Chapter 79: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (79)
“Don’t touch me—”
Shen Tangqing abruptly propped himself up, but was pushed back onto the bed by Li Qiulan. The mattress sank, carrying the crisp yet oppressive scent of Li Qiulan, wrapping around him until he could barely breathe.
“Li Qiulan, don’t force me to hate you…” He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.
Li Qiulan’s movements froze abruptly. After a moment of silence, Li Qiulan reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.
“Brother, hate me then. Hate lasts longer than love.”
(omitted)
…
As soon as Shen Tangqing moved, Li Qiulan woke up.
The memories of last night flooded into Shen Tangqing’s mind like an overwhelming sea. He sat up abruptly, eyebrows knitted into a knot. The next second, his face was so dark it could drip water.
“Brother is awake?”
Li Qiulan opened his eyes and sat up as well. Before he could react, Shen Tangqing suddenly reached out and choked him.
Li Qiulan fell back onto the bed. Shen Tangqing flipped over and straddled Li Qiulan, his right hand gripping his neck, fingers tightening.
“Li Qiulan, how dare you f*cking touch me.”
Thinking of the scene last night, a massive rage almost burned Shen Tangqing’s reason to ashes. How dare this idiot…
Li Qiulan looked very calm, secretly sighing in his heart: Brother is really strong.
His lips were still broken, and his left cheek was slightly swollen, but he didn’t look wretched; instead, he aroused pity. Unfortunately, Shen Tangqing was now full of disgust for this face.
Li Qiulan could feel his breathing becoming difficult, the air in his lungs getting thinner. His Adam’s apple rolled slightly. He didn’t speak. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Shen Tangqing’s waist.
The warm touch from the palm made Shen Tangqing stiffen for a moment. His face became even uglier, and the strength in his hand increased.
“Li Qiulan, do you really want to die?”
The suffocating lack of oxygen caused a thin flush to rise on Li Qiulan’s face, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he used his fingertips to gently rub the small of Shen Tangqing’s back.
“To die in Brother’s hands, I am very happy.”
Li Qiulan spoke with difficulty, his voice extremely hoarse.
Shen Tangqing’s hand froze. He couldn’t really kill Li Qiulan; killing was illegal. But—beating people up was fine.
“Stinking hooligan…”
“Dead pervert…”
“I’ll f*cking teach you to bully me…”
Shen Tangqing’s fists landed on Li Qiulan’s body, face… The anger and grievance in his heart were all vented at this moment. Although he wasn’t drugged today, his body felt hollowed out. After all, Shen Tangqing had fainted directly at the end last night. The punches landing on Li Qiulan didn’t carry much strength.
Li Qiulan said nothing, silently letting Shen Tangqing vent the anger in his heart.
It wasn’t until Shen Tangqing was tired of hitting and stopped, panting, that he climbed up from the bed. Frowning, he pulled Shen Tangqing’s hand over and kissed his knuckles.
“Brother, does your hand hurt?”
Shen Tangqing: …
Σ(д;)
He’s sick… I beat him and he kisses my hand?
Shen Tangqing’s current mood was hard to describe with words. Shock, disgust, and hard to evaluate—in short, very complex.
He snapped back to reality and violently yanked his hand back. Not looking at Li Qiulan again, he got out of bed to go to the bathroom. But as soon as he got off the bed, his foot stepped on—
He slipped and almost fell.
Shen Tangqing: …
Damn it! He must beat this idiot to death today!
He grabbed the sleeping robe from the side, put it on, crawled back onto the bed, and gave Li Qiulan two more punches. If not for having absolutely no strength and feeling very sore and weak, he would have beaten Li Qiulan until his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.
After Shen Tangqing slammed the bathroom door shut, Li Qiulan slowly propped himself up against the headboard. He put on his sleeping robe, then moved sluggishly to pick up everything on the floor and throw it into the trash can.
His wheelchair wasn’t in the room. After tidying up, he sat back on the bed, his gaze falling on his legs, his expression somewhat wandering. It wasn’t until the bathroom door opened again that Li Qiulan came back to his senses.
…
Shen Tangqing ignored him and lay back on the bed on his own, turning sideways to leave only his back to Li Qiulan.
Li Qiulan stared at the back of his head for a long while before slowly standing up and walking toward the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror. After a moment, he raised his hand to touch his lip; the wound there had already scabbed over. The wound at the corner of his mouth had also formed a blood scab.
He rubbed this still faintly aching wound expressionlessly. But thinking of the origin of this wound—
The next second, he ground heavily on the wound…
The coagulated wound burst open instantly. Fresh blood flowed down his lip, dripping drop by drop from his chin onto the sink, blooming into dark red flowers. And his whole face appeared exceptionally bewitching due to this wound, revealing a trace of eeriness.
He gazed at his wounded face in the mirror, strange light appearing in his eyes, as if indulging in some pleasure of self-torture…
…
After a long time, Li Qiulan came out of the bathroom. The lip was no longer bleeding, but the wound looked somewhat狰狞 (hideous), forcefully destroying the aesthetic of the whole face.
He walked to the bedside, his gaze falling on the small mound in the middle of the bed. After a few seconds, he spoke slowly, his voice extremely soft.
“Brother, my lip hurts…”
His voice carried a deliberate weakness, and his eyes were red, seeming aggrieved to the extreme; even the ends of his eyes were dyed with a tinge of crimson. His thick lashes drooped, looking extremely pitiful.
Thinking of the origin of the wound on Li Qiulan’s mouth, Shen Tangqing couldn’t help but feel annoyed. He should have just bitten him to death.
He lifted his eyelids to glance at Li Qiulan. Seeing that pitiful appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then annoyance surged again.
Pretender. He can really f*cking pretend—
“Stick your face out here, I’ll give you two slaps to make it hurt more…”
Li Qiulan climbed onto the bed, crawling until he stopped in front of Shen Tangqing. He reached out to take Shen Tangqing’s hand. Shen Tangqing resisted subconsciously, but was firmly restrained by Li Qiulan and couldn’t break free.
“Let go of me…”
Li Qiulan placed Shen Tangqing’s palm on his own cheek.
“Brother is really—so heartless.”
After speaking, he guided Shen Tangqing’s hand slowly toward his lips, making his fingertip jab violently into the wound.
In an instant, the wound split open again, dripping with blood—
Shen Tangqing looked at him, stunned for a moment. Li Qiulan seemed completely unaware, not even moving a brow, just gazing at Shen Tangqing. His voice trembled with crazy obsession.
“But, Brother’s heartless appearance fascinates me even more.”
Shen Tangqing: …
This person is definitely crazy.
Li Qiulan seemed to know his thoughts. A second before Shen Tangqing wanted to withdraw his hand, he let go. He turned to grab a wet wipe from the bedside table and slowly helped Shen Tangqing wipe the bloodstains accidentally stained on his fingertips. That serious manner was like the most devout believer.
Blood was still oozing from his lip, dripping down his chin onto Li Qiulan’s sleeping robe drop by drop. Even the bed sheet was accidentally stained with a few drops, blooming into dots of dark red.
Shen Tangqing couldn’t help frowning. He pulled his hand out and spoke impatiently, “You got the sheets dirty, how am I supposed to sleep?”
Li Qiulan paused. After two seconds, he whispered, “Sorry.”
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