Through gritted teeth, the man shouted the name of the person who was about to leave. His face was distorted, looking as if he was about to slaughter him.
“Don’t be so fierce.” After putting on his shoes, Yao Qi stored his slippers in the shoe rack and warmly looked at the man, the corners of his mouth raised in a beautiful curve.
The man wordlessly glared at him with his red and bloodshot eyes, looking eerily similar to a ferocious ghost.
Yao Qi did a slight tilt of his head and weighed the situation. It would be very difficult for him to leave if the man didn’t allow him to. After all, the man was very strong and could easily restrain him if he wished to. So he smiled and waved at the man, beckoning him to come over.
Aside from the time when they first met, the man had always been very obedient to him. Yes, very well-behaved, even if he was currently angry, he still did as Yao Qi told him to do.
Regardless of the fact that he was unhappy—raging, even, the man obediently came and stood in front of him.
Yao Qi raised his hand and touched the man’s face. Whenever the man showed his obedience, his heart always sparked with an indescribable feeling of joy.
“Head down,” he commanded.
“…” The man remained silent for a while, then obediently bowed and lowered his head.
Yao Qi kissed the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed his face to his cheek—the temperature of the man’s face was much higher than normal.
“You have a fever,” Yao Qi sighed.
“I’m just going to get you some medicine, I won’t leave you behind.”
“You’re being more impatient than usual.” As he talked, he lifted his hand and blocked the man’s open mouth with his palm, preventing the man from speaking out.
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
Those bloodshot eyes had been enough to frighten Yao Qi into inaction before, but they were all useless now.
“Be good, Ah-Lin,” Yao Qi smiled gently.
Liu Lin moved his lips twice, then raised his hand to grip Yao Qi’s hand before it left his mouth. He looked at him with a frown, asserting his disagreement.
“Ah-Lin, do you want to make me angry?” At last Yao Qi let his smile slip, replaced by a serious expression.
Liu Lin gazed at him unmovingly.
“You don’t want me to give you the silent treatment, do you?” Yao Qi’s voice was still gentle, his tone rising at the end of the sentence as if indicating a happy mood, but his words obviously didn’t hold any good meaning.
Even when he was angry, he always spoke in the same gentle and soft voice.
Coming from someone you cared about, cold violence was even more unbearable than getting beaten.
When the man heard this, the veins on his forehead popped out. His red eyes stared on for a long time, and then, pressing his hand to Yao Qi’s nape, he pulled him over and bent down to bite his neck.
Since the man didn’t exert any force, the sharp teeth against his skin didn’t actually hurt, but it still made all the hair on Yao Qi’s body stand up.
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For Liu Lin, not snapping off his neck with the bite was already a great show of endurance.
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But leaving him untreated was equally impossible. Anyone with a little knowledge knew what the consequences would be if he didn’t take any medicine and let the illness recover on its own.
Yao Qi raised his hand and rubbed Liu Lin’s messy hair.
“Do you have the heart to do it?”
Liu Lin naturally couldn’t bear to bite him.
So he could only compromise with Yao Qi.
This was just how it was, between them.
After letting go of Yao Qi, Liu Lin stopped looking at him and directly sat against the wall on the floor, “One hour.”
Yao Qi, who had opened the door and was about to go out, reflexively asked, “Hm?”
Then he realised what Liu Lin meant, so he immediately smiled and replied with an ‘okay’.
“If you don’t come back in an hour, I’ll kill you.” Once the door was closed, Liu Lin rubbed the knife hidden in his sleeve, lips splitting into a mad grin as he slowly spoke.
It was unclear whether he said that to Yao Qi, who was leaving, or to himself.
Yao Qi certainly wasn’t aware of Liu Lin’s thought, but even if he knew, he wouldn’t have any scruple about it. If he had, he wouldn’t have accepted such a dangerous person as his lover.
Although it was still difficult to predict whether or not Liu Lin would kill him in the end, imprisoning Yao Qi for the rest of his life was something he had a high probability of doing.
After all, Liu Lin was quite tolerant of Yao Qi.
The pharmacy was located just outside of their complex. It was possible to make a round trip within 20 minutes if one were to run, but Liu Lin probably gave him an hour because he wanted to put more trust in Yao Qi.
Yao Qi also wanted Liu Lin to have more faith in him.
He still didn’t know what happened to Liu Lin in the past for him to turn out like that—unable to trust anyone and indifferent to life. For Liu Lin, whether a person died or a bunch of people died made no difference, as both didn’t matter to him.
He was covered in thorns all over his body, making other people unwilling to approach him, let alone show him any kindness. But hidden underneath that shell of thorns was an outrageously soft inside.
Being able to live under Liu Lin’s protection was in fact good luck for Yao Qi.
After he bought the medicine, he made use of the time going to the supermarket to grab some snacks, reaching his house ten minutes before the one-hour time limit.
Hearing the intermittent sound coming from the door, Yao Qi silently smiled and shook his head. He put back the key he had taken out and stood still outside the door, wondering if Liu Lin could continue enduring for an hour.
Thinking about it, despite it being only for an hour, this was the first time they had been separated for so long since he was entangled by Liu Lin.
Previously, it was because Liu Lin didn’t trust Yao Qi, but later, it was due to his possessiveness.
Five minutes later, the noise inside the house grew louder. Yao Qi stuck his ear to the door and carefully distinguished the clattering sound underneath Liu Lin’s recitation of his name, roughly figuring out what was going on.
Should anyone happen to see this action, they would misunderstand and think him vulgar, but Yao Qi couldn’t care less.
He touched the key lying quietly inside his bag, released it, grasped it again, and repeated this several times before finally letting go of the key.
Then he sat down and waited for the time to pass.
At exactly the sixtieth minute, the door was opened from the inside.
“Yao Qi—” When the door opened, these two words were clearly transmitted into the ears of the person Liu Lin was calling for.
“I’m here,” replied Yao Qi softly, looking at the pair of wide-opened yet empty eyes staring straight out the door. With a smile, he waved his hand at the man whose whole body was engulfed in a dark air.
“…” Time seemed to stand still for three seconds before Liu Lin’s eyeballs shifted, gaze slowly moving downward to the man sitting before the door.
“That’s a really scary face you’ve got on, Ah-Lin,” Despite saying that, Yao Qi wasn’t showing even the slightest trace of fear.
“Are you fucking sick?! Huh? Why didn’t you come in when you’ve already returned?! I’m gonna kill you—” Liu Lin roared, ignoring Yao Qi’s words. Just now, he really really wanted to look for Yao Qi, dig out his heart, and eat it bite by bite.
“If it’s the usual Ah Lin, how could he not notice that I’m right outside the door?” Yao Qi stretched out his palm, “Be good, give me your hand.”
After a moment of silence, Liu Lin gave him his right hand.
Yao Qi raised his eyebrows and gently patted it, “Left hand.”
“Come on,” after saying that, Yao Qi thought and added on, “It’s cold sitting on the ground.”
“Get up quickly if you know it’s cold.”
Yao Qi kept his hand outstretched and looked at him with a smile.
“Don’t push it!” Liu Lin irritably pulled back his hand.
“Hm? What do you mean?” Yao Qi was unmoved, continuing to play dumb.
“Tsk.” Liu Lin’s habitual forbearance towards Yao Qi made him finally stretch out his left hand, revealing his conspicuously blood-stained fingers.
Yao Qi held the hand and used it to stand up from the ground. His guess was indeed correct—what he heard just now was the sound of this guy scratching at the floor.
He saw the tragic state of the floor and let out a silent sigh.
“Heh, what do you think?” Liu Lin sneered. To him, this couldn’t even be counted as a wound.
“Does it hurt?” Yao Qi was just as stubborn. He knew that Liu Lin’s whole body was extremely sensitive, so needless to say, his pain perception was definitely also high. The purpose of asking a question he clearly knew the answer to was because he wanted the man to be more honest in front of him.
To be able to candidly tell him everything about himself.
“Your asking makes it hurt!” He wasn’t hurt, no one would care whether or not he was hurting, and he couldn’t care less about this kind of small scratch that would heal on its own if he let it be. But Yao Qi’s gaze pierced through the apex of his heart, making it tremble in unbearable pain.
He just wanted to jump and bite this man’s neck, drinking up all the blood in his body, but he also couldn’t bear to, so he could only stare at him dryly, retreating step by step.
“It’ll stop hurting if I kiss you,” Yao Qi softened his expression, his mood improving. Liu Lin had always been very stubborn; compared to how it was before, it took a lot less time to get him to speak this time. This was a good improvement.
“Stopping the pain with a kiss, do you think you’re a panacea?” Liu Lin was still sulky, so he couldn’t help but to bring out his thorns.
Yao Qi, who understood him well, smiled and went over to kiss his lips.
“—” Liu Lin opened his mouth, stuck speechless for a while before finally giving in, burying his head into the crook of Yao Qi’s neck, “Not anymore.”
Yao Qi was indeed his panacea, but also his arsenic. He could give him a taste of sweetness that made him feel as though he was soaking inside a honey pot, and he could also give him pain to the point he was dying to kill him, making Liu Lin unable to control himself.
How could it stop hurting just like that? While the answer rather amused him, it made Yao Qi feel distressed for Liu Lin.
This man really put him at the top of his heart.
Ah-Lin: *scratching the floor*
Xiao Qi who caught Ah-Lin doing bad things: You ruined the floor of my house, you better pay for it!
Ah-Lin: Wait a second, this is different from what we agreed upon Σ(|||▽|||)
Xiao Qi: Do you still dare to scratch the floor?
Ah-Lin: No… I don’t dare…
Xiao Qi: *patting Ah-Lin’s head* Good boy (plan succeeded)