Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

Song Yanchen suddenly pressed his heart in dull pain, like an ice pick piercing into his chest, the chill penetrating into the bone marrow was like some kind of cruel instrument of torture, tearing his skin.

Song Yanchen's fingertips trembled, and the phone fell to the ground, almost hitting his toes on the plush blanket.

At this moment, Song Yanchen felt as if he was facing an abyss, and the fear of dying slowly climbed up from the bottom of his heart, wrapped around his limbs, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

The thin white fingers were also clenched together, and his eyes were absent-minded, as if his soul had been dissected alive.

how come.......

People are dead?

Song Yanchen shook his head in a daze, as if he was trying his best to recognize whether he was in a dream or reality, until the cold feeling from the soles of his feet made him tremble all over, and he woke up as if in a lifetime.

how could be.....

Song Yanchen trembled uncontrollably, his fingers twisted into a ball.

Who did he meet these days?

Song Yanchen stiffened his back, panicked like a rabbit that couldn't find a hole.

What kind of person is Fu Luyuan...?

Song Yanchen had a headache so much that he covered his beating heart, gasping for breath like a fish lacking in oxygen.

Those two people who died...

Did he really kill it?  …

Song Yanchen hugged his arms, and his lungs contracted in bursts.

So what he saw these days...was it a ghost? .....

While Song Yanchen was thinking wildly, the lights in the room were flickering, and there seemed to be something falling on the ground outside the door, making a shattering sound.

Song Yanchen trembled all over, turned his head and looked behind him suddenly, curled up like a frightened rabbit.

In the next second, Song Yanchen felt as if something cold had touched the back of his neck. He was so startled that he slowly opened his eyes wide in the dim and flickering light, and his teeth chattered up and down.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen seemed to realize something, stood up abruptly, looked behind him, his beautiful eyes widened, "...is that you?..."

No one answered.

Unwillingly, Song Yanchen walked on the same spot, sour tears came out of his eyes again, his voice was full of grievances, "Is it you?! You talk!"

"..." There was still silence all around.

Song Yanchen couldn't hold back anymore, bowed his head and began to cry, his voice became choked.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen felt a magical touch, as if someone gently held his face, kissed the corner of his eyes, licked the remaining tears on his face, like a very thirsty fish, the touch was very subtle.

Song Yanchen's eyes widened, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the empty air in front of him, but in the end he touched an empty space.

"........"

Song Yanchen's eyes that had just shone brightly dimmed again absentmindedly.

It wasn't until the mobile phone 'ding' that there was another message that Song Yanchen was caught from the chaotic emotions.

[Wang Shiyu: Someone died again in the high school next door. The school temporarily notified that classes will be suspended for three days for recuperation. Don't go back to school, pay attention to safety. 】

The moment Song Yanchen saw the message, he almost bit his tongue.

Could it be the three people from yesterday...

Song Yanchen took a staggering step back, his beautiful eyes opened slightly, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

The fear that was barely suppressed just now swallowed Song Yanchen like darkness again.

Fu Luyuan must be right next to him...

Song Yanchen grabbed the phone tightly, didn't put on his shoes, and didn't remember to change his pants, so he was about to run out while grabbing the phone.

He is getting out of here!

But just as he stepped out of the door, before he even walked out of the living room, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and pulled into his arms.

The boy's illusory figure slowly turned into a solid body, his hands were as strong as a rope, and he held Song Yanchen tightly into his arms.

Song Yanchen's pupils trembled, his eyelashes were wet, and clusters of sticky ones stuck to his eyes, and he moved almost subconsciously, trying to break free.

But it was obvious that his strength was not enough. The boy grabbed his waist with one hand, and then quickly picked him up and grabbed him into his arms. The movement was as easy as hugging a soft The bear doll has no half resistance.

Song Yanchen's heartbeat seemed to be out of control, causing his brain to go berserk. He suddenly turned his head, looked behind him, and immediately met a pair of eyes that were so deep that people couldn't help but fall.

The boy's dark pupils were against the morning light, as black as a bottomless lake, with a bit of coldness that repelled people thousands of miles away.

"You!" Song Yanchen's tears were condensed on his eyelashes, and his throat was a little tight.

With just one glance, Song Yanchen saw the boy's expression hidden in the dark light, tyrannical, crazy, hot, and abnormally excited, like a lion that has locked on the best prey, with a very strong attack on his face sex.

Coupled with the boy's face disfigured by the fire, it is extremely lethal.

Song Yanchen became anxious all of a sudden, his legs started kicking incessantly, and his hands began to exert force, beating the opponent's chest, trying to break free from the opponent's arms,

But with his strength, it was as if he was scratching an itch in front of the opponent. The boy grabbed Song Yanchen's fidgeting hands with one hand, and quickly subdued him.

The boy hugged Song Yanchen, turned around briefly, and threw him on the sofa.

The back of Song Yanchen's head almost hit the hard edge of the sofa, his head became dizzy for a while, white light appeared in front of his eyes, and he suddenly became powerless.

The boy pushed forward, first holding Song Yanchen's shoulders, then holding the opponent's chin, prying open his teeth, the tip of his tongue sweeping across Song Yanchen's mouth, driving the opponent's slippery tongue to dance with him.

Returning to his senses, Song Yanchen was dazed at first, then his eyes widened suddenly, and his two hands began to beat the opponent's chest continuously, trying to sit up from the sofa, but was pressed down by the opponent again.

The disparity in power between the two makes for absolute oppression with no room for resistance.

The strong suffocation made Song Yanchen feel like falling into a cloud, his breathing was difficult, his face flushed, and he shook his body in embarrassment and grief.

help, help...

about to suffocate...

Finally, Song Yanchen couldn't hold back any longer. He was so kissed that he made whimpering and crying sounds. His whole body trembled like a tired puppy. Every syllable that popped out of his mouth was like a boy's strong voice complaint.

Hearing Song Yanchen's broken cry, the boy stopped the kiss immediately, quickly held Song Yanchen's wrinkled little face, kissed away the tears on the other's face distressedly, and made a dry and clumsy voice, "...don't cry..."

Song Yanchen looked at the other party's panicked expression without thinking, and the sour tears flowed more and more, as if he knew that the other party would love him, so he became more unscrupulous.

While patting the other party, he blushed and cried, "Why are you so bad..."

The boy let Song Yanchen beat himself, neither hiding nor resisting, the only thing that remained unchanged was that he held the other's face patiently, and kissed away the tears from the corners of Song Yanchen's eyes with all his strength, just like a traveler who accidentally discovered an oasis while walking in the desert, Then drink like crazy.

Unexpectedly, the more the boys were like this, Song Yanchen cried harder, his voice became hoarse from crying, and he beat each other with both hands, until finally he had no strength at all, and still couldn't stop the tears bursting out like springs.

"...You, don't cry, hit me..."

Seeing Song Yanchen crying hard, the boy hugged him even tighter, and even beat himself with his own hands, as if he was helping Song Yanchen let out a vicious breath.

When Song Yanchen saw that he was beating himself, and there was a loud noise when he struck himself, his heart trembled, and he felt a little distressed, his eyes danced, he grabbed the opponent with one hand, blinked pitifully, tears were still falling, ". ..enough, enough, stop hitting..."

The boy's movements stopped immediately.

The eyes of the two faced each other, and a rising atmosphere was constantly circling between them. The distance between the two was so close that they could kiss together as long as they moved a little closer. So close that Song Yanchen could even see clearly the boy's face. Smooth, extremely hideous scars.

Not only that, the two of them were close to each other, Song Yanchen could clearly feel the frequency of his heart beating out of control under his ribs, but he couldn't hear any movement in the other's heart, even the lingering kiss just now was clammy and cold.

Song Yanchen's heart also clenched tightly, as if being pricked by a needle, there was an indescribable chill, and the heart that had softened just now lifted up again.

His pupils trembled, and his lips moved up and down uncontrollably.

What happened just now undoubtedly did not tell Song Yanchen a terrible fact, the person in front of him was really not human.

And it is very likely that he was a murderer who killed several living people.

Realizing this, Song Yanchen stretched out his hand to resist again, but this time the boy obviously didn't realize that Song Yanchen would suddenly fight back, and Song Yanchen pushed his whole body away from the sofa and rolled to the ground.

And Song Yanchen pinpointed the moment when the boy was distracted, and quickly sat up from the sofa, before he could put on his shoes, he rushed out of the house like a refugee fleeing for his life.

There was a trace of blankness on the boy's face, and he stared at Song Yanchen's fleeing back with insatiable eyes. Instead of rushing forward as rudely and sharply as before, and snatching him back, he reached out and touched the extremely ugly scar on his face , as if caught in some kind of doubt, his expression paused.

.................................................. .................................................

run! run!

At this moment, Song Yanchen seemed to have only this one thought, stepping on the gravel and mud with his delicate porcelain white toes, every step was as painful as stepping on the tip of a knife.

Song Yanchen didn't care so much, he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, as if there was a beast chasing after him, and ran forward vigorously.

But besides the dirt and stones, there were other sharp residues on the floor. After running a few steps, Song Yanchen stepped on the glass residue with the sole of his foot.

Song Yanchen gasped, and in the next second, blood flowed uncontrollably from the soles of his feet, opening a half-finger-long wound.

Song Yanchen's face turned pale, his knees softened, and his feet also turned. The pain caused him to kneel and sit on the ground, and quickly covered his wound.

".....Do you need help?"

A magnetic and deep male voice suddenly came from above the head.

Song Yanchen suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

A tall boy stood in front of Song Yanchen expressionlessly.

The bangs of the boy in front of him slightly covered his eyebrows, and the sudden hot wind blew up the boy's forehead hair, exposing his delicate and slightly narrow facial features, three-dimensional, sharp-edged, with wheat-colored skin, looking like a sports student .

Song Yanchen looked into the other person's eyes, and sat on the ground with some embarrassment, looking like a cat that was abandoned on the road, wronged and pitiful, very lovable.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, squatted on the ground, met Song Yanchen's eyes, and then slowly lowered his head to look at Song Yanchen's feet that were still bleeding crazily.

Before asking, the boy stood behind him and grabbed Song Yanchen's sensitive ankle.

Song Yanchen's beautiful almond eyes widened, and his whole body flinched subconsciously, but he was still grabbed by the opponent, not allowing him to comment.

The boy carefully observed the wound on Song Yanchen's feet, and then took out alcohol spray from his pocket to simply disinfect the wound.

The stimulation of alcohol made Song Yanchen shrink back uncontrollably, his eyes were also stained with mist, and he gasped.

The boy glanced at him, his tone was still cold, "Hold it."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Song Yanchen's bright eyes, his ears gradually turned red, and his lips were tightly shut.

Seeing that the blood couldn't stop at all, the boy frowned slightly. Seeing Song Yanchen lowering his head and suppressing his small expression, the boy's stern face seemed to have been poked by something, and a crack appeared.

He was silent for a moment, and began to take off his white T-shirt in front of Song Yanchen.

As soon as the clothes were lifted up a little, Song Yanchen saw the mermaid line that the boy hid under the clothes, until the whole clothes were taken off, the boy's superior body lines and muscle contours were exposed to the public.

"........."

They were both boys, but at this moment Song Yanchen lowered his head in inexplicable embarrassment, a little afraid to stare at each other.

Until the boy suddenly grabbed his clothes and wrapped Song Yanchen's feet, the numbness made Song Yanchen almost fall backwards, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the other party, "You!"

The boy's dark eyes did not show any obvious emotional fluctuations, showing a hint of paranoia against the backdrop of his pale skin.

"Why didn't you even wear shoes, just ran out like that."

Song Yanchen was inexplicably nervous when he was stared at by the boy's serious eyes, and he began to stutter, "I...I..."

For a long time, I didn't utter a complete sentence.

The boy tied the T-shirt around Song Yanchen's injured leg to stop the bleeding, and then slowly approached, his eyes were dark and deep, as if he couldn't even shine through.

With such superior facial features and such a sexy body, she is simply a stunner, almost making Song Yanchen stunned.

Song Yanchen looked into the other person's eyes, his brows twitched violently, like a glow on his back, his red and moist lips opened and closed for a long time but he didn't speak.

too close.....

I'm going to kiss you any closer...

Song Yanchen's heart was terrified, he almost staggered and put his hands on the ground behind him, and moved his butt with difficulty, his face also turned red at this moment, like a ripe tomato, as if the next second Juice can drip out.

The boy's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his stern face was like a mask, torn apart.

But before Song Yanchen could see the smile clearly, the corner of the boy's raised mouth quickly retracted, and he returned to the cold face just now, so fast that Song Yanchen even wondered if he had read it wrong just now.

Seeing the air scorched, the weird atmosphere was about to explode.

The boy suddenly got up, and before Song Yanchen could react, the boy leaned over and hugged the injured Song Yanchen abruptly.

Song Yanchen shuddered, and the fear in the air made him subconsciously grab the boy's shoulders behind him, and he couldn't help shrinking into a ball and sticking to him.

The boy hugged Song Yanchen tightly and walked slowly.

The naked upper body allowed Song Yanchen to clearly see every inch of the boy's body, and the movement of the bones was like a feather, constantly tickling Song Yanchen's heart.

Song Yanchen covered his face, and his whole body was getting hotter and worse. He was almost blushing, his voice trembling at the end, and asked his last question, "You, where are you taking me?"

The boy looked at Song Yanchen in his arms lightly like snow grains, his expression remained unchanged, "Go to the pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory medicine, and then I will buy you a pair of shoes."

"..." Song Yanchen stopped talking immediately, he wanted to open it several times, and closed it again several times, performing the four-character hesitant to speak to the extreme.

From the corner of his eye, the boy keenly observed Song Yanchen's slight expression, and he took the initiative to ask, "What do you want to say?"

Song Yanchen still had a hot face, "You, why did you help me?"

The boy's expression paused slightly, as if he was thinking about how to answer, his words were lingering on his lips, and he said unhurriedly, "When you see an injured kitten, everyone wants to help, right?"

"?" Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched slightly.

kitten?I?

Song Yanchen's thin figure was reflected in the boy's dark eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of straightness in his lazy posture.

The boy was bare-chested generously, and walked for a while before finding the nearest pharmacy.

Along the way, Song Yanchen vaguely felt the strange gazes from around them, especially at the moment when the boy carried him to the bench in front of the pharmacy, Song Yanchen could even see a little girl standing at the door of the pharmacy seeing him In an instant, his eyes widened, and the word 'knocked' was almost on his face to express his excitement.

"..." Song Yanchen took a deep breath, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The boy didn't seem to see his embarrassment, and even patted his little head very naturally, and said quietly, "Sit here and don't move, I'll come out after buying the medicine."

Song Yanchen's heart beat faster, and his whole face was pained.

Why is the atmosphere between the two of them so weird...

Could it be because he was influenced by 'Fu Luyuan' just now, so that he opened the door to a new world and made his thoughts less pure?

Thinking of 'Fu Luyuan', Song Yanchen's eyes that had just lit up immediately darkened again.

He... actually doesn't reject that kiss...

But as soon as he thought that the boy in front of him was not a human being, or even a murderer, Song Yanchen's fear was like darkness with nowhere to hide, wrapping him tightly.

This fear of dying made him unable to treat 'Fu Luyuan' with a normal heart.

Song Yanchen couldn't help thinking about it, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his head couldn't help lowering his head.

The boy walked out of the pharmacy with the bought medicine and bandages, cotton cloth, and knelt down in front of Song Yanchen, his voice softened, "Does it still hurt?"

This pose is like a marriage proposal.

Song Yanchen was stunned for a moment, raised his head to meet the boy's eyes, looked into the other's eyes, the cool summer wind blew up little sparks in his heart, like a volcano waiting to erupt, it exploded.

"...No, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Song Yanchen stammered even more.

The boy let out an 'um', took off the bloody T-shirt from Song Yanchen's feet, and patiently used the props he just bought to help him bandage the wound.

Song Yanchen swallowed, pressed his heart, and heard his violent heartbeat covered by the breeze.

it's wired......

After the wound was healed, the boy grabbed the T-shirt that had just wrapped Song Yanchen's feet and put it on again.

Song Yanchen's eyes widened, and he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop the other party, and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

The whole person spoke with embarrassment, and both eyeballs were almost popped out by him.

The boy's deep and indifferent voice suddenly interrupted Song Yanchen's chatter, and said unhurriedly, "You are blushing."

Song Yanchen's face turned even redder, and he covered his face with both hands without seeing it, and buried his head in his chest.

The boy slowly got up, staring down at Song Yanchen whose ears were all red, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

really.......

Still have to use this face...

Only then can we better bind the other party by our side.