The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

A few minutes later, Yi Chenye was pinned down on the sofa, unable to get up. Lan Sui sat on him and pressed his neck. The sound from the TV was still playing. He leaned over behind his ear and asked: "Who taught you to do such a bad thing, huh?"

Yi Chenye: "If you're so timid, why watch horror movies?"

Hearing this tone, it was Yi Chenye who was "sleepwalking" again.

"Otherwise, how about you?" Lan Sui paused for two seconds, then leaned over with a chuckle, "It's not bad from what you say."

Yi Chenye: "Lan Sui, do you want to die?"

With a push, he turned Lan Sui onto his body, sat on him astride him, and pinched his neck. Lan Sui was panting heavily, her hair was disheveled, and she looked at him with half-closed eyes.

After a struggle, his clothes were messy, and he looked like he wanted to be tortured, his thin lips were slightly parted and he was panting, his indifferent face was stained with a blush.

Yi Chenye swallowed, let him go with a snort, "It's really useless."

"It's been a few days, you should have recovered almost." Yi Chenye said.

Lan Sui paused, tilted his head and fiddled with the collar, "Do you want it?"

Yi Chenye looked at him with dark red eyes.

Lan Sui caressed his cheek with her index finger and pressed his lips, "Get it yourself."

Yi Chenye narrowed his eyes slightly, touched the sharp canine teeth with the tip of his tongue, and bent down suddenly.

The distance suddenly drew closer, and Lan Sui couldn't help tensing up all over. He opened his eyes and clasped the back of Yi Chenye's neck to prevent him from losing control. This time, Yi Chenye was more enthusiastic than before, making Lan Sui uncomfortable. It's too good, mainly because the body can't bear it.

Yi Chenye was indeed keeping his promise, so Lan Sui didn't resist too much this time, a good boy should be rewarded.

After a long while.

Yi Chenye panted slightly, raised his head, his lips were rosy, he licked the blood on his lips, his blue eyes were full of satisfaction and confusion.

"Bite so hard." Lan Sui hissed, "Get up."

Yi Chenye grabbed his hand and pressed it on the sofa, "Don't move, I'll lick it for you, hurry up."

The wet tongue licked the wound, and Lan Sui couldn't help rolling her Adam's apple. Just now, Lan Sui didn't think it was a problem, because he was a "deal", but now, what Yi Chenye did was redundant .

After licking and licking, they talked about when the "next time" would be. Lan Sui fastened his clothes and said that he could only give him once a week. He ate too much at one time. Yi Chenye was a little dissatisfied and disagreed.

"Is that all your self-control is?" Lan Sui challenged him.

Yi Chenye twitched the corner of his lips, and sneered with disdain: "Heh."

What kind of self-control is needed in the dream.

Lan Sui lifted his face, pressed the corner of his lips lightly with her fingertips, and wiped it off, "Twice a week, no more."

This little bastard has eaten so many overlord meals, and he still refuses to lower his blackening value.

Yi Chenye saw that he didn't speak, agreed, or refused, so Lan Sui took him for acquiescing, and he turned off the TV, "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

There was no sound behind him, and Lan Sui didn't speak anymore. Anyway, when he woke up tomorrow morning, Yi Chenye would regard this as a dream. He went back to the room and looked at the position of the wound in the mirror. It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's bitten in the same place as last time.

Strong people tend to be stubborn and paranoid, and gentleness is just the appearance he puts on himself.

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The weather started to get cold in October, so Lan took out a high-necked dress from the closet and put it on to cover the wound on her neck. She used too many excuses to shave, so her credibility was not high.

He went downstairs and found Yi Chenye was sitting on the sofa downstairs early in the morning, handling business with a tablet. Seeing him coming down, he said, "There is food in the kitchen, heat it up yourself."

"No need." Lan Sui said, "I'll go out to eat later."

Yi Chenye said lightly, "The things in the house are poisonous, can't you eat them?"

Lan Sui: "?"

He glanced at Yi Chenye who was inexplicably yin and yang today, like a man who was dissatisfied with desire, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything, he said "Got it, let's eat", and went to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he could smell the scent. The dishes on the table were still hot, such as chicken soup and fish soup. In the early morning, he made a table full of Dabu soup.

Lan Sui: "..."

He glanced into the living room and happened to meet Yi Chenye's gaze.

Yi Chenye remained calm.

"Didn't you have hypoglycemia a few days ago?" He said, "It's time to make up for it - lest people say that I'm harsh on the employees."

Lan Sui: "...Thank you Mr. Yi for your concern."

The tip of Yi Chenye's nose twitched, smelling the strong scent of perfume on Lan's body, he raised his hand to touch his nose, tilted his head and sneezed.

Lan Sui said that he would go back today, wearing such a heavy perfume on his body, is it possible that he has to meet someone?

After Lan Sui had finished his breakfast and explained everything, when he was about to go out, he saw Yi Chenye spraying water at the door with a watering can.

"Going out?" Yi Chenye asked.

Lan Sui stopped at his feet.

"Why don't you take me back to your house?" He said with a slight smile, "I haven't been to your house yet, so I don't know what it's like."

Afterwards, Lan Sui's one-person walk turned into a two-person walk.

Yuanshen's home lived in an old villa area. It was a small western-style building. The interior had been refurbished several times. Yuanshen grew up in that area. Lan Sui drove in the small road, and he could still see both sides along the way. The small noodle shop and small supermarket are full of life.

In the back seat of the car, Yi Chenye leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His deep eyebrows and fair skin are very eye-catching at first glance, and he has an outstanding temperament.

Today is a cloudy day, with heavy clouds hanging over the sky.

Lan Sui's car stopped at the gate of the small bungalow.

The old house has been unoccupied for several months, the inside is full of dust, the iron door is opened, and there is a "squeak" sound, which for no reason reminded Lan Sui of the movie he watched at the beginning last night, and he glanced at it. Yi Chenye happened to see his thoughtful expression.

Sensing his gaze, Yi Chenye turned his head and gave him a gentle smile.

The sofa in the living room was covered with a white cloth to cover the dust. Lan Sui glanced at it. He searched for the first floor first, and then went up to the second floor. Several rooms were locked. It took a while to find the keys. Lan Sui entered his room. room, looking for it.

Yi Chenye opened the window, sat on the table by the window, blew the dust on the table, wiped it with his index finger, took out a tissue, wiped it, then sat on the table, watching Lan Sui Rummaging in the room.

"What are you looking for?" Yi Chenye asked.

"Just tidy up." Lan Sui said, "I haven't been back for a while."

Yi Chenye casually pulled the desk drawer, and found that there were some books and homework that Lan Sui had when he was in school. He flipped through it, and took out a homework book, which was written in immature handwriting when he was a child.

【Lan Sui/Grade 3 (Class [-])】

The words "composition text" are marked next to it.

"Do you still keep the elementary school composition?" He asked.

Lan Sui said casually: "Collecting addiction."

Yi Chenye crossed his legs, put the composition text on his knees, opened it casually, and stroked the paper with his fingertips, which already had rough edges.

Lan Sui found a small box under the bed with some small toys in it, but found nothing useful. There was not a single photo related to his parents in this room. At this time, he heard Yi Chenye Qinglang's voice He read a composition in a low voice.

"My father is very strange sometimes. There is always a very smelly smell in his room. Although his room is very smelly, my father loves to clean it very much..."

Lan Sui saw a little doll in the toy pile, the cotton wool was exposed, Lan Sui stood up, looked at Yi Chenye, Yi Chenye stopped, "Look at your composition when you were young, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind." Lan Sui said, "What did I write?"

"My father." Yi Chenye said, "The first article in the first semester of the third grade."

Lan Sui leaned over to read the article with him. The composition said "My Father", and it was mentioned in the composition that there were often dead mice in the corner of his father's room.

Lan Sui was reading the composition, and Yi Chenye was looking at him. He looked at Lan Sui's eyebrows, three-dimensional eyebrows, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were pale and unclear.

What emerged in his mind was another picture.

The man was lying on the sofa, tilting his head slightly, exposing his smooth neck, exposing the gate of life to his eyes, he unconsciously looked down - saw Lan Sui's body tightly wrapped in a high-necked bottoming shirt neck.

Yi Chenye licked his sharp teeth, "Have you forgotten what I wrote?"

"Isn't this a normal thing?" Lan Sui said, "Can you recall the "My Mother" you wrote in elementary school?"

After not hearing Yi Chenye's words for a while, Lan Sui's hand that turned the page paused for a moment, and raised her eyes to meet Yi Chenye's, with a very pale look in them.

"Sorry." Lan Sui said.

He said it casually, and only after he said it did he realize that Yi Chenye's mother had passed away.

"Indeed... I can't remember." Yi Chenye said,

I don't know if it's because he couldn't remember the composition, or his mother.

"I don't seem to have told you about her." Yi Chenye said.

Lan Sui: "I've heard some."

"She has passed away." Yi Chenye propped his hands on the table, leaned back, his Adam's apple protruded in a beautiful shape, rolled up and down, he closed his eyes and thought about it, "I died after being sucked dry It’s — on my 15th birthday.”

He opened his eyes with drooping eyelids. From Lan Sui's point of view, his eyes are full of allure, as if they are tempting people to walk into the abyss. They are so beautiful that they feel fragile. Looking into the depths, there is a little darkness. red.

If you look at it for a long time, you will fall into it.

Lan Sui closed his eyes for a moment, his mind became clearer, and he asked, "Has the murderer been caught?"

Silence for a few seconds.

Yi Chenye: "No."

"Hypoglycemia again?" He asked Lan Sui.

Ask knowingly.

Lan Sui had no doubt that he was just trying to hypnotize him.

"Maybe I squatted for a long time just now." Lan Sui said, "Any clues?"

"Huh?" Yi Chenye reacted for a moment, then remembered that Lan Sui was asking about his mother, "...No."

He lied.

"Really." Lan Sui pushed his glasses, "Or, do you have anything... can you say about that matter? I can help you."

"You?" Yi Chenye snorted and laughed, "How do you want to help me?"

"I..." Lan didn't finish speaking casually, and when she looked up, she saw the afterimage coming this way, "Be careful!"

He reached out and picked Yi Chenye's head.

In fact, Yi Chenye sensed the crisis a second earlier than him, but before he even moved, the person in front of him displayed a faster speed.

The tip of his nose hit Lan Sui's shoulder, the distance was too close, Yi Chenye could clearly smell the perfume on his body, he didn't like this smell, it covered up Lan Sui's own breath.

But now he caught the smell on Lan's body under the strong smell of perfume.

That familiar feeling came over his face, he sat on the table, stretched out his hand to support Lan Sui's waist, pulled his clothes, put the tip of his nose on his shoulder, and felt Lan Sui's hand on the back of his neck.

Due to his habitual precautions, the first thought in his mind was - he wanted to kill him.

But his physical comfort with Lan Sui prevented him from pushing him away immediately.

A picture frame hanging on the wall fell off, and the sharp corner hit Lan Sui's arm, and the dull pain came over in an instant. Lan Sui groaned, and his chest trembled.

The picture frame fell on the table, and the glass on the surface shattered into slag.

Yi Chenye could also feel the impact brought by the frame falling, and he froze for a moment.

Your body's first reaction can't fool you.

Lan Sui let go of him, his arm was numb due to pain, and fell to his leg, trembling unconsciously. He looked up at the wall behind Yi Chenye. It was a painting hanging by the window, probably For too long, they opened the window again and were blown down by the wind.

"Are you okay?" Lan Sui asked him while looking up.

Yi Chenye: "Yes."

"Here, the connection between people may have unexpected effects, you can try to tell me, after all, you will not lose if you have one more helper—" Lan Sui continued to pick up the words just now, and then matched Yi Chenye's eyes.

Somewhat vague.

He realized that there was dust on the lenses, and raised his other hand to take off the glasses, Yi Chenye raised his hand to remove the glasses for him, lowered his head and wiped the dust on them, "Go ahead."

He licked his lips, and caught a glimpse of the bright red color on the back of Lan Sui's right hand.

His hands were bleeding.

Yi Chenye's Adam's apple rolled.

He wiped the lens clean, but he didn't return it to Lan Sui. He just held the glasses in his hand and touched the lens carefully with his fingertips.

The irrepressible smell of perfume drilled into his nose.

Lan Sui has always said these things in a set way, and his mouth is very good at speaking, but he pointed out that there are reasons and evidences, and he is very good at creating situations that are beneficial to him.

Yi Chenye's thoughts were not on this.

His strong self-control made him look away from Lan Sui's wrist, and looked over in the next second.

Lan Sui: "As the saying goes, time sees people's hearts, we can make a deal..."

trade……

Yi Chenye swallowed, the smell overwhelmed the scent of the perfume, and went straight into his nose.

Lan Sui: "Of course, I have no other intentions..."

Blood flowed through the fingertips and dripped to the ground.

Lan Sui paused, and finally realized that something was wrong with Yi Chenye. He looked down and saw the blood on the back of his hand, so he covered it.

The whole right arm was numb, and he didn't even notice that it was broken.

"I..." Yi Chenye stopped the moment he opened his mouth.

What did he just want to say?

I'll lick it for you, so hurry up?

Is he crazy.

Yi Chenye took a deep breath, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, "wipe."

Lan Sui took it over and wiped off the blood on it.

"Are you okay?" Yi Chenye asked.

Lan casually wiped it twice: "It's okay--were you listening to me just now?"

Yi Chenye: "Yes."

Lan Sui wanted to say something else.

"Hush..." Yi Chenye suddenly interrupted Lan Sui, and glanced at the door, "Someone is here."

Lan Sui looked out the door.

Yi Chenye jumped off the table, "Let's go."

"why?"

No reason, just don't want to see stalking mice.

Yi Chenye immediately reached out and picked up Lan Sui, stepped on the edge of the table, and jumped towards the window.

During the rapid descent, Lan's broken hair fluttered with the corners of his forehead. He looked up and saw Yi Chenye's calm side face, and the wind stroked his light-colored hair.

Those words were not asking him, but informing him.

The sound of footsteps going up the stairs sounded a little cheerful. The visitor walked up the corridor, passed through the doors, and stopped outside a door with purpose. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, pushed the door and entered.

The door was empty, there was no one, the table was in a mess, and half footprints were left, while the windows were wide open, and the curtains were fluttering.

Cheng Jing's smile dropped a little bit.

Ran.

He walked to the table and saw the fallen photo frame on the table. The tip of his nose moved slightly, he squatted down, and wiped the ground with his fingertips. His fingertips were stained with scarlet liquid.

Lan Sui had just experienced an exciting jumping project, and his heartbeat had not stopped when he went up. Yi Chenye asked him if there was a clinic nearby. Lan Sui said yes, and Yi Chenye asked him to take him there.

The small clinic on the street looks like a black shop from a distance.

On the wooden bench in the clinic, a man with tattoos all over his body was sitting there in a vest, drinking water, and he was talking on the phone loudly. As soon as Lan Sui and Yi Chenye came in, the clinic seemed brighter.

Lan Sui held a few composition texts in his hand, sat down on a stool beside him, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and said "I'm sorry".

Yi Chenye watched from the side as the doctor applied medicine to him. The wound was not serious, but it just happened to be at the joint. Telephone.

Yi Chenye looked at it for a while, then went out.

Lan Sui paid the money, and when she went out, she saw Yi Chenye standing at the door, and when she saw him go out, she gave him a sideways glance.

"All right?"

They were waiting for him.

"Do you want to go back?" Lan Sui asked.

Yi Chenye: "Where else do you want to go?"

Lan Sui put his coat on his hand, and pointed casually, "There's a restaurant with good scallion oil noodles in that alley."

The noodle shop is not big, but there are many customers, and the tables are placed outside. There are not many people at this time. Lan Sui went to order, told the boss that there is no garlic, found a seat, took out a tissue and wiped it table, and asked Yichen Yexi if he liked noodles.

Yi Chenye: "It's okay."

It's okay, that's what I like.

Lan Sui: "You cook..."

His voice stopped abruptly, Yi Chenye raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, Lan Sui said without changing his face: "You should eat more staple food, you are too thin."

Almost, just say it smoothly.

Yi Chenye's body type is lean and thin, even if he has muscles, he can't be called strong, he can only be said to be thin and powerful.

"Take good care of your own body first." Yi Chenye said, "Don't faint from hypoglycemia someday."

"That's my fault." Lan Sui said, "That day won't happen."

Yi Chenye didn't dislike the environment here, it could even be called a kind of complacency, Lan Sui's glasses were put in Yi Chenye's pocket, Lan Sui forgot, and Yi Chenye didn't mention it.

Yi Chenye inadvertently mentioned the incident where the picture frame fell earlier: "At that moment——what did you pull me for?"

"If you don't pull you, the picture frame will hit your head." Lan Sui said.

"I can dodge."

"But you didn't hide."

Because just as he wanted to hide, Lan Sui pulled him over.

"Even if I get hit, I won't be as troublesome as you to deal with the wound."

"..."

He said something, and Yi Chenye retorted, Lan Sui laughed, raised his brows lightly, and said, "Maybe... I don't want you to be in pain."

Yi Chenye froze for a moment, inexplicably recalling the dream of Lan Sui last time.

He stroked the spot on the back of his hand that had been burned by cigarette butts.

He glanced at Lan Sui's arm, just now when Lan Sui rolled up his sleeves for the doctor to treat the wound, he took a look, there was no sign of being bitten on it.

When the scallion oil noodles were served on the table, Lan Sui took out the disposable chopsticks, broke them and handed them to Yi Chenye, and then took another pair for herself.

"Can I trust you?" Yi Chenye asked.

Lan Sui paused for a moment while stirring the noodles: "You can try to choose, trust me."

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Lan Sui finished dealing with the company's affairs and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He locked the doors and windows as a precaution, but when he came out, he found that nothing had been locked.

Yi Chenye was sitting on his bed in his pajamas, flipping through the composition he had put on the bedside, with a full anti-client attitude, Lan Sui paused as he wiped his hair, and hung the towel around his neck, his wet hair was smooth dripped on the towel.

"Come and sit." Yi Chenye patted the side of the bed.

"It's not an agreement, I won't come tonight." Lan Sui said.

Yi Chenye: "That's what you said."

Lan Sui came, and he threw the composition aside without interest.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

Lan Sui was expressionless: "I'm so happy."

With a sweet smile on Yi Chenye's face, he got up and walked over to him.

Lan Sui: "The demons who harvest yin and replenish yang are not as unrestrained as you."

Yi Chenye: "I'm not a demon."

He washed his hair and took a bath, his light brown hair fell softly on his forehead, his facial features were gentle and deep, with a western style, but also in line with the delicacy of the oriental aesthetic, under the tall bridge of the nose, the thin lips slightly raised , with clear joints on the back of his hand, lying on his side on the bed, it looks like he is tempting someone to eat him.

Lan Sui pursed her lower lip.

"How did you get in?"

"you guess."

Lan Sui scanned around, the windows were still closed, he shouldn't have missed Yi Chenye's opening the door, he paused, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the full-length mirror in his room, he turned his head to look over .

"Guess it?" Yi Chenye asked.

Lan Sui walked to the mirror and saw that the position of the mirror seemed to be different from usual. Yi Chenye appeared behind him.

He raised his hand to touch the mirror, and immediately realized something was wrong.

Mirrors are double-sided mirrors.

The weird moment I felt when I first came to this world was explained.

The palm with well-defined knuckles was pressed against the mirror and did not move.

"This is the door." Yi Chenye grabbed his wrist from behind, accompanied by Yi Chenye's unique breath, "Isn't it hurt...I'll lick it for you."

He licked his lips, "You should thank me well."