Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 154 The Scorching Sun (53 pages)

Upon hearing this, Qi Xuan's eyes welled up with tears again. He wanted to say something, but he choked up and couldn't speak.

Gu Yao seemed oblivious to the young man's emotional fluctuations. Looking at the bare trees outside the window, his voice drifted away, "Actually, Brother Xuan, you don't need to blame yourself. I'm just... a little... a little... tired, and I just want to... sleep."

Are you upset that I didn't wait for you yesterday? But I was really tired yesterday. Next time, next time I'll definitely wait for Xuan-ge to come back, okay?

The boy's words were carefully chosen, and his voice sounded somewhat aggrieved, as if he didn't understand why his lover was so upset just because he wanted to take a nap.

Qi Xuan felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

Every word the boy said struck him squarely in the heart.

It felt like sharp arrows piercing my heart, only to be spun around several times.

It was an extreme and intense pain, accompanied by a tingling numbness and guilt.

It was as if it wanted to cleave his soul in two.

He eagerly grabbed the boy's hand, seeking some comfort.

Looking into the boy's blank and ignorant eyes, his tone carried a hint of pleading, "A-Yao, from now on, I'll sleep with you, okay?"

Joy filled the boy's eyes, casting a bright light over his lifeless gaze.

"really?"

Gu Yao's voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

It was just a simple word of companionship that made A-Yao so happy.

So many dark and deserted nights.

How did the boy manage to endure it?

I curled up on the not-so-comfortable sofa, waiting for someone who might not even come back.

A thin blanket, a miscellaneous book, and a night lamp.

It was the dark and long night of the boy.

Even as drowsiness crept in, the boy stubbornly refused to leave.

She could only shrink her thin, frail body into a thin blanket for a bit of warmth.

I couldn't sleep well.

Perhaps, while turning over, it will roll onto the living room carpet.

Then, still feeling groggy and sleepy, I got up, looked at the still empty apartment, and silently packed up my disappointment.

again and again.

After turning off the nightlight, I don't know at some point in the long, dark night, I got up and went back to my room.

Continue to face the lonely nights.

Or perhaps, in a state of extreme anxiety, one might remain stiff, curled up in a corner of the sofa, and drift off to sleep until dawn.

Regardless of the type, it represents a young person's high expectations, only to be disappointed time and time again.

Every time I try to seek a little comfort from what should be the closest person, all I get is denial.

The helplessness of a person facing the death of a family member.

Alone, facing each restless, long night.

His A Yao should have been flamboyant and unrestrained, not so cautious.

Is it because if you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed?

Qi Xuan didn't know.

All he knew was that he had to fulfill every promise he made to the boy.

He reached out and gently stroked the boy's sideburns, a smile spreading across his face. "From now on, I will be with A-Yao every night."

Gu Yao's eyes crinkled when he heard the affirmative answer.

He grabbed Qi Xuan's wrist with his uninjured hand, with an unusually strong grip.

It was not the kind of strength a patient could muster.

"Then, Brother Xuan, you can't go back on your word."

Those who break their promises will be punished.

Under the boy's stubborn gaze, the young man nodded slightly.

Gu Yao smiled even more happily.

Qi Xuan looked at the boy in front of him, who seemed to have been injected with life and energy in an instant, and saw the smile on his lips.

It was so vibrant and passionate.

Gu Yao let go of Qi Xuan's hand, her eyes filled with a gentle spring-like light as she looked at him.

The boy's focused yet gentle expression was like a pebble thrown into the lake of Qi Xuan's heart, creating ripples.

Gentle yet persistent.

It carries a lingering aftertaste.

The young man rubbed his earlobe; the temperature under his fingertips was surprisingly high.

I don't know if it was the warmth of the sun or the allure of the young man in front of me.

Gu Yao glanced at the bright red ears, smiled slightly, and pretended not to notice.

The main problem is that I have the will but not the ability.

With his current dilapidated body, the fact that he can only unleash a burst of power is already his limit.

Now that feeling of drowsiness was rising, he felt rather listless.

Qi Xuan coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward. Seeing the boy's tired expression, he reached out to help the boy lie down and gently tucked him in.

"Go to sleep."

The young man's gentle, deep voice fell into Gu Yao's ear, soothing the last unease in his heart.

Under the bright sunshine, feeling the rare warmth of late autumn, even my heart felt a little warmer.

The boy slowly closed his eyes.

As the boy's breathing gradually became lighter and more even, Qi Xuan sat on the edge of the bed. The heart that had been hanging on the edge of a knife gradually settled down with the rise and fall of the boy's chest.

Although he survived this ordeal, at least his A Yao is still alive.

She couldn't bring herself to leave him.

For Qi Xuan, this was already the best possible outcome.

Sunlight streamed onto the bedside and onto the young man, who lay peacefully asleep.

Warm and bright, peaceful and serene.

It is a time of peace and tranquility.

***

Nearly five months have passed since that incident.

The season has also shifted from late autumn to early summer.

In those five months, the skill Qi Xuan mastered the fastest was bandaging.

The boy would always "accidentally" hurt himself when he wasn't paying attention, and then look at himself cautiously with a helpless apology.

Qi Xuan didn't want to, and couldn't bear to, be harsh on him.

He knew that his Ah Yao was ill.

The boy seemed to have lost awareness of these behaviors.

They tried to use physical pain to cover up their mental illness.

Over time, he realized that the boy was probably trying to get his attention this way.

At first, when he bandaged the boy's wound, the boy was still timid and reluctant to see the ugly wound.

Want to leave the best impression on your lover.

But gradually, the boy would reach out to her and present her with the carefully cut wound.

He was trying to get his own attention in his clumsy way.

Even just a band-aid can make a boy happy for a long time.

Qi Xuan did not strictly forbid the boy from doing anything.

He knew that his Ah Yao could not withstand the slightest provocation.

However, every time she bandaged the boy's wounds, she would show a sad and distressed expression.

She spoke softly to the boy about her sadness.

He knew that the boy cared about him.

It is precisely because she cares about him that she uses this method, which seems incredibly stupid to most people, to attract her lover's attention during his "busy" work.

Therefore, he chose to use himself as a shackle to make the boy put down the "knife" in his hand that was hurting his body.

Gradually, the boy reduced the number of times he "accidentally" did this.

Every time I'm about to take action, I look at myself, with obvious hesitation.

Finally, completely lower the raised hand.

Qi Xuan knew that he had ultimately won this game.

They won because of the boy's complete favoritism.

Gu Yao's condition is slowly improving.