Chapter 36 Fang Ke is almost driven to death

Shen Ci Nian didn't praise him, but just patted his cheek lightly, indicating that he should change his ear.

Fang Ke pursed his lips and turned over.

His face changed to the other side, and his eyes were very close to Shen Ci Nian's lower abdomen.

For some reason, he moved forward a little imperceptibly and buried his face in it.

Shen Cinian's hand holding the spray paused slightly, then continued.

Shen Cinian moved his other hand to his back, patting it gently to comfort him.

Fang Ke hid his face and leaned his head against Chen Cinian. This feeling of dependence gave him the most primitive sense of security.

Just like when I was a child, I always liked to surround myself with pillows, or sleep in the depression between two pillows. With support on both sides and pillows to protect me, I felt particularly at peace.

When I was lying down, my head was surrounded, and when I was lying on my side, my cheek touched the edge of the pillow, as if I was sleeping between someone.

Did he sleep with it when he was very young? He didn't remember.

All the colors in his memory faded away quietly, and what was left in his mind was only the black dress, the high heels with red bottom and black edges, and the lace parasol on the day his mother left.

All that was left was the white operating room and the green group of people surrounding him.

All that was left was the tinnitus from that day and the blurry gray sky that I saw with my eyes.

Fang Ke knew that he had a bad temper and was actually very willful.

But at this moment he just wanted to monopolize Shen Cinian's tenderness. Even though he knew that this tenderness was not an exception for Shen Cinian towards him, he treated it as an exception at this moment.

He just treated it as such, so what? Shen Cinian would not know what he was thinking.

Fang Ke was fragile at this moment. After Chen Ci Nian sprayed the disinfectant, he covered Fang Ke's ears with his palms and rubbed them gently.

Fang Ke was emitting a scent of sea salt, like the sea breeze blowing ashore from the sea, salty and bitter, as if someone's tears had accumulated into the sea, and the beach was carrying people who had jumped into the sea.

Shen Ci Nian didn't urge Fang Ke to get up immediately. When Fang Ke sat up and left his legs, he leaned over, put his head close to Fang Ke's ear, and whispered, "You did a good job."

"Very good," the boy's bald head was touched. "Go take a shower. The water is ready for you."

Fang Ke didn't move, he looked at Shen Cinian.

"Don't lock the bathroom door. Call me if you need anything. I'll be here waiting for you."

Hearing this, it was like taking a tranquilizer. Fang Ke couldn't understand why his heart had to be calmed by such a sentence. He just stood up slowly and walked in.

He didn't fall and walked normally, maybe a little slower than usual, but he still managed to get in.

He took off his home clothes and stepped into the bathtub. The warm water only reached his calves. He slowly lay down, feeling the water wrapping around him, and raised his head, revealing his slender neck like a swan.

For a moment, he wanted to sink his face below the water.

Very close to him was a bottle of facial cleanser and a bottle of shower gel. The position of the shelf had been adjusted so that he could reach them with just one hand.

Shen Cinian seemed to have always taken good care of him.

He suddenly remembered that Shen Cinian said he was waiting for him outside before he came in.

So he didn't do anything extra, just washed himself, changed into the pajamas that Shen Cinian had already put aside, and walked out.

The whole villa is heated, so light pajamas are just right.

Shen Cinian sat by the window, preparing lessons at the computer desk.

Fang Ke glanced at him and didn't go over. He didn't want to go back to the guest room, nor did he intend to ask Shen Cinian's opinion. He went straight to Shen Cinian's bed.

Shen Cinian didn't say anything, but just told him that there was fruit to eat on the left.

Fang Ke was eating fruit when Shen Chennian's phone rang. Someone called. He couldn't hear what was said, but he only heard Shen Chennian say, "Okay, I'll tell you."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Cinian turned around and saw Fang Ke sitting motionless at the left head of the bed. He didn't even eat the fruit and just sat in silence.

"Fang Ke," Chen Ci Nian said after he approached, "You have a dungeon to play tomorrow night. The Yin Voucher can accommodate two people in the dungeon. Your father wants you to take the director of the Weird Research Institute with you. Your father said..."

Shen Ci Nian paused for a moment, but in the end he didn't hide it: "You don't have to come back for this operation, but you must send the dean back safely."

"If you come back alone, they will take you away and put you in the Yulingren prison."

Fang Ke didn't move, and it was unclear whether he heard it or not.

Shen Cinian picked up the milk on the table and handed it to Fang Ke.

"Drink it, it'll calm your nerves. I'll give you some eye drops before bed."

Fang Ke refused to take it. His legs, which had been straight, slowly bent. He wrapped his arms around his legs and himself.

"Are you going?" His voice was not loud, as if it came from a deep cave, and his tone was so light that it seemed like it would disappear with the wind.

"You understand," Shen Qinian patted Fang Ke's left shoulder, "The Yin Voucher can only accommodate two people."

"Your physical damage will not be reflected in your soul. You must be well aware of this."

"You don't need me to take care of anything in the dungeon."

Fang Ke suddenly grabbed Shen Cinian's hand, his voice trembling slightly, "You... accompany me, okay... okay?"

"Fang Ke, you know very well that I can't."

"Please," Fang Ke grabbed Shen Qinian's hands with both hands, his whole body trembling violently, "Please..."

He knew he was being unreasonable, and he understood that he was asking Shen Cinian to do an impossible thing.

But……

He might be on the verge of death.

He seems to have a smoking urge.

He no longer begged Shen Cinian, he let go of Shen Cinian's hand and fumbled for cigarettes on the bed.

Where...where...nothing...why is there nothing...

He threw it everywhere, why can't he find it...

It suddenly dawned on him that he was not in the small house where he lived.

He suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. He raised his hand and fumbled around in Chen Qinian's pockets, rifling through them as if he could find the non-existent cigarette.

"Give me... give me a... a cigarette..." Fang Ke's eyes were bloodshot and red, and his expression looked particularly terrifying. He suddenly changed his tone and said fiercely, "Give me a cigarette!"

He raised his fist, "Give it to me! Or I'll beat you up!"

Shen Cinian ignored his threat, took a half step back, put the milk safely back on the table, then reached out and took Fang Ke's upper body into his arms.

"Quiet," he said calmly, without any haste. "Now, be quiet. Don't let me hear you."

Fang Ke was stunned for a long time. His nicotine addiction subsided for a moment, but soon came back more fiercely. He suddenly became furious and bit Shen Qinian's shoulder desperately!

"I'll go with you tomorrow." Shen Qinian didn't react much, just gently stroking Fang Ke's back, as if comforting a stressed cat, "Let go, I'll change a teething stick for you."

What kind of teething stick is this? Fang Ke's brain froze for a moment, and he subconsciously loosened his teeth.

Shen Cinian seized the opportunity, clamped his teeth, pried his mouth open, and then walked away.

Fang Ke poked his sour teeth with his tongue, and a feeling of irritation began to rise in his heart.

How could Shen Cinian really accompany him? He knew very well that this was impossible.

In his blurred vision, he could see a figure moving. The figure seemed to be holding something in his hand but also seemed not to be holding anything. He could not see anything clearly, so he became even more irritated. Before he could have another attack, Shen Cinian stuffed a washed, slender carrot into his mouth.

Fang Ke took out the carrot, threw it away, and pursed his lips: "You are sick."

He lay down, turned over and covered himself with the quilt.

Then he endured the long process of reducing his smoking addiction alone, and never went crazy again or did anything terrible.

He was shaking in the quilt, his body was hot and cold, his head was dizzy, his tongue was sore and weak, and his lungs were itchy and he wanted to cough.

I endured it all, including the suffocating feeling like the deep sea.

Just like that, you can endure it on your own.

Shen Cinian looked at him for a while, sighed, turned off the computer, took a shower and went to bed.

Before turning off the lights, I put medicine in Fang Ke's eyes.

He pulled Fang Ke over and held him in his arms. Fang Ke rested his head on his right arm, and his left hand was on Fang Ke's waist.

This is a protective posture that most human parents adopt towards their young who are afraid to sleep alone.

He guessed that this might make Fang Ke feel better.

Feeling Fang Ke moving quietly, as if he wanted to snuggle into his arms, he didn't move and just pretended not to know.

Fang Ke kept moving his body until his back was against the warm body.

He wanted to be surrounded by people, like a wall made of soft pillows, surrounding him.

He wanted to be adopted by his master like a puppy, to be cared for and protected like a helpless little animal, and to find an owner like Shen Cinian who could raise him well.

But he is a blind lone wolf.

Shen Cinian doesn't want him.

He would bite the hand that Shen Qinian handed him food, and it was natural for Shen Qinian to abandon him.

No one likes a vicious dog.

This mad dog should be put in a shelter or euthanized.

Shen Cinian felt that the person in his arms seemed to be crying. He was a little helpless. He turned Fang Ke over like coaxing a child and let Fang Ke bury his head in his shoulder, then gently patted Fang Ke's back with his palm to coax him to sleep.

"Be good, and I'll go with you tomorrow night."

"I don't." Fang Ke's voice was a little muffled.

It's a bit muffled and sounds like a good dog.

"You are a good boy," Chen Cinian stroked the puppy's fur.

"I don't."

"I'll accompany you to the dungeon tomorrow." Shen Ci Nian coaxed him patiently.

"Who wants you to accompany me?" Fang Ke reached out and tentatively hugged Shen Qinian's waist, but his head turned to the other side.

"Turn your head around. You'll get a stiff neck if you do that."

"What do you care?" Fang Ke put his hands around Shen Qinian's waist and clasped them behind Shen Qinian's back, then he didn't move.

That's enough.

Hold on tight, you can't run away.

"Okay, I don't care." Shen Ci patted Fang Ke's back. "Go to sleep, I'm here."

Both my mind and body seem to be feeling a little better.

Fang Ke closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Shen Qinian lied to him, so what? He would go to the meeting in the Abyss by himself tomorrow, so it was nothing.

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The red sun rises and the sky becomes bright.