stop, don't move

Seeing the empty hospital bed, Wen Shiyan panicked again, even more scared than this morning.

Qiao Le heard Wen Shiyan calling his name, and sent Wen Shiyan a message with trembling hands.

——Mr. Wen, you go back, give me one night, and I will definitely be able to adjust the state of my lover.

He was too arrogant, he accepted Wen Shiyan's kindness to him as a matter of course, and he was immersed in his tenderness, but he forgot that his identity was a lover.

A person who can sell his body for money and doesn't want anything, and he has to foolishly maintain that self-esteem in front of Wen Shiyan, maybe last night is what he should really face.

He should be like everyone in a group of mistresses, desperately trying to please the benefactor and put his preferences first.

Wen Shiyan looked at the information on the phone, looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the bathroom. Wen Shiyan went over to twist the latch, and found that it was locked.

"Lele, are you in? Come out."

Wen Shiyan patted on the door and shouted inside, but silence answered him.

The sound of knocking on the door made Qiao Le feel deafening. He didn't turn on the light, and he could clearly see the tall shadow from the door. Qiao Le tightly covered his ears, staring at the door with ferocious eyes, afraid that the person would come down. Seconds will rush in.

Wen Shiyan patted on the door for a while to no avail, and stopped. He stood at the door and called softly: "Lele, can you hear me? Let's talk like this first, shall we?"

"If you can hear me, give me a response."

The phone rang quickly, and Wen Shiyan looked down at the message.

—I can hear you.Can you turn off the light?I'm... afraid of you, sorry.

Wen Shiyan went to the bed and turned off the light. The whole ward was plunged into darkness, and Wen Shiyan walked to the door of the bathroom again.

"Lele, I apologize to you again. I was drunk yesterday. I said those words and did those things to you. I promise you that there will be no next time."

"I never thought of trampling on your dignity, and I never regarded you as a humble lover."

"In my eyes, you are very unique. Since the first meeting, I have been thinking how much I would like you without the appearance of Qiao Shan's 300 million yuan. But you should understand how much you have been getting along these days. Yes, I like you."

Wen Shiyan's voice was very low, he was afraid of scaring the person in the bathroom, he said these words that he had never told others, like telling a story, the tenderness in his tone was beyond his imagination arrived.

The phone rang suddenly, and the word "Qiao Le" stood out very brightly in the dark, and Wen Shiyan quickly swiped to answer it.

"I... I am not qualified."

Qiao Le's hoarse voice was stained with confusion.

"I... I took advantage of your kindness to me and threatened you to pay off my debts... I wanted to leave from the first day I lived in your house, and I thought it would be best if you didn't want to touch me... People like me Shouldn't it be disgusting?"

Ever since he moved into city A, Qiao Shan beat and scolded him every day. As his only family member, he gave him endless loathing. When he entered the school, his classmates also showed the greatest indifference and disgust. Even himself sometimes I hate myself for being like trash.

"Why? I should disappear..."

Qiao Le seemed to have suddenly suffered from hysteria, and he kept asking himself, the darkness seemed to swallow him and integrate him into one.

"Lele!" Wen Shiyan felt bad in his heart, and kept calling Qiao Le's name, "Qiao Le! You are very good, no one dislikes you, you have many friends, Duan Yi, Lu Yifan, you and me , Lele, Wen Shiyan is by your side!"

"Boss Wen..."

Qiao Le seemed to wake up a little because of Wen Shiyan's voice, and repeated in a low voice.

"Call my name, call Wen Shiyan."

"... Yan... Shi Yan," Qiao Le repeated in a low voice, and suddenly let out a piercing scream, full of fear and trembling, Wen Shiyan turned on the light in the ward, only to see the darkness in the bathroom, Qiao Le Le's screams have not stopped, which is frightening.

Wen Shiyan suddenly remembered that there was a window on the other side of the bathroom. Wen Shiyan ran out of the ward, only to find that the window was also locked. Qiao Le's cry made him even more anxious, for fear that he would do something to hurt himself.

More and more people were attracted by the cry. The nurse ran downstairs to look for a wrench. Wen Shiyan looked around. A patient who was using an armpit crutch also ran over to watch the excitement. Wen Shiyan snatched his crutch , smashed a small hole by the window, stretched his hand in and unlocked the window, leaving a faint layer of blood on the tip of the irregular hole.

Wen Shiyan opened the window and saw Qiao Le tearing his hair, his face full of pain, his hoarse throat completely unable to make a sound, Wen Shiyan turned on the light, and hugged Qiao Le in his arms.

Qiao Le's hands were still tearing at his hair, shaking his head desperately, and kicking his feet, Qiao Le lowered his head in horror, Wen Shiyan finally knew why Qiao Le was in such pain.

Qiao Le's light-colored trousers were covered with wet spots, and the color in the middle of the trousers was darker.

Jole is incontinent.

How embarrassing this is for Qiao Le, it is almost unimaginable. The darkness made him feel scared, but as an adult, he suddenly suffered from incontinence, which completely broke down the nervous Qiao Le .

People outside watched the scene from the window, they couldn't see the details inside, they only saw two men embracing each other, Qiao Le only felt that those gazes were like countless sharp swords, and they were about to pierce his own flesh and blood.

Wen Shiyan hugged Qiao Le tightly in his arms, and coaxed him in a low voice. Qiao Le finally calmed down slowly, trembling like a wounded cub, with his face deeply buried in his chest, snuggling he.

Wen Shiyan turned on the shower on the side, drenched himself and Qiao Le thoroughly, drove away the doctor and others, and then carried Qiao Le back to the bed in the ward.

"It's okay, they're all gone, I'll help you change your clothes."

Wen Shiyan locked the door of the ward and looked at Qiao Le softly. The latter clutched the waist of his trousers, not knowing what to do.

"Lele, it's okay. No one knows what happened just now. After changing our clothes, we'll leave the hospital directly."

Qiao Le's hand pinching the waistband of his trousers was slowly released by his side, just staring at Wen Shiyan blankly.

Seeing the man gently helping him take off his clothes and drying his body with a towel, his expression was so focused, and there was a faint smile on his mouth, and before he knew it, a tear slipped in Qiao Le's eyes.

Wen Shiyan dried Qiao Le's body carefully, his eyes paused for a moment on the bruises that spread across Qiao Le's legs, and his movements became more gentle.

"Lele, let's end this relationship."