Little madman

"Doctor, I'm sick."

The young man lay lazily on He Yuze's desk and groaned, Zhang Jun's face was buried in his arms, only revealing a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, which always had a hint of evil spirit.The pupils of the eyes are as beautiful as two obsidian stones, giving people a mysterious feeling.

When he looked at He Yuze, the spring water in March was almost melted in those eyes, they were full of affection when they were still, and they looked bright when they smiled.

"Doctor, am I dying?"

He Yuze ignored him.

He changed his hand and put his face on his pillow: "Talk to me quickly, doctor, I feel so suffocated if you ignore me." He touched his heart and said, "It hurts so bad here, if there is no Dr. Nourish it, and it will wither."

"If you have a heart attack, I suggest you go to a regular hospital for consultation." He Yuze was finally willing to look up at him: "I'm here for psychological healing, which can't cure your heartache."

This is not the first time, this young man has come here almost every day in the past month, and every time he came, he used words to tease him under the pretext of seeing a doctor.

And ask him a repeated question every day: "Honey, do you want to date me?"

Although he refused every time with righteous words, the other party was still unyielding, and he would not give up until he agreed to the date.

A bouquet of bright red roses every day, and now the entire psychological clinic knows that He Yuze is being pursued by a man, and the gossip spreads, making him extremely embarrassed every time he goes to and from get off work.

But I don't know why he didn't come the next day, and there was a touch of bright red missing from the desk. He Yuze stared out of the window. It was raining continuously outside the window, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with little raindrops.

For some reason, I always feel empty in my heart.Maybe it was because he was used to staying in this white house, but one day a bright soul suddenly broke in, even if he was disgusted, he was always curious.

It should come tomorrow, right?

Maybe it was just a delay.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, He Yuze put back his drifting thoughts, put down his coffee cup, and it was time to get off work.

Walking mechanically on the way home, He Yuze looked at the gray sky, and his life would be the same tomorrow, going to work at nine in the morning and leaving at five in the afternoon.Just repeating the day-to-day life like this is really...boring and boring.

Passing by a flowerbed by chance, and seeing a brightly blooming rose in someone else's flowerbed, he couldn't help picking one off, even if it hurt his skin.At this moment, he began to lust for the color of roses, that touch... a color that would never appear in his world.

Thinking about it this way, a glimmer of anticipation sprouted in my heart, and suddenly I didn't hate the unknown tomorrow so much.

But He Yuze never thought that he would never have a tomorrow.And today, he ended up lying in a sea of ​​rose petals, lying there in a peaceful and weird posture.

Maybe it was because his expression before death was too ugly, so "Predator" cruelly sewed up his frightened and staring eyes and his mouth that was opened wide because of pain with a needle and thread.

Now his mouth was forced into a perfect arc by the needlework, and his eyes were peacefully closed because of the stitching, lying there like a lifelike, delicate and beautiful doll.

"Goodbye, dear."

The person with the smiling mask sprinkled the last rose petals on his body, and he said goodbye to the most beautiful work of art that he was most satisfied with, with such pity and affection in his tone.

A snow-white, smiling mask fell to the ground.The man turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

It's September [-]th now.

He Yuze suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, he was like a person who had been suffocating in stagnant water for a long time and lacked oxygen. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to breathe heavily, wildly, and greedily.

"Doctor, I'm sick." The boy's lazy voice rang in his ears, seeing that he didn't respond, he changed his arms and pillowed his face: "Talk to me, doctor, I feel suffocated if you ignore me. "

His next sentence should be: "Especially here it hurts so badly, if there is no nourishment from you, doctor, it will wither."

Before the boy could finish speaking, He Yuze pounced on him like a startled tiger, threw him to the ground, and strangled him fiercely by the neck.

The boy was still laughing while being strangled, the corners of his mouth were excited and evil, as if the more He Yuze tortured him, the better he would feel, just like a lunatic.

"Why did you kill me?" This is what He Yuze said through gritted teeth, and now he can't wait to tear off this evil face.

He Yuze tried his best, and the little lunatic was pinched to the point of suffocation, but his expression became more and more excited, and there was no need for the fear of impending death at all.

He raised his arms with the last bit of strength, gently stroked his ears and hair, "If... it is... death by your hands, I am very honored."

"Goodbye, dear." Another voice sounded in his head, low and warm, wait, it doesn't sound like Zhang Yuhe's voice.

He Yuze let go of him immediately.

Fresh air was poured into his lungs again, and Zhang Yuhe lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath while opening his eyes wide like a curious baby, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

"It's unbelievable that I was about to die just now." He said it calmly, as if he was playing, and he couldn't find a trace of joy in his life after the catastrophe.On the contrary, he is like a child who is excited because he has ridden a roller coaster he has never ridden before.

Although he was not sure if he was the bastard who would kill him in 24 hours, He Yuze didn't want to let him go at the moment, so he grabbed his arm and took him outside.

The 1.8-meter tall boy was easily captured. The person who captured him looked ashen and fierce.Not only did he, the one who was taken away, not have any sense of fear, but instead had a look of joy and anticipation.

"boarding."

He Yuze stuffed him into the co-pilot, because he was still on guard against him, afraid that he would attack him, so he took off his suit and tie and tied his hands together.

A certain person was tied and dishonest, tilted his head, and kept leaning on his shoulder: "Honey, where are you taking me so impatiently?"

"Don't call me darling." When he heard this nickname now, he would think of the picture of himself being mutilated alive, disgusting and frightening.

The author has something to say:

Advance collection for collection: "With the paranoid male second he [Transmigration Book]"

The sick and delicate man couldn't love the second one, and in the end, with red eyes of grief, he stabbed the protagonist in his arms: "Good baby... sleep, I love you."

Jiang Wei shivered as he looked at the aggrieved and stubborn young man in front of him.

He has transmigrated into a book, and even transmigrated into the unluckiest protagonist. The handsome boy in front of him is the second male who loves the protagonist but can't love him.

According to the development of the plot, the teenager will ask him a question in the next scene, whether to love him or the male lead, and then the stubborn protagonist chooses the male lead.

Male second sick.

Protagonist: "Sudden"

The end--

The young man in front of him approached step by step, with red eyes, and asked him pitifully: "Choose me or him?"

Do you still think about it?

Jiang Wei had a strong desire to survive, and hugged the second male: "Of course it's you!"

The knife fell to the ground.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after gradually reacting, the hands hanging in mid-air hugged him fiercely, "Very well, you can't escape."

Really. Delicate attack x one step and three falls sick and weak