Chapter 134: Can you let me do it once

Same time.

Shanghai Medical School Hostel.

Xie Qingcheng received a phone call in a blurred sleep.

"Old Zheng?"

Zheng Jingfeng: "I would like to meet with you alone."

Xie Qingcheng froze for a moment, glancing at his watch, "At this hour?"

"That's the point."

"...... Okay, give me your location, where do I meet you?"

Xie Qingcheng has no doubts about Zheng Jingfeng.

He washed and changed, ready to go out.

Despite the gentle movements, He Yu woke him up.

"Where are you going?"

"...... to buy breakfast." Xie Qingcheng lied, "I should be back soon. You can go back to sleep."

He Yu then relaxed and went back to sleep in Xie Qingcheng's bed.

Xie Qingcheng took a taxi to the address given to him by Zheng Jingfeng. It was a very remote area of Hu Zhou, perhaps due to a problem with the base station, where the network signal was only one bar and there was a lot of interference.

Xie Qingcheng walks into an old abandoned factory building.

Zheng Jingfeng was sitting there, head down, waiting for him in his civilian clothes.

"Why did you suddenly ask me to meet you here." Xie Qingcheng asks.

Zheng Jingfeng still kept his head down, and did not speak immediately. It was still early in the morning, and although the sky was already glowing with a thin golden hue, the faint morning sun was not enough to penetrate the thick layer of grey glass, and the abandoned factory was still dark.

Xie Qingcheng's open door does not close completely, and when the wind blows, it creaks and rattles.

"Old Zheng?"

Zheng Jingfeng did not answer, but a very tricky bell suddenly rang inside the ruined building.

"Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, gently behind the child, no one tell him ......"

Xie Qingcheng A sudden shock - this nursery rhyme again?

Flat mechanical sounds come from all directions, echoing through the old factory building.

Xie Qingcheng realises that something is wrong and raises his hand to touch Zheng Jingfeng's body with his head down.

With this touch -

Bang.

Zheng Jingfeng falls to the ground, Xie Qingcheng finally gets a good look at his face ......

It was a bloody face, identical to that of Xie Qingcheng's parents, crushed to the point that half of it was in pieces.

An extremely scary face.

"Lao Zheng ...... Lao Zheng!!!"

--

"Xie Qingcheng! Xie Qingcheng !!!"

Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes unexpectedly.

He Yu's very anxious face is what catches my eye.

He Yu was relieved to see that he was awake.

"You've been having nightmares again."

"......" Xie Qingcheng's face was terribly white as he lay on the sofa, his man like a fish out of water, his chest rising and falling violently and silently.

He couldn't speak, his throat felt like it was choking.

The last scene in the dream was so creepy that he seemed to see more than just Zheng Jingfeng's face.

The face was covered in blood, the flesh so hideous that it was almost unrecognisable. So it could have been Zheng Jingfeng, his mother and father, or even Qin Ciyan, who had died at the hands of Yi Beihai.

He couldn't say anything. The whole man was trembling.

This dream actually revealed his deepest fears - he was never wanting to see anyone close to him die in such a gruesome way again.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

"......"

"Xie Qingcheng: it was just a dream."

Xie Qingcheng lay there helpless, his body cold, his palms only warm, and it took him a long time to swim out of the nightmare, clutching the little bit of warmth.

He returned to his senses and realised that it was He Yu's hand that he was clinging to.

He immediately let go of his hand.

With an inhuman calmness, Xie Qingcheng gathers up the little bit of vulnerability on his face that he shouldn't have, while bracing himself to sit up.

He did not look at He Yu's face, but caught a glimpse of the back of his hand, which he had clutched to the point of leaving a red mark.

He said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

"......"

"I ...... went to wash my face."

Xie Qingcheng was just about to get up when he was yanked down by a strong force. He was already a little unsteady in his gait when he first woke up, and with one arm unable to exert any strength, he was yanked back onto the sofa in a flash.

Xie Qingcheng looked through his dishevelled forehead and saw He Yu's face, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Why do you have to look like this with me. Can't you just lie down properly?"

"...... Let go of me."

In response, He Yu responded with even more brutal force.

Xie Qingcheng frowned, "...heavy."

He Yu ignored him and actually picked him up like that. The young man was in good shape from his usual scientific exercise and didn't have too much trouble carrying a 5'8" man.

Xie Qingcheng, on the other hand, looked very ugly: "Put me down, you fuck!"

He Yu carried her into the bedroom, threw her heavily onto the bed and pressed himself up with her.

Xie Qingcheng: "You-!"

He Yu looked him close in the eye: "It's only four in the morning. Can't you just get a good night's sleep."

"......"

"I'll stay with you."

Xie Qingcheng's body is very cold, he is not young and his constitution is not good, his blood circulation is not so good. Especially after a frightening dream, his hands and feet are cold.

He Yu, however, is very hot; a twenty-year-old boy's body tends to be like a furnace, and it's not uncomfortable, biologically speaking, to hold him like this.

But Xie Qingcheng didn't like it.

He doesn't like to be hugged, much less hugged by a man.

Xie Qingcheng said, "I'm not sleepy anymore, let go of my hand."

"Sleep."

"Sleep on your own and untie me."

People with low emotions** tend to forget that other people in the world are not as unmotivated as they are.

Xie Qingcheng is tangled up with He Yu on the bed, inevitably rubbing against each other.

He Yu is a physically normal, twenty year old college boy, not a sexually frigid mature man like Xie Qingcheng, who can't stand this kind of torture, and gradually the colour of his pupils darkens.

He whispered, " Xie Qingcheng: don't you move anymore."

Xie Qingcheng was even more uncomfortable when he heard this, not only did he not listen to him, but he actually ordered him around, and he got angry when he looked at him, "Are you going to play with me at four in the morning to move or be a wooden man, childish?"

He said he was going to get out of bed.

With a thud, He Yu pushed him violently in the middle of the mattress and lowered her eyes, even her breath sinking, "How can you be considerate of everyone but me?"

Xie Qingcheng was just about to ask me what was inconsiderate about you.

He Yu took him by the arm and pressed his whole body heavily against him.

"Feel that?"

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's pale face beneath him with little expression, then said, almost aggressively, "I've really been holding back. You still have to do this to me."

"......"

"Who's the childish one anyway, Shea?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... you get the fuck off me."

He Yu: "So would you like to sleep with me in peace?"

"Go down."

"...... Xie Qingcheng: you refuse to even sleep properly, you are childish."

"Down--"

Goes to break between the lips.

He Yu could no longer tolerate the fierce love, the mad desire to possess, and the unspeakable desire to pity.

These** pushed against him and made him kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips heavily.

The kiss was very different from the previous one when he was watching the fireworks and cutting the cake, and any man could feel the message of male mating. It was the kind of kiss that only happens when you're about to make love, and Xie Qingcheng couldn't handle the aggression for a moment, trying to break free but being held firmly in place.

Xie Qingcheng, who has lost the strength of one arm, becomes even harder to resist in front of He Yu. Xie Qingcheng has to endure such an indulgent and desperate kiss, looking at him with those quiet peachy eyes between gasps as he is dragged into the depths of lust.

"He Yu: you are responsible for yourself understand?"

"......"

"You're not getting anywhere with me, don't do something that will get you deeper and deeper into a mistake."

He Yu paused for a moment, panting slightly, those night-like eyes looking at him wildly, lovingly, paranoidly.

"You're twelve years too late with that one."

"Xie Qingcheng: the first time I saw you, I might have started to fall in. Because you came, there was hope in my world. Because you appeared, I had the company of someone who could completely understand my pain."

"If what I'm doing with you now is wrong, then this thing has been wrong since you gave me your hand twelve years ago."

Xie Qingcheng thought he was being ridiculous and said to the boy pressed against him, "As I said, you are mistaking dependence on your elders for fondness. It's time to wake up."

"It's not." He Yu said, "That thing you feel, it's not dependent on a person to be like that."

"I just like you, Xie Qingcheng, and if you think I'm wrong, then I'm going to stay wrong, and I can be wrong all my life, and on the day I die, then I'll be proven right too."

"Don't you be so sad, so upset, don't wake up even in your sleep. For there is still me alive, and every day, every minute, every second that I live, I love you, I protect you, and I will not leave you."

The boy's eyes had a thousand pounds of emotion in them, and in such a close stare, they crashed straight into Xie Qingcheng's chest, and Xie Qingcheng thought that his heart was already a frozen field of earth and would not make any waves. But what He Yu threw down was not a stone or a rock, but a meteor shower that turned the light of the entire firmament into a meteor shower, and when it fell, even the ice field could not help but tremble.

When Xie Qingcheng was lost in thought, He Yu closed his eyes, his fluttering lashes lowered, and he leaned in and kissed him heavily once more...

The kiss was lingering and lustful, deep and lustful, between the wet kisses, in the rapid breathing, in each tossing and turning of the interlocking positions, between gasps for breath.

He Yu all but murmured over and over again, " Xie Qingcheng: I like you, I'm not wrong."

"I like you."

"I want you."

"I just want you."

Xie Qingcheng was kissed and read by him, and for some reason she felt a sourness in her chest.

He thought he was sympathising with He Yu's unrewarded obsession.

But it seems, again, to be more than that.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... "

"......" Why on earth is this man so obsessed with him?

But the boy's eyes were just obsessed, and he didn't even need any reason to be.

"Will you look at me?"

"......"

"Look at me and I will always be there for you. You don't have to live among the dead. I will always be there for you."

"......"

"There are no more nightmares. I always have."

Xie Qingcheng was more or less touched by the words of He Yu, a man who was very voyeuristic.

He raises his eyes and meets He Yu's almond eyes at his fingertips.

Peach blossom eyes look into almond eyes.

Then the almond eyes seemed to moisten a little.

He Yu, as if with some silent encouragement, brushes Xie Qingcheng's hair away from his forehead and holds him, kissing him once again with bone-crushing love.

The atmosphere on the big bed became more and more charming, the intertwining of lips and teeth burning like a blazing fire into an intertwining of limbs.

The breathing in the room became heavy and rapid, accompanied by the occasional creaking of the Simmons as the body was turned over.

The clock on the wall pointed to 4.30am and He Yu haunted him as if the night had only just begun.

However -

"Jingle bells!"

At this bizarre moment in time, Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone, which he had left in the living room, suddenly rang.

The bell still rings endlessly, waking Xie Qingcheng from his nightmare of He Yu's compulsion.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly realised what he was doing and pushed He Yu away.

The mind even said, "Fuck, that was close.

His peach blossom eyes were all still red with lust, but his eyes had calmed down.

He gave He Yu a wary look, "I'll get the phone."

He Yu was so angry that he yanked him back, his pupils flushed red: "What? Definitely real estate agents stock investment pre-school!"

Said the man, winding up again.

But once Xie Qingcheng is awake, it's not that easy to lose concentration again, and with the constant phone calls from the living room, it's clear that it's not an advertisement but someone who really wants to see him.

Xie Qingcheng insisted on pushing the young man away from him, pulling his clothes tightly around him and getting out of bed to answer the phone.

The young man was so angry that he slammed his fist on the head of the bed, cracking a seam in the panel of his brother Xie's bed.

He Yu slumped on the bed, his teeth gritted, which one of these animals-!

"Something's wrong." Xie Qingcheng's voice came from the living room, reporting exactly who the beast was - "Old Zheng."