Why don't you follow the routine? [Putting through the book]

When Yan woke up, his vision was pitch black.

His head was still dizzy, and his limbs were limp and weak. After a long time, he finally remembered his purpose of coming here, and the very familiar and haggard face before he lost consciousness.

It seems that Gao Changling's life in the past three years has been really bad, otherwise how could he lose weight like that.

There was some noise in the distance, which made the surrounding quiet like stagnant water. Yan Qing struggled to get up, touched around in the darkness, and found that he was probably lying on a big bed, the curtains were tightly covered, and no light came in. , I don't know if it's day or night.

He wanted to lift the curtain and get out of bed, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the exit. Only then did he realize that Gao Changling seemed to have set up a barrier on the bed to lock him up.

Yan Qing sighed helplessly, and said in her heart, Master, I came here for you, and I was afraid that you would not want me. Now that I have finally met someone after all the hard work, can I run away by myself?

Just as he was slandering, the curtain suddenly lifted.

The candles were dimly lit outside, Yan Qing was so stabbed that she couldn't open her eyes for a moment, and she could vaguely see a black figure sitting on the bedside, seeming to be looking at him intently.

Yan Qing paused in her heart, and blurted out: "Master?"

Gao Changling remained silent, did not answer, did not move, and sat stiffly like a stone statue on the bedside.

The sight finally gradually became clear, Yan Qing looked intently, but was startled.

The Gao Changling in front of me is completely different from the master in my memory....

The glance before the coma was too short, Yan Qing only had time to feel sorry for the haggardness of the master, but couldn't take a closer look at the madness in his eyes. Now, Gao Changling is sitting in front of him, wearing black clothes like thick ink, with a frosty expression It was as cold as snow, but there was a fire in his eyes, raging and roaring, as if he was about to pounce on him.

If the Gao Changling he was familiar with before was the warm spring breeze in March, then the Gao Changling in front of him was the violent summer rainstorm. Now that the black clouds are overwhelming the city, there is only one chance before the storm will overwhelm the sky.

Yan Qing was shocked and didn't know how to speak, but Gao Changling took a deep breath, as if suppressing something, and then said to him: "Are you hungry? Eat something."

After saying that, Gao Changling got up and went to the table to bring a tray with some delicate porridge and side dishes.

Yan Qing subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but when he stretched out his hand, it was blocked by the barrier. Gao Changling didn't seem to want to let him out, so he sat down with his hem up, put the tray on the bedside cabinet, picked up the bowl, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, and carefully Blow it to cool down and bring it to Yan Qing's mouth.

At first he wanted to refuse, but seeing Gao Changling's unpredictable expression at this moment, Yan Qing still kept silent, and obediently let Gao Changling feed him.

After eating a bowl of porridge in silence, Gao Changling even gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then put away the bowls and chopsticks and put them back on the table.

"No one will come in here, you can stay here for a few days, and I will take you out after I make arrangements." Gao Changling said lightly, but he didn't even look at Yan Qing, turned around and was about to go out.

"Master!" Yan Qing quickly stopped him, "You...you don't have anything, do you want to ask me?"

Gao Changling was nailed to the spot, his back was stiff, and his sleeves moved slightly, as if he had clenched his fist.

Yan Qing anxiously waited for his reaction. After waiting for a long time, Gao Changling said softly: "No need."

Yan Bi went out alone, leaving Yanqing messy on the bed alone.

In the next few days, Gao Changling would come over on time to deliver three meals a day, but with that deserted face, no matter how Yan Qing spoke up, he couldn't get him to say a few more words, or even get him to look at him more .

How had Gao Changling ever given him such cold treatment before?Yan Qing inexplicably felt a little aggrieved, but when she thought that she had made him suffer these three years in vain, she couldn't help but feel guilty. After much deliberation, her chest was mixed with sourness and guilt, and she didn't know what to do.

On this day, Gao Changling came to deliver lunch again. As soon as Yan Qing heard his footsteps, she immediately rolled out of bed and sat down at the table to wait—he is now a mortal, and it is inconvenient to stay in bed all the time. He expanded the barrier to the entire room and let him walk freely in the room—after a while, Gao Changling pushed the door open and entered with a food box in his hand.

"Master." Yan Qing called him.

Gao Changling didn't seem to have heard of it, so he came in and put the food on the table, "Let's eat." His tone was flat, without any ups and downs.

"Master!" Yan Qing said loudly, got up and hugged him by the waist, fearing that he would escape again with excuses, so he simply smashed the can, "Master, I know you are angry with me. I was wrong. You hit me and scolded me!" It's all good, just don't...don't ignore me..."

The ending trembled slightly, already in a crying tone, Gao Changling trembled, and sighed indiscernibly, "I... don't blame you."

"Don't lie to me, you are obviously angry." Yan Qing murmured softly, suddenly her heart broke, she raised her head and grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Gao Changling was caught off guard by the kiss, he was at a loss for a moment, his hands subconsciously caressed Yan Qing's back, as if to push him away, or to rub him into his arms.

After being dazed for a moment, Yan Qing took advantage of him. Just when Yan Qing wanted to go further, Gao Changling quickly pushed him away as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The two hurriedly separated, Yan Qing's face was still blushing, and she was as delicate as a spring peach or plum, Gao Changling's heart trembled fiercely, he turned and left.

Seeing that he was about to leave again, Yan Qing rushed forward and hugged him, "Master, don't leave! I admit that you beat me and punished me, and I promise that I will never hide anything from you in the future. Don't..."

Gao Changling's face was gloomy, he broke away from Yan Qing's embrace, and walked away quickly.

The door slammed shut, Yan Qing stared blankly at Gao Changling's back disappearing behind the door, and finally couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

I despise him so much, Gao Changling is afraid that it is true, and will never forgive him again.

However, at the same time, in a corner outside the door that Yan Qing couldn't see, Gao Changling was leaning against the wall dejectedly, listening to the soft sobbing inside the wall, trembling with red eyes.

No, no, you can't force him away a second time...

Black desires were churning in his heart, clamoring to rush in and whip and tear people apart, but he just trembled, reaching out to hold the pendant on his chest tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Gradually, the sound in the house gradually disappeared, and Gao Changling also returned to calm.

He fixedly stared at the door, with dark and complex eyes, for a long time, he let out a long sigh, and left feeling disappointed.