Song Yan raised his head, expressionless, and said extremely indifferently, "You are so busy with your own business, after cleaning the house, you have to take care of my food and drink, and you have to be a nanny after you finish cleaning?"

He leaned lazily on the sofa, as if asking a fatal question to a lowly man.

Yan Zhuo frowned, ignoring the strong discomfort in his heart, and explained: "I said, we are friends, all this is what I want to do for you based on my friend status, I don't think it's nosy. ."

"Heh, friend?" Song Yan sneered at his explanation, "Do you believe it when you say it? I don't know what you're thinking? Do you just want to be my friend or my boyfriend?"

Yan Zhuo didn't want to quarrel with him, especially when Song Yan was in a bad mood and his thoughts were unstable. He suppressed his anger and said calmly, "Since you know it all in your heart, you don't need to ask any more. You can take this as a way for me to satisfy my feelings."

Song Yan said coldly, "But your feelings are a burden to me."

The word "burden" stung Yan Zhuo, his face turned pale with a "swoosh", and a few seconds later he said, feeling very tired, "Then you can treat me as a good deed every day, okay?"

Song Yan smiled half-smile: "I use your pity?"

This is simply vexatious.

This doesn't work, then I can't, nothing works. The emotional building that Yan Zhuo finally piled up suddenly collapsed, and he shouted hoarsely: "Then what do you want from me? How can I explain that you can accept my kindness to you? I bow my head and beg for pity every day like a dog. Turn around with you, beckon, and I will walk towards you, your emotions are my emotions, and I put all my effort into picking you up," he choked out: "You say a burden is a burden, and my feelings are It's worthless, right? So you have to say something ugly to hurt me to be comfortable? You hate me, you can push me away, instead of pushing me on the bed... Then tell me, you, very, anti ,feel."

He almost squeezed the last four words out of his teeth, wishing to leave immediately and stay away from Song Yan, a heartless indifference.

But he was reluctant, he had already come here, he finally warmed up a little, just a little... Song Yan's heart.

He was reluctant to turn back.

After listening to Yan Zhuo roaring these few words, Song Yan's expression remained unchanged, as if it had nothing to do with him how Yan Zhuo collapsed and shouted, but the faint blue veins on his forehead hinted at his turbulent heart at the moment.

He didn't know why, it seemed that he would feel more comfortable only if Yan Zhuo was in pain with him and yelled at him.

It was as if... only then could he feel that he was not the only one struggling in the quagmire... no matter how hard he tried to crawl, he couldn't get out, and finally drowned.

Although this is perverted.

Yan Zhuo closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath, because his voice had just broken, and his voice was a little hoarse. He asked, "What do you want me to do?"

I won't say anything if you want me to dig out my heart, but I'm afraid you won't be rude.

Song Yan slightly lowered his head and said nothing, not answering his words. From Yan Zhuo's point of view, that appearance... a little sad.

When the two sides confront each other, there is always the one who admits defeat.

Thinking of Song Yan's moody temper, Yan Zhuo finally conceded defeat again, he walked over and sat next to Song Yan, put his arms around him, gently stroked his hands behind his back, and began to comfort: "It's alright, it's alright, no matter what happens. Everything will pass."

Song Yan panted heavily, trying her best to hold back her emotions at the moment.

Yan Zhuo felt it and whispered in his ear to comfort him: "You don't have to suppress yourself, I can tolerate all your bad temper."

Holding Song Yan tighter and pressing his head on his shoulders, Yan Zhuo used his whole body to accept the grief of the man in his arms.

I don't know what happened to make you so sad, and if I can empathize with you, but I hope I can accompany you when you are sad, even if it can reduce your sadness by only 0.1%.

The hot breath hit Yan Zhuo's neck, as if something had scorched Yan Zhuo's clothes, causing his heart to ache.

Suddenly, he heard Song Yan whispering: "No cornea, no. At first, it was there, and then it was gone."

Yan Zhuo was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence, and asked, "Why is it gone?"

Song Yan shook his head, opened his mouth and bit his neck lightly with his teeth, but said nothing.

Yan Zhuo didn't dare to question him, so he could only gently pat his back with full of doubts, hoping to give him some comfort.

After a while, Song Yan's mood gradually calmed down. He raised his head from Yan Zhuo's shoulder, and as usual, sat on the sofa with a cold face, as if he had never been vulnerable.

But Yan Zhuo understood that it was just an expression he pretended to be good at concealing himself.

Humans are not gods, so how could the human heart be repaired in such a short period of time?

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the window, and the smell of the flowers spread into the house, adding a touch of sweetness to the dull atmosphere.

And Song Yan said to Yan Zhuo in the sweetness: "You go, I want to be alone."

At this moment, Yan Zhuo felt that he was discarded after being used up. He swallowed and asked hard, "Do you want me to go?"

"right……"

But why do I think you want me to stay? Yan Zhuo didn't answer, he wouldn't let Song Yan stay by himself at this time.

"Are you going?" Song Yan asked, his expression also irritated.

"I can't go," he said.

Song Yan felt absurd and reminded in a cool tone, "This is my home."

Yan Zhuo nodded: "I know."

"I have the right to let you go?"

"I know."

"then you"

Yan Zhuo put his arms around Song Yan's neck and said sadly, "I really can't go."

Song Yan was startled, his whole body stiff.

The sun can melt glaciers, and light can shine into the darkness. So can he give it another try, give it a try...