Chapter 82

is simply crazy.

Li Wenyu clenched his hands to suppress the turmoil in his stomach: "Pei Xin, please stop for a moment. I want to vomit..."

Pei Xin glanced at him coldly: "I'll be there soon."

No, not fast, not a little bit. Neither.

Li Wenyu's violent heartbeat accelerated with the crazy speed of the car. There was nothing in front of him except the spreading rain and rows of trees that seemed to be blown down by the wind in the next second. He could hear nothing but the roaring wind. I can only hold on to the seat belt tightly with my mind blank.

He suddenly recalled the day his parents had an accident. The difference was that the sun was shining brightly and the road was calm and spacious. Even then, the threat of death still lingered.

Li Wenyu looked at Pei Xin's face in a trance, as if he could see the madness that could end everything in his dim and cold pupils.

He wanted to speak, but his chest felt like dizziness was pressing down on him, his lips were stuck together, and he couldn't make a sound.

It wasn't until he entered a familiar road that Li Wenyu felt that Pei Xin had slowed down. The water stains on the car windows slowly faded, and the car drove straight into the underground garage.

The hand that was holding his heart invisibly seemed to finally be loosened. Li Wenyu opened the car door and got out of the car with a pale face. He held on to the car to stand still. He bent over and tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his stomach.

"Are you scared?" The underground garage was empty, and Pei Xin's condescending voice became ethereal.

Li Wenyu raised his eyes. The nearest light source in front of him was mostly blocked by Pei Xin. Against the light, Pei Xin's face was dim and unclear, but the line of sight that looked at Li Wenyu's eyebrows, eyes and lips from top to bottom was unobstructed, making him People's scalp is numb.

He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to face this panic-stricken face. He wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and his hands and feet were cold.

He heard Pei Xin sneer, and the next second he was dragged forward.

The sudden and large forward lean made Li Wenyu almost unable to suppress it and actually spit it out. The bridge of his nose hit Pei Xin's shoulder, and he let out a muffled groan in his painful throat.

Without any strength in his body, he followed Pei Xin upstairs and was thrown on the bed in the master bedroom of the apartment like a puppet.

Pei Xin then pressed forward and put an arm around his waist. His dark eyes lingered in his dull eyes, full of coercion and indifference: "Why don't you speak?"

Li Wenyu's head was so dizzy. There was only a ball of paste. He blinked and regained some energy in his eyes, but his voice was still weak: "What do you want me to say?"

Pei Xin gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me why you didn't wait for me in the building, tell me why you didn't wait for me in the building.

Will appear at Yang Cheng's house and ask why you cook for Yang Cheng! Have you ever cooked for me...? Why do you want to cook for Yang Cheng in exchange for it?" Yu half-closed his eyes and looked at Pei Xin's slightly crazy expression with an expressionless expression. He seemed to be listening very seriously, but also seemed to have let his thoughts drift to an unknown year.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Did I promise you anything? Did I promise you anything? I didn't say I would wait for you in the building, nor did I say I would report to you when I went to my friend's house. I didn't even say I said I wanted to live with you."

"Pei Xin, why are you so dissatisfied when you are in control of everything? You don't even leave me a chance to breathe? This is how you are after so many years. Still like this, won't you... grow up?"

He said these words, but his expression did not change at all, and his face was still pale. Only the two red lips opened and closed, like petals melting in the water.

Pei Xin was silent for a moment, and his dark pupils flickered a little brightly in the room before he could turn on the light. He sneered and said, "You want to say that I'm selfish, right?"

"Yes, aren't you selfish?" Li Wen Yuhao said Looking at him without evading, "You caught me back and held me back in your hands just to turn me into a walking zombie that you can control."

Pei Xin's eyes were cold and resolute: "No, it's not."

"What is that?" Li Wenyu closed his eyes tiredly, his eyelids were thin and red, and his voice faded, "What exactly do you want from me?"

He felt the hands around his waist slowly tighten, and almost Trembling slightly, Li Wenyu heard the ticking sound of the mechanical watch on Pei Xin's left wrist, like a fine needle falling to the ground.

Pei Xin's eyes were like a sea that was about to dry up, half light and half shadow, and his voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth: "I want love, I want a little love."

Li Wenyu's face was finally no longer blank and numb, he wrinkled Frowning, as if he didn't hear clearly or didn't understand why: "...what?"

Pei Xin suddenly relaxed his grip and buried his head in Li Wenyu's neck, feeling Li Wenyu's instantly stiff skin. His tone was slow and he was very sure every word: "I just want you to stay with me."

Li Wenyu's head was dizzy, but he was convinced that Pei Xin was sick.

He was soon out of breath, so he struggled, but Pei Xin's embrace was like cast iron, getting tighter and tighter.

"Don't move." When Pei Xin spoke, his breath spread all over his neck, making it surprisingly hot.

Li Wenyu was so angry that he slapped him on the shoulder: "I can't breathe..."

Pei Xin paused and got off him sideways, but his arms still held him tightly in his arms. Li Wenyu's back was turned to him, so he put his lips on the back of his neck, smelling the scent of him like Xiaobai when he was looking for food. His voice was very soft: "You can do anything you want me to do, except leave. I can do anything."

Li Wenyu's back was stiff and silent, and he made up his mind not to talk to Pei Xin. He sighed exhaustedly, buried half of his face in the pillow and closed his eyes.

Only half of the curtains were drawn on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the dim and messy light cut through the glass windows into many pieces, bright and dark.

Pei Xin heard Li Wenyu's heartbeat and breathing gradually calming down, and reached out to touch his forehead. There was no fever.

The rain outside the house hasn't stopped yet, but the rain is no longer as violent as before, and it hits the windowsill. Xiaobai was walking around in the living room outside the door, his footsteps coming and going.

Li Wenyu's porcelain-white face slowly regained a little color, and it seemed like a red tide caused by heat in her sleep, like hibiscus porcelain that had just been fired, thin, shiny and clean. The white shirt was crumpled in Pei Xin's arms, carrying a soft and sweet fragrance, like the soft and loose smell of sunshine in autumn.

Pei Xin's hand on his forehead slowly slid to his cheek, and he gently unbuttoned the two top buttons of his shirt. Li Wenyu frowned and let out two murmurs as thin as a mosquito's fly.

Pei Xin suddenly felt that his heart was so full that it began to feel sore and swollen.