I want to be your white moonlight

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Huo Sirong's expression and tone were extremely indifferent, like at the negotiating table, the opponent is just a bug that can be easily crushed to death, but he is trying to boldly shake the big tree, so he had no choice but to respond with [-]% contempt and indifference, Laugh at opponents for being overwhelmed.

Lin Xiang's face was pale, he endured the severe throbbing pain, and said with a smile: "Why don't you admit it, you care about me?"

"If you didn't care, why did you help me?" Amid Huo Sirong's sudden silence, Lin Xiang said presumptuously, "You asked Wen Yao to bring back He Siyuan to apologize to me, settled the plagiarism incident, and taught those graduates a lesson... ...Even senior sister Gao Yuyan..."

"I know why you were angry that day." Lin Xiang closed his eyes, the twitching and hideous pain gradually improved, and his limp limbs regained some strength.

It's like a big gamble, playing with unclear cards, under the rule that silence is the default, assuming that Huo Sirong is not so cold-hearted.

After all, Lin Xiang thought to himself mockingly, he was unwilling to give up so easily.

If Lin Yan survives, or if Huo Sirong guards Lin Yan for the rest of his life, no matter what the outcome is, Lin Xiang will not be reconciled.

He was not happy that these two bastards wanted to be together.

Even if he beat the mandarin ducks with a stick, he would have to tear this pair of dogs apart.

Huo Sirong's tall body approached him, covering the thin Lin Xiang under the shadow of "Huo Sirong". He looked at his pale face, just like a god looking down on a desperately struggling mortal.

Lin Xiang stood up very slowly, and looked back at him, "You're jealous." He said firmly.

Huo Sirong had a handsome and deep face, his eyes were like deep pools, and he pulled Lin Xiang into the darkness unfathomably.

He raised his hand and put his palm against Lin Xiang's forehead, his expression changed slightly, and he yelled angrily at the passing nurse, "He has a fever, call a doctor!"

Mingming's heart was so cold that countless icy frost formed, covering the scene in front of him, and the surrounding area was pale and confused, but his body was constantly heating up, and he could feel every cell in his body struggling and clamoring for him to live.

As long as he lives in this world, Huo Sirong will never belong to Lin Yan.

Lin Xiang grabbed Huo Sirong's collar and asked, "If I said that my brother lied to you, I never told him to stay away from you, would you believe me?"

Huo Sirong didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on the end of the corridor, the old professor came hastily with his assistant doctor.

Huo Sirong hugged Lin Xiang horizontally, ignoring how much determination the boy had in his heart, Lin Xiang grabbed the expensive water-blue Hermès handmade custom-made shirt, soaked it with sweat, and crumpled the soft neckline.

"You don't believe it." Lin Xiang muttered to himself, "You definitely don't believe it."

Antipyretic injections were given, glucose was hung up, and the sky blue curtains of the quiet ward were drawn back. A pot of green leaves of the peace tree in the corner was picked up by the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Lin Xiang turned her head and stared out of the window in a daze.

Huo Sirong put Lin Xiang's physical examination report into a drawer, sat down on the chair beside Lin Xiang, and asked irritably, "What exactly do you want?"

"You want me to give brother a blood transfusion, what if I don't agree?" Lin Xiang turned his head back to him, and opened and closed her pale lips.

Huo Sirong slightly raised his hand, pinching Lin Xiang's thin chin with two fingers, forcing the other party to turn his gaze to face him, and the two stared at each other as if facing each other.

After a long time, Huo Sirong threw him away, and two bruises appeared on Lin Xiang's jaw.

The man's whole body was icy cold, which could freeze Lin Xiang's blood if it turned into substance. He asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"Marry me." Lin Xiang said calmly. He stretched out his hand, and his thin white fingertips touched Huo Sirong's heart. He raised his chin slightly, and narrowed his eyes teasingly.

That was clearly an anti-customer sarcasm, Lin Xiang was lying down and Huo Sirong was sitting, no matter from which angle you looked at it, it was Huo Sirong who looked down on Lin Xiang.

But for a moment, Huo Sirong felt a biting cold, and even his spine was stiff.

When Lin Xiang uttered this sentence, she might have acted with the most fearless courage of a 20-year-old young man, but this sentence was not a confession or a marriage proposal at all, but a naked|naked threat.

"Marry me, and I'll save your Lin Yan." Lin Xiang said joyfully, "What if my brother wakes up? You can be together? Don't joke about Mr. Huo, you don't want to get rid of me for the rest of your life."

If a pair of affectionate lovers say the phrase "you will never want to get rid of me for the rest of your life", it is called fun and lingering, but what about a pair of enemies?That is the hatred and unforgettable engraved in the bone marrow until death.

Huo Sirong clenched his back molars: "Lin Xiang, think it over, marry me, you have the fate to get a marriage certificate, I'm afraid you won't be blessed to accept the status of Mr. Huo's partner."

"Same-sex marriage is legal now, isn't it? I will reach the legal age for same-sex marriage when I turn 21 next month. Marriage can be simple, and I don't need anything."

"But Mr. Huo, you are mine."

The 20-year-old boy's skin was so pale that it almost melted into the transparent air.

The warmest sunlight in the morning penetrates the wide windows, and the tall and towering sycamore trees sprout new buds beside the road. The whirling shadows of the trees disturb the sunlight, and sprinkle the ground with mottled fine gold.

On a beautiful morning, Huo Sirong felt cold and threatened from the helpless young man in front of him.

"If you don't agree, first of all, you can't save brother, and second, we have been together for so long, do you think I don't have evidence that you play with men?" Lin Xiang sat up, pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, and took There was a streak of blood.

He stared at Huo Sirong, who had a serious face, and said with a half-smile: "Mr. Huo, the big star, you don't want to be ruined, do you? Huh?"

Huo Sirong has always been very clear that Lin Xiang is not stupid, but this kid is so good at pretending that he likes him so much that he confuses the sober Mr. Huo, making him think that even if he fucks him over and over again, Lin Xiang will Don't dare to confront him.

It wasn't until Lin Yan became seriously ill that the fig leaf of hypocrisy between them was thrown away.

As if understanding what he was thinking, Lin Xiang lay back, his eyes drifted obliquely to the sycamore tree outside the window, and he said casually: "I like this kind of thing, it can't stand being abused, it's very fragile. Maybe someday, I don't like you anymore."

For example, now, when she said she was going to marry him, her heart was actually calm.

Huo Sirong lifted the blanket that was covering Xuxu, and peeled off the thin and soft ward gown with his big hands, ignoring the frightened and subconscious resistance in Lin Xiang's eyes.

Huo Sirong bullied himself, biting his ear with heavy pressure, and said in a voice as low as an abyssal demon, "Okay, Lin Xiang, let's get married."

When Lin Xiang woke up again, she was tied up in a large leather chair by Huo Sirong. The old professor tried to dissuade him: "Shut down, Mr. Huo, his body can't support it!"

The nurse wearing a mask flicked the silver blood-drawing needle, and the vacuum blood bag was waiting for the bright red blood to be poured.

"It's okay." When Huo Sirong didn't say a word, Lin Xiang smiled and said, "Thank you professor, I'm fine. He's my brother, no matter how much blood is drawn, I'll save him, right?"

The nurse's hand trembled, and the needle fell to the ground. She gasped and hurried to get a new one.

Pointing at Huo Sirong, the old professor blew his beard and stared at him with anger, and said simply, "You're trying to kill him!"

Lin Xiang lowered her eyes, and the nurse said softly, "Be patient, and let me know when I feel uncomfortable."

Lin Xiang nodded politely, and gave her an extremely indifferent smile, with a bright smile, as if it wasn't her who was drawn a lot of blood, "It's okay, you can prick it."

The needle pierced into a blood vessel in the armpit, Lin Xiang stared at Huo Sirong.

Huo Sirong, however, was as dizzy as blood, with a livid face, clenched his fists hanging by his sides, turned around and fled.

Lin Xiang thought disappointedly, Huo Sirong should hate him very much now, he is not even willing to take another look at him.

If there is too much blood loss, the human body will experience hypoxic shock. The old professor grasped the critical point and stopped the blood pump in time.

Lin Xiang lay on the bed for a long time, his head was groggy, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't walk.

Huo Sirong never showed up again, Lin Xiang guessed that he was busy following up the progress of Lin Yan's blood transfusion.

There are nurses who show up on time every day, maybe they are well paid, and they take care of them meticulously.Lin Xiang accepted the care of the nurses with peace of mind.

The day Wen Yao came to visit him with a box of cakes in his arms, Huo Sirong disappeared for almost a week. During this period, Lin Xiang took blood twice and turned into a living skeleton.

The nurse accidentally shattered the mug, and Wen Yao immediately jumped to his feet, angrily scolding the other party for his rough hands and feet, and the high salary was simply for nothing.

Lin Xiang was lying on the bed, watching Wen Yao with great interest as he sprayed the innocent nurse on the head.

The nurse shrank his neck and shoulders, ten thousand muddy horses galloped past in his heart, and left expressionlessly.

Wen Yao put the customized cake on the small table that came with the hospital bed, and Lin Xiang grinned: "Why are you spraying him, he didn't do anything."

Wen Yao opened the cake box, and the sweet aroma of cream and mango meat came out. Wen Yao frowned and inserted candles. He inserted 21 candles and lit them. Then he heaved a sigh of relief and pushed the cake in front of him: "Kids , make a wish."

"Did you buy the cake?" Lin Xiang asked curiously, "How do you know I like mangoes?"

The tall three-layer cake, each layer is densely mixed with mango pieces, without any extra bells and whistles, it is the kind that Lin Xiang usually likes to eat.

Wen Yao said, "You may not believe it when you tell me, but Mr. bought it."

Lin Xiang was stunned when he heard the words, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he laughed: "Impossible, stop kidding, he doesn't even know when my birthday is, okay?"

He spends it by himself every year. On his birthday, he called Mama Lin and had a video chat with his high school brothers. At that time, he and He Siyuan hadn’t parted ways, and at night Gao Yuyan would give him a small gift on behalf of the Wenchuang Society.

Eighteen, nineteen and 20 years old, they all came here like this.

Anyway, there won't be Huo Sirong, and Lin Xiang doesn't expect Huo Sirong either.

As for Lin Yan's birthday, Huo Sirong remembered it better than his own.

Lin Xiang remembered that Huo Sirong quarreled with him once because it was Lin Yan's birthday, but Lin Xiang wanted Huo Sirong to accompany him for Christmas, and Huo Sirong scolded him for being ignorant.

It's nothing more than this shit, it's boring.

"Mr. actually bought it. He personally ordered it at a Michelin three-star restaurant and asked me to deliver it." Wen Yao touched his nose and said honestly.

Lin Xiang's smile froze, and she silently stared at the cake shaken by the shadow of the candle.

From the narrow window on the door of the ward, Huo Sirong silently watched him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiang overturned the small table, "The cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful," he said with a lack of interest, "I don't want it."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Lin [throws the table in anger]: I don't want to, don't, don't hum!

Director: Lao Huo, come and coax

Lao Huo: [silence]

Dalin: Director, I still don’t eat bento today

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I watched the game yesterday, the wind blew the table down and it was on the hot search...