Chapter 84: Won't you tell the truth?

"Do you have a mental illness, too?"

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The steely glare.

"You talk to me!"

"......"

Over and over again, under pressure.

Xie Qingcheng's face paled beneath He Yu's body, slowly closing his eyes.

As Xie Qingcheng himself, an old man, he was not half afraid of He Yu, but the power of the blood compulsion was brutal and overwhelming, rampaging through his body.

It was different from before, when he had never been exposed to so much blood, but this time he had inhaled too much of He Yu's blood, even the taste of the blood He Yu had left in his mouth when they had kissed so intensely.

He had drunk a lot of He Yu's blood straight from his mouth this time. Such a dose of contact was not at all on the same level as the ordinary blood-sniffing compulsion.

So no matter how strong his heart was, his body still felt uncontrollable fear, and began to tremble uncontrollably in front of the aggressive blood parasite. One second to remember https://m. xswang.com

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng's waist trembled in He Yu's palm, and when he was held, there was even a sense of pity, something He Yu had never felt before.

He Yu looked down at the man's face, from the drooping eyelashes, to the thin, slightly cool lips ...... only this man's body was even more pathetic, his aura was hard.

Xie Qingcheng actually managed to hold back.

His forehead soon oozed with fine sweat, and his face looked paler and paler against his formal navy blue police uniform.

"......"

In the end he seems to have survived by sheer perseverance, and it seems that blood compulsions have their peaks. After the highest peak of compulsion, the power of the compulsion slowly fades.

Xie Qingcheng's trembling subsided and he was sweating through.

His eyelashes rustle, he lifts his eyes and speaks softly: "He Yu."

His voice was weak and hoarse, but he was awake.

"Do you know that people in modern society are more or less mentally ill?"

"......"

"Your blood compulsion worked on me because I didn't just smell your blood, I drank it - so even if I had a slight psychological problem, after drinking your blood, your blood compulsion would have worked on me." He spoke slowly, as if off-key.

"There's nothing strange about that."

He said, raising his hand, slowly trying to push He Yu away.

He Yu didn't move: "You're still lying to me."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"I'm afraid that half of what you said to me was a lie. This time I know you're still lying to me - why do you have to be a liar! Xie Qingcheng ?"

"......"

"Which of the things you've told me, which of the things you've told others, are actually true!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer, he was free from the overbearing power of the blood compulsion, but the horrific aftertaste of that spirit being seduced and controlled was still swooning in his blood.

It had made his head a little dizzy and his body weak.

He leaned against the door for a moment to slow down, stood up straight and, without a word, opened He Yu's hand and insisted on going outside.

This behaviour added fuel to He Yu's already agitated and frenzied heart, and He Yu took Xie Qingcheng by the waist and brought him back.

"With a thud, he pressed the door heavily.

"If you don't tell me the truth, you won't walk out of this door today."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were scattered, unfocused, like someone who had just been in a fight to the death, and he looked at him laxly, his tone still hard...

"Let go."

In response, He Yu held his hands bound above his head and pressed them against the back of the door.

He stared at him.

Then, suddenly, he dips his head and kisses him.

The kiss was heavy, for Xie Qingcheng had little strength left to resist, and his tongue quickly reached in and stirred inside Xie Qingcheng's wet, soft mouth, trying to make Xie Qingcheng taste more of his blood.

The kiss was so wanton, and because there was less resistance, it tasted a little like a bone-crunching kiss.

When He Yu relaxed a little, his lips moved away from his moist lips, and both of them were breathing heavily, only He Yu's heaviness was tinged with lust and heat, and Xie Qingcheng's was a purely physical lack of oxygen, which was why he was breathing heavily.

"Listen, Xie Qingcheng, if you don't tell me the truth, I'll use the blood compulsion again."

He Yu gently touched Xie Qingcheng's lips with his bloodied lips, his jaw, and then up the bridge of his nose.

"I'll use it until you say so."

"That's the answer for as many times as you use it." Xie Qingcheng said, "If I can break free the first time, I can break free the second. Try it if you don't believe me."

He Yu stared at him, really hating him.

He really wanted to kill Xie Qingcheng, to cut out all the hidden secrets from his cold body.

But he couldn't stand the sight of Xie Qingcheng's rare weakness.

Perhaps there is a compulsion in Xie Qingcheng that he can't see, a compulsion related to desire, otherwise he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from hugging and kissing Xie Qingcheng when he sees him shivering and trembling, powerless and vulnerable.

And he didn't like men ...... he never liked men ......

He Yu, who didn't like men, stared at Xie Qingcheng, who refused to listen to him, and the knot in the teenager's throat rolled as he once again took Xie Qingcheng's already sweetly red lips that he had kissed.

"You have to choose between telling the truth with your body and telling the truth with your mouth. It seems you prefer the former."

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to bite through He Yu's tongue again, so He Yu pushed himself in even harder, kissing him hot and hard, his tongue twisting and sucking with wet sounds.

He was driving Xie Qingcheng crazy.

The answers he wanted.

The blood he wanted to drink.

The body he wanted to fuck.

It all belonged to the same person, the one who was now in his arms and beneath him, yet so hard, so strong, so tormented by his emotions that his mind and his body were at the mercy of Xie Qingcheng's every move.

Who was controlling who?

He Yu didn't want to let him go in vain since Xie Qingcheng wouldn't tell him the truth, he had to get something from Xie Qingcheng to quell the void inside him.

So he rubbed harder, one hand roaming freely, the other cupping the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck and head, turning his face sideways to kiss him at different angles.

He was sure that Xie Qingcheng and Li Ruoqiu had never kissed like this before, because Xie Qingcheng seemed very uncomfortable with it.

He Yu kissed and then tried to undress Xie Qingcheng - he hadn't done it with him for a long time.

At least for him, it had been a long time.

Fueled by these secrets and emotions, He Yu's desire to touch the real Xie Qingcheng intensifies. After kissing for too long, he gasped slightly and broke apart a little, even making a slight thud from his lips that had been too wet from the glue removal, a sound that made Xie Qingcheng's eyes flush slightly.

He Yu's eyes were even redder than his, a tangled web of discontent and resentment that tangled straight towards Xie Qingcheng.

"If you won't tell me the truth, then don't blame me for doing this to you."

He said, his hands growing stronger, his movements rougher, his hands on the black silver buckle belt of Xie Qingcheng's uniform, his heart burning so hot he wanted to get right to the point.

But Xie Qingcheng doesn't want to be here, clutching the belt to keep him at bay, silently tangling with He Yu, his knuckles turning white at the roots.

His gaze is cold and fierce, the veins on the side of his skull throbbing painfully, he can sleep with He Yu, but sleeping with him in his police uniform is something he will not allow to happen.

So He Yu didn't have much of an advantage in this fight, Xie Qingcheng was too angry this time, and the two men couldn't tell if they were tangling or fighting, both of them suffering some solid bruises.

And that's when -

He Yu's mobile phone rang.

He Yu had no intention of answering it, but continued to tug at Xie Qingcheng's uniform, turning his head sideways to kiss the side of the man's white neck.

But the ringing kept up, one after the other, and at the end of the day it was so annoying that He Yu angrily took out his phone and tried to turn it off.

At first glance, there were six missed calls from Mr. Huang.

The seventh one was still ringing relentlessly.

He Yu had no choice but to glare at Xie Qingcheng with burning red eyes, take a breath and press the call button - "Hello.

"Hello."

Lv Zhishu was here.

He didn't say hello before he arrived, wanting to surprise his son.

When He Yu heard Huang Zhilong say this to him on the phone, he stared at Xie Qingcheng, who was sweating as he pushed himself against the door panel and rubbed his uniform, and gritted his teeth.

What a fucking great surprise.

"Come on, they said you were on set, so Mr Lu went straight there and is waiting for you in the director's shed."

"......"

After hanging up the call, it took He Yu a moment to ease himself down.

There was a few moments of silence.

Finally He Yu raised his eyes to Xie Qingcheng and said, "...... Officer Chen moved out today, didn't he?"

His lips were hugely red and wet, his hand propped up on the back of the door, his other hand raised to pat Xie Qingcheng's face.

"Wait. I'll come to your room tonight and find you to continue."

Lv Zhishu had not come alone.

He Li was on winter break and had returned from school. This year He Jiwei and Lv Zhishu were not staying in Yan Zhou for the Chinese New Year and were planning to stay in Huzhou.

He Yu was angry about Xie Qingcheng's behaviour when he unexpectedly met his brother, whom he had not seen for a long time, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

He Li was a junior high school student and not nearly as good looking as He Yu.

But there was still some trace of the He family in his eyebrows and, on the whole, he was still decent.

"He Yu is here." Lv Zhishu and He Li are watching something on the director's monitor. When they look back and see He Yu coming in, she puts on a fresh smile and pushes He Li again.

"Go and say hello to your brother."

He Li pouted, like a yakuza: "I don't want to ......"

He Yu was lucky to have sucked blood at Xie Qingcheng's place, and to have vented his emotions and become less tyrannical, otherwise he could not say whether he would have beaten his brother to death in public, given his condition this morning.

Now that he could control himself, he smiled lightly, and he was not rude: "Long time no see."

He Li looked at him and his eyes flashed a little.

There was a difference between photos and videos and the real man. He Yu looked far better in person than in the video, tall and handsome, with snow-white skin and lips that were somehow even redder than usual, like a plum in the snow.

But he is also very tall, except his face is too delicate, there is no femininity in his body, but a strong sense of oppression.

He was not as good at his subjects as he had been when he was a student, and even his looks were more than one dimensional.

He Li is born of the same parents, but can he balance his mind? If his parents hadn't loved him more over the years, he might have lived a more twisted life than He Yu.

The only thing he was happy about was hearing that his brother was sick.

I don't know exactly what it is, but it's not normal.

He sometimes even thought darkly that if He Yu died of his illness, no one would be able to compete with him for the family fortune when he grew up - people from families like theirs were sometimes worse off than even the poorest of the poor, and their children were so used to cheating on each other that it was not uncommon for brothers to put each other in jail.

In Yan Zhou, He Li had a lot of friends, and he had been influenced by them, so it was inevitable that such sinister thoughts would come to him.

The older He Li gets, the less he is compared to He Yu, and the deeper his animosity towards him grows, and the more he understands how unhappy Wei Shao was when he grew up being compared to He Yu.

He would have preferred Wei Dongheng to be his brother, because Wei Dongheng is a piece of shit and he is a good match for him.

He Yu looked askance at the junior high school student, and it took very little effort for his eyes to read He Li's mental activities clearly. With a sneer, he raised his hand and patted He Li's head, seemingly affectionately, but with a lot of force.

"Taller."

"What are you doing! Why are you hitting me!" He Li jumped up and backed away, coyly complaining to his mother, "Mum, he hit me..."

What He Li didn't expect was for his mother to cough lightly instead of speaking up for him this time.

"Your brother is just happy because he hasn't seen you for too long. What's he doing hitting you? You kid."

Not only was He Li dumbfounded, but He Yu also raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Lv Zhishu with a somewhat complicated expression.

Lv Zhishu came over and gave He Yu a hug: "I picked up He Li and came to see you first, and tomorrow I'll send someone to Huzhou to clean up the house."

It was a dream He Yu had once had to be surrounded by his family.

Now that it was about to become a reality, he was not too excited.

I guess the anticipation had been long enough to make him numb, and with so many things happening in between, people's hearts are not always the same.

Lv Zhishu said again, "Let's have dinner together tonight."

He Yu was about to say that he had something to do in the evening when Lv Zhishu said, "Dr. An is in the area on business and he wants to come tonight."

It was inappropriate to say no after all that had been said.

He Yu had managed to get Chen Man out of the way, but he couldn't be happy that he had to take time out for dinner again tonight.

So his expression was very light, not even willing to pretend to be happy.

"Okay."

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In the evening, An Dongni arrives, but he seems reluctant to enter the set and waits for them in the restaurant He Yu has booked.

When they were seated, An Dongni took a good look at He Yu and said, "He is not in a good shape lately, is he?"

"...... No."

An Dongni: "I didn't reply to my messages to you, so I was a bit worried. I'm here on business, so I came to see you."

He Yu was stunned for a moment as he remembered this, which was a bit embarrassing. It wasn't that he hadn't replied to Dr An Dongni's message on purpose, it was just that he was looking at Xie Qingcheng's photos and doing something unpleasant when he received An Dongni's message asking him about his illness.

He crossed out An Dongni's message box without thinking about it and didn't even think about it afterwards.

He was a bit embarrassed by An Dongni's responsible work and good temper, so he poured him a glass of wine to toast him: "Sorry. I'm so busy at work that I sometimes forget."

An Dongni was very forgiving: "I am your personal doctor, you don't have to apologise to me."

"The employment relationship requires mutual respect."

"Yes, but I think there is a human face beyond employment."

An Dongni said, smiling, "The more time passes, the deeper the bond becomes. I hope to have more of a friendship with He Shao in the future."

"......" He Yu was quiet for a moment.

He felt that An Dongni's words had once been something he had longed to hear.

It was just that it was another person who he had hoped would say it in the first place.

He Yu lowered his eyes, said nothing more, and clinked his glass with An Dongni.

Before he drank it all, he looked into An Dongni's eyes and felt a vague resemblance between An Dongni and that man ...... that he had never noticed before when he hadn't looked at him closely.

Unfortunately, An Dongni is An Dongni after all.

An Dongni will never be Xie Qingcheng.

If he was not Xie Qingcheng, then anything he said that he longed for would be of no use.

And so the meal ended in tedium.

An Dongni had work to do, and before he left, he left He Yu his medicine.

"Remember to take them regularly."

He Yu thanked him and the family sent Dr. An Dongni away before He Yu left the restaurant on the pretext that he had something to do.

As soon as he left, He Li complained, "Mum, why are you so nice to this medicine jar all of a sudden?

"He's your brother too, we've shown him too little care in the past." Seeing He Li's expression, Lv Zhishu immediately added, "But it's always you that Mum loves the most."

He Li was still muttering, but it was clear that his ambition was much greater than that of He Yu.

He had been brought up to be spoilt.

He just wanted to be "the one".

He didn't want to be the 'most'.

He Yu doesn't mind all this nonsense. His heart is basically dead for this family, and if he heats up a dead heart in a heated room, it won't really create a hot fire.

He went back to the hotel and asked for a room card for the Xie Qingcheng room with Mr. Huang's authority.

Despite all the unpleasantness and unexpectedness of the day, the one thing that did make him happy was that Chen Man was gone.

He still smelt of alcohol from his socialising with his mother's brother, but he was sober, and as he entered the lift he checked the time on his mobile phone.

At this hour Xie Qingcheng would have taken a shower and gone to bed - He Yu thought, and for some reason his mind went back to that night in Hang Zhou when Xie Qingcheng had been pinned under him in his bathrobe and kissed by mistake.

Lv Zhishu's heart, which had not been warmed up, suddenly warmed up.

He Yu stood in front of the door of Xie Qingcheng's room in the dimly lit corridor and shamelessly swiped his room card, the door clicked open and the light inside was even dimmer than outside, only a night light was on in the depths of the room.

He Yu is the one who enters uninvited - or maybe he doesn't realise it.

In his eyes, Xie Qingcheng was the one he had fucked anyway, so what was wrong with him entering his room.

But he had only taken one step inside when He Yu heard a small gasp coming from the bed deep in the dull room.