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"Lucas..." Leo threw his head back.

Lucas touched all parts of Leo's body with his hands: "I said it to make you comfortable."

Leo's breathing became heavier and his mind went blank.Lucas got up and unbuttoned his blindfold, Leo's eyes were a little out of focus, ethereal.

Both of them were very excited, the sound of chains hitting and body hitting accompanied by the sound of sex between the two, and the room was full of chaos.

When it was released again, Leo was a little exhausted, covered in sweat, and almost couldn't stand still.

"Let me go." Leo turned to look at Lucas.

It’s just that Lucas was still very excited, and raised the chain again until Leo’s arms were straightened again: “No, no, no, baby, how can you give up now? You are in the right shape.”

Leo looked at him amusedly: "What exactly do you want?"

"It's a little bit, a little bit." Lucas looked around, took out a utility knife from the toolbox, rinsed off the stains on it with water, wiped it clean with a paper towel, and came to Leo.

"What are you going to do?" Leo was frightened by him, and said loudly, "Don't mess around."

"Oh, baby, how could I be willing to hurt you." Lucas raised his left hand and scratched his palm with a knife, and blood gushed out immediately.Lucas raised his arms high, blood dripped on Leo's shoulders, and the blood slid down his body, and soon, Leo's chest was a bright red color.

"That's right, that's right!" Lucas picked up the black cloth that was thrown on the chair, tied up the wound indiscriminately, and started to draw with a pen.

Leo has no strength to refute Lucas' crazy behavior.In fact, as soon as Lucas picked up the paintbrush, he disconnected from the outside world, immersed in his own art world, his eyes and mind were filled with the lines and colors under his brush, and he turned a deaf ear to all sounds, only when Leo twisted his body, Frowning in displeasure, he said "don't move".

After an unknown amount of time, all the inspiration in his mind turned into colors on the canvas, Lucas let out a long breath, dropped his brush, and returned to reality.Looking up and seeing the bowed figure hanging from the chain, Lucas thought inwardly: "Leo?!"

After a few steps to Leo's side, Lucas supported his body with one hand and pressed the electric switch with the other.

"Baby, are you okay?" Lucas raised Leo's head and saw a pair of half-closed eyes, "Don't scare me." Lucas patted Leo's cheek.

Leo snorted softly: "Untie it."

Lucas quickly unscrewed the lock, released Leo's arms, held his armpits, helped him onto the bench, and took a cup from the table to feed him.

After drinking a few sips of water, Leo slowly recovered, turned his head and asked, "How is your hand?"

It was only then that Lucas remembered his knife wound, raised his left hand, and found that the cloth had been soaked in blood, and the blood dripped down along the palm of his hand, staining the sleeve of his left hand red.

"I'm fine." Lucas squeezed out a smile, raised Leo's arm, and there was a bruise on his wrist, "I'm sorry, I still hurt you, I..." Before the words finished, Lucas' eyes went dark, unconscious.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside.Lucas found himself lying on the hospital bed, with a blood bag hanging on the left, and Leo on the right, lost in thought.

"Leo." Lucas parted his parched lips, finding his voice hoarse.

"Drink water?" Leo reached for the water glass on the low cabinet, the white cloth wrapped around his wrist was very eye-catching.After helping Lucas to take a few sips, Leo put down the water glass, put a pillow on the back of Lucas's head, threw the phone on him, and said expressionlessly: "Lucas, you are crazy. Here you Call your family, I'm leaving."

After all, Leo turned and left, no matter how Lucas shouted behind him.

Raising his uninjured right hand and pinching the space between his eyebrows, Lucas turned on his phone and called Nathan: "Nathan, I've gotten into trouble again."

A few hours later, a dusty Nathan stood in front of Lucas: "If we don't see each other for a few days, you'll put yourself in the hospital." He pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, "Tell me, what happened this time?" disaster?"

Lucas's eyes flickered, his face shy: "I'm in love."

"My God..." Nathan was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his mouth, "And then? What does this have to do with going to the hospital?"

After finishing the story, Lucas looked at Nathan, waiting for an answer.Nathan pointed to Lucas: "You are lucky that he didn't punch you. Who?"

These words sent Lucas to hell all at once, and Lucas's face was ashen and defeated: "Just punch me. He must be very angry. He said 'crazy' and left. Nathan, I'm so useless, I'm sorry for him." Lucas bent down, covering his face with his hands and crying.

For a while, Nathan didn't know what to say, and asked the nurse if he could be discharged from the hospital. After completing the formalities, he took the wheelchair and pushed Lucas back to the car.Along the way, Lucas curled up on the seat, his eyes were dull, and he didn't respond to Nathan's question at all. When he got to the door, Lucas came back to his senses, opened the car door, and walked towards the cafe.

"Where are you going?" Nathan ran a few steps and followed.

"I'm going to apologize to him and beg him to forgive." Lucas murmured.

It's just that the door of the cafe was closed, and Lucas stood at the door in a daze.Nathan came over and put his arms around his shoulders: "Go home first, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Do you have his phone number?"

Lucas shook his head: "He didn't answer my call."

"Give him time to calm down." Nathan opened the door, helped Lucas take off his coat, changed his shoes, helped him sit on the sofa, went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, and handed it to Lucas.

"Did you not take your medicine on time? I think there is a lot of medicine left in the medicine box." Nathan put the medicine box on the coffee table in front of Lucas.

"Probably, I forgot." Lucas took off his shoes, put his hands on his knees, and curled up on the sofa, "It's all my fault, I was too careless and hurt Leo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so useless, I'm so useless..." As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Lucas, is his name Leo?" Nathan sat down beside him and asked softly.

"Yes, Leo, you are a very brave man who endured my torture all night." Lucas covered his face with his hands, choked up, "I'm a lunatic, and I locked him up for a night. I'm a lunatic, a lunatic."

Nathan sighed and stroked Lucas's hair: "Don't be so anxious, it's still early..."

"Already done."

Nathan was taken aback: "So fast?"

Lucas nodded slightly: "Upstairs."

Nathan stood up and walked upstairs. After a while, he came down with a painting and asked Lucas, "Is it this one?"

Lucas nodded: "Isn't he beautiful?"

Looking at the figure on the canvas, Nathan admired sincerely: "Yes, he inspired your most amazing talent. Lucas, you are so lucky."

"But, I hurt him. He won't forgive me." Lucas cried with his head in his arms.

Carefully placing the painting against the wall, Nathan shook his head looking at the grieving man. "Let's call Noah." Nathan stepped aside to make a call.

"It's me, Nathan. Lucas has a depression attack. He, in love... Yes, I didn't expect it either. You might as well come. Well, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Nathan made another call, "Come to Lucas."

After a while, the doorbell rang, Nathan went to open the door, and Mi Gao came up.Handing the painting to Mi Gao, Nathan said: "Lucas has an attack, and I can't leave. You go and deal with it, and then hand it over to Matisse. Do you know what to do?"

Mi Gao nodded, stretched his head to look at Lucas on the sofa, turned and left without saying a word.

Nathan came back and sat down beside Lucas, held Lucas in his arms, and said softly, "Leo walked into your heart again, should we celebrate, or..." He looked at the man in his arms, no longer speak.

"Target Feng Bowen, Feng Siyan's only son, 25 years old, currently living in Paris, suspected of assisting his father in transferring illegal income. Please investigate his movements in France. The attachment is detailed personal information."

"receive."

"Sailor, there is work to be done."

The author has something to say:

Necessary plots were forced to be cut...

I'll fix this part after I've been working on it for a few more years.