Song Yu was sweating from the pain, and his forehead was burning hot. After feeling the cold touch, he came back to his senses a little.

He slowly opened his eyes. His light-colored pupils were foggy, and he looked at the person in front of him blankly.

Xie Sui's figure was outlined in the darkness. It was familiar and reassuring.

"Xie Sui," he called softly.

Xie Sui put her cold fingers on his forehead, bent down, and said in a low voice, "Do you have a fever?"

She seemed to be asking softly, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

Song Yu was so sick that he said in a muffled voice, "Yes." But he still protested for himself and said, "We're not going to the hospital." He hated hospitals.

Xie Sui's gaze fell on him.

After a long time, he looked down and said softly, "Okay, we're not going to the hospital. Let's go home first."

Xie Sui bent down, put her arms around Song Yu's waist, and picked him up.

The moment he held her in his arms.

Song Yu was stunned.

The tip of his nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of laundry detergent. Through the clean clothes, his ears were pressed against Xie Sui's chest, and he could clearly hear the sound of her heartbeat.

The darkness and fever made his five senses fall into a contradictory state — sometimes he was dizzy, and sometimes he was magnified and clear.

For example, right now, it was as if a big stone had been thrown into his turbid consciousness. His limbs were numb, and his boiling blood was cold for a second.

Song Yu stretched out his hand to push her, but his whole body was as weak as water. He couldn't push her at all.

Because of his emotional fluctuations, the subsequent exhaustion flooded him like a tide.

He could only grab Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers, like a drowning person.

"Don't. It's embarrassing to hold me. I'll go by myself."

He muttered.

Under his black hair, which was wet with sweat, his ears were white and red, making people want to take a bite.

The rain outside became lighter.

Xie Sui felt that she was holding a hot body, and her heart was burning. The weak voice of the person in her arms stirred her nerves.

But she never knew that Song Yu was the most torturous when he was sick.

Like a wild cat, it refused to retract its claws even when it was sick.

The panic and anger that had been suppressed along the way surfaced in his heart.

His expression was cold, and so was his voice.

"Where are you going?

Crawl back? "

Song Yu had never been so fierce to Xie Sui before. After being stunned for a moment, a fine feeling of grievance welled up in his heart.

It's even more uncomfortable to think that I just said to 008 that I like him.

Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu were soulmates.

What kind of scumbag did he fall in love with?

Song Yu felt terrible. "It's none of your business. I'll walk with my legs."

The moment he opened his mouth, it was a voice that shocked even himself.

Her voice was soft and weak, suffused with a thick sense of grievance and anger, as if she was acting coquettishly.

He had a fever and was angered by himself.

Who was she acting coquettishly to?

Song Yu's fingers clenched his outer clothes even harder. She was so angry that she kept kicking and scratching in his arms a few times.

Xie Sui was stunned for a long time. She felt wronged by his hoarse voice.

All of a sudden, all her emotions were defeated.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the sick boy. Helplessness and heartache finally prevailed.

Xie Sui had liked him for so long and spent so much time with him. Of course, she knew his emotions like the back of her hand.

She helped him tuck his wet black hair behind his ear and said softly, "If you want to walk by yourself, then am I useless?

The plot shouldn't have developed like this. "

Her gentle actions dispelled some of Song Yu's anger.

What plot?

Her head was dizzy and her thoughts were simple. She was confused by his words.

Her ears twitched and she was led away by him.

Xie Sui's voice was gentle in the night with a bewitching power. "The dark and gloomy classroom awakens the male lead of the female lead.

Do you still remember? "

"You were so scared that my heart ached."

"Two people on a stormy day."

Okay, stop talking.

Song Yu wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but he was exhausted.

Xie Sui chuckled. "Director Song."

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Did you arrange for tonight to be the beginning of our love?"

Director Song was speechless.

He couldn't defend himself.

He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms. It was too embarrassing. Only the back of his head and his red and sparkling ears were exposed.

He had completely given up the desire to struggle.

Compared to this, being held in her arms was nothing.

He had to be content in this way.

After he settled down, he fell into a deep sleep in Xie Sui's arms.

Xie Sui took him home, changed his clothes, brewed some fever medicine for him, and fed him mouthful by mouthful.

He didn't know if Song Yu had a simple fever or a relapse of his old illness. He didn't dare to leave him for the whole night. He quietly watched his sleeping face with deep eyes.

Under the table lamp, the young man's face was no longer flushed. It was like thin snow, fragile and pale.

Xie Sui had a very light sleep for a long time in her previous life. Insomnia had become a habit, so now she sat quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.

It was still raining outside, and his thoughts were drawn out.

He thought of the despair that drowned him in the haunted house and the tombstones in the black rain.

"Water …"

Song Yu murmured softly, pulling him back from his thoughts.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and his brows furrowed in pain. He opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse.

Xie Sui got up to get water. When she came back, she held his hand with her fingers. She had never taken care of someone so gently and carefully.

After drinking the water, the burning sensation in his throat was relieved.

Song Yu's brows slowly relaxed. His body was completely weak, but he didn't feel as uncomfortable as he did in the auditorium. His eyelashes slowly raised, and he looked at Xie Sui's side profile in a half-awake state.

The light flowed over her cold white skin, and her eyes were as cold as ever.

The room was comfortable, and the bed was soft, but it wasn't his.

So he took Xie Sui's bed again?

Song Yu's eyelids opened with difficulty, but he closed them again with force.

Fatigue seeped into every inch of his bones. He muttered, "Come up and sleep with me."

Xie Sui was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Does he know what he's saying?

But the night was too gentle, and so was his heart. He gently kissed the young man's closed eyes.

"Okay."

Xie Sui was a person with a strong sense of territory in her previous life. She wanted absolute silence in everything. Even the slightest movement could wake her up, including other people's breathing. Only Song Yu was an exception.

It seemed that when they were young, they also slept on the same bed like this.

The manor, the midsummer night, the cool wind, and the boy's milk fragrance.

After the lights were turned off, the room was silent.

Song Yu's fever seemed to have subsided.

The more it was like this, the more Xie Sui wondered — what was his illness?

"Yu Yu," he called softly.

Song Yu was already asleep.

Xie Sui smiled to himself in the dark. He didn't know what he was smiling about, but he closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.

His memory was elongated. It was vines climbing the mountain, a pitch-black iron gate, a big black dog barking crazily, and the fragrance of the orchard spread for ten miles.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the boy sitting on the iron gate had thin and white legs, and his eyes were clear and bright.

He was panicking and scared. Even if he turned around and begged him to catch him, he could make him depressed with his excellent eloquence.

"Why?"

"I heard that I like you very much?"

"That can be considered a reason."

"Why didn't I know?"

"Ha … Didn't they say that the onlooker can't see clearly?"

The onlooker can't see clearly.

He thought that even in his previous life, he should have liked Song Yu when he was young.

Childhood sweethearts, the first awakening of love.

When they met again after they grew up, it would also be a long-planned and quiet pursuit, but he didn't know … if he succeeded.

The next day was Saturday. Song Yu took the fever medicine and slept until noon. When he woke up, the depression from last night was gone.

He was in good health. The reason why he was so uncomfortable last night was mostly because of that dream.

Just like the dream he lost that night, he felt as uncomfortable as drowning when he woke up.

The pain and anxiety disappeared, but the memory was not erased.

He still remembered the conversation with 008, as well as the memory that made him extremely painful.

The clearest scene was when he stepped on the syringe.

After he woke up, he pulled up his sleeves and looked at his white arms in a daze — so in his previous life, he was killed by someone injecting alcohol?

This thought floated in his mind, and Song Yu's face instantly turned pale.

It was not fear, but confusion.

Who was it?

The warehouse was too dark, and the dream was grotesque. He could only remember the heart-wrenching conversation.

He seemed to have committed the sin of Xie Sui, and his voice sounded like Qin Mo — paranoid and crazy. If he couldn't get someone, he would drag them to hell together?

No wonder he was the character in the book.

He remembered that Xie Sui called him at that time.

In the end, would Xie Sui blame himself for this?

His best childhood friend had suffered because of him.

"Since you're awake, eat something first." Opening the door, Xie Sui walked in and said lightly.

His eyes were handsome, and his voice was as cold as a spring.

Song Yu was stunned. After glancing at him, he immediately lowered his head.

"Oh."

Song Yu now had a headache when he saw him.

Especially after he confessed to 008 yesterday that he liked him a little, he didn't know how to face him.

It was as if there was a breakthrough in his heart, and a bunch of thoughts were born, messing him up.

If it weren't for the artificial retard 008's words, he definitely wouldn't be so confused.

What was a soul mate?

Who was Zhao Ziyu? Could he hurry up and appear?

But this surnamed Zhao was a thorn in his heart, and he couldn't wait to pull it out and bite it off.

Song Yu grabbed his hair a little gloomily, put on his shoes and went to wash up. It wasn't the first time he spent the night at Xie Sui's place. Of course, there was everything.

While brushing his teeth, Song Yu stared at himself in the mirror, thinking about 008's bullshit, "the same proud son of Heaven, the same excellent, the same smart."

His mouth was full of bubbles, and his thoughts were scattered.

But come on, the little handsome guy in the mirror was not excellent and smart?

Why were they a couple?

Because Zhao Ziyu was the chosen one, and he was the one who was punished by Heaven.

Wasn't he also the son of Heaven?

Song Yu pulled down his mouth, and his whole body exuded an irritable aura.

Brushing his teeth numbly, he didn't have any thoughts when he woke up, but he was very confused.

When he sat down at the table.

Only then did he suddenly open his eyes wide, suck in a breath of cold air, gnash his teeth with hatred, and insert his chopsticks into the bowl — —

The one who trapped him in the auditorium last night was also Qin Mo!