My nemesis confessed to me

On the way back, Li Qingkai was still thinking, the last time he knocked down the door of his own house, if he went back this time, would even the house be demolished.

Thinking about it, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc unconsciously.

When he returned to Qingzhou Garden, he saw a mess all over the place as soon as he entered.

Overturned shoe racks, fallen clothes hangers, fragments of vases all over the floor, and overturned chairs.

But in addition, there are some other smells in the air.

The closer it is, the stronger the smell.

Li Qingkai walked in, frowning more and more tightly.

He didn't kick the door until he saw Wang Qi lying on the bed with one hand drooping by the bed, dripping blood, through the half-hidden door, and strode in.

The person lying on the bed moved in shock.

As soon as Li Qingkai walked to the edge of the bed, Wang Qi propped up his upper body and sat up.

His face was gloomy like a storm about to come.

"Wang Qi, what are you doing?"

At that moment, his heart suddenly stopped.

Wang Qi looked at his wrist slowly, tilted his head blankly, and said slowly after a long while, "I accidentally got scratched by the glass."

He grabbed Wang Qi's hand, and his fingertips were stained with bright red blood.

"Careless? You told me not to be careful?"

Wang Qi looked at him, didn't know how long it took, and then dragged his tone and said: "Ah... I dirty your bed, but... why did you take so long to come back."

Li Qingkai squeezed his wound hard, the blood was stopped, but Wang Qi didn't seem to feel the pain.

He frowned, his handsome face was heavy and cold.

"Wang Qi, answer my words!"

Wang Qi looked at him sideways, his eyes were so dark in the room without the lights on, as if they had melted into the night.

He said: "Li Qingkai, I often don't feel that I am alive."

"So you treat yourself this way?"

He couldn't help raising his volume, and even lost his composure.

Wang Qi smiled strangely.

"I used to treat people like this, but then I got tired of it."

Li Qingkai took a deep breath, pulled him off the bed, and dragged him out silently.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

Wang Qi struggled suddenly, his hideous face became a little caught off guard.

Li Qingkai looked cold and grabbed him without saying a word.

"There are only dead people there."

Li Qingkai paused.

He looked back at Wang Qi, who stared at him obstinately and crazily.

For some reason at this moment, Li Qingkai suddenly felt that Wang Qi was like a child.

Like a child who is lost and unable to see the light.

He relaxed slightly, and whispered, "Not going to the hospital."

Wang Qi pursed his lips and did not speak.

He continued: "Wang Qi, we won't go to the hospital."

After a long time, Wang Qicai flicked his fingers and pulled him gently.

"it is good."

……

He carefully treated the wound on Wang Qi's hand. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, but the blood flowed a little more, which looked a little scary.

Wang Qi looked down at the top of his head, and suddenly said, "This is the first time I've looked down at you."

He raised his head, chuckled and said nothing.

Wang Qi said again: "Why did you study medicine before?"

At that time, Li Qingkai was majoring in finance-related majors in college, but he had been learning about medicine in private, and he went abroad for a year of further study, but because of something happened to Li's family, he couldn't finish it. I hurried back from school.

It is said that Li Qingkai's original ambition was to be a doctor.

"Because my mother is not well."

He carefully wrapped the bandage around Wang Qi's wrist, his lowered eyebrows were cold but gentle.

"She's sick."

Li Qingkai paused, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak.

Wang Qi raised his chin, a little proud.

"I know, your mother is sick."

Li Qingkai pursed his lips, but did not respond.

Yes, at first he also thought that his mother was physically ill, since he was born, he rarely saw his mother, and in his memory, his mother looked like she was in the room looking out of the window all day long.

It was a very beautiful but thin woman.

Occasionally, the other party found him and would turn around and smile at him.

That was the best scene in his memory.

He matured earlier than other children since he was a child, and became independent very early.

In Wei Qingxi's words, since he was very young, he has been a fickle and indifferent person.

But he still has the beautiful back of that woman in his memory.

Regardless of whether it was the Wei family or the Li family, what they said to him was that his mother was in poor health and could not see the light or be exposed to the wind.

So for nearly ten years, he watched her from a distance through the crack of the door.

Until one day, he saw the anklet on the woman's leg, and saw the woman talking to herself in the mirror.

Only then did he really understand that his mother was sick, and that beautiful woman was not smiling at him, but looking at the air.

It also started from that day.

He suddenly felt that being a doctor was not so interesting.

However, what has been learned has not been lost.

He looked at Wang Qi again.

Perhaps it was because he would meet another sick person in his life.

"Stop licking, change it when it gets wet."

He spoke coldly, stopping Wang Qi from licking the gauze.

Wang Qi looked at him, blinked his eyes and said naively: "They say that the hearts of bad people are dark, I want to taste whether my blood is bitter."

Li Qingkai picked up a glass of water and put it in front of Wang Qi.

"Your blood is sweet."

"why."

"Because you drank my blood and neutralized it, it's sweet."

Wang Qi was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed uncontrollably, with tears in his eyes: "Where did Shao Li learn it from?"

He glanced at him lightly.

"self-taught."

Wang Qi laughed enough, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, picked up the water glass on the table, but was dazzled by the ring on Li Qingkai's index finger.

He took a sip of water, put down his glass again, and the smile on his face had changed into his usual gloomy smile.

"Li Shao's ring doesn't look like a famous designer."

Hearing his words, Li Qingkai lowered his head and turned the ring on his finger, the slight caressing movement seemed to carry an unspeakable emotion.

This is a feeling that has never been seen in the cold and decisive Li Qingkai.

Wang Qi's expression did not change, but the hand hanging under the table began to pick at the back of his hand.

Li Qingkai said softly: "It is very precious."

The nails couldn't help but use some force, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.

Wang Qi looked ahead, the smile on his face unchanged.

"It is indeed very precious. I didn't know when Li Shao and Miss Wei's family would meet again."

Li Qingkai looked sideways at him, his eyes moved slightly.

"To be more specific, it happened many years ago, even before meeting the Second Young Master."

He paused, and then said: "Besides, our friendship is not ordinary..."

"boom!"

The cup on the table fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Wang Qi raised his head and smiled at him as usual, but his eyes were as dark as old tree roots. He bent down and said softly, "Accidentally, it broke."

He picked up the fragments on the ground, but his hands trembled and he couldn't grasp them steadily. He stopped for a while and continued to pick them up, but his hands trembled even more. Immediately, he tightly grasped the fragments in the palm of his hand.

It seems that only in this way can he feel the real existence of his limbs.

Li Qingkai looked at him calmly, and flicked the hand hanging by his side.

He stabilized his voice, but he could still hear the coldness inside.

"What’s wrong with you."

Wang Qi lowered his head and said, "I'm cold."

He walked forward and knelt down in front of Wang Qi.

"Wang Qi, tell me what's wrong with you."

The other party raised his head slowly, looking at him a little blankly, his dark eyes were like the empty night sky.

He stretched out his bloody hand and stroked Li Qingkai's cheek.

"Li Qingkai..."

He looked at him patiently, neither the sweet smell of blood nor the dirt on his face.

"Wang Qi, tell me what's wrong with you."

The calm and cold voice was like a curse, which opened a big hole in Wang Qi's heart.

He pulled his lips, but his appearance was strange, like weeping and smiling, and his pale and thin appearance had an unspeakable fragility.

He said, "Don't be with Wei Qingxi..."

Li Qingkai's eyes flickered slightly, he raised his face and moved closer, lowered his voice and said, "I don't want to have anything to do with Wei Qingxi..."

Wang Qi's lips moved, his empty eyes flickered slightly, and then they focused into a gloomy silence.

He suddenly evoked a weird and wicked smile, and stroked Li Qingkai's hand provocatively across his mouth.

"Young Master Li is so obsessed with my body, can he still be with Miss Wei?"

Li Qingkai's eyes darkened, and a very light emotion flashed across.

He waved Wang Qi's hand away and stood up indifferently.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Er Shao. I don't know why Er Shao broke into my Qingzhou Garden twice. Do you really think that Qingzhou Garden is a place where you can come and go freely?"

He looked at Wang Qi condescendingly, with a very obvious sense of alienation on his expressionless face.

Wang Qi lowered his head, his fine hair covered his eyebrows and eyes.

He stood up slowly, unconsciously stroking the gauze on his wrist.

"Li Shao's taste is so good, I haven't gotten tired of it yet, how can I be willing to let go."

Li Qingkai glanced at him coldly, sneered, raised his chin and said the harshest words.

"On the day I get engaged to Miss Wei, I will definitely invite the Second Young Master to come over."

After finishing speaking, he crossed his legs on the sofa again, and said indifferently like a real master, "Now, Second Young Master, please leave."

Wang Qi's pale face had a consistent smile, but there was a trace of repressed madness in that smile.

He squinted his eyes and asked, "I don't know when Li Shao and Miss Wei's appointment will be."

Li Qingkai squeezed his sleeves, and replied calmly: "Naturally, it is a good day that the second young master can't think of."

Wang Qi laughed softly, he stood crookedly with his hands in his pockets, and smiled with his head tilted.

"it is good."

Li Qingkai raised his eyes to look at the back of Wang Qilai, his thin body was a little empty against the background of his clothes, his steps were slow and lazy, and he could faintly see a trace of instability.

The tall but thin man melted into the night and disappeared.

He made a call.

"Keep an eye on Wang Qi these few days."

He lowered his head, looked at the blood stains left under the table, and slightly bent his fingertips on the back of the sofa.

Wang Qi, Wang Qi, when will you be able to tell the truth.

The author has something to say: Li Qingkai's feelings are beginning to show