Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Xin Tang raised his breath just now because of Ying Huan's gesture of warming his hands. He stared nervously at Ying Huan and asked, "How did they die?"

Ying Huan still smiled like that, but what he said made people feel chills behind: "I killed it."

Is this a joke?

But Xintang couldn't see any joke from Ying Huan's expression.

Seriously, this is the first time he has known Ying Huan, but he has a feeling in his heart that Ying Huan is a lunatic who can do such a thing.

Could it really be Ying Huan who killed him?Or did Ying Huan just sense his thoughts and deliberately scare him?

"Really?" Unknowingly, Xin Tang had already asked his doubts.

Ying Huan asked back, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe."

"You trust me so much, I am very happy."

Although Ying Huan couldn't see any trace of happiness on his face, even his smile suddenly became a little serious when it fell into Xin Tang's eyes.

Xin Tang was so stared at that his hairs stood on his head, and his hands retracted uncontrollably.

The cold wind poured in from the gap between the palms, making him shiver from the cold.

"Is it still cold?" Ying Huan keenly caught Xin Tang's small movements, and asked a question that had nothing to do with the current topic.

Just as Xin Tang was about to say it wasn't cold, Ying Huan already took his hand involuntarily and pressed it against his warm arm.

The temperature of the arm was much higher, and Xin Tang even had the illusion that he was going to be burned, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, the movement was bigger than before.

Ying Huan held down his hand, "Why are you panicking?"

Xin Tang was inexplicably frightened, and subconsciously made amends for his behavior: "My hands are cold, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm used to it. There is a squeamish person at home, and if you don't warm your hands, you will lose your temper."

Xin Tang's eyes widened, and he didn't know whether to be surprised by the name "squeamish bag" or shocked by Ying Huan's serious tone when he said the word "squeamish bag".

"What? Don't believe it?"

Xin Tang really didn't believe it.

Ying Huan rolled up his sleeves, revealing several scabbed scars, obviously scratched.

"Does it look familiar?"

"This... I really scratched it?"

Xin Tang checked it with his nails in disbelief, and the distance between his dominant fingers was exactly the same.

"Do you believe it now?"

Xin Tang: "..." The evidence is so solid that it is really hard for him not to believe it.

Ying Huan pulled back the sleeves, and covered Xin Tang's cold hands under the clothes, "If you can put your trust in this, I should be happier."

Xin Tang: "..." He was almost certain that Ying Huan's saying 'I killed' was definitely because he sensed his thoughts and intentionally frightened him.

"Just tell me, how did my parents die?"

Ying Huan snorted inexplicably, and finally replied with a decent answer:

"Your mother died very early. She died in a car accident when you were in high school. Your father died two years ago from alcohol poisoning. He was discovered too late and was not rescued."

Perhaps it was because of amnesia, and she didn't have any idea about her parents. Xin Tang was not much touched by the news, but instead focused on another point: Ying Huan called high school a very early time...

"How old am I now?"

Ying Huan answered eloquently: "28, one year old, 29th birthday in two months."

That high school is indeed very early.

"Then...how did I end up in the hospital?"

The ferocious gaze of a wild animal flashed across Ying Huan's eyes, but within an instant, he had lowered his eyes.

"do not know."

"Ah? Aren't you my...husband?" Xin Tang spat out the word with difficulty, with a hint of flattery, "How come you don't know how I was hospitalized?"

"You suddenly fell into a coma for no reason. It was like falling asleep. Today is the eighth day."

As she said that, Ying Huan seemed unable to suppress her temper, raised her eyelids, stared at Xin Tang with dark eyes, and her tone became serious: "If you don't wake up for seven days, I will kill you." Find a Taoist priest to summon your soul."

So much resentment?

Xin Tang was inexplicably guilty, and laughed dryly, "It's so old, why do you still believe this?"

"As long as it brings you back, I can believe anything."

There was one last question, but Xin Tang didn't dare to ask it. He always felt that Ying Huan's attitude towards his amnesia was very strange.

He didn't dare to ask Ying Huan directly, for he was afraid of poking some of Ying Huan's moody nerves and completely pushing the matter into an uncontrollable direction.

Or when he waits, he will ask others.

At night, Ying Huan slept with Xin Tang.

The hospital bed was only a tiny bit big, and it was too crowded to sleep alone. Xin Tang was naturally unwilling, but the resistance was futile, and Ying Huan even held her down and kissed her.

Xin Tang couldn't control himself, and when he realized it, he had already put his hand into Ying Huan's clothes to keep warm, and he didn't have the face to say anything to refuse, so he just smashed the jar and fell asleep like this.

It was an unexpectedly good sleep.

There's no way, Ying Huan's body is too warm, and Ying Huan doesn't mind his warming behavior at all, so he wraps his hands and feet in a warm place.

Once the hands and feet are warm, it is difficult to sleep well.

The next day, Ying Huan went to work, and before leaving, she gave a good morning kiss to Xin Tang who was sleepy.

Xin Tang blushed so badly, she closed her eyes and retreated into the bed.

When Xin Tang woke up again, it was already broad daylight. He had doubts about what Ying Huan said yesterday. He wanted to get out of bed and ask the nurse about him, but after struggling for ten minutes, he failed. stand up.

Anyway, there will be a doctor coming to make rounds later, so he can ask questions later, so let's lie down for a while longer.

Thinking of this, Xin Tang tucked in the quilt again and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

After waiting for a long time without seeing the doctor who came to make the rounds, Xin Tang fell asleep several times in a daze, and finally felt that he had to get up by himself, so he reluctantly lifted the quilt and got up.

The cold air invaded, and the color on the skin quickly faded, turning into a terrifying pale white. Xin Tang picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on his body as quickly as possible, but it still didn't help.

Xin Tang rubbed the back of his hands vigorously, and saw that the bluish white on it had turned pale, it seemed less scary, but it was still bloodless, he couldn't remember, was his skin like this before?

At this moment, there was a sudden click of the door lock being unscrewed behind him.

A woman dressed as a nurse came in with a plate of steaming porridge, a side dish and a chubby red bean bun.

Her complexion didn't look very good, as if she was wary of something, she put the plate on the table and left in a hurry, before Xin Tang had time to call her, her figure had completely disappeared at the door.

Xin Tang touched his face strangely, wondering if he looks so scary?run so fast?

But he probably couldn't answer this question. The nurse ran too fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

While Xin Tang was slandering silently in his heart, he sat down and ate his not-so-early breakfast, thinking that after the meal, he would go out and ask someone about him and Ying Huan when he was warmer.

After eating a bowl of hot soup, Xin Tang finally came back to life, and he wasn't too warm, but at least he wouldn't be shaking endlessly, but his pale skin still didn't change much.

Xin Tang frowned, no longer entangled with this matter, went into the bathroom to prepare himself, so that he could go out to ask questions.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of toiletries here, but something doesn't look right.

While brushing his teeth, Xin Tang thought scatteredly: What is wrong?

After a while, Xin Tang put down his toothbrush and touched the tiles in front of him. The tiles are colder than ice in winter. After a jolt, Xin Tang finally realized what was wrong—there was no mirror here.

There is no mirror in the bathroom, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it, right?

Xin Tang touched his face carefully again, making sure that there were no strange scars or anything like that.

It seems that it's not because his face is disfigured that he doesn't have a mirror, so why?

Xin Tang couldn't figure it out. After washing, he dipped his hands in some water and scratched at his hair casually, and went out like that.

Even though it was broad daylight, the hospital was unusually quiet. There was a lingering smell of disinfectant in the nostrils. In addition, the air in the corridor was cold and cold. It is estimated that a camera could be set up to take ghost movies directly.

Xin Tang touched his face again worriedly, and after making sure that there were no terrible scars, he walked nervously to the nurse's desk at the top of the stairs, and finally saw a person—the nurse on duty today, Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing is a little girl in her early twenties. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one around, she is secretly watching dramas on her mobile phone. Through the broken hair on the side of her face, she can be faintly seen wearing a black Bluetooth headset.

"Nurse, I would like to ask a few questions."

Xin Tang deliberately lowered his voice, fearing to frighten the young nurse.

In the end, Liu Qingqing was indeed not frightened, and he didn't even notice that someone was calling her.

As a last resort, Xin Tang raised his voice: "Nurse, can I ask you two questions?"

Liu Qingqing was still immersed in the play, acting like no one else was there, fascinated.

This vigilance is too low. If the head nurse came, wouldn't she be punished?

Xin Tang had no choice but to walk into the nurse's desk by himself, and patted Liu Qingqing on the shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm a patient of 6044, can I ask you two questions?"

Without raising her head, Liu Qingqing just waved her shoulder casually, as if she just drove away an annoying mosquito.

Xin Tang: "???" Isn't this attitude too arrogant?

He patted Liu Qingqing's shoulder even harder, "Comrade! I want to ask you two questions, can you take a look at me?"

Liu Qingqing seemed to have finally realized that someone was coming, frantically turned off her phone, and looked back at Xin Tang's position.

The moment Xin Tang's eyes met, Xin Tang clearly saw that her eyes suddenly changed from guilty conscience to shock.

Xin Tang didn't know what was wrong with his face at all, why one or two looked at him like a ghost, and said impatiently: "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Liu Qingqing opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her whole face lost all color, as if she was extremely frightened, Xin Tang suspected that she might faint in a second.