Just as Xia Wan chased after Cui Ziqi out, the elevator doors closed.
Before the door closed, she saw Cui Ziqi's weak figure collapse.
Anxious, she disregarded everything else and turned to run up the stairwell.
By the time she reached the sixth floor, she was panting heavily and covered in sweat.
At the doorway, Zuo Cheng, his face pale, was half-squatting and curled up on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his chest.
Xia Wan wiped the sweat from her forehead and ran over quickly.
"Zuo Cheng, what happened? Where is Cui Ziqi?"
Zuo Cheng grabbed Xia Wan's injured left wrist, placed a bloodstained room card in her palm, and looked up with pleading eyes.
"Save Qi-ge! He...he's having an attack!"
Onset of illness.
It was mentioned in the book.
During the three years that Cui Ziqi spent at the research institute, she was treated as the sole experimental guinea pig by the researchers. The research institute, invested in by the Cui family, mainly focused on treating patients with schizophrenia using physical methods or psychological stimulation, and the main experimental subjects were children.
Unfortunately, test subjects were extremely scarce, so when Cui Jiyang found Cui Ziqi, he sent him to the research institute.
Over three years, a mentally healthy child was driven to become a schizophrenic. Researchers then used various methods, including electrotherapy, drug therapy, and psychological intervention, to treat Cui Ziqi's illness.
Cui Ziqi's mental state had already collapsed into a complete mess at that time.
Later, whether in the orphanage or after being taken back to the Cui family, his mental illness only worsened.
Once it occurs, the consequences are unimaginable.
Xia Wan ignored the pain in her wrist and asked Zuo Cheng to wait outside the door while she swiped her card to enter the room.
Inside the room.
Furniture was scattered haphazardly on the floor, and even the million-dollar porcelain vase next to it was now shattered into pieces.
Cui Ziqi stepped over the mess on the floor and curled up in the corner.
That spot, away from the window, was the darkest place in the room.
He hugged his knees, squatting helplessly in the corner, trembling. Blood spread across his white T-shirt, staining most of his clothes red. His hands were clenched into fists in front of his knees, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, as if they were about to explode at any moment.
"Cui Ziqi".
Xia Wan's voice was soft, carrying endless comfort.
The man froze, then abruptly looked up at Xia Wan.
His eyes were bloodshot, his taut jawline trembled, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, gritting his teeth and shrinking back.
"Get out! Get out!"
He roared, his handsome face contorted in rage, like a frightened little beast baring its teeth as if about to bite.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid.
Xia Wan swallowed hard, suppressing her fear. Just as she was about to speak to comfort Cui Ziqi, her gaze fell upon the bright red drops dripping from his fist, and her expression shifted.
The next second, she strode over and squatted down in front of Cui Ziqi, forcefully digging into his fists.
"What are you holding? Let go!"
Her hands were so tense she couldn't open them, and she was on the verge of tears.
"Cui Ziqi, please let go, okay? I'm begging you."
Blood was dripping down in a stream, and it was impossible to tell how badly his hand was injured.
Cui Ziqi suppressed the urge to shake Xia Wan off, glaring at her through gritted teeth.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist hurting her.
He was afraid that Xia Wan would distance herself from him because of this!
"I'm not leaving! Why should I leave? Cui Ziqi, your life is mine, and I won't allow you to hurt him! Let go of me!"
Cui Ziqi closed her eyes, her mind almost completely consumed by that bloody and violent desire.
Xia Wan was still clinging to his hand when she touched some wound and hissed in pain. The next second, Cui Ziqi opened his hand.
The shards of porcelain in his palm were stained red with blood.
Xia Wan frowned as she picked out the broken porcelain shards, glancing worriedly at Cui Ziqi.
"Wait here, I'll go get the first-aid kit."
She had just stood up when her arm was pulled forcefully.
She fell weightlessly into the man's arms, and before she could speak, her lips were kissed.
Her head was gripped tightly, and the kiss on her lips grew more intimate. The rich taste of blood filled her mouth, and Xia Wan could feel the man's hands trembling as he held her.
This is the second time Cui Ziqi has kissed her today.
Unlike his first act of violence, this time he bit his own tongue.
Xia Wan reached out and put her arm around Cui Ziqi's neck, tilting her head slightly in response.
The man's body stiffened, his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the pressure in his hand gradually loosened.
The sea breeze lifted the sheer curtains, seeping into the room through the gaps, sweeping across the messy floor, the gently swaying walls, and also past the two people embracing and kissing in the corner.
After an unknown amount of time, when Xia Wan felt short of breath, Cui Ziqi still showed no intention of letting go.
She turned her head decisively, and Cui Ziqi's kiss brushed across her cheek, then followed the momentum to her neck.
She buried her head in Cui Ziqi's neck, breathing in the fresh air.
"I'm suffocating."
She whispered in Cui Ziqi's ear between breaths.
The bloodshot in Cui Ziqi's eyes had long since faded, and he looked exhausted, leaning weakly on Xia Wan's shoulder.
He still wouldn't give up and gently bit her chin.
"It's no use."
He muttered a complaint in a low voice, his tone returning to its original deep, magnetic quality.
Xia Wan focused on breathing and didn't want to pay attention to what he was saying for the moment.
After she calmed herself down, she lifted her head out of Cui Ziqi's arms.
Seeing that Cui Ziqi had returned to normal, her dark and bright eyes had lost their previous bloodlust, and her glassy pupils reflected her image, faintly revealing a touch of gentleness.
Xia Wan looked at him excitedly, "Cui Ziqi, you kissed me first both times, you won't abandon me, will you?"
Cui Ziqi looked at her full, rosy lips, glanced to the side, and blushed slightly on her cheeks.
He remained silent for a long time.
Xia Wan chuckled softly. The shy little pervert is finally back.
She bent down to help him up and gently coaxed him.
"Heal your wounds first, then we can talk about taking responsibility."
She helped Cui Ziqi sit down on the bed, ordered him to take off his shirt, and then skillfully ran to the wardrobe to take out the first-aid kit.
When she turned around, she found that Cui Ziqi hadn't taken off her clothes yet. Just as she was about to frown and say something, Cui Ziqi grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her to sit on the bed.
The next moment, he snatched the medicine box away.
"you……"
Before she could finish speaking, Cui Ziqi took her hand.
His brow furrowed deeply when his gaze fell upon the gaping wound on her wrist and palm.
Does it hurt?
The gentle voice made Xia Wan feel dazed. When she came back to her senses, she met Cui Ziqi's burning gaze.
For the first time, a faint warmth appeared on her face.
"fine."
Once the pain becomes numb, it doesn't hurt as much anymore.
Cui Ziqi pursed his lips and remained silent, then lowered his eyes to open the medicine box and carefully and gently applied the medicine to her.
My palms are itchy.
My wrists are itchy.
My heart is itching.
Xia Wan was somewhat excited. The little pervert had started to care about her. Did that mean her conquest process had made substantial progress?
When her fingertips touched something warm, Xia Wan's excitement was instantly overshadowed by worry.
Cui Ziqi's wound is bleeding again.
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