Looking forward to the stars

There was a servant standing at the door, and Feng Fan told him to keep an eye on Zhanchen and report something, and no one was allowed to enter.

He was distracted when he heard noises in the room. He opened the door to check, and saw a bright red bloodstain on the floor of the bathroom from the foot of the bed. Where.

Feng Fan was in Feng Chengcheng's room, the atmosphere was gloomy, he stood at the door and watched anxiously.

Feng Fan saw him and walked out quickly.

Feng Cheng shrugged indifferently, raised the corners of his mouth, smoked a cigar, and his eyes were cold, hidden in the ghostly smoke, which made people's hair stand on end.

After hearing the visitor's report, Feng Fan's whole heart was lifted.The medicine that Feng Cheng gave was enough to kill a person, Zhan Chen endured to the limit, it is not impossible to seek relief by self-harm.

He didn't know that he was so anxious that his palms were already sweating, he almost ran back to the room, and calmed down when he reached the door.

"Notify Dr. Tong to come right away, you wait outside the door."

He opened the door and went in, saw the shocking bloodstains on the ground, his heart tightened, and when he came to the bathroom, the floor was covered with blood, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, the shower was on, and Zhanchen was sitting on the floor with his back against the tiles , raised his head, a bloodstain flowed out along the crack of the tiles, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was slightly open to absorb water, more blood rushed down from his forehead, his hands were rubbing fast and fiercely, his expression was enjoying and painful.

"Zhanchen, stop it."

Feng Fan squatted down and pulled his hand away. The moment the ice water touched his skin, he frowned.

If he rubbed it any further, it would hurt. When he took his hand away, a layer of skin had been torn on the soft and fragile place, and blood dripped out, and the water faded away as soon as it was flushed.

Feng Fan's pupils tightened suddenly, his heart felt as if he had been gouged out, and he felt a dull pain. He suddenly discovered that this person could affect his emotions, and could make him ignore Feng Chengcheng's temptations and rush in to confront him tit for tat, watching this person being tortured and injured , The heart was lifted up by him.

He held up Zhan Chen's face, watched the eyes that fascinated him turn gray and painful, tightened suddenly, pulled Zhan Chen, and pressed a self-blame and contradictory kiss on it.

Zhanchen's fingers were also stained with blood, and his flesh was blurred. He was already unconscious, as if there was a steel rod stirring in his head, twisting his nerves round and round, and his headache was so severe that he wanted to pass out.

"Zhanchen, look at me, Zhanchen..."

In a daze, he heard Feng Fan calling him, his anxious dark eyes were steaming, his lips were opening and closing, and it was that charming face again.

"Didn't you leave? Why did you come back again and want to see me laugh? You got your wish."

Talking and crying again.

"Leave me alone...and don't tell me where this is...how should I go back...you go out, it's so hot...so uncomfortable...my head hurts...my head hurts..."

Zhanchen spoke intermittently, speaking incoherently, the corners of his face and eyes were full of water, his voice was so hoarse, he kept banging his head on the tiles behind him, as if it was a vent to relieve another pain in another pain.

Another glaring streak of blood flowed from the seams of the tiles.

Feng Fan hurriedly pressed his forehead against his, and held his wrist with his wide and slender hands against the tiles.

"Zhanchen, calm down."

His voice became hoarse because of his emotions, Zhan Chen looked at him dully, Feng Fan turned off the water, and coaxed softly:

"Relax."

Feng Fan looked at his wound, the blood had been washed away, his heart seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, the pain was piercing, he looked into Zhan Chen's eyes, with a soft expression, leaned forward, and kissed his eyes Lips, wait until Zhan Chen stops struggling, and slowly pry open his teeth with the tip of his tongue, there is a fishy sweet smell in his soft mouth, Zhan Chen tightens his chest, looks at him with misty eyes, he is at a loss Embarrassed and eager for more, he resisted the little clarity left, looked into Feng Fan's eyes weakly, another hot tear dripped on Feng Fan's face from the corner of his eyes, and it took a long time before he uttered a word in a hoarse voice:

"Did I fall in love with you..."

The voice was muffled, but clear, and the scorching breath hit Feng Fan's face. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and he collapsed into Feng Fan's arms weakly. Pleasure flooded in like a tide, making him unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and his headache seemed to be relieved. Yes, it's such a wonderful feeling.

Feng Fan's heart tightened for a while, and a cold light rose in his purple pupils, like a Rakshasa Shura, showing his let go hands and involuntarily hugging Feng Fan's broad back. After a while, the pleasure subverted. Reaching the peak when he is clear and clear makes him feel as if his body is no longer in this world, and he is lost in another space that only has happy senses.

Finally, I don't have to insist anymore.

The expression of relief made him look less like release of desire, more like release of pain, the nerves that had already been numb were broken at that moment, he leaned back, unable to return to Feng Fan's shoulder, just like that Falling into the darkness, the tightened limbs were weak and loose, and fell off Feng Fan's body, as if dead.

Could it be that he couldn't wake up again... Feng Fan.

These were the last words in his mind before he passed out.

He has been suffering from a high fever since he lost blood and rained that day. His body is weak and he is prone to fever. Feng Cheng actually let him burn for a whole day and night. It is really inhumane. Suffering, physical and mental pain, double torture, after this battle, almost killed him.

Feng Fan copied a dry towel, hurriedly cleaned and dried Zhan Chen's body, carried him to the bed, and ordered the doctor to come immediately.

That night, Zhanchen's high fever continued to 40 degrees, and he started talking nonsense in the middle of the night, and he didn't wake up; the next night, the fever didn't go away, and Feng Fan's face was as gloomy as ice. He and a professional doctor couldn't cure a high fever, and in the middle of the night they picked up the doctor to reduce Zhan Chen's fever.

In fact, it was not too serious, but the patient lost blood for too long, the treatment was not timely, and the high fever persisted, leading to wound infection.Then there were various examinations, scans, injections and infusions, but the situation was still not optimistic. Dr. Tong changed his fever-reducing injections as appropriate, re-injected the fluids, and observed his condition at all times.

Feng Fan never slept again, and closed the doors and windows of the room tightly, leaving only a window in the distance open to let in the air. He sat beside him until the next morning, when Feng Fan saw With his appearance, it was as if his heart was pinched, he was so suppressed that he couldn't breathe, and his heart was like a knife.

"He still has residual drugs in his body, let him release it, and the situation will be much better."

Doctor Tong rolled Zhanchen's eyelids and took his temperature.

"Sensory stimulation may make him wake up earlier."

He looked at Feng Fan hesitantly, sighed, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"I see, you go out first."

Feng Fan didn't look at him, but kept looking at Zhan Chen's sleeping face. It was as quiet and innocent as last time, but this time he really fell asleep, his face was pale, so weak and pure that he looked like a fragile angel, and his eyes were just like Xiao Jin's. So closed, even falling asleep is so similar.

In just two days, the second young master seemed to be a different person, as if he had uncovered some not-so-old scars, and it was even more difficult to see the gentle side of his original cold temper.

Feng Chengcheng came to visit the sick, he leaned on the door rail to look at Feng Fan, the corner of his mouth curled up in mockery, and walked in without knocking.

"It seems that you really attach great importance to this person. Dad said that you scolded a servant. This is not like you. Why, he is a substitute for Zhou Jin? He looks good, especially those eyes, which are very similar to hers Ah, it's really rare to meet again, and the relationship between the two of you is really deep."

Feng Cheng looked straight at Feng Fan's cold purple eyes, which were not disturbed by his provocation at all, and he continued to sarcasm with a ruthless smile.

"Did you like him? My dear brother, I have to thank you brother. I put more things in it when I took the medicine, so that you can know that you have empathized with him. You owe me this great favor. How to repay."

"go out."

Feng Fan said coldly, expressionless.

Feng Cheng slowly walked around to the bed, did not see his expected heartbroken expression, saw Feng Fan dismissing him with a fierce look on his proud face, sneered, turned around and pinched Zhan Chen's neck .

"He's going to die anyway, why don't I help him again."

Feng Fan Linglie raised his eyes, blowing a gust of wind, his arm was already in front of Zhan Chen, his wrist turned over, shaking Kaifeng Chengcheng's hand that suddenly exerted strength, Feng Chengcheng was bounced away and took two steps back, unwilling to give up, he rushed forward , using his left hand as a cover, staggered Feng Fan's frontal grab, turned sideways around his back, and struck out with his right hand, reaching directly behind Feng Fan. Bowing his leg like a gale, he kicked Feng Chengcheng's right hand. Feng Cheng's right hand was shocked again, numb and dull pain, and he was thrown aside in the air. With a hard push, Feng Cheng lost his balance and fell to his knees with a "plop".

He was panting heavily from the pain, still with a sinister smile on his face, squinting at Feng Fan, as if he had defeated You Rong, since he was young, he couldn't beat him, but he just liked to provoke him, fight with him, He never tires of being beaten black and blue, and that kind of natural satisfaction makes him look almost perverted.

"Why do you do such a thing, do you want to die in my hands?"

Feng Fan's cold voice came from behind him, his breathing was steady without any disorder, and his hands were heavy, as if he wanted to twist Feng Cheng's arm.

Sweat dripped from Feng Cheng's forehead, and he grinned grimly:

"Haha...I said it right, how does it feel to poke a wound? It's hard and painful? Zhou Jin, that bitch, made you degenerate to the point where you willingly quit the succession dispute, and made me lose fun. You don't know, I am How much you like and entangle, but you just gave in and let me, for a woman, regardless of world affairs, she ruined you, so, she died, you killed her, ha..."

Feng Fan's face became as cold as ice, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips curled into shuddering arcs. His heart was tumbling, and his grip increased sharply. He blocked Feng Cheng's last sneer in his throat, and let out a scream.

"what!"

Hearing only the sound of "click", Feng Cheng seemed to have lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, covering his broken right shoulder with his hand. Also put aside imperceptible satisfaction.

Feng Fan looked at him coldly, his handsome face was like a handsome Greek sculpture without emotion, the wind lifted the ancient corridor curtains hanging in front of the window, and slapped against the window frame wall, gradually weakening, leaving only a slight floating , the whole room returned to calm, only the sound of Feng Cheng's heavy breathing.

"I know who she is better than you. Don't play tricks to tell the truth."

He glanced at the person on the bed.

"You are not allowed to touch this person. If you still want to stay in this family, keep your current power."

He stared intently at Feng Cheng's eyes, which were shinning and gloomy.

"That incident back then was enough to make you expel your genealogy and die in exile. Don't think that no one knows, no matter how dense the wall is, there will be wind. If he has anything to do with you again, you know what the consequences will be..."

Hearing Feng Fan's last words, Feng Chengcheng felt as if a bolt from the blue had poured out, he tightened his mind, he looked at Feng Fan in disbelief, languished, and wanted to see from his expression whether he was playing tricks, Feng Fan looked straight at him His eyes, knowing that he was confirming the truth, were black and purple.

"If you agree, the two of us will not interfere with each other. If you want to provoke, I will be willing to accompany you."

Feng Cheng was shaking, his left middle finger kept rubbing against the back of his index finger, which was his habit when he was thinking.Feng Fan knew that Feng Chengcheng would not really tear himself apart with him in order to kill Zhanchen. What he wanted was an exchange of benefits. He played these tricks not only to satisfy his perverted psychology, but also because he already suspected that Feng Fan knew about him. The secret of the past, just the appearance of Zhan Chen became a powerful lever to restrain him, so he wanted to force him to reveal the terms of exchange.

Feng Cheng is not a beast that is easily satisfied, using force will only make him more motivated, but at the price of following his intentions, Feng Fan will fall into a bloody storm again.

The two brothers each hold their own gates of life to make deals.