Chapter 40

Lan Yexing stared at the hand in a daze, feeling as if his heart was about to stop beating.

The boy's hands hanging below him were clenched into fists, his fingertips almost piercing through his palms.

The wild autumn wind ruffled his hair, obscuring his expression and eyes for a moment.

After a while, Lan Yexing sniffed and said softly, "You are such a bastard..."

Whether before or after losing his memory, he is an absolute bastard.

He raised his trembling hand and touched the back of the young man's hand, carefully holding the hand closer to himself. The disordered muscles, bones, nerves, blood and flesh in his palm became clearer and more terrifying.

Lan Yexing lowered his head slightly and bit his lower lip. His voice was so hoarse that he seemed to be about to cry. He wanted to scold the other person and slap him, but what came out of his mouth was a sad sentence: "...Does it hurt?"

As these words were spoken, a heavy and crystal teardrop rolled down like a pearl, brushed against Qiao You's uninjured index finger, and fell to the ground.

Qiao You, who originally had a happy smile on his face, suddenly froze up because of the heat of the tears. Before he realized the fact that "Lan Yexing cried for him", his breathing was completely disordered. A large blank look slowly emerged on his handsome face. He subconsciously bent slightly while hugging the boy's body from behind: his heart suddenly hurt...

It hurt so much that it felt like in the next second I would burst open his chest with blood all over it and jump into the boy's arms to wipe away his tears that were so wet and heavy that it was frightening.

Why does my heart hurt so much...

With his nature, he should prefer to see the other person in pain, struggling, getting hurt, and crying...

Just like now, a part of his body was actually excited about the boy's tears.

But my heart really hurts...

Before I lost my memory, would I be so miserable if I made the person I loved cry?

Would everyone be so miserable if they made the person they loved cry?

In this intense pain, he suddenly realized: why did he suppress most of his dark and crazy nature so seriously before he lost his memory? Even though he physically desired a person to that extent, he did not use all means to directly possess his body... It turned out that he had such a painful and cherishing feeling towards this young man?

He finally understood what that more chaotic and profound emotion that was independent of physiological desire and surged throughout his body was - or rather, that physical desire originated from this emotion.

Before he lost his memory, he loved this boy...

Now he couldn't imagine that he could still love someone.

But I just love you.

The tall blond young man hugged the boy tighter in panic. He buried his face in Lan Yexing's warm neck again and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It doesn't hurt, really."

The [Extraction] spiritual power still attached to the hand quickly dissipated, and the muscles, nerves and bones slowly returned to their original positions. During this process, the muscles and bones kept tearing and colliding, making creepy noises. But in the end, they all returned to their original positions.

However, the skin on the palm of his hand was directly torn by the bones, muscles and nerves instead of being directly acted on by the mental power. Therefore, even if other parts recovered, the palm of his hand was still a bloody mess - not to mention the glass cuts from the weekend at home.

Qiao You, however, used the cleanest finger on his hand that was not stained with the slightest bit of blood to gently touch the end of the boy's burning eye. The gentle and flustered touch was followed by more hot and heavy tears. He said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Xiaoxing, don't cry, okay?"

Lan Yexing grabbed his wrist and gently moved his hand away. He also felt a little ashamed, so he wiped his face with his other hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't hurt your body again in the future."

Qiao You kissed the boy on the cheek, as obedient as a dragon that had retracted all its terrifying claws and fangs. He said, "Of course."

Qiao You, whose memory was frozen at the time of his high school graduation, suddenly recalled the family relationship and emotional health course offered by the aristocratic public school for the mental health of students. He had always disdained it, but now he recalled every detail of the course, imitating in a clumsy way what the wrongdoer in a couple should do to save their relationship. He earnestly promised the boy in his arms: "I will listen to you in everything from now on, okay. I will also write you a letter of guarantee."

Qiao You still hugged the boy from behind, closed his eyes and murmured softly and morbidly: "Xiaoxing, I can do anything for you..."

Lan Yexing was startled, his heart aching and weak, he said in a muffled voice: "Promise to write it down later."

Afterwards, he looked at the young man's still injured hand, took a deep breath to calm his slightly out-of-control emotions, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yang Qing, saying: "Now, let's leave here first and go treat your injury."

The wound on Qiao You's shoulder and hand now needed to be treated by more professional people, so he chose to ask Yang Qing for help.

After getting the other party's reply, Lan Yexing turned to look at the young man. He gently stroked the other party's slightly cold cheek and said, "Come with me to the school hospital, okay?"

Qiao You lowered his head slightly to make it easier for him to touch him. He looked at him and smiled: "Of course."

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However, when they arrived near the school hospital, Lan Yexing directly pointed out Yang Qing's personal office outside and asked Qiao You to use his mental power to take him there directly.

The nature of the matter between Leon and the clones is unclear now. He cannot let strangers know that Qiao You has injuries caused by mental power, so he does not plan to take him to register for medical treatment through formal channels.

Yang Qing was very reliable at this time. In the closed office, he took out the debridement tools and medical kit neatly, and looked at Lan Yexing, who was standing by the bed and had her wrist firmly grasped possessively by the scary young man on the bed. He said solemnly, "Don't worry, Xiaoxing, I won't ask too many questions, and I will never say anything more after I leave this door."

Lan Yexing held Qiao You's uninjured hand in a comforting manner, and smiled at Yang Qing tenderly and gratefully: "Thank you."

Yang Qing said, "Why are you thanking me?" He looked at the two people's overly intimate interaction with a subtle expression. He felt more and more uneasy, and even frowned slightly: "You guys..."

Lan Yexing curved her eyes, and simply took Qiao You's uninjured hand and interlocked their fingers, and said to her friend openly: "We are together."

Yang Qing's pupils shrank, and he said subconsciously with disapproval: "Xiao Xing, do you know how troublesome and dangerous it is for ordinary people like us to get involved with people like them..."

Lan Yexing interrupted him gently but firmly: "I don't feel any trouble at all, and I'm not afraid of any danger."

Yang Qing was stunned for a while, then he sighed heavily and smiled helplessly: "Okay."

He knew that although the young man who saved his life was soft-hearted, he was also always so brave that it frightened him.

He didn't say anything else, but just took the tools and walked towards the young man on the bed who was too handsome and too scary.

Qiao You looked at the doctor who seemed very familiar with Lan Yexing with a smile, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: almost instinctively, he hated the other person.

He hated the other person before he said anything that almost crossed his bottom line.

However, he is Lan Yexing's friend, so he will not attack him.

Yang Qing felt a chill on his back from being stared at by that cold and imposing gaze. He looked at Lan Yexing several times before taking a deep breath and walking forward to clean the wound and apply medicine to Qiao You neatly.

He did it reluctantly. His patience with the blond young man had reached its limit, so Lan Yexing had to do the bandaging step himself.

After bandaging the wounds, Lan Yexing gently reached out and touched Qiao You's forehead. A worried look appeared on his face again. He looked at Yang Qing and said, "He has a fever."

Yang Qing: "It's most likely a wound infection. Don't worry, I'll take his blood for a test first, and if he needs an IV drip, I'll do it in my office. Don't worry, I'll take care of the procedures for covering up the blood test and the medicine."

Lan Yexing said seriously: "Thank you so much."

Yang Qing: "Hey, let's talk about this. You guys wait here, I'll go get some blood collection tools." After saying that, he left the office and closed the door.

After everyone left, Lan Yexing touched the blond young man's face distressedly. The face was already slightly hot. He asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao You looked at him with a smile, rubbed the boy's warm and soft palm with his cheek affectionately and ambiguously, and closed his eyes: "No."

Lan Yexing was stunned: Qiao You would never be like this before.

Even when he was sick, he was still strong and domineering.

Even in front of him, he would not show his current posture that was no different from that of a teenager - it was not that he was not strong now, but the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was subtly different from that of a young man who had completed his maturity, which really made people...

Lan Yexing then realized belatedly that Qiao You was probably no different from a high school student now.

His heart immediately softened and he simply went forward and hugged the young man who was sitting on the bed.

Qiao You's pupils shrank: his cheek was pressed against the boy's heaving chest, and his ears were filled with the longing and nostalgic heartbeat.

Qiao You immediately realized something and smiled slightly, his eyes shining frighteningly in the shadows. Ah, so you have such a soft heart...

This is truly the character that is most vulnerable to plunder and taking advantage of.

Did I take advantage of his softness to get him like this before I lost my memory? This is really enviable...

He lowered his head slightly in the boy's fragrant embrace, a terrifying red light appearing in his half-closed green eyes. He slowly raised his strong arms, hugged the boy's slender waist possessively, and forced him to get closer to him.

Lan Yexing felt that he was uncomfortable when he was hugged like this. After all, the hot temperature of the young man's cheek in his arms was so clearly transmitted to his skin through the fabric of his clothes. He reached out and touched the young man's slightly cool and bright golden hair with heartache, and said, "Bear it for a while, wait for Yang Qing to come back and test your blood, and you won't feel uncomfortable after taking the right medicine."

Qiao You put his ear close to his heart like a big animal, listening carefully to his heartbeat. His arm around the boy's waist became stronger, and when his muscles were tensed, he looked more dangerous and oppressive. He smiled, his voice low and hoarse, full of ambiguity, like a wild animal luring its prey into its trap: "Will you stay with me?"

Lan Yexing: “Of course.”

Qiao You: "Will you stay with me all night?"

Lan Yexing gently played with his golden hair and smiled softly: "In your situation, I'm worried about you being alone."

He was sick and had amnesia, and was involved in those clone affairs.

How could he leave him alone?

As he spoke, he looked out the window at the dark night: the incident at the Academy of Fine Arts building had caused an uproar. Even though it was very late at night and the school hospital was far away from the Academy of Fine Arts, vehicles continued to pass by outside the window, with various warning lights flashing and the sound of police sirens blaring.

In this situation, he couldn't leave Qiao You alone.

Moreover, he himself needed a safe and quiet place to use those fragmentary clues to thoroughly sort out what happened.

Retracting his gaze, he looked at the blond young man in his arms with a soft expression and said, "Perhaps you will have to get an IV drip in this office tonight. Don't worry, I will always be by your side."

The tall young man sniffed the clean, warm and pleasant scent on Lan Yexing with satisfaction and pleasure, his half-closed green eyes shining like a terrifying beast: he would never make the person he liked cry again, but now, he just wanted to be closer to him, closer... He would be very careful not to reveal his true nature and scare the other person.

So the blond youth continued to pretend to be weak, speaking like a real high school graduate. He asked casually with a question that would make people more tenderhearted: "After the drip, will you let me hold you and sleep with me?"