[BL, MTL] The Delicate Beauty Gets Hounded by the Paranoid (Quick Wear)

Chapter 31: Beauty and the Beast (5)

"..."

Thewaves of rain washed down and dripped on the umbrella surface, making a splashing sound, sparingly knocking on the bottom of Song Yanchen's heart, his fingers trembling in embarrassment and hopelessness, as if stuck in his throat, he didn't say anything for a long time Say a word.

The two of them hugged each other in an extremely ambiguous and charming posture on the side of the road where people come and go, under the umbrella, like a pair of perfectly matched lovers.

And the wet and cold touch on his neck stimulated Song Yanchen's nerves again and again, his body jolted, and he was pulled back from the trance dream to the cruel reality.

"Let me go!"

Finally, Song Yanchen couldn't hold back at all, and belatedly pushed the other party away. The movement was so big, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he broke free from the other party's arms and pulled away again. Half a meter away.

"......"

"......"

Song Yanchen stood alone in the rain, raindrops dripped from his fine eyelashes, mixed with his tears, and fell unconsciously. Time couldn't tell whether the water stains on his face were tears or water.

who are you? Did you kill those two men? What is the purpose of your approaching me? Do you want to kill me too? ......

Song Yanchen seemed to have countless questions in his mind constantly circling and intertwining. Fear, fear, suffocation and other invisible emotions rushed towards him like merciless rain.

And...

Song Yanchen covered his neck, his hands were trembling.

Why did you kiss his neck just now...

This is too ambiguous... The

boy noticed Song Yanchen's broken emotions, frowned slightly, loosened the hand holding the umbrella slightly, stretched out his right hand, and lifted the umbrella over The top of Song Yanchen's head blocked the annoying rain.

The pattering raindrops fell on the boy's head, staining his unattractive face, but his expression still looked so calm.

Song Yanchen looked at the other party in a daze, as if the person in front of him had returned to his familiar appearance.

The green light starts counting down and turns red immediately.

After only being absent-minded for a moment, Song Yanchen woke up suddenly. Fear overcame his emotions. Without any hesitation, he threw away the umbrella stretched out by the other party. The umbrella fell to the ground and was thrown to the side of the road.

At this moment, Song Yanchen was like a refugee fleeing for his life, fleeing towards the opposite side of the road in a panic and crazily, without an umbrella or a schoolbag, the whole person was running wildly in the heavy rain, as if there was an abyss behind him, Only by running forward desperately can he escape.

Help...

Help...

Song Yanchen shouted silently in his heart, running faster and faster, not daring to turn his head back, his ups and downs were like a flat boat, causing him to keep ups and downs with the wind.

Until Song Yanchen ran far away, the boy kept the same movement, frozen in place as if in a daze, the heavy rain soaked his whole body and hit his skin.

The wind also blew the wet hair on his forehead.

Occasionally, a classmate passing by accidentally caught sight of his ferocious and terrifying face, and was so frightened that he let out a sharp and miserable scream, and almost fell to his knees.

The boy turned a deaf ear the whole time, his expression remained unchanged, and everything around him was automatically blocked from the world by him.

He picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned his head slowly, and looked in the direction Song Yanchen left. His deep and dark eyes made it impossible to see what kind of emotions were hidden inside.

Ran......

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so cold .....

Song Yanchen ran wildly in the heavy rain, the rain completely wetted his whole body, and the ice made him tremble uncontrollably.

After making sure no one was following him, Song Yanchen couldn't control his emotions anymore, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees, completely exhausted and exhausted.

He didn't ask the other party himself in the end, seeking the truth.

Isn't it always said in TV dramas that the more you know, the easier it is to be killed?

The more he thought about it, the more scared Song Yanchen became. He couldn't help covering his face, letting his emotions vent at this moment and shed tears.

......

"Look! It's that ugly accomplice!"

Song Yanchen covered his face and sat on the ground, while the voices of other people talking suddenly sounded above his head.

Song Yanchen was startled when he heard the voice, and suddenly looked up to meet three familiar faces.

"..." Song Yanchen's whole body was stiff, the blood on his face faded, and he was about to get up almost subconsciously.

But before he could stand up, the other party grabbed Song Yanchen by the collar, like lifting a broken puppet, and lifted Song Yanchen from the ground with ease.

Song Yanchen's red lips opened and closed, his breath was panting, and the cold completely hit his whole body, flowing through his limbs and bones.

"you......"

But obviously, the mental state of these three people is not good, their eyes are filled with a lot of red blood, and their eyes are all black and blue, as if they have been hollowed out, they look like evil spirits, and their expressions are slightly grim.

The man who was holding Song Yanchen tightly had a cropped head, his expression was low, his voice was hoarse, and he looked fierce as if he wanted to swallow Song Yanchen alive, "Say! What does that ugly monster have to do with you! Is he a human or a ghost!"

Song Yanchen was asked Blinded, the damp hair stuck to his eye sockets, making him almost unable to see the face of the person in front of him clearly, and his brain didn't even have time to digest the large amount of information contained in the dialogue.

But Song Yanchen's expression obviously angered the three boys. The burly man with a tattoo on his neck grabbed Song Yanchen's neck, and almost dragged him to the alley next to him.

Help, help...

Song Yanchen's pupils were dilated, and his brain was invaded by the overwhelming suffocation. His legs were dangling in the air, his hands kept swinging, trying to break free, but all movements were nothing more than scratches to the other party. Overwhelmed.

The students who occasionally passed by were also stared wide-eyed by this scene. They were afraid of getting into trouble, and hurriedly quickened their pace, pretending to ignore it.

Song Yanchen stretched out his hand, wanting to call for help, but he couldn't make any sound. Tears of pain flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a moan of suffocation leaked from his mouth. The blood in his whole body was flowing at a high speed at this moment.

Help.....

someone help me...

just after dragging him to the alley, the tattooed man slammed him on the ground, or maybe he felt confused and stepped on Song Yanchen On the weak stomach.

Song Yanchen let out a muffled sound, the pain made his tailbone tremble uncontrollably, he covered his stomach, his facial features were so painful that they were about to twist together.

It hurts...

The inch-headed man grabbed the stick at the side and slowly approached Song Yanchen step by step, his eyes were scarlet, with an undisguised killing intent, "Hurry up! Don't say we killed you!"

Song Yanchen Suppressing the stabbing pain, put his hands on the ground, and tried hard to get up, but the huge pain in his abdomen made him lose all his fighting power. He was short of breath, sucked in oxygen, and his despair was like a tornado eating away bit by bit. Song Yanchen's consciousness.

He didn't know what the other party was talking about. What is a human and a ghost?

Song Yanchen was so anxious that tears flowed down his throat, as if his throat had been cut by something sharp, he lost the ability to express himself, and could only pant like a fish lacking oxygen.

Seeing the guy who was still stubborn when he was about to die, the three of them were completely enraged. They surrounded Song Yanchen in a condescending circle, and were about to start beating him.

But before the inch-headed man hit Song Yanchen with a wooden stick, his eyes widened suddenly, and someone grabbed his neck and swung him up from the ground with one hand.

The boy suddenly appeared behind the inch-cut man, his eyes were gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dark coldness, radiating cold air, he easily lifted him up with one hand, like a lion whose territory had been violated, his facial features were twisted together , his eyes were scarlet, as if blood and tears would flow in the next second.

The pupils of the other two accomplices trembled, and they took a step back almost at the same time, with panic and fear written all over their faces, they almost fell to the ground again.

The boy looked at Song Yanchen, who was half lying on the ground, letting the rain wash away, almost half dead, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes became colder and colder.

He slowly turned his neck, making a bone-crushing sound of 'cracking', as if he was flexing his muscles and bones to make it easier to do it later.

The boy sneered, and his lips slowly approached the trash's ear, listening to the pain and pleading from the other party's mouth, his eyes showed no pity, his throat seemed to contain fine sand, hoarse and low, "... .Is it not good to live?..."

".....Why are you so anxious to die?..."

The inch-cut man's pupils trembled more and more, and his face flushed because of the strong suffocation. His lungs contracted, his calf lifted off the ground, his tendons twitched, his tongue came out of his mouth, and he died in almost a second. To die.

The boy's expression was like a viper strangling its prey, and the muscles on his face were stretched into cold and sharp lines.

Rainwater hit Song Yanchen's eyes, making his eyes dim.

Song Yanchen seemed to have realized something, the remaining consciousness was tugging at the string called reason in his skull, his body was trembling, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the boy's trousers, crying like a sob call.

"...No, don't..." You will kill him...

Song Yanchen almost squeezed out the broken words from his throat, and tears followed.

Murder is against the law... The

boy's eyes changed slightly when he heard Song Yanchen's faint cries, and the strength in his hand also gradually loosened.

The inch-cut man fell to the ground in response, and was thrown away like being thrown garbage, his back hit the wall, moaning in pain, his tailbone made a sound of 'Kaz', and broke completely.

The boy knelt on the ground, hugged Song Yanchen, pressed him tightly into his arms, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "...I'm sorry...I'm late..."

The two people next to him immediately saw the wind Using the rudder, he quickly grabbed the inch-cropped man who was dying on the ground, and dragged him away from the scene as quickly as possible, as if he was afraid of being settled.

The boy's eyes were cold and cold, and he looked sideways, looking in the direction where the three of them were fleeing, with a flash of scarlet in his eyes.

From the boy's point of view, he could clearly see that the three of them were covered by a mysterious black mist, lingering, bad luck, like gluttons constantly gnawing on their incense,--- -----The color of blood light.

hehe......

The boy's eyes were like a sharp knife, trying to stab the three of them to death.

Song Yanchen was half lying in the boy's arms, his shoulder blades were slightly arched, he was shockingly white, and he was bony and beautiful, with a slender waist that couldn't be grasped.

He raised his head with difficulty, his breathing was still a little short, he was as docile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, his consciousness was as confused as a swamp, his eyes were wet, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Before he could speak, the boy suddenly bent down, hugged Song Yanchen's flexible waist, and kissed Song Yanchen's lips with a sullen face.

Like a very hungry eater prying open an oyster with his mouth and sucking vigorously.

Song Yanchen was defenseless, his pupils were dilated, he tilted his head back, and tried hard to push the other person's chest with his hands, but he was still pressed hard in his arms, and he passively endured this stormy kiss.

Song Yanchen closed his eyes and then opened them again, a small sound came out of his mouth, provoking him to clenched his toes unconsciously, and a blush of passion also appeared on his pale face.

Like falling into a cloud, like facing an abyss, Song Yanchen trembled uncontrollably.

The rain was still dripping crazily, hitting the backs of the two of them, soaking their bodies, Song Yanchen could only flap his legs like a dehydrated fish.

The kiss was very long, so long that Song Yanchen felt that he would faint from suffocation in the next second.

After a long time, the boy finally let go of Song Yanchen, and a smear of silver was pulled out from the corners of their mouths.

"You..."

Song Yanchen's eyelids also began to blur at this moment, and his thin eyelashes vibrated slightly like the wings of a hummingbird. He couldn't even see the facial features of the boy who was hugging him clearly, and his voice sounded like Humming and chirping.

The boy hugged him horizontally, and Song Yanchen buried his head in the boy's chest without any support.

Song Yanchen, who was half fainted, was like a docile kitten, snuggling tightly in the boy's arms, delicate and fragile, giving people a sense of beauty that he wanted to pity.

The boy silently stared at Song Yanchen in his arms, hugged him tightly, took out his umbrella again, and stood in front of Song Yanchen, walked slowly towards Song Yanchen's home.

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The boy moved very lightly, taking off Song Yanchen's wet Clothes, shoes and socks, slowly put the person back on the bed, and change into clean clothes for the other person slowly.

After changing everything, the boy was about to get up, Song Yanchen seemed to feel something, his brows were slightly frowned, and the tone of his voice also changed into a crying tone.

"...Don't, don't go..." The

boy looked back at him, touched Song Yanchen's hot forehead with his palm, his eyes twinkled slightly, like coaxing a sleepless baby, and gently patted his back, "...I'm not leaving..."

"...I've been here..."

I don't know if what the boy said had an effect, Song Yanchen's originally frowning brows also slowed down. Slow down.

But perhaps because of his lack of security, his hands were still clutching the boy's clothes unconsciously, as if he was afraid that the other party would leave him.

The boy's throat rolled slightly, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable liking and intoxicating emotion.

So cute...

Song Yanchen was lying on the bed in a white shirt, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of yellow halo, like God's most perfect masterpiece, quiet and alluring.

There was a deformity and sickness hidden in the boy's eyes. He stared at Song Yanchen's pale and watery face, and murmured like self-deprecating, "...if only you could always be so good..."

The boy squeezed Song Yanchen's lips and tongue away with two fingers, stuffed the prepared antipyretic medicine into Song Yanchen's mouth, and slowly poured water until Song Yanchen swallowed it completely.

Feeling the warm water flowing in his throat, Song Yanchen opened his mouth unconsciously, his bright red lips moved up and down, and kissed the boy's fingertips.

The boy's fingertips trembled slightly, and there was no particularly obvious fluctuation in his pitch-black eyes, but when he looked carefully, he could see the crazy heat and emotion in his eyes like melting icebergs.

It's really... tempting without knowing it...

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The sunlight outside the window slowly shone into the house, and the beautiful boy lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, the dazzling light shone on his eyes, and he unconsciously moved his hands He covered his eyes.

At this moment, he felt an indescribable tiredness all over his body.

Song Yanchen got up with difficulty, looked at the familiar room, as if he had been drunk, an indescribable sluggishness appeared on his face, and he sat stiffly on the bed.

How did he come back?

Song Yanchen pressed the tingling temple with his hand, trying hard to wake up the memory.

He remembered that he seemed to be kissed forcibly by that person in the rain...

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen was still a little hot all over, his whole body seemed to be soaked in wine, and his face was blush with drunkenness.

And then...

then what happened?

Song Yanchen's legs felt a little weak.

It was at this moment that he suddenly noticed that the clothes on his body were completely different from those he wore yesterday.

Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched slightly, and his heart also missed half a beat.

Who changed his clothes?

Song Yanchen's bright eyes flashed with embarrassment.

Could it be... the

result is imminent.

Song Yanchen fanned himself with his hands a little hot.

But how did that person know where his home was and how did he get in?

Song Yanchen's heart clenched slightly, he lifted the quilt, stepped on the ground barefoot, and wanted to find the answer in the room.

Song Yanchen's pink fingernails were covered in milky white plush, and he kept turning around in the huge room.

That person sent him back, where did that person go?

Turned back and forth in a circle.

Can't find it.

Song Yancen's fine eyelashes trembled silently, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Song Yanchen took a deep breath, tried his best to adjust his emotions, and prepared to go back to school after washing up.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen paused, as if he realized something belatedly, and rummaged through his schoolbag left and right.

Wait, where is his schoolbag?

Song Yanchen felt uncontrollably distressed at the thought of that bag of things being soaked in rainwater.

Finally, Song Yanchen found the schoolbag he almost destroyed in the living room.

He hurriedly opened the zipper, trying to check the wetness of the books inside, but the strange thing was that all the items inside were intact, without even the slightest sign of being wet.

"..."

Song Yanchen's eyelashes trembled slightly.

But before he had time to think about it, he took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag.

He had stranded his mobile phone all night, and received a WeChat message from the girl behind him in the background.

Song Yanchen was slightly stunned, and quickly clicked on the chat page with the other party.

[Wang Shiyu: I asked for you. Although there is no boy named Fu Lu Yuan in the third and fourth classes of our senior high school this year, after my inquiries, I found that there was someone named Fu Lu Yuan in the last senior third and fourth classes. . ]

[Wang Shiyu: His name is written as Fu Luyuan. ]

[Wang Shiyu: He was the number one in science in their class, and has won many provincial and national Olympiad physics awards. ]

[Wang Shiyu: Unfortunately, this boy died in an accidental fire three years ago, so I don't think he is the one you are looking for. 】

At the moment when he saw the information clearly, Song Yanchen seemed to be able to clearly feel the continuous blood in his body, and even his breathing began to gradually become short.

Song Yanchen could clearly feel that his heart skipped a beat again at this moment, as if it had been sniped by something.

Fu Luyuan...

died three years ago? .....