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Ling Yan can't remember many things that day.

He only remembered his reckless confession, which was extremely embarrassing, brave only for a moment, but cowardly but thoroughly cowardly.He wanted to run away, but Qi Siming grabbed his arm and wouldn't let him go. Then, for some reason, Qi Siming pressed him on the carpet. He was numb, his whole body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Qi Siming touched him, he called pitifully, uh, ah, although he couldn't stand it across a layer of clothes. The hands seemed to be with a fire, where he passed.

The synaptic connection in his head was suddenly broken, and his whole brain was bubbling. Qi Siming licked his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth.

Qi Siming was fierce when he came in, feeling like he wanted to devour him, Ling Yan's tongue was numb from being sucked, and his whole body was trembling, he pushed him in horror, whining to express his resistance, Qi Siming changed tactics in the blink of an eye, Hold him tightly with one hand, lift his chin with the other hand, and gently comfort him with lips and tongue.

It was the first time Ling Yan kissed someone, he felt the ferocity of the person in front of him envelop him, his whole body was immersed in Qi Siming in all directions, he was short of breath, so nervous that he didn't even know if he was still breathing.

After a long time, Qi Siming finally let him go.Ling Yan didn't dare to look at him, his eyes wandered, Qi Siming could only call him softly.

"Ayan, look at me."

Ling Yan's lips were soft, and a tiny bit of light shone from his lips. He was like a deer surrounded by people and horses, his eyes were wet and bright, with bewildered ignorance and innocence, which attracted people wanting to capture him.Qi Siming took a breath, called him little ancestor, and unconsciously smiled.

He asked him, if I want you, will you give it?

Many years later, Ling Yan could always dream of that day.

That was their rare expression of affection. In the winter when he was 15 years old, he and Qi Siming hid in the warm and dim projection room, on the soft handmade carpet, and the short and passionate voice of the beloved boy in his ears softened him for many cold winters.

When they are together again for some very special reasons, it will be a long time later.At that time, they had been separated to the west and east, with different identities and standpoints. They made love and collided with each other with their own bodies. Every scene was a fight, fierce and sad.

At that time, Ling Yan still didn't understand very well. If he knew that the opportunity was missed, no matter how hard it was to get back, he would definitely nod without hesitation when Qi Siming asked him.

It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to come back again, he was tremblingly looking at him in Qi Siming's arms.

Although the young man was shy, his gaze was glued together like raindrops, as if there was some kind of magnetic field.

When he didn't speak, Qi Siming slowly lowered his head and bit his lips.

After a while, he got up from him, rubbed his head, and sighed helplessly, "Ah Yan, I'd better wait for you to grow up."

It was also that day, far away in the capital.

At noon, a white powdery substance was found in a package sent to the whip of the majority party. The parliament building was urgently blocked. The parliamentary proposal on Utopia originally scheduled for the afternoon was postponed due to force majeure. All Internet, radio and other communication networks were blocked. In order to prevent potential security threats, the chemical defense team dispatched in large numbers to inspect the entire building.Emergency services suspect the "unknown substance" to be fentanyl, a synthetic drug similar to heroin but far more potent and absorbed directly through the skin.The Secret Service has designated the matter as a "major incident", and multiple agencies are stepping up investigations.

This is the content of the news report, but what was not reported is that a high-level cabinet surnamed Ling was trapped in the office, was critically ill after being exposed to an unknown substance, and was sent to the intensive care unit.

Although Ling Yan disliked his parents' work, he had been exposed to it since he was a child, and he still had political sensitivity. Not to mention knowing everything he heard, he could infer other things from one fact, but unfortunately, he didn't see that report at all.

What he didn't know was that it was obviously not Thursday, but Qi Siming took the initiative to contact Doctor Yuan at night, and said nervously and shyly to the woman behind the screen: "I have something to tell you, I plan to talk to Ling Yan Together."

In order to avoid information cocoons, Ling Yan's Utopia has been specially set up so that it will not record his personal preferences, and will not display related pushes, so this news is perfectly avoided. Ling Yan's search records in those days were only these thing:

How to tell if a guy likes you.Will the relationship be stable with a three-year age difference?After the confession, does it mean that the other party agrees if he kisses actively?Can straight men kiss people of the same sex out of friendship?Why did the same sex stop halfway when they wanted to sleep with you?He said that when I grow up, does he dislike me for being young? Then we are considered together like this.

In the past few days, Wen Hui also came back. There were many cars and cars on the road in front of the house. Many people in black suits came to the house and said that they wanted to strengthen the communication system and security of the house. It's just that Ling Yan asked Ms. Wen, and Ms. Wen said that it was just a routine repair and upgrade, and told him not to worry.

At that time, Ling Yan was full of Qi Siming. To be honest, he was really not worried.He stared at the conversation interface with Qi Siming on Utopia boredly, thinking it was too much, and he didn't even send himself a message.

The little demon wandered into the bedroom and told him that Ms. Wen and the gentlemen in black had left. Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief and began to type the information impatiently.He told Qi Siming that he was sick and hoped he could come to see him. Qi Siming replied immediately and asked him what was wrong. What is he going to eat.

After saying this, Ling Yan was excited for no reason, but also a little shy. He first did thirty push-ups on the ground, thinking that he had a fever after all. I wrapped myself in the quilt, wanting to keep the temperature as if I was heartless.

When Qi Siming rushed into the room, he saw such a scene, Ling Yan was leaning against the head of the bed, with a little blush and sweat on his cheeks, smiling brightly at him.

With this appearance, it's not too much to say that he is elated, he doesn't look like he has the slightest fever, and he dares to salivate and ask him if he bought the cake?

Qi Siming stood where he was, didn't even step forward, and asked him back with a frown, "Have you taken your medicine today?"

Qi Siming's voice was cold, which meant he was unhappy.

Ling Yan was a little confused, afraid that he would offend the person in front of him.

In fact, he felt that he was in such a good mood these two days that he didn't need to take medicine at all, but he didn't dare to say that, and immediately called the little demon to bring in the medicine. He didn't even drink any water, so he chewed it twice before swallowing it.After swallowing it, he opened his mouth towards Qi Siming as if he had sold it, and stretched out a small piece of bright red tongue, signaling him to eat it.

In Greek, hermaphrodites are called hermaphrodites. This word is a derivative word derived from Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty.Ling Yan is this kind of beauty, indistinguishable between male and female, beautiful and seductive, the young man has not yet grown up, even the most troublesome mouth can't tell what's wrong with him, the skin alone can make all living beings fall.

Staring at Ling Yan's face, Qi Siming suddenly remembered that Beauty God has another derivative word, aphrodisiac, aphrodisiac.

"Ayan, I consulted with a psychiatrist a few days ago, and I want to tell you something." Qi Siming sat up, keeping an arm's distance from Ling Yan, with a serious expression on his face.

Ling Yan heard that the psychiatrist's mind was ringing alarm bells, and he felt that what he wanted to hear next might not be what he wanted to hear, so he rushed to show weakness, "I have a fever."

Qi Siming pressed his forehead helplessly, "Don't make trouble, Ah Yan, you are not hot."

Ling Yan was in a hurry, afraid that he would continue talking.He should have noticed it, but he must have been confused these few days. Qi Siming didn't take the initiative to contact him, which made it very clear.He grabbed his hand helplessly, unbuttoned his pajamas, and stretched that hand into his clothes, "I can't get it on my forehead, you touch me."

Naturally, he couldn't test it on his body, because he didn't have a fever at all.Ling Yan's quick wit at that moment was only enough for him to hold Qi Siming's hand, let him look at him, touch him, think about his well-being, and don't say anything to make him sad.

He is so white, his skin is like ivory, and it feels delicate and warm to the touch.

Qi Siming's heart beat hard, feeling like he was dying.

With his hands on his chest, his heart trembled, and he almost forgot what he wanted to say.

He forcibly turned his gaze back to Ling Yan's face, his fingers still hung on, feeling the beating of his heart under his skin.He asked him, "Have you ever thought that you don't like me at all, it's just empathy—you're sick, you can't tell the difference."

When he talked to Dr. Yuan Yiyuan about Ling Yan's confession to him a few days ago, she suddenly smiled and asked such a question: Suppose you have a high fever of 39 degrees and seven, do you think you can feel the emotion of love? How many?How much love can you give others when you have a high fever?

When a person is very depressed, it is difficult to feel and give love.

"Weak people can indeed feel the care of the other party, feel the psychological support given by the other party and the positive energy radiated, and he will appreciate you. But love, love can only be produced and felt by people with healthy body and mind-you really don't want it. If you think too much, it may be just a kind of emotional projection, not really liking you."

At that time, Yuan Yi smiled and showed him the data very professionally: "The health organizations of various countries have never said that "love is an effective method of treatment" for the treatment of mental disorders and depression, and there is no scientific proof that giving love can Help a loved one with a mental disorder come out."

Qi Siming turned his pen, and a small-screen terminal was in hand, and on the page was the exercise book Ling Yan had made for him.The exercise book is set to turn the page, and each question is marked on it, and the complete problem-solving ideas are also annotated for the difficult points.

He said to Yuan Yi: "I don't care if he is real or not, I just know that I like him very much."

But what did Yuan Yi say?

She asked: He is still so young, not to mention that his internal and external cognition has not yet matured, and he is still sick. What do you like about him?

Liking someone can mean liking his appearance, character, talent, even family background, but do you like these?He committed suicide twice, if there is a third time, can you really stop it?Can you really bear him living in his own world, his indifference and zero social interaction?Do you have harmonious and stable communication with him?Do you understand what is on his mind?If you want to fall in love with him, do you have heroic feelings, or do you really like him?

Depressed patients are slower than ordinary people to perceive positive emotions. Have you ever thought about what it means to have a mentally ill lover?Negative emotions will surround you like a magnetic field. There are countless examples of how many psychiatrists have become mental patients. When you are with him, you may pay for a long time but get no response-this is not just yours. Overwhelmed and frustrated by a person, it is very likely that in the end he will feel guilty because he has not been able to respond to you for a long time, and in the end both sides will suffer.

Maybe you like him now, but considering all this, do you really like him enough?