The night was as dark as ink, silently enveloping the entire world. Only a few lights flickered in the distance, like watchmen of the night.
In the study, Ye Qingliu sat quietly beside a retro-style desk. His figure stretched out in the dim light, interweaving with the shadows around him to create a quiet and mysterious picture.
Ye Qingliu wore a soft shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing a slender neck. He looked casual yet elegant. His hair was a little messy, with a few strands casually hanging in front of his forehead, adding a touch of unruly temperament to him.
On the desk, an exquisite desk lamp emitted a soft and warm light, just illuminating the book he was concentrating on reading.
The pages of the book turned gently under Ye Qingliu's fingertips, making a subtle and pleasant sound, which intertwined with the occasional sound of the night wind coming from outside the window, forming a melodious night reading music.
The bookshelves around are densely packed with various books, some ancient and some modern, some thick and some light, and each one carries different knowledge and wisdom.
Under the light, these books emit a faint scent of ink, which interweaves with the fragrance of tea in the air, creating an indescribable charm.
“Tick-tick…”
The hands of the clock hanging on the wall pointed to the final hour.
The space suddenly twisted and Yan Yu walked out from it.
A trace of still-dry blood clung to the corner of Yan Yu's mouth, and a deep gash was visible on his left arm. Blood oozed out like a trickle, staining his sleeve red. It dripped onto the cold floor with a soft, "pa pa" sound.
"You wait."
Ye Qingliu put down the book in his hand and went out directly.
When he came in again, he had a medicine box in his hand.
Yan Yu sat down very consciously.
Ye Qingliu carefully used an alcohol swab to disinfect the area around Yan Yu's wound.
"You went to fight..."
Yan Yu just said "hmm" softly.
"Heh, you deserve it."
Ye Qingliu couldn't help but use a little force on his disinfected hands.
Yan Yu took a breath due to the sudden pain, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he couldn't help but let out a groan.
"Hiss, Xiao Qingliu, why are you so rough? It hurts me so much."
"Hmph, it hurts like hell."
Despite what Ye Qingliu said, he bandaged Yan Wei very "gently" afterwards.
Under the soft light, Ye Qingliu carefully unfolded a piece of sterile gauze. The gauze was as white as snow and had a soft luster in the dim light.
Ye Qingliu gently covered the wound with gauze, his movements so gentle as if he was touching a fragile feather, for fear of causing Yan Wei any extra pain.
Then, Ye Qingliu picked up the bandage and wrapped it around the gauze in circles, carefully adjusting the tightness of the bandage with each wrap, ensuring that the wound received sufficient pressure to stop the bleeding, while avoiding being too tight to affect blood circulation.
During the bandaging process, the study was unusually quiet, with only Yan Yu's light breathing and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.
Yan Yu just watched Ye Qingliu bandage himself quietly without saying anything...
Finally, Ye Qingliu skillfully tied a knot that was both firm and beautiful, like a carefully crafted work of art, announcing the perfect completion of the bandage.
"Hehehe, thank you Xiao Qingliu."
"By the way, why isn't Xiao Qingliu sleeping so late? Are you waiting for me?"
It would have been fine if Yan Yu just talked, but he also started to fight. He didn't know when his hand was on the other person's shoulder.
"If you say one more word, get out."
"Don't be like this! Xiao Qingliu, how can you be so heartless."
Ye Qingliu slapped the other person's hand away, turned around and put the medicine box into the cabinet in the study.
He had just put away the medicine box when Yan Yu came over again like a dog-skin plaster.
Yan Yi gently wrapped his arms around Ye Qingliu's waist from behind. His fingers lightly touched her skin, transmitting warmth and strength through the thin clothing.
Yan Yu's face was pressed against the other person's back, and he could clearly feel the temperature and slight tremors of the other person's body.
"Yan Yu..."
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
Ye Qingliu's body trembled slightly when being hugged, and then he relaxed. Ye Qingliu did not turn around, but just stood there quietly, letting the hug surround him.
Ye Qingliu slowly closed his eyes, as if at this moment, everything had disappeared.
Under the dim and soft light, the room seemed to be gently wrapped in a layer of faint warmth, and the figures of the two people were intertwined in the light and shadow, forming a warm and slightly mysterious picture.
However, this tranquility was soon broken by a sudden and strange incident.
At this moment, Ye Qingliu's brows suddenly furrowed tightly, as if an invisible force was raging in his head.
Ye Qingliu's eyes became blurry, and his originally relaxed body began to tremble slightly. He tried to use his willpower to resist the sudden pain, but the headache was like a sharp knife, cutting through his consciousness.
Ye Qingliu gently pushed away Yan Yu in front of him, his body shaking involuntarily, as if even standing had become difficult.
Ye Qingliu leaned weakly against the desk, pressing his temples tightly with his right hand, his fingers almost turning white with force, as if he wanted to stop the headache that was surging like a tide.
Ye Qingliu's face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, revealing that he was experiencing unspeakable pain at the moment.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
