He's super cute

Chapter 20 Didn't You Go On A Hunger Strike?

"You continue to torment like this." Qi Caichuan finished hanging the bottle on the weak lump on the bed, straightened up and sighed, "He won't live long."

He was about to become Yu Xiaoque's exclusive doctor, and he was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night in a hurry.

Sure enough, the little Canary was lying on the bed miserable again, his wounds all over his body were inflamed, and he was burnt and confused.

The small thin wrist seemed to be broken when it was folded, and it was so weak that it was hanging on its breath.

But how many times have they tossed people into such a miserable state.

The man remained silent, propped his forehead and closed his eyes to rest.

"You might as well let him go." Qi Caichuan picked out a few more boxes of medicine and put them on the table, "He's not that person, why do you have to drag an innocent person to torment."

"He's innocent?" Jiang Yan seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and couldn't help laughing briefly, "You see, you were also deceived by him."

"He is a person who always puts on an air and puts on a pure appearance to make people hurt."

He leaned down, and gently stroked the bloodless face of the little canary with his slender fingers, and finally stopped and rubbed at the fragile neck for a while, the man's long and narrow eyes bent, "I didn't know when I bit you .”

"Little white-eyed wolf."

"Have you not seen a psychiatrist for a long time?" Qi Caichuan rolled his golden eyes and said calmly, "Your condition is not right."

"I have my share." Jiang Yan sat casually on the bed, stroking Yu Xiaoque's soft long hair.

"If you were sensible, you wouldn't just throw him in the rain and ignore him overnight." Qi Caichuan took two steps forward, pointed at the person on the bed, and whispered, "Can't he bear you? is that clear?"

"If it wasn't for you that he gave birth to a child, he wouldn't be so weak."

"I don't know how much you hate, but he doesn't know anything. Do you have to kill him to be comfortable?"

Yu Xiaoque rubbed against the soft pillow, her eyelids seemed to be sewn up by someone, and she couldn't open them no matter what.

It was like hearing someone arguing.

What do you hate?

Yu Xiaoque pursed her mouth, shrunk herself even more aggrieved.

Does sir hate me?

why?I'm already so good.

Sir, please don't hate me.

Obviously I like Mr. so much that I can die.

After a while, the man's deep voice sounded, he was playing with Yu Xiaoque's fingers, he was clearly so close, but the words he said made people shudder.

"How could I let him die so easily?"

I want him to live well, not to live, not to die.

#Yu Xiaoque leaned sleepily on the head of the bed, her lips were light-colored, the sun hit his face, like a delicate porcelain puppet, her brows were slightly frowned, and it would shatter when touched.

He didn't read any comic books, grabbed the quilt, his eyes were out of focus, and stared at one place in a daze.

He always remembers to eat but not to beat, no matter how badly he is dealt with, he can regain blood, and he will be alive and kicking after a while.

This time it was different.

But Zhang Ma was in a hurry.

"Eat something." Mama Zhang set up a table on the bed, coaxing the wilting little gentleman in a warm voice, "I haven't eaten all day, how can my body hold it up?"

Yu Xiaoque pursed her dry lips, shook her head slowly, without any energy.

"Mother Zhang knows that you feel uncomfortable..." Mama Zhang's eyes were slightly red, and she turned away secretly to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Don't ruin your body."

Yu Xiaoque moved her black eyes slightly, and her lips moved as well. She wanted to say something, but swallowed it again.

He tightly clutched the corner of the quilt with his little hands, lowered his head, and a few drops of something immediately fell on the quilt.

"Sir..." His voice was not clear anymore, but a little hoarse, "Why does he hate me?"

He intentionally avoided the word hate, it was too heavy, so heavy that just thinking about it made him feel pain like needles, as if he fell into some bottomless abyss.

"Good boy..." Zhang Ma put down the soup bowl and wiped his tears frantically, "Why does Mr. hate you? How cute are you?"

"He doesn't just hate me..." Yu Xiaoque scratched her heart and lungs sadly when she thought of that word, shook her head, slurred her mouth, and repeated persistently, "Why...why..."

Like a child who can't find the answer, there are so many grievances and puzzles in my heart.

Why do you hate me and bring me back?

Why do you hate me and buy me marshmallows?

Why are you being nice to me?

It all boils down to just one problem.

Why do you hate me?

He was really hurt, he was out of breath from crying, and the pain in his body was nothing. He clutched his heart, only to feel that a sharp knife was viciously inserted into it, and the bloody flesh was twisted. Crushed.

"Why are you crying?" The man seemed to have just left work, and he went straight upstairs before he could take off his coat, but his movements were not too fast, elegant and good-looking.

The first time Yu Xiaoque saw him, she stopped crying, opened her mouth with tears in her eyes, and turned her head pettishly.

"It's nothing..." Zhang Ma wanted to cover up for Yu Xiaoque, and changed the subject, "The meal is ready, do you want to eat now?"

"Don't eat?" Who is Jiang Yan, after a few glances, he probably knows what's going on, and with a half-hearted smile, "Hunger strike?"

"No..." Zhang Ma was afraid that Jiang Yan would have another attack, so she hurriedly said, "I'm eating."

Yu Xiaoque burst into tears, clasping her little hands together, fiddling nervously.

"I didn't ask you." Jiang Yan didn't even look at Zhang Ma, but stared at the ball wiping tears on the bed, emphasizing, "Speak, have you eaten today?"

Yu Xiaoque flicked her hair in bewilderment, her wet eyelashes drooped pitifully in clusters, he dared not turn back, and shook his head a little.

"It's promising." Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was calm, "Dare to go on a hunger strike."

"No, no..." Yu Xiaoque whispered softly, "No appetite, no hunger strike..."

"You still have the face to cry if you don't eat." He pinched Yu Xiaoque's cheek and turned him around, wiping away the tears at the end of his eyes, "I'm used to you."

"You go to serve the bowl of soup again," Jiang Yan touched Yu Xiaoque's forehead, and ordered to Zhang Ma again.

He simply sat by the bed and fed Yu Xiaoque with soup.

Yu Xiaoque was quite cooperative at first, even if she lost her appetite, she suppressed her nausea and swallowed in small mouthfuls with lowered eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, it was not enough for Jiang Yan to finish feeding a bowl, so he filled another bowl.

Yu Xiaoque's throat felt nauseous, her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously.

The small mouth was tightly closed, allowing Jiang Yan to hold the spoon without opening it, but refused to drink.

"Drink up." Jiang Yan stirred the soup slowly, as if he was so gentle, "Drink up all the soup today."

"Aren't you on a hunger strike?"