Ruofeng was slightly startled. Looking at Yanxi's calm face, his heart ached. Did he still hurt him? Was his pride and self-esteem still hurt by him in the end?
"Aren't you tired? A secret that has been hidden for ten years." Yanxi finally raised his head and looked at Ruofeng, with naked hatred in his eyes that almost swept everything, "Qin Ruofeng, you are cruel enough."
"Yanxi..." Ruofeng looked at Yanxi's expression, quickly sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand and explained, "Listen to me, I didn't hide it from you on purpose. Every time I see you feel uncomfortable
When I see the pain of your illness, I wish I could hurt you on your behalf. You won't understand how helpless I feel when I stand beside you."
This was the first time that Ruofeng said what was in his heart in front of Yanxi.
Both of them have a tolerant and silent personality. They hide many words in their hearts, thinking that the other can always understand. They treat each other in their own way, thinking that the other can understand. However, they don't know that they just push the other further and further away.
There is as much love as there is hatred. In this world, love and hate are one and the same, but everyone has forgotten it.
"Have you ever asked me if what you gave me is what I want?" Yanxi propped up his body, his hands trembling slightly. Ruofeng quickly supported him, but he slapped Ruofeng's hand away and reluctantly held on.
He sat up, holding his uncomfortable chest with one hand and panting, stubborn and unwilling.
"Yanxi..." Ruofeng looked at Yanxi nervously. He had never seen him so angry before. Even if he rejected him before, he had never seen him look so angry.
"What I least want to see is Qin Ruofeng forcing himself for me, Qin Ruofeng bearing the cross of conscience for me, Qin Ruofeng torturing himself for me, do you understand?" Yan Xi's pale face surfaced.
Angry red, as if a little excited, breathing harder.
Ruofeng panicked and supported him, letting him lean on her, gently stroking his back skillfully to calm his breathing. Yanxi no longer had the strength to resist. Just a few words had exhausted all the energy in his body.
With so much strength, he could only lie limply in Ruofeng's arms, panting laboriously.
"I know, I know everything you are going to say. But do you know, what I don't want to see the most is that Yanxi forced herself to speed up in order to keep up with my pace, and it was Yanxi who forced herself to speed up in order to make me feel at ease.
Hiding in a corner, coughing and panting, Yanxi was obviously very sad but pretended not to care about his stubborn illness." Ruofeng looked at Yanxi's pale face with distress, and saw that his breathing seemed to calm down with his gentle caress.
After a while, he continued, "For you, even if it takes my life, I am willing to do so, do you understand?"
Time seemed to stop at that moment. Two equally handsome men were leaning against each other. There was no awkwardness at all, but they were as warm as a painting.
"Don't torture me anymore, okay?" Ruofeng laughed at himself softly. The two of them were equally proud and arrogant. The one who always bowed his head first to show weakness was always Ruofeng. This cold-blooded person could make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts even at a glance.
Men only understand what powerlessness means when they meet Yanxi.
"I'm sorry." Yanxi's voice was muffled, as if it was crying. He buried his head in Ruofeng's arms, unwilling to let him see his fragile appearance, who would always arm himself with a cold and cruel mask.
Later, the man learned to apologize for the first time.
A huge explosion sounded, interrupting the two people's love talk. Ruofeng quickly narrowed his eyes, grabbed one side of his coat and put it on Yanxi's body. He picked up the mini computer on the side and put it in Yanxi's hand.
He put Yanxi into his arms, letting almost all his strength hang on his body. He hugged Yanxi tightly with one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket, holding the gun in his pocket tightly, ready to go.
"Let's go quickly." Ruofeng hugged Yanxi tightly and opened the door. What he saw was Jie Ke coming in a hurry, and people running for their lives everywhere.
"What's going on?" Ruofeng protected Yanxi while running towards the emergency elevator with Jieke.
"Someone placed a bomb in the hospital. I don't know if they are terrorists. The police have already arrived. For safety reasons, we should leave here quickly." Jieke walked in front of Ruofeng and pushed away the chairs on the shelf that were lying on the ground.
Let Ruofeng move forward smoothly.
Ruofeng nodded, no matter whether the other party came for them or not, they had to leave here as soon as possible.
Realizing that Yanxi was coughing slightly in his arms, Ruofeng immediately picked up a piece of gauze from the cart nearby and handed it to Yanxi, telling him to cover his mouth and not inhale the air here. There had just been an explosion, and the air was full of
It was dirty and filled with the smell of blood, and Ruofeng was afraid that Yanxi would get sick again.
"I'm fine." Yanxi hugged the notebook tightly in his arms, covered his mouth tightly, and tried to breathe as steadily as possible.
This is a good habit for people like them. If there is an emergency, such as computers or information, if they cannot be taken away, they will be temporarily destroyed and cannot fall into the hands of anyone. These things are confidential documents. If they fall into the hands of the enemy,
In your hands, it is very likely to bring disaster to your own people.
"Be patient." Ruofeng quickened his pace. The safety exit was not far away. He suddenly stopped because he saw Nangong Rou again. The woman who was supposed to be dead was actually standing alive in the safety door.
He walked out and looked at them with a smile, like a poisonous snake spitting soft snakebites. Coldness rose from the bottom of his heart, almost freezing him in place.
Yan Xi raised his head and saw that Nangong Rou was also startled and frowned slightly. He didn't know what went wrong. His shot clearly hit her heart. He was very confident in his shooting skills and would never do it.
Give her any chance of survival.
Now, there is only one reason why she is still alive. The person that day was not Nangong Rou, or the person in front of her was not Nangong Rou.