C11 Chapter 11

In the end, Qian Ye still went to buy some gauze. The convenience store that was open twenty-four hours a day and the man who was lying in his shop and making blood all over the floor gave him a reason to buy gauze. Maybe I should buy a bottle of air freshener, too, to fill the room with the smell of blood and the damn smell of smoke.

There was a sound in the room, like a rat eating something.

"Hey!" Can I have a glass of water? Hello? "Sir?"

After his thoughts were interrupted, Qian Ye looked away from the air freshener in his hands. He raised his head and saw a man covered in bandages and gauze sitting not far away from him. The man had a bath and changed his clothes, he was wearing Qian Ye's shirt and pants, and due to his height, Qian Ye's clothes and pants were all too small for him. The man was eating the biscuits that Qian Ye had just bought, one by one.

Qian Ye didn't expect him to be able to use that container so quickly.

Seeing him not say anything, the man grinned. His originally handsome face now had a hint of a ruffian look, but it was not annoying. Qian Ye was surprised for a moment but didn't show it. Although he still had wounds on his face, it was hard to tell how old this man was.

"Can I have a glass of water if you don't mind?" He asked politely yet ingratiatingly, not looking at all like he did just now.

Qian Ye didn't say anything. It was hard to tell if he was happy or not. He turned around and went downstairs. In less than a minute, he came back with a bottle of water in his hand. He waved his hand and tossed it towards the man.

The man caught it skillfully, using the less bandaged hand. He opened the lid and drank, muttering, "If I tell you to be good, then you'll really bring me water! I'd rather have a beer -- "

Qian Ye pushed his glasses and looked at him lazily. Even though he said that, the man still drank two-thirds of the bottle in a few seconds.

"Ha ~ ~!" How cool! The feeling of being hungry is really terrible! " When he had drunk enough, the man let out a long breath and smiled in satisfaction, "I didn't expect that the sweet taste of the tea was so tasty!" After saying that, he looked at Qian Ye and smiled a little evilly, "It's much better than your bread!"

Qian Ye pretended not to hear him and asked with the corner of his mouth: "Are you full?"

"En!" Nodding, he looked at his wounds and said: "Speaking of which, your bandaging skills are really not bad!"

"Then you can leave." The tone of a direct command did not even contain a doubt. Of course, for Qian Ye, a person who barged into his house didn't need to be polite to him.

As if realizing that he was such a person, the man didn't show the slightest bit of surprise or anger. Or rather, he was the one who was saved. He didn't have the right to be angry in the first place! Although he was not a burglar, but...

"Can I ask you a question?"

Qian Ye nodded his head as he felt he wouldn't leave if he didn't ask. The biscuit had already been eaten, so answering a few more questions wouldn't be a big deal.

"Why did you save me?" There were some old-fashioned questions, but they were also the ones that he wanted to know the most.

"I just don't want you to dirty my floor again." Qian Ye spoke with a serious expression, and his expression didn't have any flaws.

The man touched his face and said in disappointment, "I never knew that my life was not as important as the cleanliness of the floor." "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Qian Ye glanced at him. He knew that there would be people who would be scared. In the middle of the night, a stranger was hiding in the corner of your house, eating your bread and covered in blood. However, Qian Ye wasn't afraid.

He had nothing to fear, and nothing to fear from him.

He adjusted his glasses and asked, "Is there something you want to do that frightens me?"

As if everything had been seen through, the man laughed twice and combed his half-wet hair. "You sure are not as calm as usual!" and it makes me feel unreal -- "

"Then can my screams bring you back to reality?" Qian Ye smiled, his expression seemed to be telling the man that if he said yes, he might really scream.

"Forget it!" I don't want anyone to think there's been a murder in the middle of the night! " The man held up one hand to signal, and with the other he took another biscuit.

Qian Ye laughed in his heart. Didn't the man look like a murder case just now?

"You're the boss here?" the man asked suddenly.

"How many more questions do you want to ask?" Qian Ye asked in reply. He walked to the window and opened it. Although his bloodstained clothes had been thrown away, the room still reeked of blood. Only he could smell it. When he turned around, the man was already standing behind Qian Ye. Qian Ye frowned and looked up.

The man's smile was very strange, even somewhat malicious. He lowered his head slightly and put his hands on the windowsill, placing Qian Ye between himself and the wall in the standard coquettish posture.

"Are you really not afraid that I'm a bad person?" The man's voice was deliberately lowered, carrying a thick nasal tone.

Bad people? What a new noun!

"What kind of villain?"

"Will --" The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said with a smile: "Bad guy for doing bad things to you!"

Qian Ye resisted the urge to laugh and made a gesture that surprised the man. He lowered his head and reached out a hand to slowly stroke the man's waist. His skin was partially covered by the white cloth, and he was almost touching and testing the movement. In that moment, he felt the man's body stiffen.

Laughing soundlessly, his slender fingers began to slowly move upwards, his fingers seemed to slide across the water surface, slowly arriving at the other party's chest, stopping where there was no gauze wrapping.

He could feel his heart beating.

"You …" The man's voice carried a hint of doubt.

Qian Ye slowly raised his head, pointed his index finger at the man's chest and smiled sinisterly, "Before you do anything bad, I want to say something first. You might have internal bleeding, it's better to go to the hospital quickly." At the end of his sentence, the corner of Qian Ye's eyes curved down.

He didn't know if it was just a psychological effect, but as soon as Qian Ye finished his sentence, the man felt his blood boil. As for where he was heading to, even he himself did not know.

"Damn it!" Was this a curse? The man frowned and cursed softly.

Finally, Qian Ye laughed, with a hint of success and a hint of contempt, because in essence, he knew that with a man's current look, don't talk about doing bad things, it would be good if he didn't vomit blood and die. The more he thought about it, the more amused he became. It was probably because he hadn't seen anything so funny for a long time, so he reached out to take off his glasses to wipe the corner of his eyes, then brought them back.

The familiar action caused the man in front of him to be stunned for a moment. For a moment, he felt that the man in front of him was smiling like a fox, and his eyes behind his glasses weren't as cold as they looked.

This was his' savior '?

"Just you alone?" The man asked this question as soon as he opened his mouth, but even he didn't know what it meant.

Qian Ye crossed his arms behind his back and asked in amusement, "What? You want to repay me? Or do you think it's easier for me to do it alone? "

The man sighed. Just when he didn't know what to say, he realized that the gauze on his arm had spread out. He raised his hand towards Qian Ye as if he found a way out, and asked with a smile, "Can you help me wrap it up again?"

Qian Ye glanced at him and stretched out his hands. Suddenly, one of his hands was grabbed, and when he looked up, all he saw was the man's smiling face, as if he was watching a good show.

His wrist was tightly clenched. Although it didn't hurt, he was still unable to break free. Qian Ye thought for a bit and used his free hand to pick up one end of the gauze cloth. Then he slowly lowered his head and bit the loose end of the gauze cloth, this action of his seemed a little dangerous, but the man felt it but didn't move. It was only for a few seconds and time seemed to have stopped.

Qian Ye pulled fiercely on his mouth and hands at the same time to tie the loosened knot again. However, the strength that he used was no small matter.

"Ooo ~!" With a groan, the man swallowed the scream back into his stomach. At the same time, he loosened his grip on Qian Ye.

Qian Ye opened his mouth and licked his lips. A smug look appeared on his face as if he had sucked the blood of a man.

"You really are —" The man who was in so much pain that cold sweat flowed down his face spoke hoarsely. He didn't know where this man had gotten such strength from, but he felt as if his hand was being strangled.

Qian Ye slowly rewrapped the gauze.

The man stretched out his arm, wrapping it in the right way. It was just that …

"Your technique is really good! If it's possible, you don't mind telling me your name! " He did want to repay Qian Ye, or perhaps he just left without knowing a thing.

Suddenly feeling very cold, Qian Ye turned around and slowly closed the window. Then he turned around, as if a century had passed. The man looked at him, still waiting for the answer.

In the silence of the surroundings, a soft sigh was heard, followed by a calm voice …

"Qian Ye."

"Are you really not afraid of me doing something bad to you?" One of the man's foot had already stepped out of the door, and he turned to ask the person behind him.

Qian Ye leaned his back against the counter and smiled disapprovingly. "Not every man can do something to a person of the same gender." The age of homosexuality didn't seem to have arrived yet, did it?

The man smiled. "What if I'm one of the few who can do anything to men of the same sex?"

Qian Ye didn't say anything. After watching him silently for a moment, she said, "But I'm not."

The man raised an eyebrow, then shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to tell if he was satisfied with the answer or not. He turned around and waved to Qian Ye as he walked into the night.

Before he left, he said his name. However, Qian Ye didn't hear it, or rather, he didn't remember it at all.

The empty surroundings were still filled with the smell of blood.

Feeling tired, Qian Ye took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was dark around him, so he couldn't tell what time it was. In any case, it should be dawn soon, right?

Looking at the blood on the floor, Qian Ye sighed. He wondered if he could clean up the blood before dawn.

Otherwise, this place would become a murder scene in the morning.

When he squatted down to wipe the floor, there was a cigarette butt on the floor. Qian Ye picked up the cigarette butt from the blood stain and looked at the end of the cigarette.

A strange feeling came over him. After a long time, Qian Ye squeezed the cigarette in his hand-- ruthlessly.