[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

For the next week, Jiang Yuran didn't see a psychiatrist. He was helping to take care of Shen Qian, not so much taking care of him as companionship.

Perhaps because of his injury, Shen Qian spent most of his time sleeping, and rarely even communicated with Jiang Yuran, unless there was any need, such as cutting blood to feed him, helping him to wash and go to the toilet.

Zhang Yu would bring food on time every day. Jiang Yuran asked him where the psychiatrist was, and he said that he had been strictly checking recently to prevent food and food from meeting each other.

Shen Mo never came to make trouble.

After a week of recuperation, Shen Qian's injury from the fall was basically healed, and the tissue that had been dug away from his eyes began to scab. He didn't ask Jiang Yuran to change his dressing again, because he changed and cried once.

The day was sunny, and Shen Qian accidentally didn't sleep during the day, but suggested that Jiang Yuran push him out for a walk. After coming for so long, Jiang Yuran didn't know the whole picture of the alien base, so he simply agreed.

The entire base is located in a mountain depression. The layout of the houses spreads out in a fan shape, surrounded by high walls, with dense groves, a training ground for alien guards, and a clear stream running through it. The environment is extremely quiet. , and even has an amazing name: Yao Chi.

However, compared to the Jiang family's [-]-acre manor villa, it was still a bit worse.

Jiang Yuran pushed Shen Qian to walk slowly along the creek, the sun was like crushed golden water, reflecting the sparkling water of the stream, spreading warmly on the two of them.

Shen Qian talked about the route all the way, and kept asking when he reached the stream, "Have you reached the end of the stream?"

"Not yet, are you in a hurry to urinate?" Jiang Yuran was a little confused, feeling that he was in a hurry, is there a toilet at the end of the stream?

"……no,"

Shen Qian didn't know how to explain, so he simply didn't ask any more.

After walking for about ten minutes, there was a small green forest in front of him, and there was only one road. Jiang Yuran thought it had come to an end, so he whispered in his ear and asked, "There is a forest in front, is it the end?"

"No, it's just past the forest."

"Oh."

The two walked through the grove with mottled lights and shadows, and at the end of the road, Jiang Yuran smelled the fragrance of flowers.

As soon as he got out of the forest, the mottled light spots re-spread into a dazzling splendor. He blocked his eyes out of instinct, and the moment he put down his hand, he looked up and saw a lake that was as bright as a mirror falling into the blue sky and white clouds. Swaying a sea of ​​flowers.

It is a white rose.

The pure white delicate flowers sway gently with the breeze among the verdant green leaves, and the exclusive floral fragrance of roses overflows in the air, refreshing.

"see it?"

The corners of Shen Qian's lips curled up slightly, and his voice was like a spring breeze.

Jiang Yuran was a little funny, roses are so common in his world, "You, don't you just want to bring me to see roses?"

"Um,"

Shen Qian stretched out his hand towards the place where the fragrance of flowers came, and touched the flowers with his pale fingertips. After touching a rose, he went down the flower branch and picked a delicate white rose, and handed it to Jiang Yu naturally. Ran, "For you, do you like white roses?"

Jiang Yuran: "?"

Why did he send me a rose?

Could it be that he sees me eating mushrooms every day, he sucks my blood and smells like mushrooms, and wants me to change the taste?

So tomorrow is rose mushroom porridge?

Shredded pork appeared in the air out of thin air, and the bird croaked twice: "Host, he didn't want you to change your taste, he is greedy for your body!"

Jiang Yuran: "?"

Fuck, isn't he showing love to me?

But I don't like him!

My mother is still waiting for me to go back and marry a wife!

If I refuse him rashly, will he be angry and bite me to death?

After deliberating for a while, Jiang Yuran did not go to pick up the rose, but said cautiously with a frown: "Brother, brother, although white roses are beautiful, I prefer red to white."

Shen Qian's hand handing the rose froze in the wind.

The sun was so dazzling that his pale skin seemed to be blurred, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment, and melt into the sea of ​​flowers swaying behind him with a touch of star brilliance.

Jiang Yuran suddenly regretted why he didn't answer?

Maybe he has no other intentions, but simply wants to send himself a rose?

He was hesitating whether to extend his hand to continue, but Shen Qian withdrew his hand.

"Oh, I see……"

He was dressed in a light-hearted dress, but his fingertips trembled slightly, and he held the rose in his arms in a helpless manner. His movements were very gentle, as if he was protecting a heart that would be broken if he was not careful.

For seven days, he stayed up for seven nights, and finally, in the dead of night, he asked Xiaoyi a stupid question: how to pursue the person he likes?

Xiaoyi's answer to him was: Maybe you can give him a rose.

He remembered that there were white roses growing all over the edge of Yaochi, and it was the season of blooming, so he came here in the dark in the middle of the night to make sure there were no blooms.

He is a blind man now, and it took him a lot of effort to get out of the room. He lost his eyesight, and he relied on feeling all the way, and almost fell into the smelly ditch halfway. Fortunately, he was met by the patrolling guards, so he didn't end up in a mess.

That's why I brought Jiang Yuran here with confidence today, but Xiaojieji said that he didn't like white roses.

He likes red roses!

I've never seen a red rose in my life!

So, is he rejecting me?

"Since you don't like it, let's go back."

It was the first time in his life to show his love to someone, but he was rejected. Shen Qian, who had never encountered such a blow, wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but his voice seemed to be swallowed and hoarse uncontrollably.

Jiang Yuran didn't know what was wrong with him, but he looked terrible anyway.

Killing the idea of ​​going to the lake to catch fish in the bud, he answered "Okay!" and quickly pushed the wheelchair back.

After returning back, Shen Qian didn't ask Jiang Yuran for blood, but just sat in the wheelchair holding the delicate white rose, basking in the sun coming in from the window in a daze.

Jiang Yuran felt that something was wrong with him, and asked him several times if he wanted to drink water, if he wanted to go to the bathroom, or if he wanted to sleep, but he always refused with a simple and powerful "no".

Jiang Yuran was not born to serve others. He always had the same attitude after asking him several times, so he didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He found out the cards that the psychiatrist brought back from that abandoned spot a few days ago, and played Doudizhu with himself. Playing with sleepiness, he simply tilted his head on the bed and fell asleep. After a while, he fell asleep.

Shen Qian heard his shallow breathing line accompanied by a slight sound, and called out in a deep voice: "Little cleanliness?"

Jiang Yuran slept soundly and didn't respond.

Shen Qian caressed the rose in his hand, turned his head and yelled a few more times, making sure that he was asleep, then revealed a pair of sharp canine teeth, and slowly brought his pale fingertips to his lips, the tips of his teeth stabbed lightly. Broken finger pulp, a drop of blood quickly overflowed.

Too pale fingertips, the red is so clear.

He was looking for incense, his thumb tip rested on the edge of the bite, and aimed at the white rose with precision. A drop of full, scarlet blood slipped quietly along the slender fingertip. With a sound of "Bang!", it scattered on the pure white rose. on the delicate petals.