When Master Qin returned with the porridge, he saw Xiangyang sitting on the bed, head down, covering his face.
"Facing the sun..."
"Huh?" Xiangyang looked up, his voice hoarse, and he seemed a little confused for a moment.
But he showed no sign of anger.
Xiangyang's mind was now filled with the thought that he had been abandoned in this world.
Master Qin walked over, put down the porridge, and reached out to grab his hand.
Xiang Yang subconsciously flinched and frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of disgust as he made no attempt to hide it.
Qin Ye's throat tightened, and his face immediately turned cold. He said, "Eat something first. If you have class later, I'll take you there."
Xiang Yang's gaze gradually regained its rationality. He moved slightly, but a sharp pain shot through his back, causing his expression to change again.
It turns out that all his efforts over the years have not changed at all.
Now, not only has he forced himself on me, but my mission has also failed, and I've been abandoned here.
Master Qin still supported him, put his arm around his shoulder, and handed him a cushion to make him more comfortable.
"Master Qin," Xiang Yang called out to him, following the address of Uncle Zhang.
Master Qin was taken aback and asked him, "What do you mean by this?"
Xiangyang struggled slightly, then relaxed his entire body and said, "Why did you do this?"
Qin Gang looked at him, still indifferent, "What's the big deal? Didn't you say it yourself? It's a very normal thing."
“I didn’t say I could force you!” Xiang Yang interrupted him, looking directly at him.
"Then you can be with someone else!" Qin Gang suppressed his words, also suppressing his anger. "Is it really necessary to care so much?"
Xiang Yang laughed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qin Gang sneered, put his arm around him, and touched his face, saying, "Be angry for a while and then let it go. Have some porridge first."
Xiangyang found him a little scary and struggled a bit more.
Qin Ye simply held him close, picked up the bowl of white porridge, scooped out a spoonful, blew away the heat, and brought it to his lips, lazily asking, "What time do you get out of school? I'll come pick you up."
Xiangyang called out to him, "Uncle Qin..."
"Weren't you just calling me Master Qin?" Qin Gang nuzzled his face, his voice cool yet gentle. "I drank it."
Xiangyang's throat moved slightly.
Master Qin looked helpless and said, "If you're not going to drink, then you shouldn't go to school. Just stay here and take good care of yourself, okay?"
Xiangyang felt a chill run down his spine, but he opened his mouth anyway and drank the porridge before saying, "I'll go to school in a bit."
Master Qin: "I'll take you."
Xiangyang: "...Okay."
Master Qin: "What time do you finish your classes today?"
Xiangyang reminded him, "I live at the school, you don't need to pick me up."
"Don't stay at school anymore," Qin said, his tone still devoid of emotion. "I'll have someone talk to your school leaders about this."
Although Xiangyang didn't know his purpose, he was still annoyed. "Aren't you meddling too much?"
Qin Ye rested his head on his shoulder, rubbed his cheek against his cheek, and scooped up some porridge to cool it down. "Didn't you say yourself that you wanted to live with me from now on?"
“I did say that,” Xiangyang finally exploded, “but I said I wanted to sleep with you!”
Master Qin curled his lip and said sarcastically, "You can't just say whatever you want. Since I've granted your wish, you should grant mine too, right?"
Having been abandoned by the system in this world, Qin Gang meant nothing to Xiang Yang anymore, so Xiang Yang naturally didn't need to be polite or courteous to him. "So? What do you want?"
What do you want to do?
Master Qin only said one sentence: "The porridge is getting cold."
Xiangyang stared wide-eyed until Master Qin had forced him down the bowl of porridge, then shook his chin and coughed a few times.
Qin Ye wiped the corner of his mouth clean, then stood up, lowered his eyelids and said, "I'll have someone ask you to take leave. Don't go to school for the next two days, just stay here."
After saying that, Master Qin left.
When Uncle Zhang saw Master Qin come downstairs, he stood there respectfully. Standing there with him was a middle-aged doctor wearing a white coat and glasses.
Then he said to the doctor, "You can stay here for now."
After saying that, he asked Uncle Zhang to arrange for a guest room to be prepared for him.
After dismissing them all, Master Qin sat alone in the living room for a long time.
Actually, this is for the best; people have to be a little selfish in life.
That night, when Xiangyang realized he could no longer contact Xiaoguai, he finally accepted the reality.
So what am I now?
Am I living in a delusional dream? Am I destined to remain in this dream forever, until I die?
Even if it's just a dream, how to make that dream work is up to him.
The next morning, Master Qin, who had been sitting downstairs all night, personally brought up a breakfast.
He originally thought Xiangyang would definitely make a scene, but to his surprise, after glancing at him, Xiangyang took the initiative to move her body slightly.
Even though a day and a night had passed, Xiangyang's face still changed slightly from the pain. He tried his best to maintain his composure, but he couldn't keep his expression from changing.
But no matter how embarrassing it is, you can only swallow it down.
But he only allowed himself to swallow once.
"Master Qin," Xiang Yang deliberately distanced himself from him, stirring the porridge in his bowl, "I'm going to class in a bit."
Qin Gang's eyes were icy cold. "Sure, if you don't feel any pain."
Xiangyang found what he said extremely offensive, and even paused for a moment, but only for a moment.
Xiangyang didn't argue with him about it and continued, "If you'd like someone to take me home, I'll thank you. If not, that's fine too. This whole thing is just bad luck on my part, and I accept it."
Master Qin propped his head up and praised, "Good attitude."
Xiangyang: "But there won't be a next time."
Qin Gang's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"
“That’s not fair. It can’t be considered that you slept with me for free,” Xiangyang said with a serious expression, then smiled and said, “Just consider it as me selling myself to you last time. You’ve helped me before, so selling myself to you once will settle things.”
Master Qin strode over, grabbed his chin with one hand, and forced him onto the bed. His eyes were even bloodshot. "What did you say!"
Xiangyang sank into the mattress, looking at him calmly, and said, "Master Qin, I should go to class."
Master Qin looked into his eyes, unable to understand why.
Why are there people like Xiangyang, who can take back all the feelings they've given away?
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