Bai Yanfei knew Ling Zeyu had heard him, and he didn't want to urge him again. Whether Ling Zeyu came or not was irrelevant; it wasn't him who was uncomfortable sitting on the sofa.
Ling Zeyu then followed Bai Yanfei into the room, all excited.
Bai Yanfei took out a sky-blue quilt from the cabinet. Fortunately, the bed was big enough to sleep two people plus two large quilts.
"Don't cross the line. Fold your blankets after you get up." Bai Yanfei crawled into bed, his back to Ling Zeyu. He had a hard time falling back asleep after being woken up in the middle of the night; it was an old problem of his.
Ling Zeyu lay down awkwardly; he found it difficult to even lie down or get up. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily. He lifted the heavy blanket, wondering if folding it properly would cause his newly stitched wound to rip open and splatter blood everywhere.
Turning his head, he saw that Bai Yanfei was still facing away from him. But at least they could sleep in the same bed, and Ling Zeyu was still quite satisfied.
After scrolling for half an hour without feeling sleepy, Bai Yanfei took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, swallowed one pill with some cold water, and then turned off the light.
"What did you just eat?" Ling Zeyu asked.
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Can't you sleep?"
Bai Yanfei didn't answer him. Asking something so obvious was just plain stupid.
After taking the medicine, Bai Yanfei gradually felt sleepy and almost missed his class the next day. It was only when the alarm clock rang again that Ling Zeyu woke him up.
After washing up, there was no time for breakfast, and the takeout Ling Zeyu ordered hadn't arrived.
"Did you bring all your medication? When is your follow-up appointment?"
"I didn't bring it. I'll have someone bring it over later." Ling Zeyu glanced at the time. "You should go to work now, or you'll be late. I'll take care of things at home."
"Don't touch my things," Bai Yanfei muttered before leaving.
Ling Zeyu was injured, making it inconvenient for him to do anything. With nothing to do at home, he could only look at what Bai Yanfei had kept around the house.
The bottle of melatonin in the bedside table was harmful; too much of it is bad, and all medicines have side effects. There were several ornaments on the desk; Ling Zeyu couldn't recognize them, but he knew they were characters from certain anime.
The wardrobe was still full of colorful clothes. Bai Yanfei's wardrobe wasn't full yet, so Ling Zeyu hung up his own clothes.
Two hours later, someone brought over all his belongings. The apartment Bai Yanfei rented wasn't big, but it was okay, barely enough for two people. However, Ling Zeyu had an unusually large number of clothes, and Bai Yanfei's wardrobe couldn't hold them all. This worried Ling Zeyu so much that he considered buying Bai Yanfei an apartment.
"Go check if the room next door is empty."
The subordinate immediately understood Ling Zeyu's meaning. After contacting the landlord, they learned that the neighbor was about to move out. The subordinate completed the formalities, and the house could be moved in as soon as the neighbor moved out.
"Does the boss want to stay in the room next door?"
"I'll use the next room as a walk-in closet; I'll put all my things there."
Chapter 124 How did you get your injury?
When Bai Yanfei came home from get off work that evening, he saw Ling Zeyu standing in the kitchen. He quickly put down his bag and ran inside.
"Don't you know you're injured? What if you bleed again?" Bai Yanfei snatched the spatula and scolded Ling Zeyu for not cherishing his body at all, only realizing his mistake when he was covered in wounds.
"It's alright, I know what I'm doing, I won't hurt myself." Although Ling Zeyu said this, he still quietly retreated to the back. "Take a look at the fire, I feel it's about time."
"Um."
Bai Yanfei glanced at the table and roughly knew what dish Ling Zeyu wanted to cook. He went out to change his clothes and came back in, only to find that Ling Zeyu had entered the room sometime earlier.
He walked in curiously, and as soon as he turned the doorknob, Ling Zeyu turned around in a panic.
He smelled blood in the room, rushed to Ling Zeyu's side, and sure enough, saw the gauze soaked with blood.
Ling Zeyu couldn't hide it anymore. He treated his wound and threw the blood-soaked bandage into the trash can. After watching him do all this, Bai Yanfei ran out without saying a word.
Bai Yanfei chopped the meat on the cutting board as if venting his anger. Ling Zeyu watched in horror. He stood at the kitchen door, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
To be precise, he simply couldn't find a suitable opportunity to speak.
Bai Yanfei kept a straight face and didn't say a word, his temper flaring up from cooking.
After serving the dishes, seeing Ling Zeyu still standing there in a daze, Bai Yanfei slammed the plate down on the table without any politeness.
"Dinner's ready."
"Here it comes." Ling Zeyu packed the rice and took it out. He knew Bai Yanfei didn't like rice, so he deliberately packed less.
Bai Yanfei turned on the TV, which was playing Ling Zeyu's movie. He paused for a moment but didn't change the channel, leaving the TV on.
Because the scene of Ling Zeyu being tortured to death is about to air, he can't calm down unless he watches something uplifting.
"What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll get up and make it for you."
Snap—
With his chopsticks slammed on the table, Bai Yanfei glared fiercely at Ling Zeyu: "I just called Wen Xiuyuan, he should be here soon."
"It's just a little bit of blood, it's nothing, you're underestimating me." Ling Zeyu lifted his shirt. "See, isn't it all right? I can handle it myself. I just bumped into something, it's nothing serious."
"If you try to argue any further, I'll kick you out."
Ling Zeyu obediently shut up, and after finishing their meal, the two waited for Wen Xiuyuan to arrive. A commercial featuring Ling Zeyu was playing on TV, and Bai Yanfei stared at it, seemingly oblivious to whether he was paying attention.
Knock knock knock—
Ling Zeyu went to open the door. Wen Xiuyuan flicked his hair, and water droplets splashed all over Ling Zeyu. Su Kai followed behind him, and Su Kai dodged backward in disgust.
"Not dead yet?" Su Kai chuckled. "Xiao Yan, I brought you some fruit."
"Senior?" Bai Yanfei was somewhat surprised to see Su Kai. "What are you doing here?"
"Why is he moving into your house again?" He took the fruit into the kitchen to wash it, and then presented it to Bai Yanfei. "He didn't steal your house key again, did he?"
Bai Yanfei shook his head: "I asked him to keep it. It's okay, I'll handle it."
Su Kai, with his sharp eyes, also noticed the ring on Ling Zeyu's hand. He looked at Bai Yanfei's hand and saw that he wasn't wearing a ring.
Wen Xiuyuan was treating Ling Zeyu's wounds, while Bai Yanfei watched from the side.
Ling Zeyu's abs were very defined, with six neatly arranged abdominal muscles. His pectoral muscles were also quite large, but not exaggerated. The pectoral muscles were just the right amount, thinly attached to his chest, and rose and fell with Ling Zeyu's breathing.
Thinking of this, Bai Yanfei's earlobes turned slightly red.
While disinfecting, Ling Zeyu revealed a restrained expression, with veins bulging on his forehead. Bai Yanfei couldn't bear to watch any longer and left.
"How is it? Is it serious? Will he die?" Su Kai asked, eager for a good show. Of course, he knew Ling Zeyu wouldn't be in any danger. When Wen Xiuyuan described it to him, he even suspected that Ling Zeyu had stabbed him in the back so that Bai Yanfei would soften her heart.
"I won't die, it's just a minor injury."
"So you still let him move in? Have you forgotten what he did before? Or have you forgiven him?"
Su Kai wasn't as easily fooled as others; he clearly understood the relationship between Bai Yanfei and Ling Zeyu.
Su Kai believes that even if Ling Zeyu has changed his mind now, no one can be sure that Ling Zeyu's feelings for Bai Yanfei are genuine. At least, he doesn't believe it, otherwise Ling Zeyu wouldn't have treated Bai Yanfei the way he did before.
"I'm tired. Let's see how he performs first. Anyway, I won't suffer any losses with him here, and someone will cook for me." Bai Yanfei had other plans in mind, but he didn't dare to tell Su Kai. His idea was too naive, and Su Kai would definitely not agree with it.
"It's up to you. If he hurts you again, just leave."
"I know, I won't be stupid enough to do it twice."
"Why did you do that?" Wen Xiuyuan finished treating Ling Zeyu's wound, took a few steps, and locked the door. "Is stabbing yourself fun?"
"It's alright. I avoided the vital points. It's just a superficial injury. It will heal after a while."
"So how did you get injured?" Wen Xiuyuan asked helplessly. "Su Kai and I have finally stabilized, how are you doing?"
"I've moved in, so be it." Ling Zeyu rubbed his stomach helplessly. "Don't let this get out. If he finds out, he'll probably kick me out again."
"Why bother? It's not like you can't live without him. Just find someone else. You've made yourself all bruised and battered. Does that make you happy?" Wen Xiuyuan scoffed at Bai Yanfei. He didn't even know why Ling Zeyu liked Bai Yanfei so much, and was so devoted to him.
"It has to be him. I don't want anyone else but him." Ling Zeyu threw away the used bandage. "I'll take the trash with me when I go downstairs later. I should have stabbed him somewhere else. The injury here is making it too difficult for me to take care of Yan Yan."
“…You’re sick.” Wen Xiuyuan didn’t want to persuade him anymore. He stayed for a while, then pulled Su Kai away. When they left, Ling Zeyu made sure Wen Xiuyuan took the trash with him.
Bai Yanfei felt more and more that something was wrong. The patient liked Ling Zeyu so much and even wanted to sleep with him, so why would he use a knife against Ling Zeyu?
"How did you get your injury?"
Chapter 125 Don't rush to reject me.
"I got a cut." Ling Zeyu lifted his shirt to show Bai Yanfei. "Xiuyuan said he can get the stitches removed in a few days. Can you come with me then?"
Who made the cut?
Bai Yanfei ignored Ling Zeyu's pitiful appearance. He gently pulled down Ling Zeyu's clothes, but seeing Ling Zeyu's body at this moment would not calm him down.
"You don't think I stabbed myself, do you? Am I crazy? That would hurt so much."
Ling Zeyu leaned against Bai Yanfei's neck, gently blowing on it: "You don't believe me again..."
“I went to the mental hospital to see that person.” Bai Yanfei took two steps back, staring at Ling Zeyu’s face. He was observing, and no matter how good Ling Zeyu’s acting was, he would definitely be able to tell if he showed any flaws.
unless--
Ling Zeyu insisted on keeping it from him.
“I know.” Ling Zeyu ran his fingers through his hair. “It was an accident. When I snatched the knife from his hand, he bumped into me, and the blade was pointing directly at me, which is how I got hurt. It was my own carelessness. If he had been the one who got hurt, things would have been much more complicated.”
Ling Zeyu scratched his hair into a mess: "At the time, I was still thinking about you, and I was also afraid that he had accomplices with him, so my mind was a little unclear."
"Hmm." Bai Yanfei didn't say much. There were only two people present. He had already met the other person. Whether he believed Ling Zeyu's words or not, he already had the answer in his heart.
"Yan Yan... let's make up."
Bai Yanfei had his back to Ling Zeyu, and he pursed his lips.
Make up?
How could Bai Yanfei have the nerve to say those two words? When have they ever had a good relationship?
It wasn't just his wishful thinking all along; it was only later, when Ling Zeyu realized his own feelings, that he began to regret it.
"Is it okay?" Ling Zeyu asked again.
"I'm sleepy, I should go to sleep." Bai Yanfei didn't dare to look back at Ling Zeyu's expression. He knew he looked pathetic, and he knew it was far from enough, but he still didn't want Ling Zeyu to see his vulnerable side.
"Stop running away, okay?" Ling Zeyu walked up to Bai Yanfei, looking down at him. "We'll have to resolve this sooner or later. No matter how much you run away, you'll have to face it eventually."
Bai Yanfei raised his head and looked directly into Ling Zeyu's eyes: "Are you that eager to know the answer?"
These words echoed in Ling Zeyu's ears like a warning bell. He was somewhat afraid of knowing Bai Yanfei's answer, but at the same time, he didn't want to continue like this. He insisted on getting an answer.
I can't forgive you.