The male god on the other side looks over

Wang Zesheng seldom came to the hospital. The most recent time was last year when his father was allergic to pollen. In addition to not liking the pungent smell of disinfectant, he also felt very uncomfortable in the white and deserted environment.

The two hurried to the hospital they had inquired about. Before they could stand firmly at the door of the Department of Respiratory Medicine, Zhou Shuo rushed in. Wang Zesheng quickly grabbed him and asked him out of breath.

"Do you know which ward he lives in?"

Zhou Shuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and slapped his head: "Yes, I don't know."

Wang Zesheng: "..."

Zhou Shuo ignored his disdainful eyes, and came back to ask the office nurse in front of the computer while lying on the nurse's platform.

"Hello, is there a patient named Yu Shihang here? He came in this morning."

"Please wait a moment, I will check for you."

After checking and checking by the nurse, the two soon found out the number of the ward Yu Shihang was in. When they were about to reach the door, Wang Zesheng's footsteps suddenly slowed down, until they stopped at the door.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Shuo asked him.

Wang Zesheng looked at the closed door in front of him and then turned his head to look at him again, moving his lips: "I'm afraid."

Zhou Shuo froze for a moment, and looked at him in a daze: "What are you afraid of?"

Wang Zesheng didn't speak, just looked down at his toes, but Zhou Shuo thought that he was afraid of Yu Shihang's serious condition, so he patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Senior Yu will be fine, it's just pneumonia, Don't worry too much."

"...I didn't," Wang Zesheng raised his head and looked at him abruptly, but gradually lost his confidence, "I just..."

Zhou Shuo looked at him amusedly: "Come on, who was the one who was in a hurry than anyone else just now?"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

"Okay, what's the point of being hypocritical, open the door."

Seeing the other party's hesitant look, Zhou Shuo didn't say anything more, just grabbed the doorknob and pushed him straight in.

On the way to the hospital, Wang Zesheng imagined the scene of the two meeting again in his mind more than once, but when this scene really happened in front of his eyes, he didn't know what to say or what to do. Standing blankly at the door, his legs were also stiff and unable to move.

The ward is a single ward. Yu Shihang was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown and sat sideways on the bed. His left hand on the quilt was connected to a long and transparent infusion tube and was hanging salt water. He stared blankly out of the window. He didn't turn his head when he heard the movement at the door, sitting there like a lifeless puppet.

"Why are you standing here stupidly, go in."

Zhou Shuo muttered and pushed him from behind again, Wang Zesheng was forced to take a staggering step forward and then stopped there.

Zhou Shuo: "..."

Zhou Shuo was a little puzzled. Aren't these young couple dating? Why did it look like they were forced to go to war?But obviously he didn't think too much about it, seeing that Wang Zesheng refused to take the initiative to walk over, he took the lead to say hello.

"Senior Yu, how is your rest? We're here to see you."

Yu Shihang's reaction was beyond his surprise, he neither turned his head nor spoke, his whole body was indifferent as if he hadn't heard his words, which made Zhou Shuo even more depressed.

"Hey, Zesheng, what do you think is wrong with him? Could it be a pneumonia that burned his ears?" Zhou Shuo elbowed Wang Zesheng on the shoulder, but saw that the other party just clenched his fist and did not answer him.

It seemed that the word "Zesheng" from Zhou Shuo's mouth reached Yu Shihang's ears. He froze for a moment and finally turned his head slowly. He saw Wang Zesheng standing at the door obviously stunned, his eyes burning. The light went out quickly.

Yu Shihang's complexion looked very bad, his lips were pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were heavy. He looked a thousand miles away from his usual modest and gentle appearance.

"What are you doing here?"

Yu Shihang watched him for a long time before moving his lips and uttering such a sentence in a hoarse voice, which was a bit stinging and self-deprecating.

"Do you want to continue being disgusted by me? Or change your mind and want to be fucked by me?"

Wang Zesheng's face was a little stiff, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence, and he couldn't say a word after a long pause.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Zhou Shuo who was next to him seemed to be frightened by Yu Shihang's uncharacteristic attitude, and looked at him incredulously, "Senior Yu, how could you say such things to Zesheng?"

Yu Shihang didn't speak, just looked up at the ceiling, and then slowly laughed lowly.

His laughter was very dull, as if it couldn't come out of his throat, it sounded inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Wang Zesheng, you know I can't refuse you, so after giving me despair, are you planning to come here to give me some hope?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Wang Zesheng didn't know why his voice trembled a little. He tried his best to suppress the trembling, and said word by word, "I came here by accident."

Yu Shihang stopped talking, and after looking straight at Wang Zesheng for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand to press the back of his left hand, and violently pulled out the scalp needle placed on it, ignoring the blood that flowed out from the entire back Made a mess, turned over the quilt and got out of bed.

Wang Zesheng watched the blood on the back of his hand dripping down the ground along his fingertips, bit his lips tightly, choked his throat for a while before uttering a few words: "You are crazy.

Zhou Shuo was also stunned by his behavior, he was stunned for a long time before he recovered and wanted to hold him back: "Hey, your hand is bleeding!"

"Don't touch me," Yu Shihang glanced at Zhou Shuo, dodging his movements, "You'd better get out now."

Zhou Shuo stopped abruptly in mid-air when he wanted to hold him down, looked up at him in surprise, and then looked back at Wang Zesheng, with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"Yu Shihang," Wang Zesheng tried his best not to stop his eyes on his bleeding hand, "don't you think you should calm down a little bit?"

This was the first time Wang Zesheng called him by name. Maybe after the diary incident was exposed, he lost the courage to call him senior again.

"I've always been calm," Yu Shihang casually raised his bleeding hand, "I've never been so calm before, if I'm not calm at this time,"

He paused, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyelids and looked straight at him.

"I'm afraid I'll come forward and rape you."

Wang Zesheng was choked by his undisguised words, and reflexively took a few steps back: "...Pervert!"

Yu Shihang nodded "En", his expression was normal.

"Yes, I am a pervert, so perverted that I would go crazy without you."

"I am such a person, not only paranoid but also crazy and pathologically possessive. My desire for you has never stopped from the beginning, and I want to completely occupy you all the time."

"So, if you want to run, run farther away, don't pretend to be kind to tease me, otherwise—"

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and curled the corners of his lips.

"Sooner or later, I will catch you and tear you up and swallow you bit by bit, understand?"

Wang Zesheng's face turned pale, and his brain gradually became blank following each sentence of the other party, until finally he almost opened his mouth with difficulty, and the ugly voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

He said, "Yu Shihang, let's break up."

Yu Shihang froze for a moment, then laughed as if he heard something funny.

"Wang Zesheng, didn't we break up a long time ago?"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

Wang Zesheng's face became even more ugly, and he stood there for a long time as if he lost his voice, before turning around with red eyes, opening the door and walking out in a hurry.

"Hey, Zesheng, wait for me!" Seeing him walking out without a word, Zhou Shuo hastily followed after Yu Shihang's hand injury, and looked back at Yu Shihang when the door was closed. The expression on his face was not as friendly as when he came here before.

"If you want to live, you should have pressed the call bell earlier, we don't want to be charged with indirect homicide."

Yu Shihang just looked at him: "Get lost."

Zhou Shuo was even more angry and gave him a hard look.

"Zesheng is really blind to like you, no one will feel sorry for someone like you after he dies!"

The door was slammed shut with a "snap," and the smile on the corner of Yu Shihang's mouth slowly disappeared. He sat limply on the bed as if all his strength had been taken out of his body, and looked at himself blankly with his head bowed. of hands.

The skin on the back of the left hand was obviously blue and purple due to excessive blood loss, and even the movement of reaching out and making a fist became a little numb.

Yu Shihang laughed softly, the laughter was a little abrupt in the empty room, his laughter became softer and softer, until it finally turned into a slight choked sob, the voice talking to himself could no longer make out what he was Laughing or crying.

"Zesheng..."

He shouldn't have come.Why did he come to see this man who has never repented so far, and let him use words to obscene himself again here?

Wang Zesheng, who walked out of the ward with red eyes, walked faster and faster. When he finally left the hospital, he had already started running. Zhou Shuo behind him chased him all the way, and finally grabbed his wrist in front of the bus stop.

"Zesheng, can you calm down?" Zhou Shuo pressed his shoulder firmly, "Don't you know that running around on the street is dangerous?"

Wang Zesheng didn't speak, and turned away from looking at him.

"I don't know what happened to you," Zhou Shuo said, "but I don't want to see you in such a distraught state."

Only then did Wang Zesheng turn his head to look at him: "Desperate?"

"Isn't it?" Zhou Shuo looked at him with a serious face, and after confronting Wang Zesheng for a few seconds, he finally couldn't put on a serious face, scratched the back of his head and asked wonderingly, "I used the wrong words?"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

"Okay, okay, I don't care what to do, I won't comfort people, anyway, I just don't want to see you sad." Zhou Shuo simply didn't think about it, "If you are in a bad mood, just vent it. Take you to eat something?"

Wang Zesheng didn't speak, and looked down at his toes, but Zhou Shuo sighed lightly, grabbed his hand and dragged him into the nearby store.

Wang Zesheng: "..."

"Fill your stomach first, and then go sad," Zhou Shuo didn't know what he was talking about, but his tone was still pretending to be light, hoping to reduce some burdens for the people behind him, "Otherwise, you will be hungry and sad, and you will abuse yourself more." ah."

Wang Zesheng didn't resist being dragged away by him, and looked at the back of the other's head with his eyes lowered.

Zhou Shuo, thank you.