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"I'm going to buy medicine for you...don't be afraid..." Fang Shaoyang hugged his curled up body from behind, rubbing his thorny chin repeatedly against his neck, "it won't be uncomfortable after taking the medicine, don't be afraid Brother Qiao..."

The person in his arms began to tremble slightly.

He Qiao's feeling at this moment cannot be described in words.He seemed to have heard the most disgusting and nauseating words in the world, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and the skin under his nightgown was covered with goosebumps layer after layer.

"Get out." His upper lip touched his lower lip, his voice hoarse and weak, "Get out now, I don't want to see you again for a second."

Hearing his tone, Fang Shaoyang's anger rushed straight to his forehead, his iron arm tightened, and immediately strangled him until he tilted his head and retched.It felt like a knife was twisting indiscriminately in the stomach, the burning and pain surged and passed, and the limbs were vomiting, trembling and numb.

Maybe his reaction was too strong, even Fang Shaoyang, who was about to get angry, was shocked, and watched him knelt on the ground and vomited.

The ear-piercing voice was suppressed in the confined space, and there was a feeling of splitting liver and gallbladder when listening to it.In a few minutes, He Qiao almost vomited all his bile, and then he collapsed and held on to everything he could, slowly moved to the sink, and turned on the cold water to rinse his face and hands.

The sound of splashing water was very abrupt, as if the two people in this space were completely separated.

Under the warm light in the bathroom, He Qiao's face in the mirror was sickly flushed, fine and greasy drops of water hung on his skin, and a lot of embarrassment was reflected in his eyes.After a long while, he closed his eyes, turned around and looked at the tall silhouette: "I don't care if you are really drunk or fake drunk, and I don't care what your purpose is for coming today, leave now, you are not welcome at my house."

Fang Shaoyang stood stiffly in a puddle of water, trying to understand He Qiao's meaning from the sentence just now, looking a little bewildered and bewildered.

He Qiao condensed his voice: "Let's go!"

As soon as the words were finished, Fang Shaoyang suddenly came back to his senses and rushed over, pressing his whole body weight on him, almost breaking his bony waist.But after hugging He Qiao, all movements stopped suddenly, as if he got the toy he wanted most, but suddenly he didn't know what to do.

"You don't want me too?"

His voice was trembling and hoarse, and it sounded a little sincere.He Qiao pushed him away and looked into his eyes, but there was nothing but confusion, without any clarity.

He Qiao laughed at himself inwardly.I only learned how powerful he is in the afternoon, but at night I thought he was ignorant of the world?Wasn't the injury deep enough two years ago, and the lesson not painful enough?

The two faced each other very close, and He Qiao repeated his words softly, his face was reflected in his eyes, "Who said that at the beginning, no one has the right to meddle in your business?"

He still recites those unfeeling sentences up to now, not because he wants to remember them, but because he can't forget them.

Something crackled and exploded in Fang Shaoyang's temple, and he had to support his forehead with his hands, and sinuous veins were exposed under the rolled up cuffs.After a while, he opened his mouth to speak, but only the turbidity of alcohol remained.

"I can't tell what's real and what's not, Fang Shaoyang." He Qiao turned his face sideways, holding the marble platform behind him tightly with both hands, the cold touch penetrated from his palm to his heart, "Let me live Come on, I can't play with you."

If the person in front of him was fully awake, he wouldn't be able to say these words, but because Fang Shaoyang couldn't remember when he woke up, he let himself vent his inner pain like this.He Qiao has He Qiao's pride, even though time hasn't completely worn away those loves, he doesn't want to bother to distinguish them anymore, because he really hates that fragile, embarrassed, stupid and strange self.

I don't know if Fang Shaoyang understood.After a long time, rough fingers stretched out in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to touch He Qiao's face.He Qiao refused to look at him again, so he tilted his head and followed He Qiao's gaze, forcing him to stick to the mirror, his eyes pleadingly chasing He Qiao: "Brother Qiao...Brother Qiao...you don't want me anymore ?"

He Qiao didn't know why, half of his body was numb, as if what he just heard was extremely corrosive, and it eroded Fang Shaoyang's invisible parts to scars.

Seeing that he refused to turn his face away, Fang Shaoyang was helpless in the endless silence, and his faint hope disappeared little by little.

"Brother Qiao, it's me...I'm Shao Yang..." He fell into despair and his voice became hoarse, "I'm Shao Yang, brother Qiao..."

He Qiao remained silent without any response.Fang Shaoyang wanted to hug him, but he tried his best to avoid it, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and whisper, "Don't touch me, I feel sick."

He returned the word disgusting to Fang Shaoyang without change, but Fang Shaoyang was greatly shocked.Before he had time to react, his body was pushed onto the mirror, "What did you say?"

This blow was out of control and violent, and Fang Shaoyang, who was deeply drunk, couldn't control his strength at all.He Qiao's shoulder blades slammed against the mirror, and his hands were thrown back to support his body but he had nowhere to put his strength. In desperation, he could only press down on the mirror, and the surface of the mirror was rubbed with his palms, making a teeth-stinging sound.

After several seconds of blank eyes, he raised his breath, straightened his upper body with great difficulty, and said in a trembling voice, "I said I feel sick. I feel sick when I think of the medicine you took, and I feel even more sick when I think of being touched by you. , After two years, I still can’t forget the nauseating feeling.”

Every time he said "disgusting", Fang Shaoyang's body shook, and finally the blood on his face faded completely, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

The wind blowing in from the window was damp, and the dark night was overcast, and the air was dull and oppressive.

He Qiao thought that Fang Shaoyang would definitely retaliate with violence. After all, he was such a person, with no bottom line and unscrupulous means.Unexpectedly, Fang Shaoyang raised his lips in front of him, suddenly calmed down and buried his head, his left hand clenched the clothes on his chest, as if he was having difficulty breathing, "I..." I couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, hanging my head in a panic .

He Qiao looked away.

Even he himself didn't know why he wanted to destroy all the good memories that were left like just now.There has long been more hatred between them than love, and they have been apart longer than they have been together. What is the point of stepping those bits and pieces into the mud? Is it just to win or lose?Even he can't tell.

He didn't continue, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Go away, don't follow me in the future, and don't hurt people around me."

"No, I won't go..." Fang Shaoyang almost caught off guard at the same moment, his strong palm almost crushed his shoulder, and his red eyes stared straight at his face.

"Let go—" He Qiao gasped in pain, his shoulder bones pressed against the hard mirror, and his whole body was squeezed into a thin sheet of paper.

All kinds of bottles and cans on the sink were swept to the ground with a clatter. He Qiao wanted to stand up straight but had no chance, so he fell to the floor with his belt in his arms.

Fang Shaoyang opened his dim eyes, pressed him to the ground and pinched his chin fiercely, with his teeth pressed against the jaws, and his wet tongue desperately poked inside.Every time He Qiao was touched, the hair on He Qiao's back would stand upright, and his arms would tremble.But Fang Shaoyang was unaware of his repulsion. After tightening his wrists, he gasped to take off his pants, and the metal belt buckle made a sharp sound.

The moment his hand touched his buttocks, a nerve behind He Qiao's ear seemed to be punctured by a needle unexpectedly, his scalp tensed up instantly, and humiliating cramps rumbled in his stomach.He resisted fiercely, and Fang Shaoyang bent his legs and knelt down to press his abdomen, holding his arm with one hand and reaching down with the other to untie the strap of his nightgown.

"Let go, let go." He Qiao gritted his teeth tightly and struggled with all means.In the confusion, I suddenly felt something sharp from his body, and before I could think about it, I pulled it out, and stabbed him desperately——

hiss!

The thing actually pierced through the suit, piercing Fang Shaoyang's shoulder with a bang!Under the severe pain, Shao Yang suddenly woke up, covered his shoulders and turned over to escape.

Aftershocks of pain spread in the air, He Qiao's right hand trembled slightly, and when he looked down, he was holding a pen.

The calm and dignified black penholder, the platinum pen clip, and the supposedly golden nib pierced the skin and was filled with crimson blood, which looked a little frightening.

This pen was the only birthday gift He Qiao gave Fang Shaoyang, and it was also his favorite gift.After they separated, he always carried it with him, the original intention was to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but he didn't expect it to become He Qiao's most convenient tool to hurt him in the end.

Fang Shaoyang fell to the side, his shoulders trembling violently, and the low panting after a serious injury came out of his throat.

He Qiao's wrist holding the pen kept trembling, but his body remained motionless, still in an air of defense.He knew that the person in front of him must be awake, but he didn't know why he didn't speak.

When Fang Shaoyang moved a little, he supported the floor tiles and shrank back.

Fang Shaoyang had to be completely still.

No one spoke for a long time, there was nothing but suppressed breathing, and the air was stagnant.After a long time, Fang Shaoyang took a deep breath and let go of his hand covering his left shoulder.

Under the dim light, the palms and fingers were filled with bright red blood.

He stood up with difficulty, frowning slightly, the hair on his forehead was wet and messy with sweat, and his clenched teeth pulled two blue veins on the side of his neck.

He Qiao looked at him from a step away, thinking that he was going to be rough, so he held the pen tightly with his right hand.Unexpectedly, he just took off the shower next to him with difficulty, then turned on the cold water to wash off the blood on his hands, and then walked out slowly.

He Qiao looked away hastily.

The light red water flowed into the floor drain little by little, before the figure disappeared from the corner of the eye.He Qiao's back was icy cold, and his limbs were numb like ischemia. He slowly walked out while supporting the wall.

After walking a few steps, the palm of my hand came across a wet spot——

There is a palm print on the bathroom wall, the color is very light, it should be left by Fang Shaoyang just now.

He only glanced at it before retracting his gaze, and continued to walk out at a sluggish pace.But when he walked to the door of the bedroom, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and his figure suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the reason why Fang Shaoyang washed his hands with the shower was because he was afraid that the blood on his hands would stain the walls here.