Lu Chen wearily unbuttoned the two collar buttons, he took off the jacket of the handmade suit, casually threw it aside, and kicked off the leather shoes with his feet.He was lying on his back against the head of the bed, his face was very heavy, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked a bit decadent.

Throughout the night, Xia Jiaoyang never said a word to him except for the cold 'go out' when they met.Lu Chen turned his head and looked at Xia Jiaoyang's side face for a while, his throat twitched, seeing that she still didn't respond to him, he reached out to touch Xia Jiaoyang's hand on the quilt, and found that she didn't run away , stretched forward a little more, took Xia Jiaoyang's hand, turned it over, and finally interlocked his fingers.

Throughout the movement, there was no sound.

But the moment Lu Chen reached out to touch Xia Jiaoyang's fingertips, Xia Jiaoyang's heart was already full of emotions.

She remembered the previous dream again, when Lu Chen held his hand for the first time when he was a child, it was like this.At first, he touched her carefully, and then he dared to approach after observing her reaction.

Xia Jiaoyang suddenly thought, if a person is so cautious about holding your hand, what about love?How much courage does it take to dare to love her?

Xia Jiaoyang seemed to have been touched by something, his little finger trembled twice, and he turned his head to look at Lu Chen in confusion.

Lu Chen felt very uncomfortable. Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him, he forced a smile and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xia Jiaoyang came back to his senses and lowered his eyes.

Does it hurt?

What does it hurt?What about the back of the hand?Or heart?

Looking at Xia Jiaoyang's cold eyes again, Lu Chen's heart felt like a knife, and he smiled bitterly. It turned out that she became cold, that's how it was.

He finally learned a lesson.

Not to mention that Xia Jiaoyang was indifferent to him, even if Xia Jiaoyang wanted to gouge out his heart with a knife, Lu Chen wanted to get close.

Who made myself guilty|cheesy?

The guilty | cheap hurt her, and the guilty | cheap posted it.

Lu Chen sighed, sat up resignedly, pulled Xia Jiaoyang into his arms, and leaned her head on his shoulder, "It must be very painful, right, you are most afraid of pain."

"..." So you still remember that I am afraid of pain?Xia Jiaoyang's eyes changed a few times, and he ignored him.

Lu Chen didn't seem to be surprised by Xia Jiaoyang's silence, nor did he feel embarrassed, so he continued on his own, "I'm in pain too, Yang Yang, my heart is in pain."

"..."

"You can hurt me in any way, but you can't choose to hurt yourself, understand?"

"..."

"Tomorrow...can you eat obediently? I won't let them give you an injection. I'm very sad to see your injection."

"..."

He finished speaking, but he didn't wait for Xia Jiaoyang's answer. She was quiet and didn't say a word.Lu Chen's heart felt like it was being crushed. She treated him indifferently, it would be better to just give him two knives.

****

"Do you hate me?" Xia Jiaoyang suddenly asked in a space where the other person could be heard breathing quietly. Her voice was very soft, dry and hoarse.

"Huh?" Lu Chen looked sideways slightly, and looked at Xia Jiaoyang strangely. She finally talked to him, but what was she talking about without thinking?

Lu Chen looked as if he was trapped by a nonsensical sharp turn, that expression of inexplicable surprise was so cute, Xia Jiaoyang suddenly smiled with some relief, "I mean when you were young, did you hate me? "

You went to a strange country because of me, far away from your family, with a language barrier and no friends.In a daze, I gave up again, so as to experience the filth that shouldn't appear in your life.

Luchen, do you hate me?

After many years, when the boy who was not as tall as her back then had grown into a man who could hurt her just by using his strength, Xia Jiaoyang finally remembered to ask him this late question.

Luchen, do you hate me?

hate it?

Lu Chen thought for a while, lowered his head, and smiled like a shy child, "No."

When I’m not with you, I plan how to get back to you every day. I train desperately during the day, and I dream of you at night.Sometimes I'm too tired, I don't see you in my dream, and I spend all my rest time thinking about you the next day, recalling your smiles, and the few words you said to me.

I'm so busy, how can I have time to hate you.

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