In an unnoticed corner, shards of glass were scattered beside the bed, and the liquid inside slowly diffused, gradually permeating the entire room, dispersing out of the window, and melting into the sky.

When Yan Wushu's vision was clear, he saw the walls of the dirty and abandoned medical room gradually distorted. At first he thought it was because he had lost too much blood and his vision was blurred, but as his consciousness became clearer, he found that the room was indeed distorted. Not only that, even the outside of the windowThe world is gradually distorted.

On Roentgen Island, thousands of miles away, Sheng Jingyang felt something, suddenly raised his eyes to look at the sky, and the rest followed closely behind.

Wen Yicheng, who was lying in the homestay and was about to run out of fuel, looked at the sky through the window, first he was astonished, and then he showed a smile that was astonishing, even happy.

Qi Liuqing thought of something and suddenly laughed.

"So that's how it is, the puppet of love and desire, that's what happened." He touched the position of the heart.

Yan Wushu couldn't see this, he was extremely weak, and faced with a world that seemed about to fall apart, he had nothing but fear.

He wanted to escape from here, but he was exhausted. When he tried to get up but fell back, someone hugged him.

Han Ye himself couldn't believe that he would do this, there was nothing good about his body, he was struggling even to move, and yet he was rushing forward to serve as a human cushion.

He didn't want the boy to get hurt, not even a little bit. This idea seemed to be engraved in his DNA, but it made Han Ye so unfamiliar that he was at a loss what to do.

But what made him even more uncomfortable was that the young man didn't want to get in touch with him at all. He struggled to push away almost the moment he realized it was him. He would rather fall on the cold ground with his beautiful white legs covered in dust.regardless of.

The cold night I watched felt heartbroken and longing, longing?what am i longing forHan Ye is going crazy.

Yan Wushu was hurt, and he became sober again, realizing what Han Ye did just now, and felt that the world was magical again.

What's going on, is he twisted too?

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It's over tomorrow, I said

Chapter 96

Both of them seemed to be frightened, and each stepped back a few steps.

Yan Wushu turned his head to look at Han Ye vigilantly, but he didn't expect the other party's expression to be equally bewildered, even a little flustered.

But the more important problem right now is not the cold night, but the gradually distorted world. As long as Yan Wushu has rested in place, he has observed for as long as possible, and found that except for the space they are in, the outside space seems to be distorted and turned into chaosup.

If this is the end of the world...

Why do have to stay with such a pervert at this time, want to cry just thinking about it.

Han Ye, who noticed that Yan Wushu was crying, felt restless again, and couldn't help but approach him to comfort him.

Aware of this thought, he leaned over obediently while cursing hell.

"What are you doing? Go away!" The world is over, and Yan Wushu focuses on his true self.

For some reason, the disgusted Han Ye felt both familiar and helpless, as if this kind of scene had happened before.

The wound opened with the movement, and Han Ye's lips turned white after losing too much blood, and he almost fell down.

Thinking that he hurt him, Yan Wushu subconsciously panicked and supported him: "How are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, he thought that this man was a heinous villain, and death would be good for everyone.

However, it didn't matter if they were going to die together anyway, so Yan Wushu helped him to lean against the wall.

There was a strange feeling in Han Ye's heart again, familiar and warm.

The distortion spread, and the edges of the room began to blur.

Yan Wushu couldn't hold back, tears fell down patter.

It landed on the back of Han Ye's hand, and the strange emotion in his chest that he had never felt before broke through his defenses.

Suddenly, it made him dizzy and his heart beat wildly.

Why?

The past flashed in front of his eyes, unbelievably, he recalled all the details about Yan Wushu, it was strange, he thought he had never noticed these details, but these details were so clear that they seemed to reappear yesterday, the way he looked at himself, he wasThe subtle reaction when I touched him, the angry or angry words he said, and finally returned to the figure on the watchtower when we first met.

At that time, he thought it was the blood attraction from fate, but now he thought it was not at all, what he wanted was never his blood, but this person.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Wushu finally noticed Han Ye's abnormality at this moment.

But he didn't wait until he got back, at the last second when the world was twisted, he vaguely saw Han Ye's lips opening and closing, as if he was saying something, judging by the shape of his mouth, will he...see you again?

Consciousness annihilated.

Soft and warm light...like at home, there is a night light in Yan Wushu's room, the color is a little different from the ones on the market, this color.

Realizing that he was not dead yet, Yan Wushu stood up in surprise, but met a pair of deep eyes.

"Mr. Yue?"

Looking around, he recognized that this was the president's office.

"Falling asleep at the workstation, you can't wake up no matter how you call, is this how you work as an employee?" familiar sarcasm.

Seeing that he didn't respond: "Are you sleepy? Why don't you talk, and then hold it like this—"

It came to an abrupt end, caught off guard, and he heard the boy's unreserved cry.

The man paused for a moment, then hugged the boy back slowly and cherishingly.

When Yan Wushu was almost done venting, the man took a paper from the table and handed it to him, and slowly backed away, maintaining a polite and restrained distance.

Yan Wushu apologized while wiping.

"I had a very long and clear nightmare. In the dream, I was bullied by a group of bad people. They were good and bad. They were so hateful. I couldn't hold back when I woke up... I'm sorry, Yue Zong, I shouldn't be sleeping on the work stationI'm falling asleep, I don't know why."

The man was silent for a while.

"How horrible?"

"Huh?" This question was beyond Yan Wushu's expectations, but he still tried his best to describe it: "It's just...very, very hateful."

"You hate them."

"Of course I hate it!" Yan Wushu didn't hesitate.

So he saw Yue Zong's expression dimmed for a moment, Yan Wushu was surprised, but saw that the other party had returned to normal.

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