The operation 'chase Shen Yan' was officially declared a failure, and Shen Liang didn't even recognize what he wrote anymore.

The system watched in the dark, silently complaining:【What a bad idea.】

Shen Liang wondered if he should be blamed for this, who knew that Shao Quehan would be too savage to the other man. He thought that what he saw when he went upstairs would be a scene of a hero saving his sweetheart, but in the end he was slamming someone with a wine bottle in his hand.

How should I put it? I miscalculated the scene.

Shen Liang put his hands in his pockets, kicked away the broken glass at his feet, and was hesitating whether to step forward to comfort Shao Quehan, but he couldn't spit out ivory with his dog's mouth, so he really didn't know how to speak.

But the system seemed to know what he was thinking, and said:【Go, comfort him.】

Shen Liang raised his eyes suspiciously: "Why?"

System:【...Oh, it's nothing, it's just that Shao Quehan's degree of blackness suddenly rose to 50% just now, and if you don't try to bring him down, you will be in danger.】

Fuck!

Shen Liang cursed secretly in his heart, he knew that every time the system appeared, something bad would happen. Judging from the constantly flashing red warning lights on the translucent light screen, Shao Quehan's current degree of blackening had indeed reached a dangerous critical point.

Shen Liang stepped on the mess on the ground, walked straight to Shao Quehan, glanced at his injured right hand inadvertently, paused, and then tentatively said: "That... It's getting late...how about we go back first?"

On the surface, he is as stable as an old dog, but on the inside, he is panicking.

After all, he was the one who came up with this bad idea, so technically, it's all on his shoulder.

Shao Quehan couldn't control his emotions.

He broke the guest's hand just now, and there was still a bit of scarlet in his eyes. Hearing this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Liang in a daze. A strand of broken hair slipped down quietly, covering the emotion in his eyes.

Shao Quehan moved his lips silently: "I..."

He asked, "Did I do something wrong..."

His voice was hoarse and confused, like a confused child. Seeking an answer to Shen Liang, and also asking himself. The pale face was splashed with mottled bloodstains, which shows a sharp contrast.

Shao Quehan might not understand why Shen Yan hated him so much.

No, no, no, Shen Liang thought to himself that you did nothing wrong, but that there was a little mistake in the plan, and his head shook like a rattle: "No, no."

Shao Quehan stopped talking. He glanced away, looked heavily at the direction where Shen Yan left just now, and finally raised his vigilance against Su Qingyan, the number one rival in love.

So Shen Liang was surprised to find that Shao Quehan's degree of blackness had inexplicably increased a little...

What is this? Did I just make everything worse?

Shen Liang only felt that this bar was really bad luck, and there were still many people secretly looking at them in the dark, so he directly grabbed Shao Quehan's wrist, and dragged him downstairs and away from here.

The black car stopped quietly at the intersection.

The night is surging, boundless. I don't know if it was because of Shao Quehan's injury, but Shen Liang felt that even the wind blowing on his face carried a faint smell of blood.

He opened the car door, pushed Shao Quehan in, and sat in with him, and then said to the driver, "Go back to the mansion."

The small and enclosed space gave people a sense of security. Shao Quehan sat in the car, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, silently calming his ups and downs, the sharp pain in his right hand became insignificant instead.

The vehicle was driving smoothly, and in the depressing silence, Shao Quehan suddenly said coldly: "The man who took Shen Yan away just now..."

Shen Liang thought about the official male lead, and he was the official CP, so he coughed lightly: "It seems to be a classmate I know. I haven't heard much from my brother, so I'm not really familiar with him."

Shao Quehan closed his eyes and fell silent. He knew that it was useless to ask Shen Liang here, as long as he sent someone to investigate, everything would be clear.

So Shen Liang sat in the car and saw with his own eyes that Shao Quehan's blackening degree on the light screen soared from 52% to 58%, and then dropped from 58% back to 50% bit by bit. What ups and downs, thrilling.

He silently clutched his heart: in his previous life he died suddenly, so he shouldn't be scared to death in this life.

When I came home in the evening, Aunt Zhang had already prepared dinner, and five dishes and one soup were neatly placed on the table. After Shao Quehan entered, he didn't even look at it, and went straight upstairs.

Aunt Zhang originally wanted to say something, but found that his expression was sullen, guessing that something must have happened, she didn't want to get into trouble at this time, so she swallowed her words immediately.

Seeing Shao Quehan returning to the room, Zhang Ma whispered to Shen Liang: "Xiao Shen, the meal is ready, let's eat quickly."

Shen Liang: "It's okay, you can eat first."

He was full from eating melon seeds in the bar just now.

The failure of the operation 'chase Shen Yan' not only affected Shao Quehan, but even Shen Liang felt inexplicably frustrated. He unbuttoned his clothes and went upstairs. Just as he was about to take a shower, he found that his palms were a little sticky. When he looked down, he saw blood stained from nowhere. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "..."

The lights above his head dimmed yellow.

Shao Quehan was washing his hands in the room. The cold water washed over his bloody right hand, and the dark red blood flowed into the bathroom, forming a small whirlpool, and finally disappeared.

He leaned on the sink, lowered his head and took a breath, dense and sharp tingling pains came from his palms, making his already ups and downs even more turbulent.

Shao Quehan's mind was filled with the scene of the blood splattering just now. He closed his eyes for some reason, and his fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably. Finally, he staggered out of the bathroom and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find medicine.

In most cases, normal people can suppress their dangerous thoughts, but Shao Quehan can't.

There seemed to be a ferocious beast hidden in his heart, and it was slamming into the cage one after another, and the shackles were already crumbling.

"Tuk-tuk--"

A knock on the door suddenly broke the silence, and a mellowl voice came from outside: "Are you in?"

Shao Quehan shook his hands when he heard this, and the medicine bottle fell to the ground with a grunt, and rolled into a corner. He looked up at the door, a little dazed, and forgot to answer for a moment: "..."

Shen Liang said to himself outside: "Then I'll come in myself since you didn't say anything?"

The door opened, only to find that Shao Quehan was sitting by the bed alone, and the bedside table was full of messy medicines.

Seeing this, Shen Liang paused, and vaguely guessed something. He closed the door, walked up to Shao Quehan and squatted down, and asked aloud, "Are you taking medicine?"

Inexplicably, Shao Quehan didn't want him to know this. drawer, but was caught off guard by Shen Liang's wrist: "Don't take it..."

Seeing the injury on his hand, Shen Liang relaxed a little: "Don't take it, it's not good for your health."

These medicines are for paralyzing the nerves . Yes, you can only temporarily control your emotions, but taking it too much will damage your body.

Shao Quehan stared at him, but said nothing: "..."

Shen Liang was carrying a medicine box, which she asked for from Aunt Zhang just now. He held Shao Quehan's cold hand, and then forcefully opened the other's fingertips, only to find that the palm was full of fine bruises from the wine bottle, and glass shards were embedded in it.

Hmm...

Shen Liang was silent for a moment, thinking that he really is a warrior in the world. He looked at Shao Quehan: "Shouldn't you go get a tetanus?"

Shao Yuhan immediately withdrew his hand when he heard the words, frowning in resistance: "No."

Shen Liang grabbed his wrist, not letting him move, with a half-smile and said: "If you don't want to, then no, and I already guess you won't want to go either."

After he finished speaking, he opened the medicine box, rummaged through it to find tweezers, and then lowered his head to pick out the glass shards embedded in Shao Quehan's wound one by one. , looking serious. The warm light poured over his shoulders, making his original casual temperament a little more earnest.

Shen Liang cleaned up mostly the wound, but noticed that Shao Yuhan didn't respond, took the time to glance at him, and asked aloud, "Does it hurt?"

Shao Quehan pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, and shook his head stiffly.

Shen Liang didn't believe it, and deliberately pressed on his wound, and then found that Shao Quehan's arm muscles tensed instantly, and smiled: "You are a human being, not a machine, so how could it not hurt."

Shao Quehan discovered that Shen Liang did it on purpose. Painful, his chest heaved for a moment, panicked inexplicably, and clenched his palms a little angrily: "I don't care about you, get out!"

His eyes were a little red, and he didn't know if it was from anger or something else.

"Okay, unless you plan to eat with your left hand in the future... Well, I won't tease you anymore."

Shen Liang lowered his head, opened Shao Quehan's palm again, applied medicine to him, and then wrapped it with gauze again and again.

"Don't touch the water." Shen Liang said.

Shao Quehan looked at him, his pupils were black and clean: "What will happen if it touches water?"

Shen Liang: "The wound will rot."

Shao Quehan pursed his lips, unwilling: "Then how should I take a bath?"

Shen Liang didn't care: "Let Aunt Zhang wash it for you."

Shao Quehan choked, "You——"

Shen Liang packed up the medicine box, patted his buttocks, and prepared to leave. Accompanying and sleeping with him is already very difficult, and even helping to take a bath, he is not the reincarnation of the Holy Mary.

However, before Shen Liang reached the door, he was dragged back by a force. When he looked back, he saw that it was Shao Quehan. He was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Shao Quehan's face was cold, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "...Did I let you go?"

Shen Liang looked at him leisurely: "No, and then?"

Shao Quehan said nothing: "..."

Shen Liang thought he's being coquettish: "I will leave if you don't speak."

Shao Quehan's tone was stiff: "Help me take a bath."

Shen Liang pretended not to hear: "What did you say?"

Shao Quehan directly dragged him into the bathroom, his face was cold and his ears were burning red: "Help me take a bath."

...

"Shua la la ——" After the shower was turned on, hot air filled the entire bathroom in an instant, and the mirror also blurred.

Shen Liang leaned against the tile wall with no expression on his face, and finally succumbed to the authority. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and stared at Shao Quehan: "What are you doing in a daze, take it off."

The words of a hooligan.

Shao Quehan felt a little regretful now, and felt that his brain must have been kicked by a donkey to let Shen Liang wash it for him. He turned around under the cover of the mist, and then swished to undo the button of his shirt, but because of his flustered movements, he couldn't undo it no matter what.

It's half past nine in the evening. In order to preserve his health, Shen Liang must go to bed before twelve o'clock. Seeing that Shao Quehan didn't take off his clothes for a long time, he walked directly behind him, like a little hooligan: "If you don't take off your clothes, I will take them off for you."

Shao Quehan froze: "..."

Shen Liang lowered his eyes calmly, but saw Shao Quehan's white ears were so red that they could bleed, and he frowned in doubt. He continued to look down, only to find that the opponent's shirt had been undone by half, but was stuck on the last few buttons.

"I'll help you."

Shen Liang ignored Shao Quehan's alluring collarbone and the half-open front of his clothes, and wrapped his hands around him from behind to help him unbutton him.

From a distance, it looked as if he was hugging Shao Quehan, and his warm breath sprayed on his neck, making his heart beat wildly.