Chapter 81: I kiss you in the rain

Xie Qingcheng walked off the set without even returning to the director's studio.

Fortunately, it was the last scene of the night, and He Yu watched what he was doing on the monitor, spoke to the director, and prepared to pack up and leave.

But at that moment, Chen Man came up to He Yu.

Chen Man hadn't really left, but when he saw that everyone had returned, except Xie Qingcheng, he ran to He Yu and asked, "Have you seen Xie?"

He Yu does not answer.

Chen Man asked again, with what seemed to be a slightly agitated tone.

He Yu slowly looked up and zipped up his bag: "Just call him, why ask me?"

"His phone is out of battery and he asked me to borrow a charger before, but I didn't even have time to give it to him ......" Halfway through, looking at the ice slag in the youth's eyes, Chen Man suddenly stopped talking.

He Yu smiled a sweet, dark smile, "You've lost someone, why are you asking me for it? Officer Chen, you know him better than that."

The smile was abruptly screwed up again, and the gloom was morbid, and the book bag was thrust over one shoulder, and the pockets were thrust in.

He reckoned that Xie Qingcheng hadn't gone far, and in all likelihood had taken the quieter side roads, so after getting into the nanny car, he told the driver to drive up the turn-off.

It was a winter's day when the rain rarely pours, blurring the windows, but He Yu recognised the figure not far away and, thinking he was right, asked the driver to follow him.

The driver could not understand He Yu's moody and unpredictable heart, but when he glanced in the rear-view mirror, he felt that He Yu looked unhappy and decided that Mr. He did not like this man, so he drove the car very fast and deliberately ran over a puddle, splashing Xie Qingcheng with mud.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng stops and turns around, his hands still in his trouser pockets, his handsome face ironic, his otherwise straight trench coat still dripping mud.

The automatic door of the babysitter's car slowly opens, and the warm air coming in from the car makes the frost and snow on Xie Qingcheng's brow even colder.

"Are you funny He Yu." When Xie Qingcheng saw who was in the nanny's car, every word was like an ice blade, "Are you childish!"

He Yu sat in the nanny's car, parked in front of Xie Qingcheng, scolded by him, but with a twisted pleasure in his heart.

Xie Qingcheng, he thought, was so upset, so annoyed and so reactive because of him.

That Chen Man is so silly that Xie Qingcheng's response is always muted, whether it's a milk tea or a warm gift.

He Yu has already tested it with his seven years of life, Xie Qingcheng, this person, you are good to him is useless, tender to him is a waste of effort, this man has no heart, warm for a long time can not warm up.

Only roughness and insults could make him turn his noble gaze on himself.

Or did he do more right - no one gets Xie Qingcheng's love, but he at least gets Xie Qingcheng's hate.

He Yu did not realise that he cared about Xie Qingcheng's love, which was unusual in itself. He looked soft and lazy, leaning lazily against the car seat with his long legs interlocked, surveying Xie Qingcheng's face in the rain.

He said, "Professor Xie, it's raining so hard, why are you leaving without an umbrella? Come up here, I'll take you back."

"Get lost you."

He Yu was still smiling: "Your clothes are soaking wet, why are you still so angry, who has provoked you?"

Xie Qingcheng, of course, could not say that He Yu's lines had annoyed him, and the driver was still straining his ears to hear them.

He Yu looked at him, soaked and cold and hated, and felt some inner desire being greatly pleasured as he took an umbrella with a black carbon handle from the side, one wrist poking out, and held it open with a thud.

The sound of the rain instantly amplified a million times, apprehensively on the surface of the umbrella.

He was still sitting tall in the nanny van, but leaned over and handed Xie Qingcheng his umbrella: "If you don't want to come up, this is for you."

Thinking about it, he stretched his long legs forward, one foot on the outer ramp of the car, one foot hanging casually down, he leaned lower, his lips pressed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and said in a voice only the other could hear, "Brother, do you hate me that much?"

Xie Qingcheng was calm, but even if he was calm, he could not bear the thought of He Yu telling everyone what they had said in the club room in public, provoking him explicitly and implicitly. Now He Yu's words were so hot and flirtatious that Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back and raised his hand and slapped He Yu's face hard.

The driver shuddered at the snap and didn't dare turn around.

He Yu's face was punched slightly sideways and it took a few moments before he slowly turned his face away.

He was slapped in the face with full force, and a few fingerprints appeared on his white face, but he didn't care, instead he took Xie Qingcheng's wrist and rubbed it through the fabric, slowly rubbing the tattoo Xie Qingcheng had hidden under his sleeve.

Then actually showing his snow-white teeth, he smiled, "That hurts."

The body bent lower, almost crushing Xie Qingcheng: "The right side of the face is here, want to hit it?"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You're not afraid of pain, you're not even ashamed of it."

"Why should I be ashamed." He Yu pulled away from him a little, and suddenly tilted the umbrella over their heads, and in an instant the rainstorm crackled all over the ground, drenching He Yu, who was halfway out, and Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu just tilted his umbrella, unbiased, and covered the driver's view with the black umbrella.

"I think it's good that we're like this."

He Yu kept rubbing his gaze over Xie Qingcheng's drenched black eyebrows and deep lashes, so hard that he almost rubbed his eyes into his flesh and bones.

The lava that had been churning in his heart for so long, He Yu suddenly looked down through the thin umbrella, under the cover of the black umbrella...

As the rain poured down, he suddenly kissed Xie Qingcheng on the lips in the rain.

"!!!"

Finally another kiss.

As soon as the lips met, He Yu's mind went buzzing and his whole body felt like it was being electrified, tingling with pleasure.

He hadn't originally wanted to kiss Xie Qingcheng here, his body reacted naturally, but after the wet kiss, he felt a very different feeling from the one he had just felt during the bed and kiss scene with the actress.

He had thought he had acted well before, but then he was shocked to realise he didn't get it... a sinking, fuming, gluey wet kiss, where could it be what he had acted?

A man fueled by the heat of lust and wrapped in despair is not going to end up as dry as he just played.

The kiss was a fuse that burned his inner sanity, and he hated it so much that he wanted to get out of the car immediately, pin Xie Qingcheng down in the muddy, narrow alleyway, crumple his flesh and blood, and kill him deep in the madness of the rain.

He also wanted to drag Xie Qingcheng to the car regardless, to hold him in his arms as he shivered slightly in the cold, to remove his soaked fabric, to use his own heat against his coldness, to warm him up properly, to warm him up.

That's the feeling that has been repressed for so long.

He didn't appreciate it when he was in bed with the actress and the acting was ultimately too fake.

Warm lips sucked on cold, thin lips, mixed with the wet sweetness of the rain. Luckily the rain was loud and the large umbrella covered it, so the driver could not see or hear anything - but Xie Qingcheng could not move, not even in the height of his anger.

The handle of the umbrella is in He Yu's hand and the rabbit can let go whenever he wants.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't say anything either. If the driver found out they were kissing behind an umbrella in the pouring rain, he would be the only one embarrassed.

All he could do was to bite He Yu's lips after he came back to his senses so that he would let go, but all he got in return was a more bloody and deeper sucking from He Yu, who kissed him so deeply that it almost drained all the air from Xie Qingcheng's lungs, killing him.

Xie Qingcheng's face was calm, but his fingertips were trembling slightly. If he had a knife in his hand right now, he would probably slit the mad dragon's throat.

He Yu, on the other hand, looked at Xie Qingcheng as if his eyes were wet from the rain, with blood seeping out of his lower lip.

He lets go of Xie Qingcheng's wrist, but raises his fingers to stroke Xie Qingcheng's brow little by little. The darkness of his brow, the sharpness of his profile, the flexion of his fingers, skimming the bridge of the man's high nose, then trailing over the thin red lips that he had kissed.

His knuckles pressed against Xie Qingcheng's lips and Xie Qingcheng said to him without any semblance of warmth, "Have you touched enough?"

He Yu could feel his warm breath as he spoke, oh, so this man still had heat?

He gazed at him, gathering his demeanour, and there was only sarcasm in his gaze again.

The boy was silent for a whisper and said to the man in a very soft voice, "Look, why should I feel ashamed. You're the one who doesn't want the driver to find out, you're the one who doesn't want to admit to the rotten account between us, I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything."

Xie Qingcheng's lips were still stained with blood and his gaze was like ice: "...... Go away when you're mad enough."

He is so cold that he won't even say the emotionally charged word "fuck off".

He Yu did not reply, but removed his hand from Xie Qingcheng's lips, the knuckles still stained with Xie Qingcheng's blood.

He Yu, however, raised his hand, lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelids to stare at him, and then gently, kissed the red on his fingers.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu's eyes stared straight at him without blinking throughout the blood kiss.

"Xie Qingcheng: I am a man who hardly possesses any normal human feelings, so it makes me happy that you hate me and that your blood makes me glad."

When he finished, he straightened up and put the umbrella back on top of Xie Qingcheng, handing the handle to the other side.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't pick up, knocking the umbrella to the ground and splashing it across the ocean.

"He Yu: do you know what's wrong with you?"

"It's not the brain."

Xie Qingcheng gazed at him extremely coldly through the curtain of rain: "It's the heart. You are sick in your heart."

"You treat blood as medicine and hate as medicine, if you go on like this, no one will be able to save you."

"Look at you now, you're a fucking self-absorbed, animal. You've let me down. I don't think all the time and effort I used to spend on you will ever be worth it again."

"......"

"Those hours were actually valuable to me, and now I feel like I just fed the dogs."

Xie Qingcheng said this and walked away without looking back, heading for the narrow pedestrian road where cars could never drive.

He Yu licked his lips, his almond eyes dark. He slowly leaned back into the car and took a towel from inside the car and slowly wiped his damp hair one by one.

The driver saw in the rear mirror that his lips were red and appeared to have blood on them, although he didn't know what the blood was from, he still found it extremely shocking.

There are secrets that are not to be peeked into, and the driver only dared to ask in a soft whisper, "Boss He, so ...... are we leaving now?"

"Let's go." He Yu smiled and threw the towel away, his eyes were as cold as madness, but his tone was actually polite, civilized and courteous, "Please take me back to the hotel, thank you."

The driver shivered, the car was heated but for a moment he felt creeped out in a cold sweat.

Back in the hotel, He Yu looks at himself in the mirror.

The blood on his lips had clotted and formed a dark scab. He lifted his hand and touched it gently, remembering every move he had just made.

Xie Qingcheng said he treated blood as medicine and hate as medicine.

He thought it was ridiculous.

Did he want to?

But does he possess love? Does he have the real medicine? Does he have that bridge to a normal society?

Xie Qingcheng also said that all the time and energy spent on himself used to be precious, but now it seems to have been fed to the dogs ......

It's polite in the end.

I am afraid that deep down Xie Qingcheng feels that he has fed the dog, and that the dog will wag its tail and beg for mercy, while Xie Qingcheng should call him a wolf.

The man could have cursed a little harder.

He doesn't care anymore anyway, he's long since moved on.

As the man leaves him. Under the video of the Cantonment Tower. When Xie Qingcheng says that the life of a psychopath is worthless, when he repeatedly tells Xie Qingcheng that he is sick but never waits for a word of reply from Xie Qingcheng.

He just doesn't matter anymore.

He even thought it would not be a bad ending for them to just torture each other to death.

But He Yu cannot escape the fact that he kissed Xie Qingcheng just now out of an inexplicable physical impulse.

It was not the same as the previous kiss in the bar - that kiss was at least somewhat purposeful, when he wanted Xie Qingcheng to agree to his demands in full view of everyone.

But what about the kiss that was just blocked by the umbrella?

It doesn't seem to make any sense, it just comes from the heart and doesn't seem to be what any normal man would do.

But then he tries to appease his pathetic pride by taking it for granted - it's the same as when he slept with Xie Qingcheng, whom he kissed just to make her feel bad, there was no love in it.

He lay in bed thinking about it, but in the end he found himself unable to calm down and sleep.

He Yu cursed, got up and went to the bathroom, brushing the frosted door shut.

In the steaming heat, his forehead leapt against the cold tiled wall, the lights in the shower left on, the side of his well-defined face trapped in darkness. The torrent of water from the showerhead hit his back, splashing against his flesh and blood.

He closed his eyes and he thought, this is indeed, hell.

He Yu's illness began to worsen due to the fact that after the Canton Tower incident, He Yu had too frequent and long-lasting illnesses, a man who needed to be calm inside, with so many ups and downs of emotions.

He Yu had a flare-up despite the fact that a little friction and irritation like today would not have affected him too much.

He had showered and calmed himself in the shower, but in the middle of the night, his illness was still violently outwardly released.

The thermometer was approaching thirty-nine, and the desire to see blood, to destroy things, began to rise up. He Yu took a handful of pills and barely made it through the rest of the night.

In the early morning, having been awake all night, he vaguely heard movement from the next room.

He Yu flipped out his phone and looked at the announcement.

The notice indicated that this was Chen Man's last day on set and that the scenes requiring his shadowing would end today.

It was a pretty early start, the announcement was that we had to leave at 6am.

I guess this is what Chen Man is doing.

He Yu rolled over under the covers and flipped back further with his phone to find that Xie Qingcheng still had to stay on the set until the year before.

This means that after today, the Chen Man p2.5 index in the air should drop to zero and there will be no Chen Man left.

Xie Qingcheng will be the only person left in the next room.

As if it had rained in the desert, He Yu's heart, which had been tormented by mental Ebola all night, suddenly felt better.

If he hadn't heard Xie Qingcheng's voice coming from next door at that moment.