black fake love

"I can only do it between twelve and seven in the morning, is that okay?"

"Well...deal."

Li Wei is not used to it, usually he is in charge of the entire transaction, but for Li Ye he has no other better way, he has no bargaining chip and can only compromise.

Han Shuo is a robot, he is more cold-blooded according to Li Wei's temperament, and has no emotion at all except the people in Li Wei's blood and memory.At this moment, what he was worried about was whether he could meet Li Wei's request, not where the cruel wound came from or any humane treatment.

Han Shuo imitated Li Wei's preferences from his blood. He should have thought that Li Wei was at a disadvantage in this deal, but such a shrewd chairman would be willing to suffer.He should have thought a long time ago that the source of these hideous and terrifying wounds was either Li Wei or someone he wanted to protect even if he died.He should have thought of it... Maybe he could prevent Curly's death and Shen Yi's departure.

Opening his eyes again, he saw the familiar ceiling again, and Shen Yi looked helplessly at the man who was also sitting in front of the computer desk, feeling pain in the back of his neck.

"...Did you knock me out?"

"Ah... scare me, don't make a sudden noise, okay?"

Yin Hanfan turned around, and the wheels of the black chair rubbed against the ground, making a unique wooden sound.He took off his glasses, put his big hand on Shen Yi's forehead, frowned and said

"I still have a little fever, please take medicine after eating."

"no appetite."

"You should sit in front of the emergency room all day and tell me if you want to die or not."

"...Don't preach to me, old man."

Yin Hanfan's face was instantly covered with black lines, trying his best to maintain the basic professional ethics of a doctor.

"Although I am a surgeon, my minor is psychology. I can help you with counseling."

"Get out."

"...Shen Yi, I don't know what happened to you. I won't force you to tell, but it's impossible for me to watch you die."

Shen Yi lowered his eyes, looked down at the quilt and didn't speak.

Yin Hanfan sighed helplessly, picked up the bowl that was still smoking hot on the table, put it to his mouth and blew, then moved closer to the bloodless lips of the man on the bed, and waited patiently for him to speak.

Shen Yi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale and slender hands were hanging powerlessly aside.He glanced at the man beside him, and opened his mouth slightly.

"Eat obediently, there are still many in the kitchen."

"You don't know how to cook this, do you?"

Shen Yi's contemptuous eyes instantly made Yin Hanfan blush, and at this moment he was desperately suppressing the urge to crush this uncertain boy.

"I can eat myself, go to work, life idiot."

"You bastard...remember..."

Yin Hanfan reluctantly went to the computer desk and sat down, gnashing his teeth to continue the unfinished medical records.The person on the bed turned on the TV indifferently, and ate porridge at a snail's pace.

"Ding dong!"

"Who, I'll open the door, don't run around."

The crisp electric ringtone mixed with the noise of the TV was almost drowned out, Shen Yi didn't even raise his eyes, and continued to turn the remote control aimlessly.

"Que, you really treat me like a child..."

After a while, when the news anchor reported another violent social incident, the door was suddenly slammed open.

"Little Yi!"

The white shirt on Han Shuo's body was stained with blood, and it was torn in several places, making him look a little embarrassed.Shen Yi turned his eyes sideways, staring at the TV screen, and tightened his hands under the quilt.

"What are you doing here?"

"Xiao Yi, things are not what you think."

"... "

"Your body is already very weak, and the blood I need..."

"Don't say it's for me, I don't feel it at all."

"Xiao Yi, I really like you."

"...Go away, I don't want to see you."

Han Shuo was like a dog abandoned by his master, his eyes were full of grievances and injuries, but he still retreated quietly.

"Aren't you going to have a good talk with him?"

"none of your business."

"...I'm going to work tomorrow, can you take care of yourself?"

"If you cook porridge and put it in the refrigerator, I probably won't die."

"Oh, good, remember to heat it with an electric pan."

Yin Hanfan stretched out his hand and made Shen Yi's hair look like a bird's nest, and his habitual warm smile made Shen Yi suddenly feel that he overlapped with Han Shuo.

"Don't touch my head, I'm not a child."

"Yes, yes, I forgot, you are a 70-year-old man."

"...Go get some food."

"Difficult patient."

As soon as Shen Yi woke up, he smelled a strong and pungent rust smell, and he walked to the next room following the smell.

Han Shuo was half leaning against the corner of the room covered in blood, his face was as white as paper, and his scratched wrist was still bleeding.

"...how are you still here?"

Han Shuo raised his head slightly, his deep eyes looked at Shen Yi wearily.

"Xiao Yi...you are finally willing to look at me directly."

"...What are you doing"

"Little Yi..."

"I asked what you were doing!"

Shen Yi roared helplessly, the hand holding the wooden door trembled slightly and hurt.

"... Throw away Li Wei's blood, and you won't have any feelings for him..."

"Then what?"

"Then we can...like before, okay..

"It's useless, his blood has completely seeped into your body."

Shen Yi bit his lip. He knew that Han Shuo must be enduring great pain right now, and he knew how many nerves were densely packed in his hands.

"I know... But what if I don't try it... Otherwise... you can change it for me..."

Han Shuo's weak voice was full of longing, and he stretched out his left hand to Shen Yi, but he couldn't grab anything.

"...why should I replace it with a new one for you, if so, wouldn't it be faster for me to redo one"

Han Shuo shook violently, his body trembling.

"...Little Yi...you, don't you love me?"

"... "

"We held hands...you are not allowed to abandon me..."

Shen Yi frowned, the beauty and happiness he once had were too short, so he could always remember them deeply.

"Han Shuo, what kind of flower is this?"

"Well... it's an iris."

"iris…"

"Its flower language is the messenger of love."

Han Shuo's eyes were so hot that he lost everything.

"Han Shuo, do you know another flower language of irises?"

"What…"

"Desperate love."

Han Shuo lowered his head, sitting there quietly like a lifeless doll, letting the blood flow slowly.

Shen Yi didn't speak, just stood at the door, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Blood is Han Shuo's energy source, maybe if it keeps flowing like this, Han Shuo will die.

Shen Yi suddenly felt a little scared.

He walked over and squatted beside Han Shuo, and when he stretched out his hand to touch his face, Han Shuo raised his head, the despair in his eyes made Shen Yi palpitate.

"Xiao Yi, you know what?

When you still love me, I can only see you;

But when you don't love me, I will let you only see me. "

The irises are dying, and what could be called sweet love between them may be officially declared dead.