Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

The gray and black clouds seem to envelop the world like a quilt, and hang over the sky like a lingering shadow, which is inexplicably strange.

Song Yanchen gripped the wall tightly with his right hand, barely letting himself fall to his knees.

His face was pale, and his breathing was swaying. Even though he was trying to pretend to be calm, he still couldn't hide the horror and fear in his eyes.

He recognized each other at a glance.

--------The man who helped him when he was harassed by security guards, and then sent him strange packages.

The man at this moment is the same as when he first met, wearing a windbreaker and a hat, his facial features are straight and clear, his lines are very cold and hard, his broad and curvy shoulders are paired with beautiful and well-proportioned biceps, and his whole body exudes a sexy message of male hormones.

But coupled with the lingering blood-stained expression on his body, not only did he not have the temperament of a British gentleman when he first met, but he also looked like a beast that had just escaped from a cage.

The man bared his teeth, licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, turned his head casually, and showed a horrified smile. His eyes were fixed on Song Yanchen, and his voice was hoarse and deep, and he waved, "Come here."

Song Yanchen couldn't stop shaking, and cast a running look at the female doctor who was kneeling on the ground, struggling to breathe, and stood firmly on the spot without moving.

The arc of the man's mouth was slowly retracted, and the smile in his eyes cooled down, "...why..."

"... just can't be obedient?..."

The man's tone was very light, as if he was talking to himself.

After speaking, his eyes suddenly changed, he clenched the knife in his hand, and approached Song Yanchen's position step by step.

It doesn't matter....

We can go to hell together in no time...

The man stared at Song Yanchen with a strange light and unconcealable excitement in his eyes.

Song Yanchen's blood-stained lips trembled up and down slightly, and he propped his hands on the wall, enduring the pain, and slowly backed away.

The female doctor also took advantage of the time when the man was distracted and quickly got up and ran without any hesitation.

For a moment, only Song Yanchen and the man were left in the huge corridor, and the rest of the doctors and patients had already hid in the ward, and the door was tightly closed.

Song Yanchen saw the female doctor running away, he was relieved at first, but the man gradually approaching reawakened his fear.

He was about to turn around and close the door with red eyes, but his fragile body was not as sensitive as usual, especially when the man saw the sign of Song Yanchen running away again, his steps quickened and he pounced.

Song Yanchen had just rushed into the door, and before he had time to close the door, the figure of the man rushed into the room, his two hands strangled Song Yanchen's shoulders with lightning speed, and restrained him with a kind of viper. The fierce posture of the prey only fixes the person in his arms.

The bloody knife also touched Song Yanchen's almost transparent white cheek.

The blade was pressed against his fragile face, almost as long as it was a millimeter closer, it could draw a dazzling scarlet.

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and there seemed to be an incomprehensible light in his eyes, and he pressed him even tighter, "Don't move..."

Song Yanchen trembled all over, his face turned pale, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

Looking at the knife that was so close that it almost had a double image, Song Yanchen was a little dizzy, his tone trembled, and he asked eagerly, "What exactly do you want to do?....Why are you pestering me..."

The man didn't answer in a hurry, he hugged Song Yanchen's waist, forced Song Yanchen to turn in one direction, and met his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Song Yanchen met the man's fierce beast-like eyes at close range, and his face became paler.

But the man seemed not to be able to see the panic in Song Yanchen's eyes, he was completely immersed in his emotions, he put the knife back into his pocket, grabbed Song Yanchen's hand as if waltzing, held it tightly in his palm, and then revealed An intoxicated expression led Song Yanchen to dance in the corridor.

Song Yanchen endured the pain, passively followed the man's footsteps and danced lightly, his lips were tightly closed, the pain made him almost cry out.

The corner of the man's mouth also pulled out a tyrannical arc, and he bent down, about to kiss Song Yanchen's lips.

Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched slightly, and almost subconsciously, he suddenly turned his face away, and the man's kiss landed directly on his neck.

"........"

It was this head tilt, and Song Yanchen's hickey marks under the hospital gown were also faintly visible, and the blue and purple traces were like a sharp knife that instantly stabbed the man's eyes.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, the strength of his hands tightened suddenly, and his breathing began to speed up. Then, like crazy, he stretched out and began to pull Song Yanchen's clothes. His eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and he said in a rapid voice. , "Who did this!"

Song Yanchen remained silent with a pale face, as if he was frightened and foolish.

The man refused to let go, grabbed his shoulders, shook his shoulders crazily, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Quickly say! Who did this! Who did this!! Ahh Ahhh!!"

A distorted cry came from the man's mouth, his entire face was furious and ferocious, and his voice was so hoarse that it seemed to have been burned.

Seeing that the other party was about to go crazy again, Song Yanchen just wanted to hide, but was grabbed by the neck by the other party, and was firmly fixed in a position against the wall.

Song Yanchen's body was lifted up and his feet were off the ground.

"You betrayed me..." The man twisted his neck, like a clown, and let out a low laugh in his throat, his voice continued to amplify, as deafening as an ultrasonic wave.

"you are mine...."

"How can you be with someone else?..."

Song Yanchen held his breath, his face turned red, and he slapped the man's arms frantically with both hands, trying to break free.

Help....

Help......

In an instant, despair and fear enveloped Song Yanchen's whole body, and the suffocation of the dying made his breathing completely stagnant, and even the picture in front of him gradually became hazy, and the strength in his hands gradually weakened.

goat....

Song Yanchen seemed to have seen something in a haze, and stretched out his hand with difficulty, instinctively wanting to grab him.

In the next second, the tension between Song Yanchen's neck suddenly loosened, and he also fell into a cold but familiar embrace.

It was at this moment that Song Yanchen smelled the all-too-familiar body fragrance of the other party.

Heiying looked at everything in front of him expressionlessly, lowered his head a little blankly, and looked at Song Yanchen who was dying in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to have not regained his composure, his movements were not sensitive, and his expression was a little dull.

The man was thrown to the ground by the black shadow's slap, and the knife in his hand fell off along with it.

His expression was stiff, and his facial muscles were slightly twitching. The strange thing was that he was obviously very angry at the moment, but he was inexplicably unable to control his body, like a marionette, losing the ability to control his body.

How is this going? .....

He didn't see anything....

"..." The man stared at Song Yanchen who was suspended in the air, his expression became more and more distorted, his eyeballs were about to be pushed out, his expression was indescribably ferocious and terrifying, Like a skinned wolf with a big tail showing its truest appearance, its eyes are tearing open.

Finally, the black shadow who hadn't recovered for a long time was like a bomb thrown into the deep sea at this moment, his whole face collapsed, blood and tears started to flow from his eyes, and his mouth roared like a lion. He tightly hugged the fragile baby in his arms.

As soon as he raised his right hand, the man who had just been thrown to the ground by him was lifted up in the air again.

The black shadow tilted his head, waved his hand fiercely, and the man fell from the sky again, was lifted up again, and fell repeatedly.

click---

boom!

The black shadow's dark and cruel eyes fell on the opponent's body, obviously there was no unnecessary movement, but the gloomy eyes seemed to kill people with a chill that could penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

It was like carrying out a cruel and inhuman punishment, constantly torturing and torturing the opponent's body.

The man's shrill and mournful screams continued in the corridor.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a crackling sound from the corridor, as if a group of people were holding some weapons and approaching their position.

Holding his baby in his arms, Heiying looked back at the direction where the sound source was approaching, his expression was still indifferent and hungry, as if carrying an indescribable sadness and anger.

He lowered his head again and looked at Song Yanchen, whose face was still pale in his arms. His expression showed a slight struggle, and he rubbed the right side of his face with his fingertips, and gently placed him on the small hospital bed that could be seen everywhere outside the ward.

He didn't even have the face to approach each other.

Song Yanchen, who had not completely fainted, seemed to have sensed something, and stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the opponent, but he could only vaguely see a vague shadow, and when he stretched out his hand to grab it, it was just a handful of air.

He tried his best to widen his eyes and looked around carefully, but found that there was nothing in front of him, very ethereal.

Song Yanchen cried again, tears kept coming out like springs breaking a bank, and his light brown eyelashes were stained with tears.

He tried his best to reach out his hand to catch the illusory bubble in front of him, but in the end he caught nothing again and again.

"...don't, don't go..."

Don't go, I need you.

No one answered, and he only saw the scene of the female doctor rushing into the corridor with the police.

Just as Song Yanchen was weeping in despair, he grasped him with both hands, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears again and again.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

At the same time, the corners of his eyes seemed to be kissed away from tears.

"I love you."

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: Consummation, yeah

Xiao Song (indifferent): back pain