Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

In the blink of an eye, it was Ying Huan's birthday.

Making cakes is not a problem for Xin Tang. Prepare two more ingredients, and you can always make a perfect one.

The problem now is - Xin Tang looked at the shirt spread out on the bed and fell into deep thought.

It wasn't until this time that he suddenly understood Ying Huan's intention of pointing out that he was preparing for a birthday surprise, not just to make that damned wish logically.

He's just a fool, and he's trying to get others to trick him.

Do you want to wear it or not?

Wear it, he is not willing to be routine like this, of course, part of the reason is because of embarrassment.

But if you don't wear it, he doesn't feel very good.

There is only one birthday in a year, and seriously, this is the first time he celebrates Ying Huan's birthday.It's fine if he didn't know before, but now he already knows what Ying Huan wants.

Really annoying!

It's five o'clock now, and Ying Huan will be back in about half an hour. He has to make a decision within 20 minutes.

The pressing time is like a knife hanging behind the back, making people more irritable.

Xin Tang walked back and forth in the room, still unable to make up his mind. As time passed, he picked up the tablet and decided to see how the majority of netizens reacted to this situation.

"What should I do if my boyfriend wants me to wear sexy lingerie?" There are quite a few people who ask this question. All major platforms have this question, and there are hundreds of replies.

Xin Tang randomly chose one to look at, and found that everyone's opinions were surprisingly unanimous:

"Wear it! Why don't you wear it? If you don't wear it, someone else will show it to your boyfriend!"

"Wear it! Even the best couples need to add freshness before."

"Wear it if you can accept it, maybe it can warm up your emotions, why not do it?"

……

All in all, it doesn't matter whether it's male or female, 1 or 0, T or P, one word, and it's over.

Occasional youthfulness is pleasing, but permanent dullness will only make people bored.

Xin Tang was startled when he saw this. Compared to him in high school who dared to wear women's clothes and blindfolded, isn't he now as dull as a piece of wood?

At the end of the question and answer, someone recommended a store to buy clothes.

Xin Tang clicked on the link, and his world view was shattered by the dazzling array of products.

Especially the best-selling black cheongsam, the model is a muscular man!

Just that whole set of fabrics is not as many as his pair of underpants!

No, he can't.

Looking back now, it was just wearing Ying Huan's shirt, which didn't seem to be a big deal, at least it covered everything that should be covered.

Xin Tang finally made up his mind to put on Ying Huan's shirt, ran to the coffee table downstairs and took a collar|snare around his neck, fastened the leash, and bit it in his mouth.

Then he took the cake and came to the entrance, ready to be ready a second before Ying Huan pushed the door in.

As soon as Ying Huan entered the door, she saw Xin Tang kneeling in the hallway wearing only a large white shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing the brown-red collar around her neck, and a small bell in the middle. It hangs down to the middle of the collarbone.

So beautiful... that he wanted to bite into something.

Seeing that Xin Tang felt more and more uncomfortable, he stretched his neck, signaling Ying Huan to take the leash away quickly.

However, Ying Huan just frowned, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack leisurely, untied the tie with one hand, took the leash with the other hand, hooked the silver chain with his index finger and pulled it upwards. Pull: "Get up."

Xin Tang couldn't be more confused, he came to see Ying Huan after he had made enough mental preparations, and thought something would happen, but in the end, Ying Huan just woke him up?

Although, he was a little unspeakably disappointed!Is it time to feel sorry for him when he is cold?

But Xin Tang didn't have such a thick face and asked Ying Huan why he asked him to get up, trying to pretend to be happy, and stood up holding the cake.

He followed Ying Huan step by step, thinking that Ying Huan was going to take him to the living room, wrap him in a quilt and blow out candles, but in fact, Ying Huan didn't even step into the living room, and took him directly into the kitchen, turned on the two stoves and burned him. Two pots of water.

"What are you boiling water for?" Xin Tang asked.

"You shouldn't be asking that right now."

"Then what should I ask?"

"You should ask, do you want to have the cake first, or me first?"

It was obviously a slightly oily sentence, but when it was spoken from the beauty's mouth in an indifferent and calm tone, the effect was completely different.

Xin Tang was teased so that her heart was beating fast, but she didn't even react, she had already followed Ying Huan's words.

Ying Huan smiled sideways and said, "Then... let's eat the cake first."

Xin Tang: "..." He once again inexplicably felt a feeling of being hung up, and his heart felt unbearably itchy as if he had been crawled by ants.

Originally, he tried his best to hold back and cater to Ying Huan, but now he has become anxious mixed with resentment without his knowing it.

Ying Huan, however, still maintained that calm and calm look, took out the lighter from the kitchen, and lit the candles on the cake.

The lights in the kitchen were not turned off, and even if the candles were lit, there was not such a perfect atmosphere of light and shadow, it just added a few wisps of dancing fire shadows to Ying Huan's face.

Ying Huan looked down at the dancing candlelight, and before Xin Tang urged him to close his eyes and make a wish, he had already blown out the candle.

Xin Tang didn't expect him to do this, and his voice couldn't help raising his voice: "Hey! You haven't made a wish yet!"

"What I want, I will get it myself."

"Is there anything you can't do?"

"Yes," Ying Huan nodded, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Xin Tang, his dark eyes looked both beautiful and serious, "But we still have a lot of time, don't we?"

"Why us? I have no idea what you want to do."

"You'll know."

Again, Ying Huan didn't intend to tell him at all, and didn't even give him a hint. Xin Tang couldn't even tell whether Ying Huan wanted him to know the answer behind it or not.

Ying Huan took out the candle and remained on the side, "You did this?" It was obviously a questioning sentence, but he said it in an affirmative tone.

"I did it, I added more sugar, how about you try it?" At this point, Xin Tang put aside the tangled things just now, and looked at Ying Huan with some expectation.

"Ah."

Ying Huan responded lightly, but did not move for a long time. Xin Tang couldn't help urging him: "Why don't you eat?"

"Wait for you."

"Ah? What are you waiting for me to do? Do you still have to wait for me to feed you?"

Ying Huan blinked her left eye, didn't say yes, but basically acquiesced.

Xin Tang was a little speechless: "Are you still talking about it yourself? You have to eat a cake and let me feed it. Are you still a child?"

"I'm not a child..."

Before Ying Huan could finish speaking, the clever Xin Tang directly pried a piece of cream into Ying Huan's mouth and stopped him: "Eat it!"

Ying Huan lowered her eyes, wrapped the tip of her tongue around Xin Tang's fingertips, and took away all the cream with a light sweep.

"Well……"

"Isn't it delicious?" Xin Tang was a little nervous.

"I like sweet ones."

"Isn't it sweet enough? I've intentionally doubled the amount of sugar."

As he said that, Xin Tang pried a piece of cream into his mouth, it was so sweet that his expression control went out of control, and his brows wrinkled into a ball.

"It's very sweet, how much sweeter do you want?"

"Two more candies will be enough."

Ying Huan suddenly tightened the leash, and Xintang was forced to raise his head. The next second, his warm lips touched his ears, and the hot breath made goosebumps on the side of his neck: "Tangtang."

Xin Tang's brain was never so good, and he suddenly understood what Ying Huan meant.

He suddenly remembered that Ying Huan suffers from schizophrenic personality disorder and finds it difficult to establish an emotional connection with others. Perhaps it was not because he made Ying Huan understand what love is that he became that special case.

Ying Huan loves sweets, he only knows how to enjoy the sweet taste, so Tangtang is like two pieces of sweet candy in his eyes.

This is a helpless fact, but it is also the purest and most sincere love of a patient.

Xin Tang didn't feel sad because of this, on the contrary, he felt a kind of trembling from his soul——

Healthy love makes people warm and free, while sick love, like the last rose in the barren desert, is unparalleled in beauty, but also scorching and tragic.

He thought, he is willing to be the only rose that belongs to Ying Huan.

He abandoned his timidity, anxiety, shame, and doubts, and completely opened himself to Ying Huan.

I don't know when it started, the pervasive cold was replaced by dry heat, the two pots of water on the stove had already been heated up, and white mist continuously evaporated while bubbling.

The door of the kitchen was ajar, and most of the heat was trapped in the room, engulfing the figures of the two of them.

Everything in front of him became a little hazy, as if he had fallen into Ying Huan's foggy eyes, and he was wrapped in a fine and dense net, with nowhere to escape or hide.

It was as if the whole person had been split into two completely different halves, one half was constantly falling and sinking, while the other half was grabbing something and squeezing upwards to escape.

Xin Tang felt that Ying Huan, whom he clings to tightly, was also the source of his pain.

But pain and pleasure are never distinct. On the contrary, because of the pain, he felt the splendor and madness of the collapse of tall buildings and the bursting of magma.

When Xin Tang woke up, apart from feeling a little foreign body and a little sore in his back, he was actually in good spirits, not as miserable as he had imagined beforehand.

Sure enough, don't jump to conclusions if you don't know the whole picture.

Xin Tang moved away Ying Huan's hand and quietly got out of bed, still feeling fine, and even skipped a few times on a whim.

"Hiss—" It's so sour.

It doesn't seem to be all right.

Suddenly there was a muffled laugh from behind, and Xin Tang turned his head. It was Ying Huan who woke up at some point, sitting on the bed and looking at him.

"Why are you laughing?"

In fact, what Xin Tang wanted to say more was that you still had a smile on your face, but he felt that it seemed like you were acting like a baby, so he changed his words.

Ying Huan smiled and said, "You used to be like this too."

It was rare for Ying Huan to take the initiative to bring up the past, Xin Tang hurriedly answered: "I often do this?"

"Not often, only the first time you finish jumping, and then you learn to be smart."

"Oh."

Xin Tang didn't even know how to pretend, he said yes, but his expression was full of puzzlement, although it was a bit uncomfortable, but it wouldn't be so bad that he wouldn't dare to jump again after learning a lesson, right?

Ying Huan added in a low voice: "It's the first time I have no experience, it's bleeding..."

"Stop! Don't tell me the details!" Xin Tang started to feel pain when he heard the word bleeding, and quickly interrupted Ying Huan: "I'm going to wash up."

For the details of the first time, he could see clearly when he opened the CD under the cabinet, what Ying Huan's commentary did he want!

Xin Tang brushed his teeth slowly, staring blankly at the tiles in front of him. After so long, he still couldn't get used to the absence of a mirror.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and when his eyes focused again, a wide and long mirror suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the mirror, he was holding a toothbrush in his mouth, his mouth was covered with white foam, and his eyes looked a little dazed and numb.

Xin Tang was taken aback and suddenly woke up.

This is not the first time, and once before, he also saw the mirror in the bathroom.

Before he lost his memory, something major must have happened, causing Ying Huan to remove all the mirrors in the house.

Asking Ying Huan would definitely give no answer, Xin Tang sighed and put his doubts back in his heart.

After washing up, Xin Tang lay back on the bed and studied Sokoban in Ying Huan's warm arms. He couldn't find out the way for a long time, and Ying Huan couldn't help but mention him a few words.

Xin Tang, of course, sternly refused Ying Huan's offer to help cheat. After some negotiations, he also got a penalty that Ying Huan had to rely on his intuition to pass a test.

Wasn't he and Ying Huan one person and one level at the beginning to let Ying Huan experience the real fun of playing the game? The two of them spent two to three hundred levels without deciding the winner. This negotiation can be said to be a big step forward.

When Xin Tang racked his brains and finally passed level 241, it was almost 12 o'clock. Ying Huan had just finished washing and went down to make lunch.

Xin Tang went down to look for Ying Huan with the tablet in his arms, happily told him about it, and asked, "Do you work a lot in the afternoon?"

"Not much." Ying Huan replied.

"That's right, you play level 242 this afternoon, and I have to watch you in person."

Ying Huan was noncommittal.

Xin Tang stood at the door for a while, inadvertently caught sight of the clothes Ying Huan took off on the first floor yesterday were still on the floor.

It was late, and Ying Huan went straight to cooking when she came down, without packing these things.

He picked up the clothes and threw them into the laundry basket in the bathroom, and suddenly remembered that he should check whether there was anything in the pockets of the clothes, and picked up the coat and trousers, and checked the pockets carefully.

It really made him find something-a pen and a piece of paper.

Xin Tang unfolded the paper and found that it turned out to be a receipt for roses, and the time was two o'clock in the afternoon yesterday.

Two o'clock yesterday afternoon?He didn't get any roses!

Xin Tang's eyes were red and angry, he copied the information on the receipt to the memo, and decided to find out who Ying Huan gave the flowers to in person sometime.

As for the pens and receipts, he stuffed them all back into his pockets. It would be better if they were washed to pieces. He didn't plan to have a showdown with Ying Huan on these pretentious things.

Ying Huan came out after finishing lunch, only to find that Xin Tang, who was still with him in the morning, had turned cold.

"What's wrong?" Ying Huan asked.

Xin Tang glanced at him faintly, turned on the tablet, and played "Little Lucky".

The gentle female voice flowed slowly: "I heard raindrops falling on the green grass..."

Ying Huan: "???" Did I mess with you?

Xin Tang tried hard to restrain himself from being noticed by Ying Huan, but it was obviously difficult. He was never a good hunter who was good at hiding his emotions, and he would do things against his emotions when he was impulsive.

For example, seeing Ying Huan couldn't help ordering "Little Lucky" for himself, or for example, after Ying Huan finished his work in the afternoon, he just didn't want to give Ying Huan the tablet and watch him play Sokoban with his intuition.

All in all, annoying.

Guessing that Ying Huan was also quite annoying, she directly grabbed Xin Tang into her lap and hugged her.

"Go ahead."

Xin Tang couldn't help but stared at Ying Huan pretending to be indifferent: "What are you talking about?"

"Why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry."

"Then can I kiss you?"

Xin Tang gritted his teeth: "Yes."

Ying Huan pressed down on the back of Xin Tang's neck and kissed it. He kissed so hard that he could even taste a bit of blood between his lips and teeth, as if expressing his dissatisfaction fiercely.

Xin Tang couldn't breathe, he wanted to push Ying Huan away, and wanted to tell Ying Huan that he was willing to reveal the reason for his anger publicly, but if Ying Huan didn't let go, he could only sink in suffocation.

After an unknown amount of time, Xin Tang felt that his consciousness had been sluggish due to lack of oxygen, and an abrupt doorbell rang to break the oppressive atmosphere.

Ying Huan seemed to relax a bit, Xin Tang turned his head to avoid his lips with difficulty, and shouted out of breath: "Someone, someone is here!"

Ying Huan pressed against his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not someone important."

"He's found his home! Maybe there's something urgent!"

Ying Huan paused for a moment, then raised his head to look at Xin Tang. The light came from behind Xin Tang, casting a shadow over Ying Huan's body. The dark eyes made Xin Tang shudder.

"Ying Huan..." Xin Tang couldn't help calling Ying Huan's name in a low voice, as if it would give him a sense of security.

Ying Huan suddenly broke into a smile, and the gloomy atmosphere dissipated.

"I hope he really has something important to do."

Ying Huan got up to open the door. Xin Tang sat anxiously on the sofa and waited. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy, especially when he saw Ying Huan opening the door, he had an urge to squeeze the door open and escape. .

This is very wrong.

The strange impulse made Xin Tang extremely flustered, he forced himself to look away, saw the stairs behind him, and ran up uncontrollably.

Faintly, he heard a strange voice at the door, mixed with anger and questioning: "Where are others? Why can't I contact him!"

Subconsciously, Xin Tang looked back, but only saw the closed door and Ying Huan's back disappearing through the crack of the door.

He sped up and ran upstairs, but instead of returning to the bedroom as planned, he turned a corner and came to the balcony on the second floor - from here, he could see the situation at the door.

The person who came to find Ying Huan was a young man, or more appropriately, a boy. He looked a whole circle smaller than Ying Huan, dressed in thin clothes, with a bit of wind and dust, but his aura was not completely suppressed by Ying Huan.

The distance was too far, and Xin Tang couldn't hear what they were saying, so he could only tell from their body movements that their relationship was not very good.

The boy was very emotional, shouting something angrily, and even wanted to make a move several times, but was blocked by Ying Huan.

He came to find someone, but Xin Tang had no idea who he was looking for, what relationship the person he was looking for had with Ying Huan, and what relationship he had with Ying Huan.

In the end, the boy was obviously disappointed, and after walking out the door, he turned around and said something cruel to Ying Huan.

Ying Huan didn't seem to be listening, because he turned around suddenly and looked in the direction where Xin Tang was.

Xin Tang hid behind the curtain in a panic, his heart beating fast, and then, he thought about it, but he couldn't figure out the reason for his reflexive avoidance.

Also, did Ying Huan see him just now?

About two to three minutes later, Ying Huan came back.

Xin Tang hid in the bedroom and could hear Ying Huan's footsteps. He could tell that Ying Huan had come straight to the bedroom and had no intention of going to the balcony to take a look.

So, Ying Huan didn't see him just now?

Or did Ying Huan know him so well that he knew he would definitely go back to the bedroom?

Xin Tang was so upset that he couldn't find a suitable excuse.

When Ying Huan entered the room, Xin Tang's breath was already in his throat. At this moment, his mind was completely blank. When Ying Huan asked him why he was standing by the window and why he was hiding, he probably said nothing. not come out.

However, Ying Huan just asked him: "Why did you come up?"

"Ah?" Xin Tang was cold for two seconds before realizing that Ying Huan just asked him a very simple question, and quickly replied: "Ah, yes, I thought you guys would talk for a while."

"I have nothing to say to him."

"That's it."

There was an embarrassing silence for a while, maybe Xin Tang was the only one who felt embarrassed, but Ying Huan seemed interested, and continued to ask him, "Why don't you ask me who he is?"

Xin Tang didn't know what Ying Huan was going to do, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "Didn't you tell me about the past?"

"He's different."

Ying Huan narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "Not only will I tell you who he is, but you also have to remember him, and run away when you see him."

"why?"

"He's the one who killed your father."

Although Xin Tang has no memory of his parents, and when he first woke up, he heard the news of his parents' death without any fluctuations, but as time passed, the emotional blank caused by amnesia was gradually filled, and it was difficult for him to remain indifferent to his parents. .

Now that he heard that his father might not have died in an accident, his heart suddenly arose: "Didn't you say that my father was an alcoholic and died of alcoholism before he was sent to the hospital in time?"

"You've been helping dad stop drinking..."

Because of that person's induction, he became addicted to alcohol again and again, and finally died alone in the dark and cramped rental house.

The next day, that person named Tang Jiuri came again, almost as soon as Ying Huan's car got out, the doorbell rang.

The doorbell at the gate is equipped with a monitor, which can simultaneously transmit the outside picture to the display screen inside the house. The only disadvantage is that there is no sound.

Xin Tang could only see Tang Jiuri yelling anxiously, but he had no way of knowing what the man said.

After hesitating for a while, Xin Tang did not open the door.

The only person he can trust now is Ying Huan, and he has no reason to go against Ying Huan's wishes to meet someone who might have killed his father.

Xin Tang covered her ears and hid back on the bed. The quilt was pulled directly over her head, blocking 80.00% of the volume at once.

After an unknown amount of time, Xin Tang felt a little bored. He lifted the quilt and noticed that the doorbell had stopped.

Xin Tang walked out of the room, turned around, and went to the balcony to look in the direction of the door.

Tang Jiuri still hasn't left yet, stopping Aunt Huang from talking.

Aunt Huang pushed Tang Jiuri away and waved her hands repeatedly, apparently rejecting his request.

Tang Jiuri quickly stood up and grabbed Aunt Huang again, but Xin Tang seemed to have seen Tang Jiuri put something into Aunt Huang's pocket while she was refusing.

Aunt Huang pushed Tang Jiuri away again. Tang Jiuri lowered his eyebrows and left here slowly as if giving up.

This further confirmed Xin Tang's previous thoughts, he did put something on Aunt Huang.

Xin Tang walked downstairs just as Aunt Huang entered the room.

Aunt Huang greeted him, took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack. It was just a piece of paper caught on the edge of the pocket that fell, but Aunt Huang didn't notice. See.

When Xin Tang focused his attention and wanted to ask about what happened just now, Aunt Huang had already put away her clothes and walked in with the newly bought vegetables.

He deliberately didn't pay attention to the coat hanging at the door, and asked Aunt Huang, "Aunt Huang, do you know the person at the door?"

"We've met a few times before."

"Then how did you drive him away?"

"You don't have a good relationship with him. We used to quarrel when we met. Tell me not to let him in."

"Is that so?" Xin Tang murmured to himself, becoming less suspicious of Ying Huan's words.

After recovering, Xin Tang asked again: "Then what did he tell you just now?"

"He wants to come in."

"You've been talking for so long, and he didn't say anything else?"

"It's just a set of requests." Aunt Huang rubbed her fingers, looking unnatural: "Xiao Mister, can I cook? It's getting late."

Xin Tang didn't have anything to ask, so he nodded, "Go."

In the afternoon, Xin Tang played the latest level of Sokoban for a while——242 Ying Huan had passed the level last night, and she was still holding Xin Tang. Under Xin Tang's full supervision, she passed the level with intuition. Usually, it only takes half an hour or less. You can pass the test when you arrive, and it took Ying Huan two hours to succeed last night.

Tired of playing, he stood up and walked around. When he passed the entrance, his eyes caught a piece of paper in the corner of the shoe cabinet.

Xin Tang walked over to pick up the paper, unfolded it, and found a few words scrawled on it:

"Why didn't you reply to my message? What did you mean by what you told me last time? Are you under house arrest by him?"

Although I don't know why this note appeared here, it is obvious that this is what Tang Jiuri stuffed into Aunt Huang.

He didn't intend to see it, but he saw it unexpectedly.

"Dingling—" the doorbell rang suddenly, startling Xin Tang.

It happened to be next to the display screen, and Xin Tang glanced at it. It was Tang Jiuri again, and he knocked on the door persistently, as if he would not leave until he saw Xin Tang.

It seemed that the person Tang Jiuri was looking for...was him?

What do you mean he was under house arrest?What did he tell Tang Jiuri last time?

Xin Tang looked puzzled, and pressed the fingerprint verification on the door lock, and there was a vibration under his finger, showing that the fingerprint verification failed.

He changed his fingers and still failed, until the fingerprint verification was locked and the alarm sounded, he still failed to open the door.

He couldn't open the door, he seemed... really under house arrest?

Xin Tang went back to the living room with stiff hands and feet, sat on the sofa, and let his mind go blank.

He can't hear anything now, he just wants to wait quietly for Ying Huan to come back and get an answer from Ying Huan, and he doesn't even have the memory of when Aunt Huang left.

Time seems to be stagnant, and it seems to pass quickly. In the last second, he just sat on the sofa and spent the second when everything grew to barrenness. In the next second, the door opening sound of "buzz-click" has already left him Thoughts pulled back.

Xin Tang's eyes refocused, he stood up, stared at Ying Huan who was walking slowly, and said word by word: "I can't open the door."

His tone was so calm that he didn't expect it himself. When he first realized that he might be under house arrest, his mood was clearly broken and helpless, but the strange thing is that he no longer feels this way now.

Speaking carefully, it seems that what he is really afraid of is the word "house arrest", not Ying Huan.

There was no panic on Ying Huan's face, and he didn't stop in his footsteps. As he walked towards Xin Tang, he said, "Where do you want to go? I can accompany you."

Xin Tang took half a step back and asked bluntly, "Are you going to put me under house arrest?"

"You can put it another way," Ying Huan tilted his head, even though the fact that Xin Tang was locked up was in front of him, he still didn't show any guilt: "I'm protecting you, so you will feel better? "

"Protect me? So lock me in the house?"

"Do you find it unreasonable?"

Xin Tang didn't even know what to say for a while, he didn't understand why Ying Huan could be so calm in the current situation.

Ying Huan hooked his fingers around the bow tie and pulled it down. His slightly rough movements seemed to show that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"You know what's more unreasonable to me?"

"what?"

"You have been in a coma for seven days for no reason, and you haven't found the reason until now. Why do you think I can let you go out alone?"

Xin Tang opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He almost forgot that the reason for his amnesia was just a coma for no reason.

"But..." After a while, Xin Tang recovered his voice, looked into Ying Huan's eyes and asked, "You can't lock me up at home forever."

"Why not?"

Ying Huan answered quickly, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, and his eyes were so calm that no one could see that he was joking at all.

Xin Tang was nervous for a moment, but before he even had time to think carefully about the meaning behind it, Ying Huan suddenly laughed, like a smug smile that cannot be restrained after every successful joke.

"It doesn't seem to be possible. When spring comes and there are more people outside, can I add your fingerprints back? Before that, I can only feel sorry for Tangtang."

Xin Tang still felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Just imagine, if he was faced with the situation where Ying Huan fainted for no reason, he wouldn't be able to let Ying Huan go out alone.

Ying Huan walked forward again, but Xin Tang didn't retreat, he successfully embraced Xin Tang.

"Just tell me where you want to go, and I will accompany you, huh? Okay?"

"……All right."

Xin Tang silently thought that this is not considered house arrest, but just because he was worried about him and asked him not to go out alone for the time being.

But in this way, his plan to secretly check who Ying Huan bought the roses for was impossible to realize.

Xin Tang simply took this opportunity to ask all of them: "I understand what you mean, then I have one more question."

"Um?"

"Did you buy roses for your birthday? Who did you give them to?"

Ying Huan raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

"You got mad at me because of this yesterday?"

"This problem is very serious." Xin Tang expressed his attitude with a cold face.

You know, Ying Huan is a patient with schizophrenic personality disorder. Sending roses to another person is not easy, no matter how you look at it?

Reminds him of the nightmare of being replaced.

Ying Huan couldn't help pinching Xin Tang's face, and casually uttered a name that both of them were familiar with: "An Xiaofei."

"Ah?" Xin Tang was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly realized that Ying Huan was answering his previous question - the roses that day were for An Xiaofei.

He pulled away Ying Huan's hand and asked in a raised voice, "Is that the day of her death?!"

Ying Huan replied flatly: "Yes."

"I do not even know……"

"It's none of your business, I didn't tell you."

Having said that, Xin Tang still blamed himself.

Ying Huan would specially send flowers on the anniversary of his death, which showed that he still had feelings for An Xiaofei, but he didn't know anything that day, and he couldn't imagine what Ying Huan would be like at that time.

But Ying Huan's next sentence made the tears that almost wet his eyes flow back directly:

"Don't think too much, roses are the flowers she hates the most."

Xin Tang: "..."

Ying Huan raised the corners of her lips and continued: "I went to her just to tell her how happy I am now. Next time you go with me, seeing that you are so cute, maybe she will be so angry crawl out of the urn."

Xin Tang: "..." Good guy, Bai blamed himself.

He really thought too much, how could a person like Ying Huan have feelings for a woman who had made him suffer for more than ten years.

If he really had feelings, it was just a disgust that he wanted to make An Xiaofei feel uncomfortable even if he died.

Xin Tang couldn't help being even more curious, what did An Xiaofei do before?Will the key to cure Ying Huan be hidden inside?

It's a pity, obviously Ying Huan still has no plan to tell him now, no matter how much he asks, it's impossible for him to find out.

It's a bit cruel to ask Ying Huan to cook dinner after such a fuss.

Xin Tang thoughtfully offered to order takeaway food, so that Ying Huan could stop working hard.

Ying Huan didn't say anything until the evening, when Xin Tang went to the bathroom to take a shower, and the hot water poured over his body, which made him feel so comfortable that his whole body relaxed. When he was least prepared, Ying Huan pushed the door and walked in.

"Why did you come in!" Xin Tang turned pale with shock.

In stark contrast to his behavior, Ying Huan took off his clothes slowly: "Don't worry about it, fuck/you."

Xin Tang: "???!!!"

I don't know if it was because of the questioning at night, or because of the special environment in the bathroom, Xin Tang only felt that it was countless times harder than on his birthday.

He even felt the pain, like a poor prey bitten by a wild beast and unable to resist, but in the extreme pain, he felt the psychedelic sinking brought about by surrender.

Xin Tang's eyes turned white for a while, and he couldn't remember what Ying Huan did later. He only felt that after a long time, Ying Huan picked him up, but he didn't have the strength to resist.

There was only one thought left in his mind: he still had to make Ying Huan work harder in the future.