Su Ye's movements were so enthusiastic that they were almost bold. Under the cover of the moonlight, he stretched out his hand to the tall, cold and gloomy figure in front of him.
Careful, light, but also containing indescribable urgency.
"Xi Yu. Xi Yu"
He forgot about it and muttered the name in a low voice. His thin arms had already wrapped around Xi Xi's neck. As expected, he felt the familiar hot temperature coming continuously, making his back tremble.
There are dangers everywhere, but Su Ye doesn't care at all.
There was no movement in Xi Yue's field of vision, but she didn't push him away either. She just allowed Su Ye to trap him in silence, and even leaned over slightly to stabilize Su Ye's movements when Su Ye's figure became unstable.
"That's great."
Su Ye murmured to himself.
His auditory hallucinations are so severe that he often hears sounds that should not exist. For example, hearing the ticking of a clock in an empty room, or hearing a familiar and pleasant greeting when waking up in the morning.
He didn't tell anyone. The only person who was slightly aware of his situation was his mother Su Yun. Su Yun was weak by nature, and she once forced her sick body to tentatively inquire about Su Ye's situation, her calm tone filled with worry that could not be concealed.
But Su Ye didn't tell the truth.
He is not the kind of person who doesn't blush when he lies, and there is no need to lie in most cases. But this was the only thing he kept carefully in his heart, not wanting anyone to know, just like hiding a piece of candy for fear of being coveted and taken away.
This is his only remaining connection with Xi Xing. He can at least rely on this to support himself.
If you don't even have this.
If even this is gone.
Su Ye didn't know what he would become.
So he did not see a doctor, and even refused all well-intentioned temptations, allowing his condition to become more serious, and allowing himself to slip into the edge of boundless consciousness.
Because of this, Xi Xing's voice can be heard again.
But although his auditory hallucinations were severe, they rarely developed into visual hallucinations. This was the first time he saw Xi Xing clearly in a hallucination.
Su Ye had no time to worry about whether he was too ill to make this hallucination so clear, and even the touch was so distinct.
He only knew that Xi Yun was right in front of him, appearing in the corner of his pain again, coming to comfort him.
"That's great." Su Ye repeated it again.
He allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy, but he also knew that the scenes in the fantasy reflected his own deepest desires.
Xi Yun treats him silently and tenderly in this way entirely because he wishes to do so. It is out of his own selfish wishes and has nothing to do with Xi Yuan's own will.
Five years later, Xi Yun would never face him like this. Su Ye warned himself over and over again, and then once again catered to the too vivid and real environment.
Xi Yun in the illusion was still silent. Su Ye had just overcome the suffocation with the help of medicine. He was still panting in small mouths, and at the same time he couldn't wait to speak again, mixed with some dissatisfaction that he was not aware of.
It even sounds like coquettishness.
"Xi Wei, kiss me."
The gloomy figure against the moonlight moved, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at Su Ye, who was lying on his back on the bed, but leaning forward to reach the moonlight.
Su Ye's face was flushed, which was the color caused by the surge of energy and blood caused by the feeling of suffocation.
It should have been an unhealthy complexion, but whether it was because the moonlight was too cold or Su Ye's eyes were too direct, the color became sickly, touching and beautiful.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Su Ye's forehead, sticking to his snow-white skin, like dew, moistening his long light hair, snaking obediently to his forehead, that obedience and Su Ye's movement of hugging the figure same.
"Xi Yu."
Su Ye urged again in a low voice, his eyes became confused, as if he didn't understand why his hallucinations were not driven by him.
The dark figure is getting closer and closer in Su Ye's field of vision, constantly enlarging,
Until Su Ye felt a strand of hair brush against his cheek.
Su Ye got his wish.
He hugged the figure harder, as if he was afraid that this beautiful illusion would be fleeting. He clasped his hands behind the figure's neck, intertwined his fingers, and locked it tightly, like an octopus entangled in a clay pot.
Su Ye didn't care about this.
He didn't want to think about what he usually looked like in the eyes of others, and whether this appearance was too shocking. He just wanted to keep Xi Yun in his illusion, even if it was just for a while.
The back of Su Ye's head was also held down, and the other person's long hair was slightly twisted in the fingertips, making a small sound.
But for a moment, when Su Ye still had more to say, the figure let go of him, as if he didn't want to continue under the dim moonlight.
Su Ye was in a hazy state, and the only thing he could feel was the strong sense of loss and anxiety in his heart.
He fell on the bed and reached out to grab the collar of the figure who was leaning over to lift up the quilt. His slender fingers were fierce. He relied on his own illusion and left his usual gentle demeanor behind. He looked like he was still alive. Her unbearable expression made the mole at the end of her eyebrows even more dazzling.
A layer of heat emanating from deep inside the body appeared in the hollow of his neck, causing Su Ye to sweat again. He twisted restlessly on the bed, trying to get rid of this feeling, and at the same time, he grabbed the figure's five fingers. Didn't let go.
Su Ye's voice was aggrieved, ethereal, and too pleasant to listen to.
"Xi Yu, please pay attention to me."
After saying this, he tried to reach the figure again.
But the figure was only quiet for a moment, without making a sound, and leaned slightly towards Su Ye.
Su Ye saw those beautiful peach blossom eyes under the moonlight. Their eyes were as dark as bottomless pits.
"Su Ye, let go."
Su Ye refused and shook his head, his chaotic voice almost mumbling.
"No."
Those eyes were still looking at Su Ye, frighteningly bright, and there were some emotions hidden in the depths that Su Ye had no time to react to. They stared at Su Ye like this, as if they wanted to see everything about Su Ye.
Su Ye's chest was sore and swollen, and he became more and more confused and aggrieved. His fingertips scratched the collar that was stiff but deformed in his hand.
"It shouldn't be like this. Why are you..." "It shouldn't be like this?"
The slightly magnetic voice seemed deeper.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Su Ye, why do you think this is happening?"
"What are you doing now?"
The figure asked a lot of questions in succession, and his tone unexpectedly sounded calm, as if he had no emotions.
Every time he asked a question, Su Ye loosened his fingers a little.
In the end, Su Ye completely let go of his hand, hanging in front of him like a broken thread.
"Yeah, why is this happening."
Su Ye's eyes began to blur, and tears welled up in his eyes. He stopped just when he was about to cross the line, making his eyes wet, like a child who couldn't distinguish the situation.
He didn't bother Xi Wei anymore.
Even Xi Yun in the illusion repeatedly reminded Su Ye how he had treated the past five years.
Su Ye looked at the ceiling, where there were sparse and slanting shadows from the treetops under the moon, floating lightly, like his unclear and endless thoughts.
He was extremely timid and ashamed. He did not extend his hand to the figure again, and fell into a deep sleep while watching the swaying moon shadows.
It was a very restless sleep. When he woke up again, Su Ye had a splitting headache, his limbs were slightly cold, and his whole body seemed to be hanging by a weight, feeling heavy and anxious.
Perhaps because of his confused mind at night, Su Ye had many weird dreams.
The sky outside hadn't even lit up yet, it was a mixture of inky blue and deep purple, and the hands on the clock showed that it was still early morning.
Su Ye couldn't remember when he fell asleep. All he could remember was his hazy hallucination. He lay in bed for a long time and realized that he had only slept for less than two hours.
After Su Ye woke up, he felt a sense of homelessness and quietly looked toward the window.
There was no human figure, only pure white gauze curtains that were half-opened, casting light shadows.
Su Ye couldn't tell whether he felt disappointed or relieved.
"Meow."
Just when Su Ye was about to retract his downcast eyes, the shadow next to the gauze curtain moved, as if it were alive, its outline surged, and it walked out lightly on all fours.
Su Ye's downcast eyes froze, widened, and became round, giving his face a dull look.
It was a pure black long-haired Maine Coon cat.
This pure black Maine Coon cat walked to Su Ye's bedside at a leisurely speed, with a fluffy tail straightened and the tip of its tail swaying slightly, and it casually jumped onto an armchair next to Su Ye's bed. Go up and squat there very proudly.
The Maine Coon cat was very big. When it was squatting on the armchair, Su Ye thought it was someone squatting there, staring at him gloomily and quietly.
Why is there a cat?
Su Ye's eyes subconsciously looked at the door, and found that the door was not closed tightly and was slightly ajar.
Su Ye couldn't remember whether the front door was closed, but Xiao Yang was very careful in his work, and the security of the nursing home was also very complete, so it shouldn't be so easy for a cat to break in.
But Su Ye didn't think much about it. When he saw the beautiful long-haired Maine Coon, his heart softened.
This cat is really beautiful, with pure black fur without a trace of color, and its pupils are flame-like red gold with a hint of red and orange at the edges. It looks arrogant when it looks at people.
Su Ye likes animals. He hesitated among the common words used by humans to tease cats, such as "嘬嘬" and "妬嬬", and felt that no matter which words he used, they were not consistent with this beautiful big cat.
The big black cat seemed to have seen through Su Ye's thoughts, its eyes narrowed slightly.
"Cat." Su Ye tried to reach out and greeted the Maine Coon cat on the armchair opposite, "Come here, brother."
Su Ye felt a little itchy looking at Maine's beautiful hair, but he was not sure whether this Maine would pay attention to him.
After all it looks very inaccessible.
"Meow."
The Maine Coon cat moved, stroking its beard with its front paws slowly, then stood up and stared at Su Ye, obviously showing no intention of moving.
Su Ye was itching unbearably, and patted his knees gently with his palm, "Come on, Maomao, let me hug you."
Maine's head shook slightly, as if he didn't understand.
Su Ye suddenly realized it, squeezed his lips slightly, blinked his eyes, and spoke tentatively, feeling very embarrassed.
"Meow?"
As soon as he spoke, Su Ye couldn't help but pursed his lips.
It’s not appropriate for a person in his twenties to secretly meow like a cat.
"Gulu gulu."
When Su Ye lowered his head to reflect on himself, a huge thing suddenly came into his arms. With a purring sound, he naturally found a comfortable position in Su Ye's arms and tilted his head with red-gold eyes. Staring at Su Ye.
"Cat?"
Su Ye opened his eyes wide.
Maine purred again, looking very relaxed and enjoying himself.
"It's so warm." Su Ye couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to reach out and wrap his arms around Maine, Maine suddenly stood up in his arms and pressed his paws on Su Ye's shoulders.
The side of Su Ye's face was licked by the Maine Coon cat. The cat's tongue was prickly, and the side of Su Ye's face was slightly numb from the lick.
"Wow" Su Ye couldn't help but laugh, his forehead touched Maine's erect ears, and then he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something on his forehead.
He raised his hand and pulled it off.
It was a soft fever-reducing patch, which was warmed by his forehead.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Cat is handsome, your husband has changed.
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