Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng fell into an ice cellar, and Fu Nan slowly lifted the lid of the food box: "I brought you back fried chicken and stewed beef."

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Yufeng opened his mouth and realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse, and his eyes were filled with tears from the intense fear.

"What can I do with you?" Fu Nan's tone was full of helplessness: "I don't want you to cry, be good, eat."

He took the initiative to help Zhao Yufeng untie the chain, Zhao Yufeng was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp, and he couldn't think of any resistance.

The dirty chain was thrown aside, Fu Nan hugged Zhao Yufeng and fed him.Zhao Yufeng sat like pins and needles, eating mouthfuls, but forgot to swallow.

The brown sauce flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and Fu Nan dipped a little bit with his finger and put it in his mouth: "It's also delicious."

"Why don't you swallow it?" Fu Nan pinched his cheeks: "Isn't it to your liking?"

"It's okay not to eat well."

Fu Nan pressed the food in Zhao Yufeng's mouth with his fingers and pushed it in. The unchewed food pressed his throat, and acid water appeared in Zhao Yufeng's stomach, and he vomited uncontrollably.

There was a sour smell in the air, Fu Nan looked at the puddle of food residue on his clothes and was distressed: "This is really difficult."

Zhao Yufeng shrank back tremblingly: "I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know." Fu Nan put his arms around his waist: "Be careful, if you step back, you will fall."

"I'm sorry..."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, how could I be angry about such a trivial matter?" Fu Nan paused: "But you shouldn't have run away."

"When we're full, let's get down to business."

Fu Nan suddenly changed his expression, and dragged Zhao Yufeng into the bathroom by his hair: "Brother, I don't want to do this, but it's troublesome if you always think about running away. Remember today's lesson, okay?"

The flesh on Zhao Yufeng's back was worn away by the cement floor, and gravel mixed with dust got into the wound.

Fu Nan unscrewed the shower head, pointed it at Zhao Yufeng's face and rinsed it: "Hey, climb into the bathtub by yourself, I'm afraid I'll hurt you again."

Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to resist. His hands and feet were as soft as noodles, and the bathroom was full of water. He fell down twice before climbing in.

Blood and water mixed with sewage flowed into the drain hole.

The hot water soaked the wound white, and Zhao Yufeng wanted to congratulate the boss, but He Xiangyao didn't move a finger even if he got angry again.

Fu Nan knelt on the ground and carefully helped Zhao Yufeng clean the sand and stones in the wound: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Yufeng was like a puppy falling into the water, trembling pitifully: "It hurts."

"Remember?"

"remember."

Fu Nan took off the extra clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear, and stepped into the bathtub: "Be good in the future."

"Ah."

The water level slowly rose to Zhao Yufeng's chest, and the bruised wound was soaked in hot water. He sobbed and begged for mercy in a low voice: "I don't dare again."

"No way." Fu Nan hugged him into his lap: "Hey, don't talk anymore. If you talk again, I will soften my heart."

"I promise it's just this one time."

Fu Nan took out a pair of handcuffs, handcuffed Zhao Yufeng and himself together, and stared at the horrible wounds on their wrists with perfect eyes: "That's good."

The cold blade cut open the wound again, and blood quickly spread in the water.

The hot water prevented the wound from solidifying, and Fu Nan didn't seem to feel the pain, so he held Zhao Yufeng's hand and rubbed it slowly: "It's fine if we die like this, at least you are mine alone."

Zhao Yufeng broke down and cried loudly: "I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Brother, guess which of us will die first?" Fu Nan gently kissed the top of his hair: "It must be me, the wound on my wrist is deeper than yours."

The water in the bathtub had been dyed light red, Fu Nan rinsed Zhao Yufeng clean, and walked out of the bathroom with a hug.

It wasn't until he was wrapped in a bath towel that Zhao Yufeng relaxed a little bit. He clenched his lower lip, and his nose was also bright red.

Fu Nan held his cheeks and laughed loudly: "Just kidding, if you really want to die, I'll cut it vertically."

"Like this", Fu Nan held Zhao Yufeng's hand and drew a line from top to bottom. The position of that line just formed a cross with the current wound: "You can die if you cut vertically, and you will be troubled if you cut horizontally." Just for fun."

Zhao Yufeng was still afraid, and shrank into a ball, the cold air quickly took away the temperature of his body surface, his lips and face were so white that there was no trace of blood.

"I'll get the hair dryer, you change your underwear and pajamas yourself."

When Fu Nan really walked out, Zhao Yufeng stood stiffly for a while, hesitating between taking off or not.

The wet underwear was bitingly cold, and the water droplets on Zhao Yufeng's hair flowed down Zhao Yufeng's neck, and were finally absorbed by the soft bath towel.

Zhao Yufeng sneezed, and finally made up his mind, thinking: Anyway, he's not here, so it's okay to change.

The new pajamas, pajamas, and underwear were all hung on a hook. Zhao Yufeng put on the pajamas and saw the style of the underwear underneath.

The black translucent silk mesh underwear not only has the guns separated, but also has a palm-sized hollow on the back, which is exactly the one I saw a few days ago.

"Are you waiting for me to change it for you?"

Zhao Yufeng hurriedly wrapped his lower body with a bath towel: "No, I will do it myself."

"I see, it's so white." Fu Nan raised the hair dryer in his hand: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you back, if you haven't put it on after 3 minutes, I'll help you."

Frightened, Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly put on his underwear and pajama pants.

This set of pajamas and what Fu Nan was wearing should be couple outfits. They were fluffy, and there was a big pocket with ears on his stomach. Zhao Yufeng was small and thin, and he looked even petite after wearing them. He walked towards the bedroom one step at a time. Go, just bump into Fu Nan walking out.

"Good boy." Fu Nan picked him up horizontally, with a regretful tone: "Actually, I really want to change it for you."

Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to say a word, he pretended to be a quail cowardly, and let Fu Nan play with his hair.

Zhao Yufeng's hair wasn't too long, and it was blown dry quickly. Fu Nan carried him back to the bed: "I changed into new sheets and quilt covers, so don't make them dirty again this time."

"Ah."

"Want to watch TV?"

"think."

Fu Nan held the phone in one hand, and put the other hand on Zhao Yufeng's back. Zhao Yufeng lay on his chest, listening to the pounding heartbeat, and couldn't watch the TV at all.

Such a small one obediently lay on its stomach, making Fu Nan's heart go limp. He put his phone on the lazy holder, and took out a stack of medical gauze from the bedside table: "Hey, don't move, I'll help you heal the wound." wrap it up."

The wound on Zhao Yufeng's wrist was so soaked that it rolled to both sides. He was too timid to even look at it himself: "Easy... be gentle."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Fu Nan's movements were very gentle, as if he was handling fragile porcelain with care: "Don't press it while you're sleeping."

"Ah."

He hugged Zhao Yufeng and watched the series for a while, and waited for the hour hand on the wall to point to ten o'clock before sighing: "Hey, I can't accompany you tonight, I will come early tomorrow, there is a toilet at the foot of the bed, and a bedside table There are snacks and drinks in it, if you are hungry, you can take it yourself."

This time, he didn't lock all of Zhao Yufeng's limbs, but handcuffed Zhao Yufeng's right foot to the bedpost, and even left a mobile phone without a SIM card.

"It caches the TV you like to watch. If you are afraid at night, you can sleep with the light on."

Zhao Yufeng was afraid of the dark and ghosts, so after Fu Nan left, he huddled under the quilt, opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly.

Bad things are easy to happen in the dark and damp basement. There seem to be countless unjustly dead ghosts lurking in the surrounding darkness. Zhao Yufeng was frightened by his own brain power, turned on the phone, and turned the volume of the TV series to the maximum.

The battery of the mobile phone was slowly exhausted, the sound of the TV series was gone, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. It seemed that Zhao Yufeng was the only one left in the whole world. He opened his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall, expecting that Fu Nan would come back soon .

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Zhao Yufeng fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, the air was filled with the aroma of food, and he heard the sound of vegetables being fried in hot oil.

After a while, Fu Nan came in with two dishes.

The coffee table was slowly filled with vegetables, Fu Nan took off his apron, washed his hands before coming back and sitting by the bed: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry", Zhao Yufeng felt weak all over, he thought it might be the sequelae of excessive blood loss: "My back also hurts."

"I'll show you."

Fu Nan gently turned Zhao Yufeng over, and pushed his pajamas to the shoulder blades.

The exudate from some wounds and the pajamas were stuck together, but they were suddenly separated because of this movement. Zhao Yufeng cried out in pain: "It hurts... light..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm sorry", Fu Nan held him in his arms and coaxed him: "It will be fine soon."

Medicine was also applied to the wound on his back, Zhao Yufeng was sweating from the pain, and his face was wrinkled from crying.

Fu Nan picked him up like a child, patted his back to coax him, and waited for the crying to subside before starting to feed him.

What happened yesterday was still fresh in his memory. Zhao Yufeng still chewed and swallowed the food slowly while crying, until his stomach swelled slightly before he turned his head and refused: "I'm full."

Fu Nan touched his chubby belly: "Are you full, are you thirsty, would you like some orange juice? I bought fresh navel oranges, and the juice is very sweet."

Zhao Yufeng was afraid that if he said something wrong, it would drive Fu Nan crazy, so he could only nod his head in cooperation.

The squeezed orange juice was poured into a transparent glass by Fu Nan. He looked at Zhao Yufeng with a smile, untied the gauze on his wrist, and cut a cut on the freshly solidified wound as if nothing had happened.

The blood gushed out quickly, but he didn't think it was enough, so he squeezed his arms to force the blood to flow faster.

The orange juice has an extra layer of bright red on the surface.

Fu Nan pushed the cup and the knife in front of Zhao Yufeng together: "Now it's your turn."