PBMM CH32

He rushed forward abruptly, wanting to pull the person down, but someone else moved even faster and carried the youth down.

“Let me go!! Let me die!! I beg you! Ah!!!” The agonizing and despairing screams exploded like thunder in Yan Xizhi’s ears. Looking at the pathetically struggling youth who had completely lost his former gentle demeanor, he wished he could stab himself to death with a single knife.

It was all because of him!

If it weren’t for him, how could A-Qing have been infected with vn!

And that damn Lin Wan! Zhao He!

Even if he, Yan Xizhi, died! He would drag them down to hell with him!

He Qing had completely broken down at this moment. With an even more unbearable pain than before inflicted upon his body, he struggled madly, but no matter what, he couldn’t escape Ning Feng’s steel-like, tightly clamping arms. “Let me go!! I beg you, let me go! Ning Feng!!”

Ning Feng let him beat and claw at him. His eyes were full of bloodshot veins, terrifyingly red. His voice was hoarse and raspy as he said, “A-Qing, it will get better…”

“Don’t leave…”

Even when his heart ached day and night, feeling like it was being pierced by an awl every single moment, Ning Feng had never cried. But now, looking at the excruciatingly pained He Qing, Ning Feng’s eyes were bloodshot. How he wished that the one in pain right now was himself!

If it were him, he could endure it. But A-Qing, how could A-Qing endure such torment…

“A-Qing! A-Qing, don’t be agitated first! Listen to me…” Yan Xizhi tried hard to calm the youth down. “I went to see an expert yesterday, and the expert said…”

“A-Qing!!”

Feng Xinyang had originally just wanted to check on the youth, but unexpectedly, right as he reached the door, he heard He Qing’s tragic screams. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open and came in, perfectly locking eyes with the pain-filled, despairingly looking-up youth.

“Xinyang…” The youth, held by Ning Feng, stared blankly at him, no longer screaming or shouting…

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief and Ning Feng slowly lowered his arms, the youth rushed in front of Feng Xinyang with a face full of ecstatic joy. “Xinyang! Xinyang!!”

Feng Xinyang couldn’t figure out the situation, but looking at the youth staring at him with eyes full of joy, he suppressed the happiness in his heart and opened his arms to welcome He Qing’s arrival.

He Qing rushed into his embrace. The gauze-wrapped hands had re-opened their wounds from the previous struggle, fresh blood seeping out. Before Feng Xinyang could even feel his heart ache, the slightly less injured hand had already reached into his clothes pocket.

Oh no!

Feng Xinyang only had time to think of those two words. The next second, the youth joyfully pulled out two syringes. Looking at the transparent liquid inside, he was full of craving. Just being able to dig out the vn was already his limit; it was completely impossible for him to inject it himself. Thus, he looked up at the man with eyes full of hope. “Xinyang!! Xinyang! Quickly inject it for me! Hurry!”

Feng Xinyang looked behind the youth, meeting Ning Feng’s dark, gloomy gaze and Yan Xizhi’s face that looked as if he wished Feng Xinyang would die. He took a step back.

Seeing that Feng Xinyang still wouldn’t help him inject it, the youth, tortured out of his senses, struggled to hold up the syringe and hand it to him, speaking chaotically: “Xinyang, quickly help me! Didn’t you ask me to go with you? I’ll go with you! Just help me quickly! I feel so awful! So awful!! Hurry! Hurry and help me!”

His pain-filled face was completely twisted; one could not see at all that he had coldly rejected him earlier. Feng Xinyang should have been happy—didn’t he do all this just for this moment? But when He Qing actually agreed to go with him for the vn, exactly as he wished, his heart suddenly felt hollow.

A-Qing was not in a lucid state right now. When he woke up and remembered all this, given his personality, he would probably rather die than be with him!

Yan Xizhi right now wished that Feng Xinyang would just drop dead!!

“You bastard!!” Without giving Feng Xinyang time to react, Yan Xizhi rushed up and punched him squarely in the face. It was a completely real punch, showing no mercy, aimed specifically at the most fragile bridge of the nose.

“I should have killed you!! You ruined A-Qing! Go to hell!!”

Feng Xinyang didn’t react at first, but once he did, he unceremoniously struck back. “Yan Xizhi, you effeminate pansy!! It was clearly you! You’re the one who caused A-Qing to be infected with vn! You’re the one who cooperated with that bitch Lin Wan! If it weren’t for you! A-Qing and I would still be perfectly fine!!”

Ning Feng didn’t even look at them, walking straight to the corner. In the corner, the youth was hugging his knees, his back to them. His hands hurt so much they were shaking violently, yet he still tremblingly tried to pick up the syringe. “Once it’s injected, once it’s injected I’ll be fine…”

“A-Qing…”

The man heard the youth murmuring: “Soon, soon it won’t hurt anymore. So uncomfortable, it’s so uncomfortable…”

Yan Xizhi had been brawling with Feng Xinyang, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the syringe in the youth’s hand. His eyes widened abruptly. “A-Qing! No!!”

If A-Qing took the second injection, there would be no turning back ever again!

His mind only had time to register this one thought. He shoved Feng Xinyang away and desperately rushed to He Qing’s side, wanting to snatch the syringe from his hands, but was vigilantly dodged by the youth. The once gentle eyes were full of chaos; he could no longer recognize who this was. “Go away!! Don’t try to steal mine… this is mine…”

“A-Qing…” Looking at the youth whose hands were covered in blood, yet who still struggled to bring his two hands together to grip the syringe, Yan Xizhi froze…

That gentle, mild youth… had he ultimately been ruined by him?

By him…

By Yan Xizhi…

He didn’t have time to overthink it. He chased after him to snatch the syringe. He Qing defended it to the death, and Yan Xizhi didn’t dare use too much force for fear of hurting him. In the end, no one knew exactly how it happened.

Fresh blood flowed down the man’s exquisite face. Yan Xizhi covered his face, feeling a handful of blood. Disregarding his own injury, he hurriedly covered the palm-length gash, and flashed a smile at the youth who was gripping the syringe in his teeth with the needle pointing towards him. “A-Qing, A-Qing it’s fine… it’s just a small scratch…”

The youth stared at him blankly. Stimulated by the fresh blood, his clouded gaze gradually cleared up. He looked down at the vn dangling from his mouth. Under Yan Xizhi’s despairing gaze, he abruptly lowered his head to stab it into his own arm, but before he could inject it, Ning Feng delivered a sharp chop to his neck, and he collapsed limply.

Yan Xizhi clutched the side of his face that was dripping with blood. Only after making sure He Qing had fainted and couldn’t see him did he slowly release his hand. He faced the glass window, which vaguely reflected a figure. One half of the face was still exquisite and beautiful, but the other half was slashed open with a long gash. It wasn’t about the width, but the depth was enough to be chilling.

He casually wiped away the blood, ignoring the pain on his face, and looked at the bruised and swollen Feng Xinyang with a vicious gaze. “Do you realize! You almost ruined A-Qing!”

“If you let him inject vn for the second time, his lifespan would absolutely not exceed three years!”

While furious, Yan Xizhi was also rejoicing. Thank goodness, thank goodness he stopped it in time. Even though he paid the price of his face, for A-Qing’s sake, he was perfectly willing!

Right in the midst of his rejoicing, however, he saw Feng Xinyang’s face suddenly turn deathly pale—

[I don’t understand what you are playing at.] The system was as steady as ever: [Tangling with these people whose favorability has already reached a hundred brings no benefit, and your points will not increase.]

He Qing was lying on the bed, quietly playing the role of a sick beauty. Hearing the system’s words, he blinked slightly: [Grasshoppers tied to the same string. If you don’t catch the ones in front, how do you catch the ones in the back?]

[But speaking of which, I also wanted to do something for this body. Otherwise, letting it pass by so blandly would be too unfair to him.]

The life of Doctor He Qing: his family was destroyed in his youth, but as an orphan, he refused to give up, striving hard to live out his own life. The result was that, because of a disgusting game, right in front of his first love, he was humiliated by his current boyfriend and someone he wasn’t familiar with at all. Following that, he was ruthlessly abandoned. Before he could even recover, Lin Wan, who had returned to the country, set her sights on him—this lamb who had nearly ruined her plans back then.

Just like in this world, Lin Wan meticulously planned the kidnapping, but unexpectedly, Zhao He wasn’t even willing to show up. She abandoned her original idea of directly killing him to silence him, and instead injected vn into his body.

In the end, under agonizing torment, he fell into the water and drowned. The final scene He Qing saw was Doctor He Qing, now a corpse, covered layer upon layer by waterweeds. Above the waterweeds were the trio of playboys, meeting up to eat, drink, and be merry, discussing where they should start looking for their next target.

[Hmm… I always feel like these punishments still aren’t enough… Since I have already walked through the original host’s life path according to the original world, from here on out, I’ll freestyle!]

[As long as you’re happy.]

Feng Xinyang squatted on the ground, looking as if he had lost his soul. Yan Xizhi’s hands were flying across the keyboard, his peach-blossom eyes fixed dead on the screen. The wound on his face was no longer bleeding, but the mangled area was intensely scarlet. Not knowing if it was for self-punishment or what, he merely wiped it off simply, doing no other treatment.

Ning Feng sat opposite him, struck the final key, and closed his laptop. “Go bring Lin Wan here.”

“Alright.” Yan Xizhi, with half of his face exquisite and the other half mangled, looked incredibly bizarre and ugly. He, who had always loved beauty, had absolutely no thought of covering it up. He stood up and was about to head out.

Feng Xinyang stood up weakly, “I’ll go too.”

“No.” Ning Feng looked at him, “You go apologize to A-Qing. After apologizing, go turn yourself in.”

Yan Xizhi’s footsteps paused. With half of his face mangled and his hands full of wounds, in just a short two days, he had gone from a superstar who cherished his reputation to this ghostly appearance. He lowered his head and said softly: “Once A-Qing is settled down, I’ll go too.”

His eyes were red. Facing Ning Feng with his mangled half-face, his gaze was full of pleading: “You will take good care of him, right?”

The man nodded, his tone firm: “I will.”

“That’s good…” The half-exquisite, half-mangled face revealed a dismal, self-mocking smile. “To think that, after all that fighting over him, it’s you who reaped the benefit.”

It was just that… A-Qing… didn’t have much time left…

If A-Qing didn’t hate him, if he hadn’t done those things back then, if…

Feng Xinyang paced outside the door for a long time before hanging his head and walking in. The moment he entered, the youth, who was quietly reading a book on the bed, flashed him a pleasantly surprised smile. His gaze was clear, his bright, sparkling eyes looking at him: “You’re here!”

Feng Xinyang froze, looking at He Qing. He was indeed smiling at him, without the slightest hint of blame. The youth on the bed smiled and waved at him. The handsome man felt wild joy mixed with disbelief in his heart. He sat by the bedside, and the gently smiling youth leaned dependently into his embrace.

“I missed you so much lately, but you never came to see me.” His gentle voice carried a soft, spoiled tone. The decadence in Feng Xinyang’s heart was washed away bit by bit. Suppressing his wild joy, he asked, “A-Qing, have you forgiven me?”

“Of course, how could I blame you!”

Hit by this massive, pleasant surprise, just as Feng Xinyang couldn’t hold back a huge, wide grin, the youth’s voice, brimming with deep affection, sounded by his ear:

“A-He, when are we going home?”