Song Lianqing's mind was in a mess at the moment. All kinds of emotions intertwined and rushed towards him, leaving him unprepared. His mood was turned upside down and he couldn't control himself. If he had known it would be so painful, he would not have forgotten to bring medicine when he went out this morning. But there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Qi Xiangyu found that Song Lianqing was completely stiff at this moment. Even when he kissed him, he couldn't give any response. Instead, he unconsciously grabbed his clothes, holding them very tightly. His whole body was twitching and shaking, and his chest was heaving even more.

Qi Xiangyu didn't dare to kiss him again, but hugged him, patted his back, and his eyes turned red with anxiety, "Lian Qing, relax, it will be fine, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay."

Song Lianqing was breathing heavily. Maybe it was because he heard Qi Xiangyu's words, but his body gradually calmed down. He was no longer as stiff as he was at the beginning and was much more relaxed. However, his breathing was still rapid and he couldn't control the tears in his eyes, which kept falling.

If Qi Xiangyu hadn't been holding him and limiting the range of motion of his hands, his arms would probably have been covered in countless scratches from nails, and even stained with blood.

"Lian Qing, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Qi Xiangyu was kneeling on both legs. He didn't care about anything else. The only thing in his eyes and heart was Song Lianqing who was in great pain at the moment. He hugged him tightly and said comforting words over and over again.

It took Song Lianqing a long time to recover from this sudden attack after being held in his arms. His body was covered in cold sweat and he was too cold to be like a normal person. Qi Xiangyu didn't dare to let him go. He held him in his arms, warming him with his body temperature, and waited for him to return to normal body temperature.

"Xiao Yu..." Song Lianqing's thoughts were in a mess, and he called out Qi Xiangyu's name in a hoarse voice. This name was very intimate, and he called it subconsciously. He couldn't think too much at the moment, and his hands unconsciously hugged his back. In the chaos, he said the words he had hidden for many years, "Don't break up... Don't leave me."

Qi Xiangyu was stunned for a long time and couldn't react. He curled his lips and tears burst out of his eyes. When he proposed to break up, Song Lianqing was too calm. He thought he didn't care at all, but he was wrong, so wrong. If he had told him the reason clearly at the beginning, would they not have to suffer so much now?

"Lian Qing, I won't break up, and I won't leave you."

Qi Xiangyu was like the last straw to save Song Lianqing at this moment. He hugged him tightly, as if to prove that what he said was true. He called his name over and over again in the chaos. Every time he called "Xiao Yu" was so heavy, so heavy that it made Qi Xiangyu heartbroken.

"I'm here, Lian Qing. I'm here."

As Qi Xiangyu spoke, he turned his head and kissed Song Lianqing on the lips with tears in his eyes. Song Lianqing's cold body gradually warmed up and was finally no longer stiff. He responded bit by bit. In the chaos, Song Lianqing forgot where he was and what time it was. He just took it for granted that when he smelled Qi Xiangyu's breath, it was still the same as before, that's all.

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Zhang Yuechen walked to the kitchen door with Chaochao's bottle. He wanted to sterilize the bottle. When he lifted the curtain and saw two people kissing in the room, he stopped.

Zhang Yuechen took a deep breath, quickly left the kitchen, and stood at the door with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost. In fact, a screen was already flashing in his mind.

What the hell?! Is this the VIP benefit for live broadcast? Oh my god, what's wrong with these two people... But why is Qi Xiangyu kneeling? Is he the one below? Song Lianqing, you really bring honor to our entertainment industry!

Zhang Yuechen thought about it, turned around and was about to lift the curtain to continue looking, but he didn't expect Qi Xiangyu to lift the curtain before him and their eyes met. He was stunned for a moment and blushed with guilt.

"Ahaha, I didn't expect you two to be a couple... Ugh! No, it was just a slip of the tongue. I know nothing, I didn't see anything, you guys continue..."

"Brother Chen, please stop making trouble. Lian Qing is sick. I need your help. Come in."

Qi Xiangyu interrupted Zhang Yuechen and dragged him directly into the kitchen. By then, Song Lianqing had regained some of his sanity and was leaning back in a chair, breathing slightly. His complexion looked very bad, and could be described as as pale as paper.

"Ouch! What happened?"

Zhang Yuechen was frightened by Song Lianqing's appearance. He quickly walked over and touched his forehead. He was shocked to find it was cold. "Didn't you take your medicine today?"

Song Lianqing nodded slightly, his voice hoarse, "I forgot to bring it, but I'll be fine after taking the medicine in a while."

Qi Xiangyu then put the medicine in a bowl and brought it to Song Lianqing. He frowned and asked him, "Can you hold the bowl steady?"

Song Lianqing didn't answer, he just raised his hand to take the bowl. As soon as his hand touched the bowl, the dark and calm medicine soup in the bowl began to tremble. It was obvious that his hand had no strength at all. If Qi Xiangyu let go, the bowl would have broken into pieces, which would have been a shame for him shaking so much.

Wan: Lao Liu, please don't hand me over to this patient. I'm scared! dT-Tb

"Song Lianqing, what's wrong with you? Why is it so serious? Your hands are shaking like this."

Seeing that Song Lianqing was still shaking, Zhang Yuechen turned around and handed a spoon to Qi Xiangyu. Qi Xiangyu took it and fed him directly without giving him the bowl.

Song Lianqing swallowed the medicine despite the bitterness and nausea. His face turned paler. He drank several mouthfuls of the medicine in silence and answered Zhang Yuechen's question, "Bipolar disorder."

"What?!"

Zhang Yuechen was extremely surprised. Qi Xiangyu was stunned. He stared at Song Lianqing blankly, and he seemed quite emotional. "When did you find out? How long have you been taking the medicine? Why didn't you tell me when I asked you before?"

Song Lianqing didn't know how to answer him. Seeing that he was very emotional, Zhang Yuechen immediately said, "Qi Xiangyu, don't get excited yet. He can't stand your violent roar right now. Patients with bipolar disorder cannot get excited. Calm down first and wait until he feels better before asking."

"I'm sorry, I was too impatient." Qi Xiangyu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, pursed his lips, scooped up the medicine soup and continued to feed it to Song Lianqing. He looked very depressed. After a long while, he said again, "It will definitely be cured, Lianqing."

Song Lianqing looked at the worry and sadness between Qi Xiangyu's brows, as if he had returned to the days when he accidentally cut his hand while cutting vegetables and was scolded by Qi Xiangyu. It was very ordinary, very sweet, and very warm. It was the life he liked. Even though times had passed and things and people had changed, his character remained unchanged.

"Well, you two should just have a good chat here. I'll heat Chaochao's bottle tomorrow morning. Don't worry, no one will come to disturb you now."

Zhang Yuechen felt that he was very shining at the moment. In order to avoid being fed dog food, he chose to leave very quickly. The two of them ignored him and the kitchen became very quiet for a while.