I ate soft rice in those years

The sunlight outside fell on Yu Qin's pale skin on the carpet through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He took off all his clothes and went into the bathroom.

The tub was filled with cold water, and he dipped himself into it, pulling out a knife.

Yu Qin raised the corner of his mouth and looked at his wrist with a sneer.

The fresh blood dripped down drop by drop.

He took a picture of his wrist with his mobile phone and sent it to Chu Wenlin.

After sending out, he lay on the bathtub with his head up, and let go of his hand.

The phone fell into the water with a splash.

Chu Wenlin was on the road, when he heard the ringing of the bell, he opened it and sat up immediately, "Stop the car."

"What's wrong?" Fu Jun parked the car on the side of the road and looked at him.

Chu Wenlin didn't have time to answer, he called Yu Qin, but no one answered.

Seeing his expression, Fu Jun glanced across his screen and guessed, "It's Yu Qin?"

"Yes." Chu Wenlin flicked his hair, relaxed, and apologized to Fu Jun, "Sorry, I might not be able to go today." He opened the car door as he spoke.

"Are you really going?" Fu Jun looked at him seriously.

For someone like Yu Qin, he knew very well that as long as Chu Wenlin went this time, Yu Qin would never let go.

Chu Wenlin pursed his lips, nodded affirmatively, and got out of the car under Fu Jun's complicated eyes.

Chu Wenlin immediately called Zhu Weimin after getting off the car, "Where is Yu Qin now?"

"Chu Wenlin? Are you going?"

"Yes, tell me quickly."

"Clear Water Bay."

Fu Jun looked at his anxious back, lit a cigarette, shook his head and said to himself with a smile, "Sure enough, there is still no fate."

Soon Chu Wenlin arrived at Yu Qin's house in Qingshuiwan.

When he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door was ajar.

He walked in quickly and pushed open the bathroom door.

In the bathtub, Yu Qin lay quietly in the water with his eyes closed, his face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person, his lips were even paler without a trace of blood, and the gauze wrapped around his waist was floating on the water.

Chu Wenlin hurriedly stepped forward to check Yu Qin's breath, and when he found that he was still alive, he was about to hug Yu Qin, but he suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

"Yu Qin?" Chu Wenlin was startled and backed away, but was pulled and fell into the bathtub.

The icy water splashed everywhere, Yu Qin put his arms around Chu Wenlin's neck, and leaned close to him.

"Worried about me?" Yu Qin pressed against Chu Wenlin's lips, his voice hoarse.

He laughed, lowered his voice, and sneered with red eyes, "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide. If I die, I will drag you along."

Chu Wenlin didn't make any movements, and let Yu Qin hug him without responding.

Gradually, Yu Qin's smile faded, and the two sat in the cold bathtub, facing each other silently.Yu Qin was not afraid that Chu Wenlin would hate him, but now Chu Wenlin didn't give him any reaction, he just felt a chill rushing up, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He seemed to have lost all his strength, and lowered his head against Chu Wenlin's shoulder. After a while, his hoarse voice sounded in the dead space, "Don't go."

The body in his arms was cold and trembling, Chu Wenlin closed his eyes.

Who would have thought that Yu Qin, who was always moody, would bow his head in front of him.

The moment he stepped into this room and picked up the knife, Yu Qin actually didn't think about threatening him anymore. He knew that what Chu Wenlin said was serious, so he was completely betting on himself against Chu Wenlin. What exactly.

What Chu Wenlin said to Fu Jun that day is not what Chu Wenlin likes, it is all false.He wants Chu Wenlin's love and care, he needs it.

Chu Wenlin sighed deeply, "I really lost to you."

Hearing what he said, Yu Qin paused for a moment, raised his head, his eyes were a little bright, and just looked at him steadfastly.

Chu Wenlin looked at him helplessly again, bowed his head and kissed him.

"Go and bandage it, I'll call the doctor."

"No." Yu Qin put his arms around his back, "I just want to be with you now."

"No." Chu Wenlin rolled his eyes, carried Yu Qin out of the water and out of the bathroom, put him on the bed, and wrapped him up in a quilt.Chu Wenlin called the private doctor.

At this time, Yu Qin's wound had been soaked in cold water and turned white, and the gauze on his abdomen was also soaked into a bad shape.Although the doctor frowned, he didn't dare to say anything.

Chu Wenlin changed into dry pajamas and stood beside him, watching the doctor apply the medicine and change the gauze, and finally gave him instructions before leaving.

And Yu Qin stared at him the whole time, not moving away for a second, with a deep smile in his eyes.

Chu Wenlin stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wet hair on his forehead. The warm fingertips brushed against the skin was very comfortable. Yu Qin took his hand and rubbed it on his cheek.

I used to think he was a cold-blooded animal, but now it looks like a cat.

Seeing him laughing, Yu Qin leaned against his abdomen, raised his eyes and stared at Chu Wenlin, his white teeth unbuttoned his pajamas one by one, and slowly moved up against Chu Wenlin's abdominal muscles , then hooked his neck and whispered in his ear, "Hold me."

Chu Wenlin supported his waist to prevent him from falling backwards, "You are still injured."

But Yu Qin's panting sound in his ear gradually became louder, Chu Wenlin sensed something was wrong, looked down, froze for a moment, his face became weird, "Yu Qin."

"Give it to me." Yu Qin posted Chu Wenlin's, and kept licking his ears, "I'm going to die."

His voice was hoarse, ambiguous, and a bit sticky, and the touch of his palms was extremely soft. The feeling of touching together made Chu Wenlin couldn't help breathing heavily.

"Yu Qin." Chu Wenlin wanted to struggle again, but Yu Qin hooked him onto the bed.

The two were entangled together like fish swimming, kissing and touching.

Yu Qin sat on his waist, rising and falling emotionally.

The corner of the bed seemed to be swayed by a violent wind and waves, and the whole room was filled with an ambiguous and hot atmosphere.

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