The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

An ambulance was parked at the entrance of the outpatient department of the city hospital, its red and blue lights flashing quickly.

Several nurses were standing beside the car talking, and from time to time looked at the group of figures curled up in the distance, as if they were judging the situation of that person.

Xie Xingzhou felt cold, and slowly curled himself into a small ball. He buried his face between his knees, drowned in the thick smell of alcohol, and his whole body was dizzy and shaky.

The hand was paralyzed by the alcohol so weak that he couldn't hold the phone limply, the small cube fell to the ground with a "bang", and the eager inquiries on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

The bench at the food stall was dirty and greasy, Xie Xingzhou was also stained with oily smoke, and his white shirt was stained with oil somewhere, making him extremely embarrassed.

But the cake he had been carrying was still intact, and it was safely placed at his feet.

The clivia and eustoma on the cake are vivid and beautiful, but this moment is extremely ironic.

Xie Xingzhou mechanically raised his head to look at the cake at his feet, his hands were tightly clenched, he didn't know how long it took before he let go, and then he slowly stretched out towards it.

"Xie Xingzhou!" A figure hurriedly ran up the road leading to the inpatient department.

Xie Xingzhou's fingertips trembled, and he withdrew his sinful hand as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The tall figure enveloped him, and Jiang Muye stood beside him, breathing heavily.

Xie Xingzhou looked up at the person with dry tears all over his face, his scarlet eyes adorned his pale and fragile face, abrupt and frightening in the cool night.

Jiang Muye was slightly taken aback, he had seen Xie Xingzhou's pitiful appearance, but he had never seen such a gaffe and embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Muye bent down and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xie Xingzhou's eyes.

Xie Xingzhou stared blankly at the person in front of him, tears fell like broken threads, then he stood up suddenly from the ground and threw himself into Jiang Muye's arms.

Jiang Muye was wearing a hospital gown that he hadn't had time to change, and an open coat over it, and his body was full of the smell of disinfectant.

The person in his arms hugged his waist tightly, buried his head against his chest and sobbed, which was the most trusting and dependent posture.

It was almost past zero now, and it had been four hours since Jiang Muye sent a text message but did not receive a response.

For the past four hours, he tossed and turned on the hospital bed, unable to sleep, thinking that Xie Xingzhou would never come, but...

Jiang Muye's heart softened, he smiled dreamily, and raised his hand to hug Xie Xingzhou back.

Jiang Muye's forearm was strong and strong, Xie Xingzhou was completely enveloped in his warm embrace, and he finally regained a sense of security.

He sobbed in a daze, and rubbed against Jiang Muye.

"Drinking?"

The low-quality malt fermentation smell and the smell of oily smoke were incompatible with Xie Xingzhou, and it smelled pungent. Jiang Muye frowned, and looked down at Xie Xingzhou inquiringly.

"It stinks, I want to take a bath..." Xie Xingzhou lowered his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was soft and waxy, as if acting like a spoiled child.

He was obviously drunk and couldn't answer Jiang Muye's question.

Seeing Xie Xingzhou drunk for the first time, Jiang Muye couldn't help lowering his head and scratching the tip of his red nose, and let out a doting low smile.

"You look so cute when you're drunk."

Xie Xingzhou glared at him coquettishly, then dragged him randomly in any direction, and murmured repeatedly: "Take a shower..."

Jiang Muye turned him in the direction he came from: "Go here."

He went downstairs in a hurry, didn't even change his hospital gown, and had to go back.

Xie Xingzhou let him manipulate him in a daze, and he really went in the direction of the inpatient department, but he stopped after taking two steps.

Jiang Muye bumped into his back accidentally and raised his hand to protect him.

"Cake..." Xie Xingzhou murmured and turned his head to look at the exquisite cake box on the ground. His eyes were sad, as if he was looking at a treasure that was accidentally broken.

It was only then that Jiang Muye noticed the small transparent box on the ground, which was delicately wrapped with a blue satin ribbon.

Why are you still bringing cake?

Jiang Muye picked up the box, and saw the delicate and small cake in the transparent box, with a lisianthus and an invisible flower painted on the white cream.

He recognized that this eustoma was from Xie Xingzhou - he is indeed a top student in the Academy of Fine Arts, he can even draw pictures on cakes so vividly.

Thinking of this, Jiang Muye laughed like an idiot, and subconsciously put his thumb against his hip bone, rubbing against the eustoma tattoo that became one with his skin.

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, thinking that if Xie Xingzhou gave him more eustomas, he would almost arbitrarily claim that eustomas should be classified as tokens of love between the two of them.

"For me?" Jiang Muye doubted him, and waved the cake in front of the confused Xie Xingzhou.

Xie Xingzhou didn't answer, only shouted to take a bath, and dragged Jiang Muye forward.

The person in front of him didn't answer, Jiang Muye was in a happy mood, so he took it for granted. He carefully carried the cake and followed Xie Xingzhou back to the inpatient department.

I thought Xie Xingzhou was drunk and couldn't find his way, but he walked into the right elevator and found the right ward with ease.

Jiang Muye lives in an independent ward, the hospitalization fee is expensive, and the corresponding facilities are naturally available.

Afraid that Xie Xingzhou, who was drunk, ran out and disturbed the cleanliness of the inpatient department, Jiang Muye led him in, and locked the door of the ward with his backhand.

"Wait for me for a while." He pressed Xie Xingzhou's shoulders, placed him on the sofa at the door, and then went to the hospital bed to change his clothes.

Jiang Muye took off his hospital gown, revealing the thick and well-defined muscles of his upper body, and there was a row of suction cup marks on his chest that had not been removed from the electrocardiogram, making him look extraordinarily sexy.

He grabbed a short sleeve casually, and before he put it on, he heard footsteps behind him, followed by the sound of the bathroom door being pushed and the "click" of turning on the light...

Xie Xingzhou was no longer on the sofa, but hid himself in the bathroom of the ward by himself while Jiang Muye was changing clothes with his back turned to him.

The sound of running water soon came from the bathroom, mixed with Xie Xingzhou's faint coughing.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye didn't care about getting dressed, he rushed to the bathroom and turned the doorknob.

The door handle couldn't be turned, Xie Xingzhou locked the door.

How can a person who is so drunk take a shower?

"Xie Xingzhou, come out." Jiang Muye patted on the door and said anxiously.

Urged by the eager knock on the door, the sound of water finally stopped, but Xie Xingzhou coughed continuously, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang Muye coaxed him softly again: "Hey, open the door first."

Xie Xingzhou gradually stopped coughing, but he didn't move over. The bathroom was surprisingly quiet for a while.

Jiang Muye was even more anxious, so he had no choice but to go to the nurse to get the key to open the door.

At this moment, the door lock was unlocked with a "click", and he immediately turned around and squeezed in.

Xie Xingzhou was standing at the door of the bathroom, leaning limply on the narrow sink. He stripped off all his clothes and threw them in the corner behind the door.

His thin body was covered with drops of water, which slid down the delicate and white skin texture, gathered together at the flat lower abdomen, and then fell down in large numbers.

Such a visual impact was too strong, and Jiang Muye held his breath for a moment.

Fearing that Xie Xingzhou would catch a cold, he endured his dryness and wanted to take off his clothes to Xie Xingzhou, but found that he was not wearing anything either.

They haven't been honest with each other for too long, now Xie Xingzhou is drunk and shameless, but Jiang Muye, who is overjoyed, is a little embarrassed.

He was a gentleman for the first time in more than [-] years, he tried his best not to put his gaze where it shouldn't be, but he couldn't resist the intertwined sound of breathing that was getting heavier, letting the hot factors ferment and transpire.

Jiang Muye turned around, bent down to pick up Xie Xingzhou's already wet clothes in the corner.

Unexpectedly, a mass of warm body temperature entangled behind him, Xie Xingzhou's soft arms encircled him like a boneless one, and lay across his bare waist, unable to fall.

The arms wrapped around him were blindingly white, Jiang Muye's whole body tensed up, and his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

"Xie Xingzhou, you're drunk, don't seduce me..." Jiang Muye turned around, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, and he looked at the drunken man in front of him with burning eyes.

He is quite sensible, knowing that his relationship with Xie Xingzhou is in jeopardy, if he asks someone by being drunk, Xie Xingzhou may be out of control when he wakes up.

Xie Xingzhou didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on the red mark that Jiang Muye was sucked out by the suction cup head of the electrocardiogram.

"I'm hurt..." He murmured with blurred eyes, mistaking it for an injury, and stretched out his pale fingertips to touch it cautiously.

Jiang Muye didn't dare to breathe heavily, fearing that his chest would heave a little, and Xie Xingzhou's fingers would slip to a dangerous place.

His voice was hoarse, and his whole body was hot.

"It's not hurt, don't worry."

Xie Xingzhou suddenly looked up at him, raised his head and reached out to touch the end of his brow, choked up and said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will hurt..."

This kind of red and white mark doesn't really resemble the wound burned by the fire, but the drunk Xie Xingzhou couldn't tell the difference.

He looked at Jiang Muye deeply and eagerly, but he couldn't tell who he was really looking at.

He was crying more and more, and he said something stupid: "I'm afraid you're in pain, but I'm in pain too...why are you..."

"What are you talking about?" Xie Xingzhou complained intermittently, but Jiang Muye couldn't understand and couldn't hear him clearly, so he asked him coaxingly as if he was losing his temper.

Xie Xingzhou suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Jiang Muye was caught off guard, and subconsciously reached out to grab Xie Xingzhou's waist, fearing that Xie Xingzhou would slip.

He didn't come back to his senses until he felt the smooth and familiar feeling in his palm.

But Xie Xingzhou was no longer satisfied with shallow kisses, and began to seduce Jiang Muye to ask for it deeply.

The accumulated restlessness broke through the confinement in an instant, and Jiang Muye's heavy breathing fell into the small space of the bathroom, clearly audible.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed the back of Xie Xingzhou's head recklessly, and kissed back fiercely.

"Xie Xingzhou... If you scold me to death tomorrow morning, I will never retaliate." Jiang Muye cursed, lost his mind in self-defeating, and carried Xie Xingzhou to the sink.

Xie Xingzhou leaned against the oval mirror with his smooth back, not as active as himself, hooking Jiang Muye's neck to bite his Adam's apple.

But the more he immersed himself in this lust, the more uncomfortable he was. He hugged Jiang Muye tightly, endured the green pain, and then cried out.

"elder brother……"

Jiang Muye's whole body froze, his eyes became clear instantly, and he looked at the person who made the sound in a daze.

He doesn't know who this "brother" is calling...

Xie Xingzhou was still not awake, seeing him stop, he opened his arms and hugged him.

"Xie Xingzhou, who am I?"

There were extremely complicated emotions in Jiang Muye's eyes, he frantically wanted to ask for proof, wanted to deny...but he knew best that he was just asking for humiliation.

"Duan Jize..."

Xie Xingzhou's eyes were blurred, and he cried and called him.

"..."

Jiang Muye seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water over his head in the cold winter months, and died completely.

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Duan Jize and Yu Tangtang are not together

Duan Jize will fully remember

I sigh wildly