Kuai Chuan: After I escaped from a terminal illness

After Zhan Yi left, Yu Tang hugged his knees and cried twice, asking the system to record and play it in a loop.

Then, Yu Tang lay down on the bed and played chess with System 111.

Zhan Yi didn't dare to go far, stood at the door, opened the door a crack and looked at him carefully.

The room was dark, and Yu Tang was buried in the soft mattress, crying weakly.

Yu Tang's voice was very hoarse after being injured, and when he cried, it was like a small knife, the blade was sharpened back and forth on Zhan Yi's heart.

Zhan Yi wanted to go in and hug him several times.

But he was also afraid that Yu Tang would be scared when he saw him, and his emotional instability would hurt himself.

Wen Youhe took a taxi and quickly arrived at Wenqin Garden.

Wen Youhe didn't intend to give Zhan Yi any good looks.

But as soon as she came in, she saw Zhan Yi standing at the door of the room with his crutches on his back, feeling an indescribably lonely feeling.

Wen Youhe: "Brother Zhan, your feet are bleeding."

"Hush." ​​Zhan Yi closed the door gently: "This is not in the way, don't scare him."

"Is the soup in there?"

Zhan Yi nodded, and whispered to Wen Youhe: "Xiaotang has been crying, you can persuade me, he... he listens to you."

Wen Youhe took the porridge that Zhan Yi had made.

With a heavy heart, Wen Youhe gently knocked on the door, wanting to come in.

Yu Tang lay with his back to the door, covered his face with his hands: "Go out."

"I told you, I don't know you."

Zhan Yi originally wanted to follow in, but froze in place, not daring to move forward.

Wen Youhe: "Little Tang..."

The figure on the bed froze for a moment, sat up, and looked at Wen Youhe with teary eyes: "Sister."

This sister call is really wronged.

Wen Youhe's eyes were sour, and he turned around and slammed the door shut.

Zhan Yi couldn't dodge in time, almost bumped his nose, and was mercilessly shut outside.

Yu Tang sat on the bed with his knees hugged, not daring to look into Wen Youhe's eyes: "I'm sorry."

All because of him.

Yu Tang feels that he is a complete waste, he can't do anything, and he has to implicate others.

Wen Youhe thought that Yu Tang was talking about his leaving without permission, so he smiled: "It's okay. Xiao Tang, does the wound feel better?"

Yu Tang: "I'm fine."

Wen Youhe: "Eat something, your body is important, I remember you like white fungus porridge very much, come and have a taste."

Yu Tang didn't want to bother Wen Youhe any more, "I'll do it myself."

Wen Youhe: "Okay, I'll set up the small table for you."

When Wen Youhe set the small table for him, Yu Tang was already leaning against the pillow and started to feel sleepy, with heavy eyelids.

When Wen Youhe called him, Yu Tang moved, and finally closed his eyes.

Zhan Yi came in lightly, sat on the edge of the bed, held Yu Tang, who was tired and about to fall asleep, in his arms, and let him lean against his chest.

Zhan Yi brought the porridge bowl, didn't speak, and glanced at Wen Youhe.

Wen Youhe's voice was gentle: "Xiao Tang, open your mouth."

Yu Tang obediently opened his mouth, Zhan Yi blew the cold porridge, and carefully delivered it to his mouth.

The porridge is soft and glutinous, you don't need to chew too hard, it melts in the mouth, and you can swallow it down.

But Yu Tang's throat was injured, even though it was blowing very cold, his throat hurt like it was on fire.

Yu Tang swallowed a few mouthfuls, finally couldn't help it, and started to cry softly, burying his face in Jinjin Yi's chest: "It's hot."

Zhan Yi's expression was extremely painful, as if he was the one who was burned, and he didn't dare to feed it any more.

Wen Youhe also felt distressed: "Okay, okay, let's not eat."

Yu Tang moved his hands uneasily, still feeling uncomfortable, and grabbed the clothes on Zhan Yi's chest: "Ah Yi...it hurts."

Zhan Yi broke his guard, couldn't hold back, and hurriedly asked him: "Where does it hurt, the eyes or the throat?"

Fortunately, Yu Tang was a little drowsy from sleepiness, so he didn't remember to rush Zhan Yi away, and replied: "Throat."

Zhan Yi hurriedly called the doctor over.

The doctor suggested that you can eat some ice cream to relieve the pain. If the pain is still uncomfortable, you can use medicine to relieve the pain.

Zhan Yi took a small spoon and fed Yu Tang ice cream.

This time, he didn't cry out for pain anymore. Yu Tang half-opened his eyes, unable to see who was feeding behind him, and swallowed the strawberry-flavored ice cream in mouthfuls.

Because of the dim light, the ice cream got on the corner of Yu Tang's mouth.

Zhan Yi stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe it with his fingertips, when Yu Tang's soft tongue stuck out and licked the corner of his lower lip.

Zhan Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the pulp of his thumb, which was stained with crystal water.

Zhan Yi shook his head lightly, suppressed all other thoughts, and picked up the cold porridge beside him: "Eat some more rice, drink the soup slowly, don't worry."

"Yes, ice cream."

"Xiaotang likes to eat ice cream. Be good, can you eat this after eating?"

"Stay a little longer."

"Ok?"

Yu Tang was drowsy, and suddenly said: "Ah Yi has never eaten ice cream, save some... save some for him."

[System 223: Huh, huh, so heartbroken]

[Yu Tang: Zai Zai, this is a human design-]

[System 223: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ow) This is obviously the love of gods!

【Yu Tang:...】

Come on, I will act for Zai Zai again.

System 223 is just heartbroken, and at this moment, Zhan Yi's chest is about to explode when he hears these words!

Joy and guilt are intertwined, torturing fragile nerves.

Yu Tang has a thin skin and rarely expresses his love to Zhan Yi.

But Yu Tang's love is no less than Zhan Yi's, it's all hidden in the details of every aspect of life...

Zhan Yi burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I should have recognized you at a glance."

many times...

Zhan Yi had many chances to think about it, and also had many chances to love him well!

But at the last moment, Zhan Yi stopped again, his mind was full of how to possess him selfishly...

Wen Youhe sighed and left the room.