Shen Liang didn't want to admit it, but now he seemed to really want to save Shao Quehan a little bit, especially when the other party's tragedies in his life were all written by himself.

Seeing this, Shao Quehan's pupils shrank slightly, and he reacted and struggled with all his strength, but was pressed to the ground by Shen Liang, so kissed that he couldn't breathe.

The sweet smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine contributed to this hasty but comforting kiss.

Shen Liang didn't know how to comfort an insecure person, all he could think of was kissing and hugging, this is the instinct engraved in the genes of human beings since birth.

Shen Liang clasped Shao Quehan's hand, and removed the gauze on it one by one. The wound had already scabbed, but left fragmented marks. He pulled that slender and cold hand to his lips, kissed them lightly one by one, and taught Shao Quehan the first knowledge of the first lesson.

"Next time if you get hurt, tell me."

"If it really hurts, then tell me where it hurts."

He seemed to have really entered the drama and regarded him as his true love.

Shao Quehan was pressed under him, and upon hearing this, he only felt that he had been ripped open, exposed to the air without any cover, every inch of darkness was invisible, with the embarrassment of being poked at a sore spot.

No...

He won't be in pain, and he doesn't need to tell anyone...

No need...

Shao Quehan's eyes were red, and he tried hard to hide the wound with his fingertips, but was restrained by Shen Liang. He clenched his teeth, his veins bulge, and in a trance, some scorching liquid rolled down the corners of his eyes into his hair uncontrollably, and it became icy cold again.

Shen Liang bowed his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of Shao Quehan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, you can tell me if you feel pain in the future..."

He treated Shao Quehan as a child who lacked love, and patiently coaxed him over and over again. It wasn't until the other party's strength lost and the struggle gradually weakened that he finally let go of the confinement.

During this time, the system has been frantically flashing red lights non-stop.

【Attention to the host, the villain's blackness has risen to 70%!】

【Attention the host, the villain's blackness has been reduced to 20%】

【Attention the host, the villain's blackness has increased to 80%!】

【Attention the host, the villain's blackness has been reduced to 60%】

Shao Quehan is so contradictory, even the degree of blackness is the same. The data sometimes grows wildly, sometimes fades, and finally freezes at 50% without moving again, just like a person hovering on the edge of the passing line.

One thought of the abyss, one thought of paradise.

Shen Liang didn't turn on the light. He knew that Shao Quehan would be uncomfortable, so he found the bowl of half-warm sweet soup in the dark and stirred it with a spoon: "Drink some."

He suppressed the look in his eyes, embarrassed and exhausted. He stared straight at Shen Liang, with a hoarse and broken voice: "Shen Liang, why do you think you are right..."

He tried his best to straighten his back, with a shocking stubbornness in his eyes: "Believe it or not, with my own method, I can still win Shen Yan."

This is the real Shao Quehan.

He is gloomy and withdrawn, moody, mad and unscrupulous. The irritability that floated on the surface some time ago is just an illusion.

Shen Liang kicked away the white medicine bottle at his feet, pretending that Shao Quehan just finished taking the medicine and his mind is out of order: "Would you like to make a bet? Then give me a month, and if my method fails, I will use yours again."

He lightly sneered: "I don't bet with people who have nothing."

–Because you won't get anything if you win.

Shen Liang shrugged and smiled: "It's okay, we are all the same."

Shao Quehan also had nothing.

Shen Liang can always step on Shao Quehan's deadly spot accurately, and others will be beaten to death if they step on it once. It is also a human miracle that he can survive to this day.

Shao Quehan squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and clenched his palms uncontrollably, his fingertips were about to sink into the flesh. His voice seemed to be icy, and it took him a long time to slowly spit out a sentence: "...Okay, I'll bet with you."

Shen Liang asked: "Where's the bet?"

Shao Quehan said: "I'll tell you later, you won't win."

Hearing this, Shen Liang was noncommittal, passed the bowl in his hand forward, and changed the subject calmly: "Okay, let's have a drink now?"

He seemed to think only of this bowl of sweet soup.

Shao Quehan didn't speak, but stared at him blankly for two seconds, and then slowly reached out to take it. The shadow line moved slightly with his movements, dividing the handsome face into two halves.

Shao Quehan had just finished drinking, before he could put down the bowl, Shen Liang said: "There is only a bowl of sweet soup here, but I'll let you drink it, this is also my love."

There was a smile in his light-colored pupils, like a fox. So Shao Quehan suddenly felt that he couldn't spit out the sweet soup just now, and couldn't swallow it, which made him uncomfortable, so he put the bowl heavily on the ground.

Shen Liang said again: "Be tolerant to the person you like, and don't lose your temper. You see, like now, no matter how angry you are, I still care about you." It's definitely not because I'm afraid of being killed by Shao Quehan.

He finally came to a conclusion: "You still have a lot to learn."

Shao Quehan tightened his fingertips when he heard this, and then supported himself from the ground with his hands, struggling to get up from the ground. He staggered a little because he had been sitting in the same position for too long. Seeing this, Shen Liang stepped forward to support him: "What are you going to do, I'll help you."

Shao Quehan pushed him away, and left the room without looking back.

Seeing this, Shen Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself that he is really a scumbag, a scumbag, extremely stubborn, if you agree to do what I do, then you will do it?

But forget it, he has long known that transforming the villain cannot be achieved overnight, and now there is a more important thing waiting for him to do.

In fact, Shen Liang has always been curious about what Shao Quehan's childhood shadow was, and what kind of background story this world made up for this setting that he wrote in his novel that he didn't dig deep into.

If you want to cure the villain, you have to know the root cause.

Taking advantage of Shao Quehan's absence, Shen Liang rummaged through the drawers in the room, hoping to find some clues. After all, when Shao Quehan was not around, this room was usually locked by Aunt Zhang.

Ignoring those messy documents, Shen Liang found a lot of medicines in the bottom drawer, most of which were in English words, making it difficult to identify the uses.

But you can guess it, and 80% of them are sleep aids and mental comfort.

Shen Liang pursed his lips, and roughly counted the number of medicine bottles inside. He didn't know what he was planning in his mind, and was about to continue looking through other drawers, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, which scared him and closed it immediately.

"Xiao Shen," Aunt Zhang went upstairs at some point, and saw that she was holding a large thermos pot in her arms, walked into the room quickly, and then put it on the table with great difficulty, making a dull sound.

Seeing this, Shen Liang was stunned for a moment: "Aunt Zhang, what is this?"

Aunt Zhang gathered the coat that was about to slip off her shoulders, took a breath, and said, "Mr. Shao asked me to bring it to you."

After speaking, he shook his head and sighed: "You child, if you want to drink, you can just put it in a bowl, you can't drink it all in a pot by yourself."

"..."

Shen Liang didn't know what to say for a while. So good, he felt that he might have underestimated Shao Quehan's ability to learn. What is this called, throw me a silver coin and return it with a dozen of golds?

"I..." Shen Liang explained with some embarrassment, "I eat a lot recently."

Aunt Zhang sighed: "Don't say it, Aunt Zhang knows."

After all, there are only three mouths in the entire Shao family, Aunt Zhang is old, she couldn't eat much, and Shao Quehan was always away and full. Only Shen Liang insisted on being cooked every day.

Shen Liang: "..."

Aunt Zhang told Shen Liang to take the pot down after drinking the soup, and then went downstairs. In the middle of the night, she was almost driven into insomnia by these two people.

Shen Liang lifted the lid and took a look at the sweet soup in the pot. According to his visual estimation, it was about the weight of four people. There was a faint throbbing pain in his stomach, and he put the lid back on again with a constipated expression. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he saw Shao Quehan standing at the door at some point.

He leaned against the door, his hands hanging by his sides tightened slightly, his dark eyes quietly observing Shen Liang's reaction, with imperceptible tension.

Shen Liang asked him to follow suit, and this pot of sweet soup was his homework, although it was childish.

But Shen Liang still decided to give Shao Quehan some compliments: "You have learned well."

Shao Yuhan twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously, inadvertently revealing his compulsion: "You teach little tricks."

Shen Liang only gave him a small bowl of sweet soup, and he gave a big pot.

Oh, that's amazing, don't you think you're particularly majestic?

Shen Liang's Adam's apple rolled, but he still swallowed the words back. He walked up to Shao Quehan and silently sized him up. At this moment, the half head taller man showed an advantage: "We don't need to be stronger than anyone else." Shen Liang turned into a chicken soup expert, pointed at Shao Quehan, and then pointed to himself: "In the eyes of those who love each other, each other is the best in the world."

Although they are just role-playing now, the reason is the same.

The corners of Shao Quehan's mouth stiffened for a moment when he heard this, because he didn't understand what Shen Liang said, not at all.

Shen Liang saw the "student-like confusion" on Shao Yuhan's face, and couldn't help but find it funny in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Seeing the continuous rain in the night outside, and the wind shaking the branches, he suddenly leaned over and kissed Shao Yuhan's cheek lightly, and it was as fleeting as a dragonfly's touch.

Shen Liang said in a low voice: "Kiss goodnight."

Then said: "Call me if you need something, I'll sleep next door."

After speaking, regardless of Shao Quehan's blank expression, he turned and went back to the room. The door was closed with a light click, which drowned out the sound of rain.

Hearing the voice, Shao Quehan finally woke up from his daze. The warm touch still remained at the corner of his mouth, itching, as if a butterfly had stopped and stayed. He looked at Shen Liang's tightly closed door, and after a while, he suddenly hammered the wall heavily.

Shao Quehan didn't understand why Shen Liang knew so much, and every time the two met each other, he always fell behind.

Things that are out of control are always scary.

Shao Quehan returned to his room without saying a word. The crystal lamp was shining with a warm yellow luster, but he felt it was dazzling. He pressed the switch with a snap, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

It's too dark again...

Shao Quehan quietly lay on the bed with his back against the wall. The cold and hard wall gave him a sense of security, but in front of him was the endless darkness.

He took too much medicine today, and he can't take any more.

The doctor said so, and so did Shen Liang.

Shao Quehan closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep. Across the wall, Shen Liang was sitting in front of the computer, typing and collecting information.

The system flew out quietly and peeked at the computer screen, only to find that Shen Liang had entered a line of words into the input box: What should I do if I love someone?

Well, it turns out that he is also a rookie.

There were so many answers on the web page that people were dazzled. Shen Liang summed it up and started to take notes:

1. If you like someone, you should pay attention to him and understand his situation.

Well, it makes sense.

2. If you like someone, you should contact his friends first, and learn more about his personality and temper through them.

This is a bit difficult, Shao Quehan seems to have no friends, only Han Shaobai, that dumb cousin? Well, maybe we can find an opportunity to ask him secretly another day.

3. Dating, eating, preparing flowers, kissing one-stop, if the progress is good, you can try to develop further.

–this...

Shen Liang was about to continue browsing, when the system suddenly asked in doubt: [Why did you do this?]

Shen Liang wrote furiously without raising his head: "Teach him."

Maybe Shao Quehan doesn't have to like Shen Yan, and it's not certain that he will find another suitable person after he understands what true love is.

If the system had hands, it must be a cheek-holding action now:【Then what if Shao Quehan falls in love with you?】

"You think too much," Shen Liang didn't take it seriously, "Shao Quehan likes gentle little white flowers, I not like that."

The system said to itself:【I always feel like you're going to flip the table again.】

Shen Liang paused when he heard the typing on the keyboard, and slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were murderous: "Shut your crow's mouth——"

The system does not look at people, and turns its gleaming body: 【I am the big diamond, everything I have said has been the truth~】

Shen Liang sneered, and made an unprecedented oath: "If I overturn this time again, I will never write dog blood in my life."

The system asked subconsciously: 【Why? Do you want to change your career to write sand sculptures?】

Shen Liang: "..."