Chapter 105: The Unspeakable Words

After Xie Qingcheng had driven He Yu away, he took another shower.

The bath was humiliating and Xie Qingcheng was so uncomfortable that he could barely stand up, and when he was finished, he took some fever-reducing pills and tried to lock himself up.

But the bed was already a mess and it was impossible to sleep.

Xie Qingcheng had to brace himself and put the sheets away again, the marks on them were unbearable to look at, and he still couldn't believe that he had taken some kind of ecstasy last night to do such a ridiculous thing with He Yu.

He wasn't shy, he just thought it was outrageous, especially when he looked at the marks on the sheets, something he didn't even think two men could toss.

It's so fucking haunted.

Xie Qingcheng coughs softly, removes the sheets, throws them in the washing machine, and replaces the mattress before he can finally throw his aching body between the pillows and blankets.

"Ahem ......"

Tossing and turning, the heat was unbearable and Xie Qingcheng was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep.

He was in such a bad state that the only thing he was glad of was that Xie Xue had gone with Li Ruoqiu and never returned. He did not have to disguise himself in front of anyone, and was finally able to remove his mask and reveal a face that was a little dazed and fragile from his illness.

It took a while for the antipyretic to take effect in Xie Qingcheng's body.

But perhaps it was because He Yu's scent was still in the house, and Xie Qingcheng saw He Yu's eyes last night before he drifted off to sleep.

Those love-soaked, thirsty, naked, needy, inseparable, and then lustful eyes ......

Xie Qingcheng's heart is somewhat choked.

It was in this mood that he slowly lost consciousness ......

Xie Qingcheng slept until the next morning because of the sleeping ingredients in the fever reducer.

Feeling his fever subsiding a bit, he got up, washed and dressed, and casually found some leftover dumplings in the fridge and warmed them up to eat.

So after a while, Xie Qingcheng sat down and started to read a book.

Xie Qingcheng Reading books, like watching jellyfish, is a way of distracting oneself from the boredom within.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Xie Qingcheng, who had easily sunk into the world of books, came back to his senses: "Who?"

The teenager's voice came from outside in a low whisper, and it was actually He Yu seeking him again, "...... It's me."

The pen in Xie Qingcheng's hand, which was taking notes on the book, stopped for a moment and the tip of the pen cut through the paper.

He heard the teenager outside say, "Would you mind opening the door?"

"......"

"...... I want to talk to you."

Xie Qingcheng: "Stand."

"Brother ...... why did you lock the door."

"Because there will be people like you bothering me while I'm working."

The person at the door paused: "...... Xie Qingcheng ...... You open the door."

"Will you open the door? I'm not comfortable in my ...... mind."

If he hadn't said that, then Xie Qingcheng suddenly thought of He Yu when he was going crazy on him, panting against his ear and saying, "I don't feel well, I have heatstroke, it's hot."

"Xie Qingcheng: you give me relief from the heat."

Xie Qingcheng's voice was another octave colder: "Stand."

The teenager then didn't say anything.

After a while, Xie Qingcheng heard a very sharp scratching sound from the door, like nails scraping against a blackboard, and He Yu was there scratching at the door like a cat to annoy him.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Are you childish?"

"I'm really not feeling well. I really want to see you, is your fever getting better? I want to stay with you ...... I want to talk to you."

Xie Qingcheng doesn't bother with him, turning on the stereo on his desk and cranking up the soundtrack to drown out the sound of He Yu's fingernails scratching the door panel.

He just read for a while, and gradually, there was no sound outside.

Xie Qingcheng then turns off the stereo again and finishes what little is left to write. When he had turned the last page, he got up and went to the tea table to pour a cup of coffee. Looking up at the time, he thought that He Yu should be gone and he should go out to get another prescription. But as soon as he had gathered his two books and opened the door, a hand slammed the door open!

Xie Qingcheng, who was not a sluggard, was quick to react and slammed the door shut again, but He Yu was much crazier than he was, clutching the door frame with his hand.

There was a bang!

He Yu's hand was smashed with a red mark, the skin broken, and seconds later, blood poured out of the wound at once.

He Yu did not feel too much pain, and his almond eyes stared fixedly at Xie Qingcheng through the doorway that had not been closed because he was pressing against it.

Then he slowly, bit by bit, pushes the door open as if he were prying open the shell of Xie Qingcheng.

He came in.

With bloodied hands, he clutched Xie Qingcheng by the lapels of his coat and then, without a care in the world, crushed him against the wardrobe with such force that the whole cabinet shuddered and buzzed, and an ugly vase of flowers sitting on top of it was knocked off and fell straight onto He Yu's shoulder.

He Yu suffered, still not looking at his eyes, and this time the blood was not only on his hands, but also on his shoulders.

The two men hit a switch in their tussle and the incandescent light went out, plunging the house into a chaotic darkness.

Xie Qingcheng stared into the darkness at the wolf-like eyes that were close at hand and whispered, "You're really fucking sick. Didn't I tell you not to come back?"

He Yu's voice was also muffled and soft, accompanied by his breathing, which was taken straight out of his throat and shoved into Xie Qingcheng's chest: "I'm in a mess."

He said to Xie Qingcheng again, " Xie Qingcheng . I'm in a mess and I really want to talk to you."

"But I have nothing to say to you."

He Yu's heart was stabbed hard.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, both of them breathing a little heavily from the effort they were putting into each other, the breath of the man and the boy just mingling together.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

"Get out."

He Yu didn't go out, instead he put his forehead to Xie Qingcheng's and felt it for a moment, "You don't have a fever anymore ...... Did you take the medicine?"

Xie Qingcheng pushed him.

He Yu just wouldn't let go and mumbled again, "Xie, I'm sorry, I've been thinking about it for a long time, I thought about it all night yesterday and I really couldn't help but tell you that I ......"

"I'm not interested in knowing, so please get out."

His gaze darted back and forth across Xie Qingcheng's face, his dark black pupils gradually focusing, moving several times to Xie Qingcheng's thin, pale lips before his throat knotted and rolled up and down.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, perhaps he was compelled by the beast in his heart called "like", and even though he knew he shouldn't, he was so overwhelmed that he lost his concentration and bowed his head...

Xie Qingcheng jerked his face sideways to avoid it.

Xie Qingcheng had been stimulated on New Year's Eve and was now reacting to He Yu's touch, and his lips were on the sensitive part of his neck.

He Yu lifted his eyes, dark eyes looking up at him, and said, "...... Brother, don't kick me out. Will you let me stay a little longer?"

"......"

"I really thought about a lot of things yesterday."

"......"

"I... I actually wanted to talk to you..." He Yu couldn't help but take Xie Qingcheng's wrist, as if hoping he would give him some encouragement.

Xie Qingcheng was pinned down and instinctively gathered a strong aggressive streak as he snapped, "What the hell do you want He Yu?"

He Yu was going to say, "I like you, Xie Qingcheng. I find I like you so much.

But he looked into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, which were clearly guarded and devoid of any warmth, and instead of encouragement, all he got was Xie Qingcheng's rejection and wariness.

So such words were suddenly impossible for him to say.

"I ......"

He was stuck in his throat and could only clutch Xie Qingcheng's wrist and refused to let go. After a long time, it was as if he suddenly thought of something that could be used to euphemistically express his feelings. So he shuddered and let a few words slip from his teeth: "...... I ...... Xie brother ...... you... ...Do you remember those pictures? The ones from the ...... clubhouse?"

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting He Yu to talk to him about this after all these days, and was furious: "You've been thinking about it all night, are you still going to threaten me with those photos? I told you to do whatever you want with them, it's none of my fucking business if you want to send them to the Anti-Pornography and Anti-Hacking Office! How dare you re--"

"I deleted it."

The second half of Xie Qingcheng's sentence was cut short by this unexpected statement.

He narrowed his eyes, and this time it was his turn to pick up the slack.

"Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu controlled the tremble in his voice and repeated, "I deleted those photos."

"Completely shattered."

"......"

"No more."

In the small space between them, He Yu holds Xie Qingcheng's hand tightly, and for a moment an inexplicable fear seems to arise in him.

It was as if he was afraid that Xie Qingcheng would throw him out and close the door in his face and never open it again.

All he could do was repeat over and over again, "I deleted it."

He still can't say he's sorry or that I love you, and the words "I deleted it" are like a piece of driftwood that keeps him from falling into the abyss of losing his pride and keeps Xie Qingcheng's eyes on him.

But after a few moments of silence, Xie Qingcheng lifted his other hand and stiffly broke He Yu's fingers from his thin wrist, one by one, with a vengeance.

"Yeah."

Xie Qingcheng whispers softly, and a few inches from his gaze is He Yu's young face.

"So are you asking me to get down on my knees and be grateful to you?"

The last finger is broken and Xie Qingcheng flings his hand aside violently, retreating grimly to the cupboard and rubbing the red marks on his wrist.

Since he had used RN13 to repair his body, he had become scarred and was prone to leaving red marks, and when He Yu held it hard, there were marks of strangulation. The blood is reflected in the area around Xie Qingcheng's tattoo, which is very bleak.

He Yu added: "It won't happen again."

"And what does it have to do with me."

He Yu opened his mouth, his heart clogged, but his throat was so tight that he didn't know what to say, and in the end he could only put all his emotions into that name.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng, however, said, "Go away."

"Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu whispered.

The more he saw him like this, the less courageous he was to say the words - Xie Qingcheng, I like you.

There is a growing lack of courage.

Because he already knew what Xie Qingcheng's reaction would be.

He has spied it.

"What exactly do you want to hear He Yu ." Xie Qingcheng finally looked at him, "What the hell do you want after all this? --Well, I'm grateful that after all the animalistic things you've done with those photos, you've finally decided to be merciful and delete your shameful stuff. From the bottom of my heart, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your kindness. Now can you go?"

He Yu hadn't gone, and with a bitterness in his throat, he was about to say something to explain when suddenly footsteps came out from the distance -

Xie Qingcheng reacted faster than He Yu and immediately turned sideways, lifting two fingers to lift the window of the blinds.

"It's Xie Xue!"

This time He Yu's face is also very exciting, as he is suddenly jolted out of his lovemaking, awake and confused.

The footsteps were getting closer and one could hear a pair of high heels.

He Yu was completely back to his senses for a moment, and instead of thinking about himself, he hurriedly buttoned up Xie Qingcheng's shirt, which he had just torn open by rubbing it with his own hands.

Only then did he realise that Xie Qingcheng's shirt was too difficult to button, his fingers touched the top two and before he could fasten them, Xie Xue's silhouette had passed the window and arrived at the door.

"Brother, did you leave the door open? I've just dropped Li Ruoqiu off at the train station ...... Why did you leave the curtains drawn and the lights on?"

She came in.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng quickly get back to their feet and pull away.

Neither of them wanted her to find out about it, and despite their pale faces and dishevelled hair, each in a bit of a mess, Xie Qingcheng's coat still unbuttoned by two buttons and He Yu still bleeding, they stood up straight in unison and pretended nothing had happened.

When Xie Xue turned on the light and saw the tragic situation, he was stunned: "Brother? He Yu? ...... you ......"

Her eyes swept over the mess, flicking back and forth over the two unkempt men.

"What are you two doing here at ......?"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

In this awkward dead silence, He Yu's reaction was faster than Xie Qingcheng's: "...... ahem, I didn't stay for two days, so I wanted to help clean up, but I didn't pay attention and got a little hurt. Your brother he ...... was treating me and had to take off his clothes, so he pulled the curtains."

"...... You have to turn on the lights even if you have the curtains drawn." Xie Xue said, her eyes moved over He Yu's bleeding shoulder and hand and landed on the broken vase on the floor, her eyes suddenly widened, "Isn't this my, my sixth grade award winning hand made vase?!!! Oh my God! How did this happen!!! Who broke it!!!"

"I'm the one who's not very good at housework and didn't see the smash." He Yu said, "...... sorry."

"Ah!!! No cleaning on the second day of the year! You young master with no body and no grain! You don't even understand that?" Xie Xue was inconsolable, for that was one of her favourite vases! He Yu had stayed at her house for just a short while, and then he dropped you! You were gentle!

"I'll pay you one ......"

"What are you paying for? Can you afford to pay for it? Can you find me in 6th grade to make another one?! It pisses me off! It really pisses me off-!!!"

Xie Xue is cursing and swearing, but luckily, it's only her jar she's upset about. If she knew her own brother had given her a student fuck, she'd probably go straight to the kitchen and take a kitchen knife and chop He Yu up into dumplings.

It was a stroke of luck that Xie Xue would never have imagined that her big brother would be having multiple illicit affairs with He Yu in this room while she was sending Li Ruoqiu to a hotel for two days.

Xie Xue cursed, "He Yu! You are a son of a bitch! What the hell do you want! Before you cursed my brother so much, and now you're the one who wants to take him in, you're really inexplicable ......"

She kept on chattering as if her lung capacity could cover a choir, scolding He Yu for half a day. In the end, Xie Qingcheng could no longer listen to her.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Forget it, Xie Xue, don't say anything. He's leaving now."

He said and looked at He Yu for a moment.

Xie Xue: "But he-"

Xie Qingcheng lifted a hand to Xie Xue's shoulder and shook his head.

Xie Xue then stopped her anger, although she looked as if she wanted to take her anger at Li Ruoqiu out on He Yu as well.

Why do these people, one or two at a time, think that they can go back on what they've done wrong? Is it possible to restore a broken jar?!

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to hear any more of this argument, and while seemingly carelessly buttoning up his last two collars, he said to He Yu, "If there's nothing else, you should go back."

He Yu did not move.

"Xie Qingcheng: I ......"

Xie Qingcheng stopped buttoning up and looked at him coldly and with warning surprise, "Go."

"......"

He Yu could no longer stay, let alone confess, after the eviction order had been issued.

Even if your mind is in turmoil, you can only digest it yourself.

He Yu bit his lower lip and did not say a word, he had understood perfectly -

His fondness is a burden that Xie Qingcheng does not even have to declare.

Xie Qingcheng: is really not going to accept him.

And I don't even want to see him anymore at all.