Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

The moonlight was hazy, and the foggy light was reflected into the house from the window.

it hurts...

i hurt so much...

Song Yanchen tried his best to stretch out his hand to break free, but all his resistance was like a catfish pinned to the chopping board, just flicking its tail, to no avail.

Help.....

Song Yanchen cried, crying very loudly, tears bursting out of his eyes, tears stained his face and wet his hair.

He watched the sky turn from white to black, and even smelled the smell of blood in the air.

I want to die...

Song Yanchen's face was pale, like a broken porcelain doll, without a trace of vitality.

His struggle from the beginning gradually turned into a numb bear.

I want to pass out...

Time passed by little by little, and I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was because of hunger, or maybe it was because of weakness, Song Yanchen closed his eyes, and his head fell directly into the pillow, completely passed out.

At this moment, Song Yanchen was as beautiful as a ceramic beauty, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he had no vital signs, soft as if he had no bones, and his face was completely pale.

as quiet as a corpse...

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"woke up?"

Song Yanchen opened his eyes in a daze. The female doctor was standing on his hospital bed, skillfully changing a bottle of glucose for him.

At this moment, he is like a broken puppet, the sunlight coming in from the window shines on his face, as if it is gilded with a circle of gold.

"...I, why am I here..." Song Yanchen moved his throat with difficulty, his speech was very weak, his pale face looked like he was going to pass out again in a second.

The female doctor glanced at him with a serious expression, and explained, "How did you faint, don't you remember?"

Song Yanchen's eyes were slack, his sluggish brain was like a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time, and his expression was slightly bewildered. The next second, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain as if being pricked by a needle, and he hurriedly held it down. His temples suddenly tightened his brows.

In an instant, countless pictures flashed across his brain, and the chaotic fragments were arranged freely, slowly awakening his memory before he passed out.

Song Yanchen's face suddenly turned pale.

It's all blood...

The female doctor could see all his micro-expressions, and her complexion was not too good. She handed the side report to Song Yanchen with a serious tone, "Here is your physical report..."

Song Yanchen's expression froze slightly.

As she said that, the female doctor turned her eyes away and said earnestly, "It's really embarrassing for a boy to go through this kind of thing..."

It would be really difficult for those wounds to be understood by those who didn't know a little bit about the business, and these marks were too heavy to be voluntary at all.

"If you need to call the police..."

Before the female doctor could finish speaking, Song Yanchen interrupted her and asked eagerly, "Who sent me to the hospital?"

The female doctor paused, pondered for a moment, and recalled the scene of Song Yanchen being carried into the hospital.

It was a man dressed all in black. He carried him into the hospital tremblingly. His face was sickly white, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Like a lion about to go mad, the facial contours twitched from time to time, making the whole person look extremely eerie and terrifying.

He hugged the young man in his arms anxiously, as if someone had touched his scales, violent and collapsed, he kept mumbling to himself, saying "I'm sorry."

At that time, she only glanced at the other party, and felt the indescribable coldness in the other party's eyes, holding her baby tightly like a calf.

It can be said that it is not difficult to guess the relationship between two people with just one glance.

Thinking of this, the female doctor glanced vaguely at Song Yanchen's pale, twisted face.

I'm afraid it's not because my lover has encountered such a thing, that's why I'm so crazy.

The female doctor made up a big show by herself.

After deliberating for a long time, the female doctor was afraid that she might make a mistake, so she could only reply vaguely, "It should be your friend, a tall and strong man,"

It's that pervert......

As soon as he heard it, Song Yanchen knew who the doctor was talking about.

Thinking of what happened before he fainted, he was immediately speechless, his face turned pale, and tears welled up in his eyes.

It hurts so much...

It hurt so much that he almost thought he was going to die...

The female doctor glanced at Song Yanchen, who had an ashen complexion, cleared her throat, and said with a complicated expression, "Although your injury is not serious, it won't heal for a while."

As she said that, the female doctor did not forget to add, "You have been given painkillers now, but the effect of the medicine has not worn off, and you still can't move. You should take a good rest now and go through the discharge procedures in a few days."

No wonder I'm so dizzy, I don't have much strength yet...

Song Yanchen seemed to wake up from a dream, and he seemed a little at a loss.

He moved his voice and asked awkwardly, "...Where did the man who sent me to the hospital go?"

The female doctor didn't hide it, she said truthfully, "He left early."

After finishing speaking, the female doctor was about to leave the room. As soon as she walked to the door, she seemed to think of something again, turned around, and sighed, "If you need anything, just press the bell next to it, and a nurse will come help you."

Song Yanchen moved his lips, his skin was still dry, his tone was extremely light, and he said gratefully, "...Thank you doctor."

The female doctor sighed and walked out of the room silently.

Seeing the back of the female doctor leaving, Song Yanchen leaned against the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes, thinking about the details before he fainted.

Song Yanchen's brain was like an old projector, countless clips flashed through it, and his eyes were in a daze for a moment.

The pervert in that state yesterday was really scary...

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen shrank his shoulders for no reason.

The more he thought about it, the more flustered Song Yanchen became. He stared at the white ceiling, his nose was slightly sore, and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

This is the first and only time.

The pervert treats him like this...

What Song Yanchen, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice was that his shadow was wrapped around his limbs silently as if being hugged by something.

The movement was very light, even a little cautious.

The black shadow pressed against Song Yanchen's skin silently, like a child who did something wrong, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Song Yanchen seemed to feel something, and his whole body trembled.

His pupils trembled, his eyeballs turned accordingly, his breathing became rapid, he kept looking around, his tone suddenly rose, and he spoke with breathlessness and weakness, "Is it you! Are you next to me! "

Men dare not speak.

Song Yanchen's small face was about to wrinkle, grievance and pity were written all over it, tears were about to burst out of his eyes immediately, "You are talking! Why are you ignoring me! Don't think I don't know that you are right next to me!"

The air is deadly still, leaking through fingers as silently as fine sand.

Still no one answered.

Song Yanchen couldn't hold back his grievances any longer, tears streaming down his face.

He is not unwilling, nor is he afraid of pain.

Except for that one time yesterday, he actually enjoyed the rest of the time.

Strange to say, even though this happened at this moment, Song Yanchen didn't resent the other party because of it.

Maybe it was a fact that he didn't even dare to admit.

------That is, when he was in a difficult situation countless times, there was such a being who kept saving himself, and it was difficult for him not to be moved.

-------Even if he knows that the other party is not human at all.

The man looked at Song Yanchen, who was weeping silently, with a look of pain on his face, and he withdrew his outstretched hand.

He gently leaned against Song Yanchen's pillow, stared closely at the other person, as if he had a thousand words to say, and then silently approached Song Yanchen's ear.

Finally, the man moved his mouth, but did not make a sound, 'Will you still fall in love with me? '

The tips of Song Yanchen's ears trembled slightly, and goosebumps rose up on the skin under his ears as quickly as lightning could cover his ears. He turned his head suddenly and looked aside, his slender eyelashes fluttered and trembled, stained with tears.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a silent sigh in the air.

'sorry......'

All oppressive feelings disappeared at this moment.

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: Blackening failed.

Xiao Song: Why don't you die? !

Moubai: Don’t ask why this chapter doesn’t have [-] words, it’s cut out!

感谢在2022-03-1312:05:00~2022-03-1412:21:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Yuan Yang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!