Song Qingmo panicked when he saw Mu Hengshi hitting his head. He quickly stopped Mu Hengshi and said, "You have a wound on your head. Stop hitting it. I'm going to call the hospital to pick you up."
The blood clot in Mu Hengshi's brain changed again, causing his nerve center and hippocampus to ache again. He began to talk nonsense, "No, I won't leave, Song Qingmo. I like you, don't drive me away. You said that you would live with me forever in the future. Even if I have a boyfriend, we can start all over again, okay..." Mu Hengshi's face looked very bad, the blood color on his lips faded, cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead. He clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and wanted to seize this glimmer of hope for himself. Because the faint images that flashed through his mind all showed that he was a bastard. He was afraid that he would have no chance after going abroad this time. He knew Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo was a person who was even more heartless than himself. If he could not always be by his side, then in a few years, or even a few months, Song Qingmo would forget him, and they would only be strangers.
Song Qingmo couldn't persuade Mu Hengshi. He had a terrible headache and wanted to find the medicine box at home to give Mu Hengshi some painkillers. Mu Hengshi's hand kept pulling Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo couldn't push him away, so he had to slowly coax Mu Hengshi, "Let me go first. I'll give you some medicine to slow down the pain."
"No, you have to promise me first, I will let you go from the beginning." Mu Hengshi's tone was firm, but also pleading.
"No, I can't promise you. You'd better give me the medicine first, and we'll talk about the rest later." Although Song Qingmo was panicked now, he was still rational. I have already become Wen Zhiling's boyfriend, so what's the point of agreeing to this promise myself?
"If you don't agree... Fine, but taking medicine is useless..." Mu Hengshi's tone gradually became dangerous. Before Song Qingmo could react, what did Mu Hengshi mean by this? He pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
Mu Hengshi had no experience in kissing, and he bit Song Qingmo's lips without any method. His lips were rubbed and bleeding. Song Qingmo was shocked by this series of changes. He pursed his lips tightly and pushed Mu Hengshi away with force. However, Mu Hengshi also practiced fighting and fitness for many years, and was half a head taller than Song Qingmo. In addition, because Mu Hengshi had drunk alcohol, he seemed to have endless strength.
Mu Hengshi kissed Song Qingmo's lips passionately. The feeling of the two soft petals on his lips made him ignore the pain in his head and immerse himself in the excited and ignorant desire.
Song Qingmo's lips were hurt by Mu Hengshi's rubbing. Because of his excitement, tears welled up in his eyes. He stepped hard on Mu Hengshi's shoes with his legs. Mu Hengshi felt pain, but he did not let go of Song Qingmo's mouth. Song Qingmo wanted to speak, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that Mu Hengshi, the madman, would put his tongue in his mouth, because now he felt a wet and hot thing licking his lips, trying to separate his lips and pry open his teeth. This was not the first time that Mu Hengshi had forcefully kissed him. After Song Qingmo was drugged, Mu Hengshi also kissed him like crazy. At that time, Mu Hengshi was injured and Song Qingmo could easily subdue him, but now Mu Hengshi was very strong and he could not push him away.
Song Qingmo's face was now flushed crimson, half from anger, half from shame. His fury shot straight to the top of his head, tearing at his rationality, making him want to die with Mu Hengshi. He wanted to use a cheap kick between Mu Hengshi's legs to make him have no descendants. Who cares what the Mu family will do to him later? At worst, he could show them the surveillance footage; after all, it wasn't his fault.
Song Qingmo was just about to do this when Mu Hengshi fainted. Mu Hengshi's body softened and he fell directly onto Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo's mouth was free, and he could finally breathe deeply. He wiped the tears from his lips and face. Song Qingmo looked at Mu Henshi, who had fallen on him, with red eyes. He fished out Mu Hengshi's phone, looked at the decoder lock on the screen, and without thinking, dialed 120 for emergency services.
He was strong, but he didn't want to have such close contact with the person who had just forced himself on him. He carried the fallen Mu Hengshi to the chair and put him down. He went to the bathroom to wash his face. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw red eyes, swollen lips, and a few broken skins. He slowly put his hand in front of the mirror, stroking himself in the mirror. With a click, he punched the mirror, and the mirror surface immediately shattered into pieces. Some lenses were embedded in Song Qingmo's fist, and blood immediately flowed everywhere. Song Qingmo usually liked to fight, but this time he was really angry. He ignored the pain in his hand and calmly swept the debris on the ground with a broom. He didn't treat the wound on his hand and let it bleed.
This was his own admonition to himself. Didn't you know long ago that Mu Hengshi was a heartless person who never listened to his wishes and only knew how to force things? What he had done in the past few days not only saved him, but also repeatedly lowered his bottom line for him. Today was a good example. What was the difference between the Mu Hengshi who kissed him today and the boy in his dream? He was a little scared. If that prophetic dream was true, and it had come true today, would the adult Mu Hengshi be like this... The answer was like a metaphysics, about to come out.
Song Qingmo had always been strong-willed, but today had truly frightened him. He let out all the grievances of the past, along with today's fear and panic, and curled himself up in the living room, not worrying about whether the bleeding wound on his hand would stain his clothes. Song Qingmo's suppressed sobs echoed in the silent living room.
Song Qingmo was a little confused now. Ever since that dream, he had tried to keep Mu Hengshi away from him and stopped being as paranoid and morbid as in the dream. He had given up on trying to bring Wen Zhiling together, but he didn't expect this to happen again. Was everything he did in vain? He didn't believe it. Song Qingmo had never believed in fate. He didn't believe that after all his efforts, he still couldn't escape this vicious circle. It was in one's hands, and God was watching. He wouldn't let Mu Hengshi push him to that point.
Song Qingmo knew in his heart that maybe if he moved out of Beijing now, gave up everything he had now, and returned to his hometown with his parents to settle down, there might be a glimmer of hope. But he would have no power or influence at that time. If Mu Hengshi still refused to let him go, what would he do?
Song Qingmo stood up and walked slowly from the living room to the kitchen. He looked at the unconscious Mu Heng and said, "Let's die together. Thinking so much makes my head hurt. If we just burn this place down, won't everything be solved?" Song Qingmo was now completely irrational. He didn't want to live in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that his parents were so good to him, what was the point of living? Instead of risking being a burden to them, it would be better to end it all now.
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