MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 87 very scared

Xia Zhinian's scalp was almost numb when he looked at him, he felt a sense of fear that he would be swallowed alive, and his heart was sore and sore from climbing up, he hugged Yan Ci and shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, really no."

Yan Ci let out a cold snort, his thick black eyes were cold, he raised his hand to grab the boy's wrist, pulled his left hand, and pressed on the bracelet with the long tail, the long tail also circled around his right wrist, I don't know Why did you buckle it.

The boy's wrists were tightly bound together.

"Don't move."

Yan Ci looked over with a hostile look, as if he had eaten him raw.

"I don't move, Yan Ci, Yan Ci..."

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened a little, and he didn't struggle. He just noticed that Yan Ci had one hand around his waist all the time, buried his head in his neck and squeezed it, and his heart shrank painfully.

"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

Yan Ci should be afraid.

He has seen how fragile human life is. With just a swipe on the neck, his mother will lie in a pool of blood, unable to open her eyes again.

In his last car accident, Yan Ci was already very tense, but at that moment he was so emotional that Yan Ci endured it, and later found out that in his last life, he suffocated to death, which was obviously not right.

But I endured it.

And now.

The backlog of paranoia and brutality finally burst and poured out.

Yan Ci called Qin Xu and asked the driver to leave without knowing where he went.

Yan Ci pulled the young man to stand up. Xia Zhinian's hands were tied together, and his movements were a little unsteady. Yan Ci directly picked him up, stuffed him into the car, and tied him to the seat with the seat belt, his eyes were terribly heavy .

Xia Zhinian let him move the whole time, his amber eyes fixed on Yan Ci, and his eyes followed him.

Yan Ci got into the car, locked the door, drove the car out, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

The silence in the carriage was a bit suffocating.

Xia Zhinian was worried that he was thinking too much, so he bit his lip and explained eagerly, "Yan Ci, don't, don't be angry."

"That driver was indeed the one I looked for before the last car accident, but since the accident, I haven't contacted him again."

"I made up my mind to leave at the time, found the driver who was seriously ill, and promised to give him a sum of money, but in two installments."

"I have already given it once, and once it was agreed that after the car accident, a luxury store would send a product, saying that it was something I was looking forward to before, and then a sum of money was withdrawn from my account and handed over to the driver."

Xia Zhinian desperately thought about what was going on, and pursed his lips when he thought of what the driver said.

"I was in a coma for seven days, and then I didn't go out in the villa on the outskirts of the city. I thought the money was transferred out. Now that I think about it, my brother may have blocked my card early, so the half of the money was not given out."

He confessed everything, looking nervously at the boy sitting in the driver's seat.

Yan Ci glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and sneered, "The arrangement is sophisticated enough."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Xia Zhinian's heart skipped a beat, his almond eyes were round, and his amber pupils stared at Yan Ci, who was full of hostility, then lowered his eyes in guilt, his eyelashes trembled uneasily, and softened his voice.

"Yan Ci, Yan Ci, I was wrong, I..."

At that time, he was only thinking about returning to the original world, completely disregarding everything.

The car arrived at the intersection and stopped before the traffic light. The car just stabilized when Xia Zhinian's chest suddenly tightened.

There was a strong force, and his whole body was pulled forward, followed by a sudden pain in his lips, and he was bitten hard.

"Well…"

Yan Ci's eyes were fierce, Xia Zhinian grunted in pain, his tied hands were held, and his slender knuckles were tightly clutching him, and he even trembled faintly.

He sensed some obscure madness and fear from this ferocious kiss.

Xia Zhinian's heart was so stuffy, his nose was sour, he tried his best to respond, trying to make Yan Ci less tense and depressed.

"Doo-doo-"

The car behind honks its horn, and the light ahead has turned green.

Yan Ci's breathing became heavier, but he still didn't speak, let go of him, and stepped on the accelerator to go

go forward.

Xia Zhinian's breath was messed up, and he was very flustered. Looking at Yan Ci, he curled up his fingertips, thinking about how to make Yan Ci feel better.

The car turned a corner at the intersection, changed direction, and drove back to the suburban villa. He looked out the window and struggled to take out his phone from his pocket.

Yan Ci said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"what?"

Xia Zhinian was pleasantly surprised when he heard Yan Ci's voice, "I'll tell my mother, I won't go back."

Yan Ci hummed, and took a look in the rearview mirror.

The boy's hands were tied together, and the movement was a bit difficult, and it took a while to send the message.

As soon as he pressed send, a cold, white and slender hand stretched out in front of him, took his mobile phone away, and put it in the storage compartment on the driver's side.

Xia Zhinian stayed for two seconds, didn't say anything, just sat still obediently.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. Yan Ci got out of the car and went to the side of the co-driver, and carried the boy out, surrounded by coldness.

Xia Zhinian leaned into his arms.

After entering the villa, the gate was locked, and the villa was eerily quiet. Xia Zhinian looked at Yan Ci with dark eyes and fierce clothes, his heart thumped twice, and his body tensed up uncontrollably.

"Well…"

The shoulders were caught off guard, and he was pushed vigorously, with his back leaning against the door panel.

The tyrannical and crazy kiss fell instantly, bit his lips, and penetrated directly without mercy.

Xia Zhinian's fingertips trembled, his waist was clasped, he tried to raise his head, and let the boy plunder him, his breathing was rapid and scattered.

The long tail of the locator bracelet that was tied to his right hand slipped, and the zipper of the down jacket was pulled open. The bony and slender hand pulled off his jacket, poked in from the hem of the sweater, and unceremoniously pulled off the sweater and pants.

Xia Zhinian's eyes were wide open, and his back was leaning against the cold door panel. The cold air made him shiver, and he wanted to shrink into the boy's arms with a trembling voice.

"Yan Ci, uh... Yan Ci..."

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, his thin lips were tight, he pressed the young man onto the bed, and examined his whole body carefully, two knees were bruised, and two red marks were drawn on his wrist by dead branches on the ground.

He held the boy's ankle to check whether there was any problem with the fractured calf.

Xia Zhinian lay on his back on the bed, nervous but didn't dare to move, resisting the chaotic heartbeat, stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, his voice trembling slightly.

"...Yan Ci, don't look at me, I, I'm fine, I just knocked, you, you, are you okay..."

But immediately after his waist was clasped, and hot palms were pressed against him, he shrank from the heat, his face darkened, a tall figure enveloped him, his lips were blocked, his teeth were undefended, and he was easily broken into.

Breathing hot, Xia Zhinian felt as if he was being put on fire, his neck was bitten, and his small Adam's apple was covered with dampness and warmth.

Fatal impulse.

The door of life was bitten by sharp teeth, he was like a captured prey, he couldn't move, he could only tremble slightly, the end of his eyes couldn't help turning red, he randomly grabbed Yan Ci's hair, raised his head, and let him bite.

Yan Ci's breathing was heavy, his eyes were dark, he pressed close to the young man eagerly, eager to confirm that this man was alive, awake, and his body was warm.

"what-"

Xia Zhinian exclaimed, and swallowed again.

Sensitive earlobes are bitten.

He couldn't bear the stimulation, the end of his eyes was wet, his throat was broken and choked uncontrollably, he couldn't help but raised his hand, bit the knuckle of his index finger, and blocked his voice.

Yan Ci finally called him.

"Good boy."

"Hmm..." Xia Zhinian answered tremblingly.

Yan Ci rescued his fingers from between his teeth, stretched his jaw, and kissed his lips fiercely and gently, with a hoarse voice.

"Don't bite, don't bear it."

"Speak up, don't be so quiet."

He whispered, "I'm scared."

Don't be so motionless and silent like when you are in a coma.

He fears.

Xia Zhinian had a throbbing heart, hot flashes at the end of his eyes, snorted, instinctively bit his lips, and let go, shame and heartache burned his soul, barely propped up a little, wanted to kiss and say goodbye, but in the end his hands softened so much, kissed Chin up.

"Don't be afraid, Yan Ci, Yan Ci..." His head was dizzy, and he could only call his name instinctively, trying his best to sort out a few words.

"Don't go... I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, don't, don't be afraid..."

"Well, say something more, don't keep talking."

Yan Ci poked his fingertips into his hair, kissed the delicate earlobe, and clearly felt the young man trembling slightly, grasping his arm in a dazed and chaotic way.

"Yan Ci..."

Xia Zhinian's head was covered with paste, his earlobe bitten by the kiss was itchy, and half of his body was numb.

He knew that his ears were sensitive, but he really didn't expect to be so sensitive.

I don't know what to say, so I can only call him.

Yan Ci's voice was close to his ear, and it got into his ear heavily.

"Hey, I didn't do anything, just shaking like this."

Xia Zhinian's earlobes were so hot that he snorted unexpectedly, his amber eyes overflowed with water, and his voice was intermittent, he still just called him, he couldn't say anything else, "Yan Ci, brother, uh, brother...ears, don't..."

Yan Ci's eyes darkened, and he clasped the boy tightly.

Xia Zhinian's breathing is very disordered, being kissed repeatedly, lack of oxygen, his head is also dizzy, his breathing is slightly urgent, maybe coupled with the severe tension, he feels sleepy for some reason, and loses consciousness in a daze.

Yan Ci saw the young man close his eyes, clenched his teeth, pinched his earlobe, and bit his delicate chin, trying to wake him up.

"Hey baby, don't sleep, don't sleep, look at me."

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes again in a daze, and closed them again after a while, but was awakened again soon.

His eyelids were battling and he tried to open his eyes wide, but his consciousness was all blurred. He closed them for a moment, and then was forced to wake up again.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian wanted to cry.

Stretching his arms vigorously, he touched the bedside table, found out the bracelet with the black bell from last time, and wound it around his fingers randomly a few times.

The crisp sound of "Dingling Dingling" sounded instantly.

Xia Zhinian heaved a sigh of relief, supported his chaotic thoughts and kissed Yan Ci, and then closed his eyes.

The young man fell asleep, Yan Ci's eyes were full of dark ink.

Fortunately, he didn't sleep very well. He moved from time to time, and the black bell between his fingers rang softly.

When he was fully awake, Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the light was dim. He sat up and looked down. He was only wearing a loose shirt with a few buttons in the middle scattered.

The sound of "Dingling, Dingling" followed his movements.

A bracelet wrapped around his fingers was already attached to his right wrist.

...What about Yan Ci?

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes, glanced around the dimly lit room, and quickly locked on the clear figure by the window.

The window was open, and Yan Ci was standing in the corner farthest from the boy, with a cigarette between his slender knuckles, and the dots of fire extinguished.

The aura around him was a little heavy, and he looked at the young man, "Wake up."

...Yan Ci, smoking?

The boy by the window had no expression on his face, Xia Zhinian had round almond eyes, and his heart was worried.

Yan Ci is still crazy.

"Well, I'm awake."

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and went to Yan Ci's side.

Yan Ci frowned, and quickly walked over by Mie Yan.

The boy ran over and threw himself into the arms of the boy who came over.

The faint smell of tobacco mixed into the nose.

The young man was only wearing a loose shirt, and his exposed legs were long and straight. He walked over barefoot, Yan Ci pursed his lips, picked up the young man, and stuffed him back into the quilt.

"Yan Ci, don't, don't be unhappy, smoking is not good." Xia Zhinian looked at him.

Yan Ci didn't speak, his warm brows and eyes were cool, and the thin scar at the end of his eyes looked gentle when he smiled, but sharp when he wasn't smiling.

Xia Zhinian lowered his head and sighed, "I really didn't know that driver would appear suddenly."

Yan Ci stared at the young man for a while, then said abruptly, "Did you ask the driver to remove the airbag of the car in the accident last time?"

"!!"

The voice of the boy nearby was cold, hiding a bit of madness, Xia Zhinian lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at him, curled his fingertips into the palm of his hand, and told the truth, his voice was so slight that it was almost undetectable.

"…yes."

Yan Ci's eyes were so dark that he couldn't see a gleam of light, "You asked him to change the windshield's explosion-proof glass?"

Xia Zhinian shuddered, "I only know about the airbag, the driver reminded me of the glass and suggested that I replace it together."

"You agree." Yan Ci stared at him.

Xia Zhinian nodded guiltily.

All he could think of was going back.

The young man lowered his head, Yan Ci raised his chin, forcing the young man to look at him, and took his hand with the other hand to touch the end of his eyes.

"This scar was left when I was kidnapped when I was a child."

Xia Zhinian's fingertips trembled.

The bony hands wrapped around his, with a little force, the fingertips slipped and touched the bottom of the neck, rubbing off the collar, revealing the new uneven scar on the side.

"Here, the last time you were in a car accident, I drove the door, and it was cut out by the broken glass."

Yan Ci twitched the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile, "It will really torture me."

"...Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian's fingertips trembled, her heart shrank violently, and her voice was soft, "I, I was wrong, you..."

He moved closer, wanting to kiss Yan Ci's lips.

The boy turned away.

Xia Zhinian's eyelashes trembled, like broken butterfly wings, extremely fragile, and the tip of his heart seemed to be pinched, with sharp pain.

Broken and messed up.

Yan Ci used the long tail of the locator bracelet to fix his two hands together again, got up, and went out without saying a word.

Xia Zhinian looked at his back, looked away dejectedly, and didn't see the boy's specific direction.

After coming over for a while, Yan Ci changed his clothes and stepped back, pinched the boy's jaw, and kissed him deeply, with a fresh mint smell.

Xia Zhinian: "??"

He stayed for a while, taking advantage of the moment when Yan Ci retreated, and asked softly, "Why did you go?"

"Change and brush your teeth."

"Brush your teeth?" Xia Zhinian was at a loss.

Yan Ci said in a low voice, "I just smoked, you have asthma, you can't smell, what do you think I did?"

"..." Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, and her voice was soft, "I thought you ran away because of my anger."

"Ah."

Yan Ci twitched the corners of his mouth inexplicably, like a smile, "I won't run away when I'm angry, at most..."

He paused, did not continue, and suddenly changed the subject without warning, "Good boy, are you hungry?"

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian almost didn't follow his brain circuit, nodded, "A little bit."

Didn't eat much in the morning.

As soon as he said it, the boy was pitiful, and his stomach grunted loudly twice.

Yan Ci brought him two packs of snacks and a bottle of milk and handed them to the bed, and brought the medicine himself.

Xia Zhinian had just taken a sip of milk when his knees were suddenly held, and his fingers, which were stained with medicine, were icy cold and touched his bruised knee.

I have already applied the medicine once, but I still need to knead again.

It was a bit painful, the young man was caught off guard and hid for a while, coughing up half of the milk he had just drank, wet his lips.

"Yan Ci, I, I, I will come by myself."

Xia Zhinian was trembling.

Yan Ci held him down, his dark eyes were bottomless, looking at the young man, his eyes slowly moved down and fell on his lips.

Xia Zhinian froze for a moment when he was stared at by that substantial gaze, his almond eyes rounded.

It was dark in front of him, and the warm breath approached, lightly touched his lips, and crushed him with some force.

Yan Ci leaned over and kissed him with a hoarse voice.

"Hey, if you don't want to go hungry, just eat obediently and don't invite me."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian was wronged.

Yan Ci continued to rub the medicine, the bruise was rubbed away vigorously by the medicine oil, it was really painful.

he shakes

Pressing the back of Yan Ci's hand, he tentatively said, "I still do it myself."

The gap between the fingers is gently swept by the fingertips.

Yan Ci had greasy medicated oil on his hands, and that cold, white, slender hand with distinct and beautiful knuckles carelessly rubbed into his fingers.

The ointment was cold, but he felt hot, soft and intimate, with a hazy ambiguity.

Yan Ci played with the young man's fingers, his tone was soft and inexplicably gentle.

"Why, don't want to eat? Want to be hungry?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Scared. Scared.

Xia Zhinian shivered, and honestly withdrew his hand, took out a wet towel to wipe, and tore open the snack package to eat potato chips.

Yan Ci medicated oil rubbed it up, rubbed him, shook him, bit the potato chips and clicked, and the bell on his wrist also jingled.

He almost sweated after eating two packs of snacks.

Xia Zhinian's body was slightly stiff, and he drank milk to moisten his mouth dryly, trying to divert his attention, pursed his lips, and said hesitantly: "That driver woo..."

As soon as his legs hurt, Yan Ci's hands became heavier, which caused the young man to hum. He raised his eyes, and looked at him coldly with black eyes. After a while, the corners of his lips curled up.

"What about the driver?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, "I just want to ask, that driver, you... how to solve this matter."

He breached the contract and didn't give the money first, so the driver came to him, but Yan Ci was calm and angry about the car accident, so he probably wouldn't have a good look at the driver.

"You still have time to worry about him?" Yan Ci smiled lightly.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian swallowed hard, and smiled obediently, "Ah, I'll just ask, just ask casually."

"Have you been in touch with him since then?"

"No, I didn't know he would show up." Xia Zhinian said sincerely, "If you don't believe me, you can look at my phone, it's with you."

When I was in the car, I was taken away by the black sesame glutinous rice balls.

Having said that, Yan Ci was not polite, took out the mobile phone from the bedside table, unlocked it and opened it.

There is really no connection, the rice cake dumpling is with him almost every day, and it is difficult to contact him in private.

"I'll take care of it, don't have any contact with him anymore." Yan Ci's eyes were dark.

Xia Zhinian nodded obediently, believing that he had sense of proportion, "Okay."

Yan Ci swept his eyes, but saw a familiar name, clicked on it, and the content of the conversation was also familiar.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, "What's going on."

The phone was handed over, Xia Zhinian looked up blankly, the chat box between him and Yan Ci was on the screen.

On the top...remarks are black sesame glutinous rice balls.

The "brother" that Yan Ci typed up was gone.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He rubbed his ears, and glanced over quietly, "This is the day at the party hall. Didn't you see it on the screen? When the club died on the spot, it... changed it."

Yan Ci clicked his tongue softly, "Change back."

"Oh."

Xia Zhinian took the phone, turned his head around, thought that he had already confessed his love, raised his hand and typed the word boyfriend, turned back to show him, his almond eyes curled up a little.

Yan Ci leaned over and kissed the boy before taking his phone away.

Xia Zhinian started to feel sleepy after eating potato chips. He may have woken up too early in the morning. He obviously didn't do anything today, but he was just sleepy. He dozed off with his eyes closed, and his thinking became completely blurred after a while.

Yan Ci finished rubbing the medicine and looked at the boy who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

The long eyelashes drooped down, the fair and tender face was a little blush, and the hair was fluffy. He turned over unconsciously, and the wrist bell rang softly.

He leaned over and kissed the young man's warm lips lightly.

When he woke up again, Xia Zhinian woke up hungry.

He basically spent the whole day in bed, and fell asleep several times dizzy, rubbed his belly and opened his eyes, facing Shang Yanci's straight gaze.

Without blinking, as if afraid of him suddenly disappearing.

"Yan Ci."

The young man rubbed his eyes, rubbed them a little, buried his head in his arms, just woke up, the voice was exceptionally loud

soft.

"I am starving."

He didn't eat anything today, and Yan Ci probably didn't eat anything. He even ate two packs of potato chips and a bottle of milk more than Yan Ci.

Yan Ci patted his head, "Then go down and eat."

"it is good."

Yan Ci lifted the boy up, washed up briefly, and then carried him downstairs.

Xia Zhinian was quite sober after washing her face. She was being carried around with her buttocks on her back, with her back facing the stairs, unable to see the way to retreat behind her, so she carried her down.

It is said that going downstairs in this posture is actually very insecure, but he is used to it, and he feels like he is back when he was in the cast, and he was carried around every day like this.

But now his legs are fine.

There was another bag of potato chips in his hand, he opened them and ate two pieces, his amber eyes were clean, revealing a little clear light, his voice was soft, and he said euphemistically—

"Yan Ci, I actually have long legs."

There is no need to hug him around like this, he is not disabled.

Yan Ci went down to the second floor, snorted softly, stretched out his hand and patted the boy's butt, and said in a steady tone, "You might as well not be long."

If you don't have long legs, you can still be a little more obedient, and stay in front of him safely, saving yourself from being so dishonest every day.

"!"

His **** was touched, it didn't hurt, it was slightly numb, and Xia Zhinian's ears turned red.

"You don't have long legs."

He took out two pieces of potato chips and put them in Sai Yanci's mouth, pursed his mouth, "Then I hope you don't have long hands or a mouth."

Yan Ci ate the potato chips, and said in a low voice, "What a grievance, my boy."

Xia Zhinian: "??!"

what!

Yan Ci said softly, "What's mine is yours. I don't have long hands or a mouth, and you're the one who's tired."

Xia Zhinian: "??!"