actor, he refuses to remarry

Ji Yanzhi felt uneasy.

It's not that he felt bad because he missed Fang Zhi's birthday, but that he had promised to celebrate Fang Zhi's birthday with him early in the morning, and now that he was going back on his word, Ji Yanzhi felt a little sorry.

He was even more afraid of leaving any clues, giving Fang Zhi a chance to blackmail him.

Ji Yanzhi rushed back to the apartment in a hurry.

Fang Zhian lay quietly on the table, already asleep.

His head was buried in the crook of his arm, his right hand rested on the back of his head, and his mobile phone was placed aside.

There is a birthday cake that has not been opened on the table, and the table is full of sumptuous dinners.

They are all Ji Yanzhi likes to eat.

Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath, stepped forward and gently pushed Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi raised his head, stared at Ji Yanzhi with red eyes for a long time, and gradually became clear, "Are you back?"

Ji Yanzhi glanced at the clock on the wall.

Twelve and a half.

Fang Zhi's birthday has passed.

Ji Yanzhi explained: "Suddenly there is something urgent tonight, so..."

Fang Zhi's eyes fell on the cake, and he got up: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

Fang Zhi picked up the tomato scrambled eggs in front of him and walked to the kitchen: "Go take a shower first, I'll warm up the dishes for you, you can eat something after washing."

He quickly entered the kitchen, leaving Ji Yanzhi with a lonely and thin back.

This matter is Ji Yanzhi's fault, he decided to say "Happy Birthday" to the other party tonight.

After taking a shower, Fang Zhi had already heated up the food.

He was holding the cake box, looking like he was about to dispose of it as trash.

"Keep it." Ji Yanzhi frowned: "Give me a piece later."

Fang Zhi smiled and threw the cake and the box into the trash can: "Why bother? It's past twelve o'clock, what kind of cake are you eating?"

Ji Yanzhi held his chopsticks. He was very hungry, but he had no desire to eat at all, so he just stared at Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi gave him a sarcastic smile: "Ji Yanzhi, is it fun to play tricks on me?"

Ji Yanzhi: "What?"

Fang Zhi sneered: "If you don't want to celebrate my birthday with me, just tell me clearly, I'm not a three-year-old child, why the fuck would I kneel down and beg you to celebrate my birthday with me?"

Ji Yanzhi's face was pale.

Fang Zhi's eyes turned red: "Seeing me waiting like a dog for your return, don't you feel particularly fulfilled? Huh?"

Ji Yanzhi frowned: "Fang Zhi, I'm not as boring as you. I said there was something urgent, but there was something urgent. It was my fault for not coming back in time. I can apologize to you."

Fang Zhi disdains.

Ji Yanzhi put the gift bag on the table: "Your birthday present."

"Who cares."

Ji Yanzhi couldn't bear it anymore: "I came back late, but I didn't want to play tricks on you, Fang Zhi, what right do you have to lose your temper with me here? Birthday... Heh, last year when you were on my birthday, you bet me Your group of friends are happy, what did I say? Do you have the nerve to say that I am playing tricks on you?"

He threw away the chopsticks in his hand, grabbed the gift bag, and threw it into the trash can.

"It's fine if it's not rare."

Ji Yanzhi turned and went back to the bedroom.

"you!"

Fang Zhiqi's chest was tight and painful, he stared at the closed door, gritted his teeth hard, and quickly took out the gift bag from the trash can.

After patting the floating ash on it, he unpacked it like a baby.

"I didn't say no..."

He stared at the cold watch, his eyes became even redder.

The price of the watch is not low, but no matter how he looks at it, he thinks it is not as good as the paper crane that Ji Yanzhi folded himself.

Fang Zhi took off his original watch, put on a new one, walked to the door of the bedroom, and knocked on the door in a flattering tone: "That...what, today is my birthday, the birthday is the oldest, you... don't talk to me Get angry, okay?"

Ji Yanzhi opened the door: "It's past twelve o'clock."

Fang Zhi frowned: "Then you didn't come back yesterday? You promised to spend my birthday with me, but if you make up for it, will you die or something?"

Ji Yanzhi: "How's it going? Didn't you throw away the cake?"

Fang Zhi: "Don't eat the cake, have a meal with me."

Fang Zhi reheated the food.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Zhi asked, "Is there anything urgent for you today?"

Ji Yanzhi lowered his head and bit the chicken leg, and looked up at him upon hearing this.

Fang Zhi: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Ji Yanzhi: "Xiaozhou is drunk, I'll pick him up."

Fang Zhi's face turned pale.

Although he guessed that Ji Yanzhi was with Zhan Juzhou, Fang Zhi felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart after hearing him say it himself.

He poked at the food in the bowl sullenly: "You have such a good relationship with him."

Ji Yanzhi didn't shy away: "Yes, it's pretty good."

Fang Zhi: "..." Did you fucking admit it?

Didn't you see that your real boyfriend is still sitting across from you?

Fang Zhi almost crushed his chopsticks: "Last time I went to the hospital with a stomachache, I called you, and you went to his place too, this time again."

Ji Yanzhi's face was light: "How can you compare with him."

Fang Zhi couldn't eat anything anymore.

This sentence hit him too hard, it seemed that in Ji Yanzhi's eyes, he was inferior to Zhan Juzhou in every way... Even, he was not qualified to compare with Zhan Juzhou.

Fang Zhi put down his chopsticks: "It's my birthday, can I make a birthday wish?"

Ji Yanzhi: "Just tell me."

"I want to do it."

Ji Yanzhi: "What?"

Fang Zhi: "I want to do it."

Ji Yanzhi looked at Fang Zhi in a daze.

Fang Zhi: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything. What about that ring? I want to see you wear it."

Ji Yanzhi threw that ring into the toilet and flushed it away, so of course Ji Yanzhi couldn't get it out.

"Change it, I put away all the rings."

Fang Zhi: "We are a couple, why don't we wear them?"

Ji Yanzhi avoided his gaze with some guilt: "It's too troublesome to be photographed by the media."

"Then wear it at home, in private." Fang Zhi looked at the one on his ring finger: "I can do it, why can't you?"

Ji Yanzhi couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you want to sleep with me? Yes, go take a bath."

Fang Zhi suddenly jumped up from the chair.

He looked at Ji Yanzhi excitedly: "Brother Yan... are you serious?"

Ji Yanzhi supported his forehead: "Go take a bath first."

He didn't intend to have a platonic love affair with Fang Zhi. If making love could calm Fang Zhi down and stop picking on him all the time, he might not be able to have sex with Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi hurriedly went to take a shower, he was so flustered that he almost knocked over the chair.

After taking a shower, he couldn't wait to get into the bedroom.

Ji Yanzhi sat by the bed, as if waiting for him.

It's been a long time since they've done anything like this.

Fang Zhi carefully sat down beside him and kissed Ji Yanzhi's lips.

Ji Yanzhi closed his eyes, subconsciously hiding back.

Fang Zhi grabbed Ji Yanzhi's cold hand, and pressed Ji Yanzhi under him little by little...

He kissed Ji Yanzhi little by little, from his eyebrows to his sexy Adam's apple.

He noticed Ji Yanzhi's stiffness, and tried to awaken Ji Yanzhi's body's desire with a lingering and affectionate kiss.

But half an hour later, Ji Yanzhi was still as stiff as a cold piece of wood.

At first Fang Zhi thought they hadn't done it for a long time, and they were unfamiliar, but then he suddenly realized——

Ji Yanzhi seemed very afraid of going to bed with him.

Fang Zhi stopped breathing heavily.

Scarlet pupils full of depression fell on Ji Yanzhi's body.

He closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale and in pain, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

Fang Zhi's heart felt sour, and his head gradually calmed down.

Brother Yan is afraid of himself.

He... is actually so afraid of himself...

Fang Zhi let go of Ji Yanzhi.

Ji Yanzhi opened his eyes, sat up and looked at him: "Don't do it?"

"You don't want to have sex with me at all, why force yourself? My mother's birthday is just a fucking birthday, and you don't need to dedicate yourself."

Ji Yanzhi's complexion became even paler, and he tightly grabbed the bed sheet with his hands.

Fang Zhi smiled wryly: "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, you should go to bed early."

He grabbed his clothes, put them on quickly, closed the bedroom door gently and left.

Ji Yanzhi sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed, opened the window, and dissipated the suffocating smell from the room.

He sighed heavily.

……

Fang Zhi ran to the balcony and smoked two cigarettes in succession.

There was a cloud of depression in his heart, which couldn't be dissipated heavily, and his temples throbbed with pain.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, he turned and went back to the bedroom door: "Brother Yan, are you asleep?"

There was a slight movement in the house.

"what's up?"

"I asked Yang Jie to find a very good psychiatrist. I'll take some time tomorrow to take you to see it, okay?"

Ji Yanzhi's voice was hoarse: "...OK."

He also doesn't want to live too tired.

Just go and see.

Early the next morning, Ji Yanzhi and Fang Zhi went straight to a mental hospital in the city with a particularly good privacy.

The attending physician in the psychiatry department was surnamed Lu. He asked Ji Yanzhi a few questions briefly, and then asked the nurse to take Ji Yanzhi for an examination.

Ji Yanzhi was slipped from one consulting room to another like a spinning top. After working all morning, his whole body peeled off a layer of skin.

"Mr. Ji, the preliminary diagnosis is that you have PTSD."

Fang Zhi frowned: "P...TSD?"

Dr. Lu: "It's what we often call post-traumatic stress disorder. With all due respect, did Mr. Ji encounter any bad experiences?"

Ji Yan subconsciously clenched his fists, his face pale.

Fang Zhi's voice was hoarse: "Internet violence, seven years. There are... many... bad things."

Dr. Lu understood: "Today is just a preliminary understanding. This illness should not be urgent. I will prescribe some medicine for Mr. Ji first, and then cooperate with regular psychological treatment..."

Fang Zhi was impatient: "Can it be cured?"

Dr. Lu froze for a moment, then smiled: "It will definitely work."

Fang Zhi nodded: "Okay, then I will trouble you, Doctor Lu."

When going out, Doctor Lu suddenly stopped Fang Zhi.

"Mr. Fang Zhi."

Ji Yanzhi looked back at Fang Zhi, then wisely got into the elevator and left.

Fang Zhi frowned and asked him, "Does he have any questions?"

Dr. Lu: "No, not Mr. Ji. Most PTSD patients will be greatly relieved or even cured through systematic treatment."

"That……"

Dr. Lu's voice was gentle: "I'm talking about you, Mr. Fang."

"I?"