Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Xin Tang thought about it, but decided not to open it.

This iron box, which looked out of place in the kitchen at first glance, was still placed in a not-so-secret place, as if deliberately tempting him to open it, giving him a particularly ominous feeling.

It was very similar to what Ying Huan would do, and he didn't want to obediently walk into Ying Huan's trap.

As for curiosity, to be honest, Xin Tang didn't have much curiosity about this box full of "traps".

Xin Tang put the box back in place, and lifted the gray curtain on the knife holder.

When his eyes touched the knife, a chill suddenly surged in his heart that made his hair stand on end.

He doesn't have any memory of the past in his head, so he doesn't even know why he's scared, just subconsciously backs away.

There was a sudden pain in the chest. At first it was just like a needle prick, but it became more severe and spread to the whole chest, as if it was torn apart, making Xin Tang gradually feel suffocated.

He couldn't breathe, and the inside of his chest was squeezed crazily, exhausting the oxygen, so there was a slight tingling pain in his lungs.

"Bam—"

Xin Tang fell to the ground in embarrassment, unable to breathe, and unable to utter a voice for help. His whole brain was occupied by pain, and he couldn't do any self-help behavior except grabbing the clothes on his chest.

He didn't suffer any injuries just now, logically speaking, the pain now should be the pain he imagined.

But the fact is, no matter how hard he tried to calm down, the piercing pain did not weaken in the slightest. Instead, it was like boiling water, continuously burning his flesh and blood.

Why is this happening?

It hurts...it really hurts!

Ying Huan... Ying Huan...

At this time, Xin Tang couldn't think of anyone other than Ying Huan. Although he still felt that Ying Huan seemed to be hiding some secret, it was undeniable that he had accepted the fact of marriage and took Ying Huan as his reliance.

Xin Tang was in a daze from the pain. Before, she was able to comfort herself to calm down, but then she only knew to call Ying Huan's name over and over again in her heart, and her consciousness gradually collapsed. The voice didn't even realize: "Ying Huan..."

"I'm here."

A gentle voice seemed to reach his ears through thousands of mountains and rivers, breaking through the shadowy miasma surrounding Xin Tang.

Xin Tang tried her best to focus her eyes, and saw that Ying Huan had come to his side at some point, and carefully hugged him who was curled up into a ball.

Warm, safe, and tolerant, for a moment, Xin Tang even had the illusion that he was hiding in Ying Huan's body.

"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you, don't be afraid..."

Ying Huan comforted Xin Tang patiently with a soft and gentle voice.

Like warm water flowing, quietly, it easily suppressed the boiling water.

Following Ying Huan's voice, Xin Tang slowly peeled out of the boiling water, his painful soul calmed down, he gradually regained his senses, and subconsciously hugged Ying Huan even tighter, his voice almost choked with fear: "You finally came I thought I was going to die..."

"It's okay, I'm here, tell me, what happened just now?"

"I don't know, I'm suddenly scared, and my chest hurts, Ying Huan, I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Hearing the "chest pain", Ying Huan's eyes suddenly sank, and he pressed the back of Xin Tang's head, preventing him from raising his head, but his voice was still as gentle as before in Xin Tang's ears: "It's all right. , Why do you have a chest pain? Think about it carefully, what were you doing before?"

Xin Tang didn't realize what was wrong at all, and honestly recalled what happened before: "I, I wanted to cook and prepare to chop vegetables. I just opened the ash curtain on the knife holder, and suddenly it happened..."

"It's because of the knife," the gloomy look in Ying Huan's eyes faded, and in the blink of an eye she returned to her previous worried and gentle expression, as if everything was just a passing illusion.

He sighed, and let go of the hand that was clamping the back of Xin Tang's neck, "This is your old problem, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."

Xin Tang was finally able to raise his head and looked at Ying Huan's beautiful and gentle eyes. There was more dependence and trust in his eyes than before. He didn't know what kind of dark eyes this man showed half a minute ago.

"No, nothing, what's wrong with me?"

"I'm still in a meeting, can I tell you tonight?"

"Are you still in a meeting?!" Xin Tang hurriedly let go of Ying Huan, "Then you go back quickly, your boss doesn't like you, why did you sneak out?"

"Is your chest still hurting?"

After Ying Huan said this, Xin Tang suddenly realized: "It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."

"It should be fine, come in and accompany me."

"Is that bad?"

"Aren't you afraid of being alone?"

In fact, Xin Tang was a little scared.

"But you are in a meeting, will I disturb you?"

"No," Ying Huan pulled Xin Tang into the study, "You used to be like this."

Soon, Xin Tang understood what the phrase 'you used to be like this' meant.

After Ying Huan entered the study, she didn't rush back to the meeting, but opened the cabinet next to the sofa. Xin Tang saw that there were five or six novels neatly piled up inside, as well as some mild snacks.

Could it be that when Ying Huan was working at home, he would lie on the sofa, read novels and eat snacks?

This... Not only did Ying Huan not throw him out, but he even took the initiative to ask him to come here to play?

Xin Tang couldn't help feeling a little guilty. No matter what attitude Ying Huan had towards his amnesia, there was one thing he shouldn't question—that was Ying Huan's feelings for him.

Perhaps, before amnesia, they were really a loving couple, including so many photos on the wall, which can prove this.

The more Xin Tang thought about it, the more he felt that his previous attitude towards Ying Huan was too hurtful, and he wondered if he should guard against Ying Huan like a wolf in the future.

Xin Tang sighed quietly, but before making a sound, he suddenly remembered that Ying Huan was still in a meeting, and held back, and looked at Ying Huan with a guilty conscience, and his heart beat suddenly a little heavier.

He came back sneakily, squatting next to Ying Huan's legs most of the time, and what he saw the most was Ying Huan's smooth and firm jawline.

Seriously, this was the first time he saw Ying Huan's face at work.

Ying Huan has protruding browbones and a high nose bridge. At first glance, his facial features are three-dimensional and gorgeous. When he narrowed his eyebrows slightly and looked down at the documents in his hand, the coldness of abstinence dilutes the beauty, and the whole person looks extremely beautiful. Contradictory impact.

Xin Tang didn't know if he was a face controler before, but at this moment, his heart beat faster for the ascetic and elegant Ying Huan.

This is precisely the brilliance of Ying Huan. He is the most beautiful flower in the middle of the swamp, exuding a kind of helpless, innocent and fragile beauty all the time. The prey is lured into the trap, and they don't even know that they have been attacked. Bewitched.

Xin Tang never realized the identity of his prey, and after making up his mind to accept Ying Huan, he exaggeratedly breathed a sigh of relief as if he had overturned a mountain pressing on him, and flipped through the novels in the closet with peace of mind.

Two of the six books had been read, and one of them still had a bookmark. Xin Tang didn't remember what he might have read before, so he flipped through the book with the bookmark from the beginning.

This novel tells the story of a death row prisoner and a priest. The young priest came to Dead Of House to accompany the death row prisoner through the last journey of his life. He was amazed by this elegant death row prisoner like a nobleman at first sight.

Under the deliberate guidance of the death row prisoner, he forgot the teacher's advice to him, was brainwashed step by step by the death row prisoner, and finally made the decision to let the death row prisoner go.

The title of the book is "Instigating Rebellion", and the content mainly tells how the condemned prisoner lured the priest step by step. The final ending is that the priest promised to let the condemned prisoner go, without detailing whether the condemned prisoner successfully escaped from prison.

Xin Tang liked this story very much. For some reason, the condemned prisoner in the book reminded him of Ying Huan.

The priest finally realized that the condemned prisoner wanted to use him to escape from prison, but he could no longer stop himself from making a wrong choice. At this time, the priest evaluated the condemned prisoner as a beautiful devil.

beautiful devil...

Xin Tang unconsciously rubbed the line of words, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some unevenness under his hand. He lifted the book, put it in a place facing the light, turned it from several angles, and finally saw scratches on the paper that looked like fingernails. .

These marks don't seem to have been put on by accident. What kind of mood did he have in the past, and what purpose did he have to leave these marks?

Beautiful devil, what did he want to express at that time?

"Are you reading this book again?"

At some point, Ying Huan had finished the meeting and walked to Xin Tang's side. When he saw the book in Xin Tang's hand, his eyes were a little unclear.

Xin Tang came back to his senses, "Well, there is a bookmark in this book, so I read it again out of curiosity."

"Finished? Do you like it?"

"I like it very much. The structure of the story is not complicated, but the progress is reasonable, and it feels completely in line with the character of the protagonist."

"What about Alfred? What do you think?"

Alfred, that is, the name of the death row prisoner in the novel.

Ying Huan could remember this name, and Xin Tang was a little surprised: "Have you read this book too?"

"You liked it very much. Read it to me."

"Read it?" Xin Tang was even more surprised, "I'm quite leisurely."

Ying Huan snorted, pinched Xin Tang's face and said quietly, "You used to love me very much."

It's like... acting like a baby.

"I'm not quite right now..." Xin Tang paused, unable to say the rest, and simply changed the topic back: "Then what, you just asked me what I think of Alfred, right?

Cough, I actually like him quite a bit. Although he has done a lot of bad things, he is not a pure villain for the sake of evil. Instead, he has a sense of powerlessness being pushed away by fate. "

Ying Huan raised her eyebrows, the arc of her smile didn't change at all, but suddenly there was an indescribable weirdness: "I thought you would say, I look like him."

Xin Tang heard that Ying Huan's speech was getting slower and slower, the tone was getting softer and colder, and the air seemed to freeze.

There seemed to be an invisible cage hidden in those deep and dark eyes, locking him firmly in place.

Beautiful devil, Xin Tang thought of the word again.