&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Chapter 31

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;The blood vessels on one side of the temple are pulling the whole head and it hurts, Xia Shaoqian fell on the sofa, clenched his fist and slammed his forehead: "Headache..."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan panicked, quickly took out the aspirin and poured water, gave Xia Shaoqian a drink, helped him lie down, and rubbed his forehead for him. Xia Shaoqian used to have occasional headaches, but he had never had such a severe attack. Cheng Yan saw that his eyes were closed and his breathing became heavy. He was worried and asked in a low voice while massaging, "Is it better?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Headaches come in waves, and after ten minutes, the pain has eased a lot, but Xia Shaoqian kept his mouth shut.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"Mr. Xia...how is it? It still hurts?" Cheng Yan's voice became more and more anxious, with a bit of guilt.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Xia Shaoqian's nameless fire finally subsided.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan suddenly remembered that his grandfather had had a severe headache before he had a cerebral hemorrhage, and he suddenly became afraid: "Is there a sphygmomanometer? In case the blood pressure is too high..."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Xia Shaoqian suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him: "I don't have high blood pressure!" As soon as he spoke, the second wave of headaches came again, and it felt only worse than before. Seeing that his face was pale and cold, Cheng Yan tried his best to endure, afraid that he would say something to irritate him, so he could only comfort him silently.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;After that, Cheng Yan put a hot compress on him and massaged him for more than an hour before Xia Shaoqian went back to his room and fell asleep.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;When he fell asleep, Cheng Yan just sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, seeing that he was sleeping smoothly, then he left the room and slept on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;When he matched Ouyang Zhiyi a year after graduation, he also broke up with his first love boyfriend a year ago. He was just 23 years old. .

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Ouyang Zhiyi is like his dream, in fact, Ouyang Zhiyi is like everyone's dream.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;At that time, Cheng Yan thought whether Ouyang Zhiyi had a perpetual motion machine, because he always looked radiant, cheerful and enthusiastic. Who doesn't like this kind of person?

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan's first love was also a cheerful person, but he finally left this circle with loss. Ouyang Zhiyi was even more so. Taller, more handsome, more vigorous, in this circle like a duck to water.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;At first Cheng Yan felt that his love for Ouyang had not crossed the line - he could see that Ouyang was straight.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;However, one day, Ouyang said to him privately: "I like that others have special feelings for me, which proves that I am special."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan didn't know how he was aware, but he was flattered. Although he warned himself not to fantasize too much, he couldn't resist Ouyang's ambiguous words and actions from time to time. What cut the apple and gave him half of it with his own hands, what was pulling his lines to the heroine, what was too cold to hold his hand in winter...

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;In less than a month, Cheng Yan collapsed.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Thinking about it now, Ji Rulan, who seems silly now, is probably what she looked like back then. No, Ji Rulan is probably better than herself, she can at least create some smoke in front of reporters and stir up scandals openly.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan has not thought about these past events for a long time.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Some things that happen once are enough to be a lesson.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Finally fell asleep in extreme sleepiness, Cheng Yan felt that he was pushed awake just after closing his eyes.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"Ah..." He opened his eyes and saw Xia Shaoqian staring at him.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"Get up."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan wrapped in a blanket and obediently said, "Is it better?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Xia Shaoqian ignored his question and said, "We haven't finished talking yet."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan then noticed that it was dark, it was still midnight, and he had just fallen asleep. Xia Shaoqian probably had a good night's sleep to refresh himself, so he continued to come to judge him.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan thought he was going to ask Ouyang Zhiyi something, but who knew Xia Shaoqian would take a different approach: "Who did you want to say that Ouyang Zhiyi was like?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan answered honestly: "A college classmate, we lived together for a while, and then we split up."

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&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"What is that person like?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;what. Two eyes and one mouth.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"Ordinary boys are good people."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"How?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"He looks good, he's tall. He has a good personality."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"How good?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;I you.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"It's refreshing and cheerful."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Xia Shaoqian was silent.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;During his silence, Cheng Yan felt that his eyelids were getting heavy, just when he was about to fall asleep again. Xia Shaoqian suddenly leaned up and kissed him. It was as violent as a storm, and he could taste the smell of blood.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;It's not like a kiss. Cheng Yan struggled twice, but could only obey weakly, as if he had been bitten to death.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;After the long kiss, Xia Shaoqian stroked Cheng Yan's hair and said in a low voice, "So, I'm not your type at all?"

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;Cheng Yan said softly: "You are not."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;This straightforward answer seemed to hit Xia Shaoqian, and he stared at Cheng Yan without moving.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"You are unique." Cheng Yan felt a sour heat surging in his chest, his cowardice and hesitation temporarily retreated to the side, and only one kind dominated him - wanting to make Xia Shaoqian is happy.

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"You cannot be classified with anyone else."

&bp;&bp;&bp;&bp;"You are something I have never met before, and no one can replace you if you lose it."