, but Xie Xinghe pushed him away with a pale face, "Don't move, it hurts...the hospital can't do anything..."

He went back to touch the toothpick that he had just thrown away, and Pei Yan quickly pressed him down, "Xie Xinghe!"

Xie Xinghe was pulled back into his arms by Pei Yan forcefully, he was very dizzy, and he said softly, "Can you please don't touch me..."

"Okay, okay, I won't move you, but you don't move either."

Pei Yan hugged Xie Xinghe and stood by the bed for nearly half an hour, Xie Xinghe finally moved, opened his eyes and said, "Go and apply some medicine."

"Small injury, it's okay." Pei Yan looked at him with concern, "Are you alright?"

Xie Xinghe lay down on the bed slowly, "It's no good, you can't stand here for a day..."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, his expression obviously enduring the pain.

Pei Yan silently picked up the toothpicks on the bed one by one, then picked up the quilt and pillow on the floor, patted the ashes and put them beside the bed.

Xie Xinghe had already changed three postures after a while, Pei Yan said distressedly: "Xing Xing, don't move, isn't it more uncomfortable to move."

Xie Xinghe lay on his side, clenched his fists and said, "I can't lie down..."

Pei Yan now understood that he was digging his palm with his nails. He sat on the edge of the bed, used some strength to break away Xie Xinghe's hand, and covered his palm, "How long has it hurt?"

"It starts in the morning." Xie Xinghe said.

Pei Yan raised his left hand to check the time. Even if Xie Xinghe started at ten o'clock, it was nearly five hours.

Pei Yan has never experienced what it feels like to have a headache that lasts for such a long time, but just looking at Xie Xinghe's state, he can know how difficult these few hours are.

He felt a severe pain in his heart, and his throat seemed to be blocked and he could not speak. It was not until Xie Xinghe pressed his hand under his face that Pei Yan leaned down and kissed him on the tip of his nose. It was so gentle. Terrible.

Xie Xinghe opened his eyes, looked at Pei Yan's face close at hand, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed his lips.

Pei Yan held the back of Xie Xinghe's neck, and was careful in the kisses. Xie Xinghe only kissed for a while, then backed away, fell back on the pillow and said, "What about your work?"

Pei Yan touched his face, "Without me, there are others, don't worry, have you eaten at noon?"

"No……"

Pei Yan expected this answer, so he sighed, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"No."

Pei Yan didn't force him, and helped him cut his hair again, "Do you want to take a sleeping pill? It might feel better if you sleep for a while."

"It's useless..." Xie Xinghe said.

Pei Yan looked at him quietly, and asked after a long time: "Xinghe, tell me the truth, have you ever touched him before..."

"No," Xie Xinghe opened his eyes and looked directly at him, "never."

"Okay." Pei Yan leaned down again and kissed him on the eyelid, "Let me apply some medicine for you."

Xie Xinghe's eyes fell on his arm, "You paint it too."

"Row."

When Pei Yan got up to leave, Xie Xinghe grabbed his wrist, Pei Yan raised his eyebrows inquiringly, Xie Xinghe looked at him and said, "I'm sorry."

Pei Yan looked at Xie Xinghe's beautiful eyes, and what he saw in them was not guilt or apology, but stubbornness.

Xie Xinghe accidentally hurt him, but what he wanted was not forgiveness, but his promise. Pei Yan understood it, but he didn't know how to respond.

It is true that he likes and loves Xie Xinghe, but he also clearly knows that there are too many incompatibility between the two of them. Apart from Xie Xinghe's illness, they also have conflicts in personality and getting along with each other.

Pei Yan likes to take the initiative, and doesn't like to be controlled and led away by others, but obviously, the relationship between him and Xie Xinghe is completely out of control now, otherwise how could he not even know what is going on with Xie Xinghe? I know, just because he put down his work and flew back after a phone call.

Originally Pei Yan didn't want to think about these things, he just wanted to take care of people first, but now Xie Xinghe is forcing him.

Xie Xinghe didn't wait for Pei Yan's response for a long time, the headache tormented him so much that he almost lost his sanity, his expression gradually became gloomy, and his grip on Pei Yan's wrist became stronger and stronger.

Pei Yan struggled, "Xinghe, let go, I'll go get the medicine."

The way Xie Xinghe looked at him made him feel strange. There seemed to be an emotion in his eyes that was stronger than the possessiveness that occasionally appeared before, which made Pei Yan's eyelids twitch. He subconsciously avoided it, not wanting to understand this emotion.

Xie Xinghe didn't let go, he got up from the bed enduring a severe headache, his eyes were fixed on Pei Yan all the time, without even blinking his eyelids.

Pei Yan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, glanced at him and then looked away, "Lie down properly, don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Xinghe stood on the ground barefoot and blocked his lips.

Even with such a headache, Xie Xinghe can still be so vicious that he wants to eat people. Pei Yan couldn't stand his kissing, so he pushed him and said, "Xie Xing..."

Xie Xinghe didn't give him a chance to speak, pressed him back a few steps, and slammed it on the wardrobe with a "bang", Pei Yan felt that the door of the wardrobe had been smashed by him.

He was concerned about Xie Xinghe's headache, so he didn't resist hard, but Xie Xinghe went ahead and bit the tip of his tongue again.

Pei Yan couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and pushed him, Xie Xinghe couldn't stand still, took two steps back and fell back on the bed.

Pei Yan said grimly, "Xie Xinghe, have I never known you?"

Xie Xinghe bent down, propped his elbows on his knees, and pressed his temples with his fingertips.

Pei Yan is not a soft-hearted person, but he has softened his heart to Xie Xinghe time and time again before. This time he hardened his heart and said: "You treat me coldly at one moment, and at the other moment you want me to stay away. Are you sure? Split personality or is it just pretending? You think no matter how much you go too far, I will always be with you and coax you to be on call, don't you?"

Pei Yan's tone was very calm, so calm that it made Xie Xinghe flustered for a moment. He hoped that his head would stop hurting and let him wake up a bit, let him think about what Pei Yan was talking about, but the more anxious he was, the more headache he would get. Terrible, it seemed that every nerve in his head was hurting, making him feel like he was about to explode.

With the remaining willpower, Xie Xinghe raised his head forcefully, his complexion was worse than when Pei Yan just came back, he stretched out a hand towards Pei Yan, his fingertips trembled slightly, "Give me a hand..."

Pei Yan looked at him silently, indifferent.

Xie Xinghe had no choice but to support himself on the edge of the bed, stood up unsteadily, and took a step forward with difficulty, but the next second his eyes went dark, and he fell towards Pei Yan.

Pei Yan was so frightened that he immediately reached out to catch him, and asked in a panicked tone, "Xie Xinghe?"

Xie Xinghe leaned on his shoulder, his voice stuck in his throat, so low that he could barely hear, "Don't go, please..."