After losing his memory, he was chased by his green tea ex-boyfriend

His forehead twitched, his leaning forward body trembled slightly, Qi Fengyu supported the bookshelf with one hand, his breathing became heavy, like a dying beast trying to suppress something.

Yet his willpower was extraordinary.

Qi Fengyu used his steadfast and frightening rationality to forcibly restrain all the collapsed emotions in his body without revealing anything, and moved his facial features inch by inch, putting on the mask that protected him again.

Until everything is as usual.

However, it was hard for Mu Shaoai, who was looking for books at the side, not to notice his big movement.

He glanced at Qi Fengyu, and when he looked over, the man had already restrained his emotions, so Mu Shaoai's eyes fell along the trend, paying attention to what Qi Fengyu was doing.

Then I saw the old exercise book in his hand.

...isn't it?How could this person be so precise in discovering everything that he didn't want him to discover?

Mu Shaoai whispered weakly in his heart.

He walked over under the urging of some uneasiness, handed out the second volume of the psychology book he found, blocked Qi Fengyu's view of the exercise book, and tried to interrupt his movement, "here. Found it, this It's the second volume of that book."

Qi Fengyu's attention to the few books in the corner made Mu Shaoai feel inexplicably cramped.

And the fact that those books were read by people other than him brought a kind of dizziness that made his temple ache, making him almost recall the pain that the accident had caused him.

Once again, it hit the red heart accurately.

He began to regret bringing Qi Fengyu into his bedroom.

"Thank you." Qi Fengyu's face was still a little pale under the light, and his lips were dry like dehydration.

He first took the book and put it between his elbows, and then asked in a casual manner: "These books in the corner are treated completely differently from the other books on the shelf, do they have any special significance? "

Mu Shaoai's forehead throbbed violently, and his breathing almost stopped.

He himself can't explain why he attaches so much importance to those yellowed books, and he can't even remember their specific origins, but he just knows that these books are...very important to him

It seems that the existence of these books is already a kind of beacon to anchor him from the pain.

Mu Shaoai fell into a trance, and it took him a while to recover.

He pressed his thumb on his temple, trying to drive away the throbbing pain, and said casually: "It's nothing, it's just a gift from a friend before, I planned to put it away, but I forgot it, so I put it there Never mind."

--"But it is".

Qi Fengyu's eyes were covered with a layer of haze, the corners of his lips curled up sarcastically for a moment, and when Mu Shaoai looked over, they pressed into a rigid line again.

Some kind of extreme emotion inspired the aggressiveness in his bones.

Qi Fengyu tilted his head slightly, his facial features were covered with a kind of coldness, his thin lips parted, and said coldly: "Since it is not important, and it has been turned so old, I will throw it away for you later." drop it?"

As he spoke, he slightly exerted force on his palm, and smashed the exercise book onto the bookshelf, making a gesture to take all the books away.

"Wait!" Seeing his rough movements, Mu Shaoai's heart began to throb along with his forehead, and the fear of losing activated the sense of emptiness deep in his soul, causing the caged monster to once again ready to move.

stop.

Can't, can't be in front of him...

He tried to control himself, but to no avail.

Even the fingertips of Mu Shaoai's hand that was stretched out to stop Qi Fengyu were trembling.

Mu Shaoai's concern for old books made Qi Fengyu relax a little, but before that calmness could dispel the rising aggressiveness, he keenly noticed something wrong with the youth's state.

The hand that landed on his wrist was trembling, its five fingers were closed, and it couldn't even hold his wrist firmly.

The temperature of the skin on his fingertips was shockingly cold.

Qi Fengyu watched helplessly as the five slender fingertips changed from a healthy pink color to a kind of ashes that did not bleed, and when they were attached to his strong and powerful arms, they looked even more shocking.

Mu Shaoai was originally extremely thin, even if he gained some flesh these days, it was still not enough to fill the gap between his bones and skin, let alone take into account places like fingers that are not easy to grow flesh.

That abnormal physical reaction is undoubtedly proving some guesses.

—He is ill.

This was the first time that Qi Fengyu saw such an obvious pathological reaction on Mu Shaoai after guessing something.

He noticed that the pupils of those amber eyes were also starting to dilate.

Mu Shaoai unconsciously bit his lower lip with his teeth, so hard that he tore the dry lip lines and pulled a bright red wound.

He was shaking so much that he looked as if he would disintegrate into scattered sand on the ground at any time, but it seemed that some unknown force had taken over his control over his body, making him seem to be trapped by an invisible force. As if manipulating a thread, tremblingly clasped Qi Fengyu's wrist, and said persistently: "No, don't, those are gifts from my friends, put them there, don't touch them."

His shoulders moved his wrist bones, he trembled repressedly, his back was slightly arched, and his whole body showed a sharp arc, and his distracted eyes did not fall on Qi Fengyu, just blindly in the empty air Looking for something.

But his fingers holding Qi Fengyu's wrist were so hard that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

It was a kind of anxiety that could be seen with the naked eye, lingering on every inch of his body, allowing Mu Shaoai to take off the usual layer of disguise, revealing the inner truth.

He is like a statue made of glass.

Fragile, fragile.

There was a sharp tingling pain in the wrist, probably the skin was broken.

But the pain on the chest is far from being able to compare with the pain in the heart.

Qi Fengyu began to regret why he tried to test Mu Shaoai for a moment of injustice, so that he forced out a side he had never seen before.

He wanted to know everything about Mu Shaoai, but he didn't want to see him like this.

"Okay, listen to you, I won't move them...don't worry, those books are just there, no one will touch them." Qi Fengyu comforted the young man with an unprecedented gentle tone, even breathing so lightly.

The hand that was still moving roughly before carefully lifted up the collapsed books and put them back to their original positions one by one until they were no different from before they were pulled out to read.

This familiar scene seemed to have activated a certain self-assembly program in Mu Shaoai's body, he blinked in confusion, his dilated pupils gradually focused, and fell on the person in front of him.

Qi Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"I'm sorry," he looked into the depths of those amber eyes and sincerely apologized: "I shouldn't have said that, since it was a gift from a friend, only you have the right to deal with them, since you If you care about these books, it's good to put them here like this... Even if they are old, it's good to think about them."

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm really sorry." He repeated emphatically, with regret in the corners of his brows and eyes.

While Qi Fengyu was talking, he used his free hand to close the hand pinching his wrist, and then completely wrapped the palm that was a circle smaller than him, gently rubbing the soft and warm palm Pointing at the back of the hand with hard phalanges, the fingertips alternately squeezed the young man's cold fingertips until each of his fingers was re-stained with normal temperature.

The reassurance of another human being is very real.

The warmth flowed back from the fingertips to the heart. This was the first time that Mu Shaoai overcame the pervasive sense of emptiness without the help of external objects, and locked the beast in his heart back into the cage. .

He yearned for the warmth on the back of his hand, and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

Mu Shaoai lowered his head slightly, looking at the two folded hands, his half-down eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a swaying shadow on his cheek.

Or maybe, it has nothing to do with trauma or anything...

He just simply likes the feeling of being wrapped in soft love.

Until the high body temperature not only warmed the fingertips, but also climbed up Mu Shaoai's cheeks inch by inch, making the cheekbones flush.

He shrank his fingertips, clenched his fist slightly, and rubbed the hard joints on the back of his hand like a small animal to Qi Fengyu's palm, signaling that he could let go of himself.

Qi Fengyu was not in a hurry to let go, first he scanned the person in front of him from head to toe, inside and out with his eyes, and after making sure that there was really nothing wrong with him, he silently let go of his hand.

He clamped the book on mental trauma under his elbow, glanced at the clock hanging opposite the bed, and asked softly, "It's eleven o'clock, isn't it time for you to go to bed?"

He didn't say a word about Mu Shaoai's obvious abnormality, but calmly changed the subject.

Mu Shaoai instinctively followed his gaze to look over, but after a little relaxation, the precise biological clock had already given him the answer.

He was starting to feel sleepy.

Besides, it is really not suitable for him to continue to be in the same room with Qi Fengyu because his nerves are so tense that they are about to break.

He was even a little grateful to Qi Fengyu for not asking anything.

"Well, it's time for me to wash up and rest." The young man didn't realize that his lips were still red with tears, and nodded obediently: "I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow."

The end of his words raised slightly, with a trembling voice of guilty conscience. The sluggish face matched with the delicate touch on his lips made him look extraordinarily alluring in such a night.

Qi Fengyu's muscles were subconsciously tightened by his coquettish tone, but the haggardness on that pale face shattered all the charming emotions.

He suppressed the worry deep in his eyes, and nodded calmly, "You really should go to sleep. Then I'm leaving, you should rest early, don't be too tired."

When he turned around, he intentionally covered the book with his body slightly, so as not to arouse Mu Shaoai's association, and his whole body exuded an unconscious tension.

Mu Shaoai was more nervous than him, and wanted to escape even more, but he realized that there seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two, and subtly eased the embarrassment and helplessness.

He stood in the same place as if he was empty, his eyes were always glued to Qi Fengyu's back, moving with his steps.

Even his parents and elder brother had never seen the appearance of Mu Shaoai's mental illness outbreak.

It was the first time he fell ill in front of outsiders, which caused his spirit to show an uncontrollable anxiety and uneasiness. Fear was hidden under the seemingly calm water, ready to rush out at any time to give him a blow to the head.

However, Qi Fengyu's attitude of indifference and as usual has greatly eased this tense mental state.

That weird feeling of accidentally revealing something ugly and unbearable about yourself, and that instead of being questioned and pityed from above, it's accepted.

...the crippled self was accepted.

It is a feeling that I have never experienced before, but it is extremely reassuring.

The emotion rising from the bottom of his heart made Mu Shaoai's nose sore and he wanted to cry.

So when Qi Fengyu walked to the door and was about to open the door to leave, some emotions in his heart broke through the cage, making him blurt out impulsively: "My friend has a party this weekend, you...do you want to come with me?" go?"

Wait, what the hell am I doing?

The emotion on Mu Shaoai's face hadn't cleared up yet, it turned into a bright annoyance, and a little bit of fear of being rejected.

Lu Ran asked him to meet on the weekend, but he didn't intend to bring anyone there.

It was supposed to be so.

He is actually afraid...?

Mu Shaoai's exposed emotions made Qi Fengyu feel soft-hearted that he couldn't refuse, but the past hidden in the shadows tightened his nerves, so he had to ask vigilantly: "What friend?"

Mu Shaoai was taken aback by his somewhat cold tone, and began to fiddle with the cuff buttons of his shirt awkwardly. The more he talked, the more he felt palpitated: "...Some of the friends who have been playing since childhood are all descendants of aristocratic families."

The time when the stress response ended was the time when he was most sensitive mentally.

He could clearly hear the line of resistance in Qi Fengyu's tone, and he had already begun to regret that he owed Qi Fengyu the invitation.

Besides, regardless of whether Qi Fengyu would refuse, just thinking about the usual entertainment activities of Lu Ran and his group was enough to make him gasp.

If it weren't for the fact that this gathering was really irresistible, even Mu Shaoai himself didn't want to go.

Mu Shaoai was so regretful that he wanted to swallow back what he just said, and hastily added: "Of course, you can refuse if you don't want to."

The vague expectation in his words made Qi Fengyu narrow his eyes suspiciously.

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