The sick beauty became popular after she brought her ex to the show

Su Ye's actions were passionate and almost bold. Under the cover of the moonlight, he stretched out his hand towards the tall, cold and gloomy figure in front of him.

Careful, light, yet containing an unspeakable urgency.

"Xi Yu. Xi Yu"

He was so absorbed in whispering the name that he had already wrapped his thin arms around Xi Yu's neck. As he wished, he felt the familiar scorching heat coming to him, burning his back and making it shiver.

There were dangers everywhere, but Su Ye didn't care at all.

Xi Yu in the field of vision did not move at all, but did not push him away either. He just silently let Su Ye hold him in his arms, and even leaned over slightly to steady Su Ye's movements when Su Ye was unstable.

"very nice."

Su Ye muttered to himself.

His auditory hallucinations were so severe that he often heard sounds that should not exist, such as hearing the ticking of a clock in an empty room, or hearing a familiar and pleasant greeting when he woke up in the morning.

He hadn't told anyone, and the only one who was somewhat aware of his condition was his mother, Su Yun. Su Yun was weak by nature, and she once tried to ask about Su Ye's condition despite her illness, with an unconcealed worry beneath her calm tone.

But Su Ye did not tell the truth.

He was not the kind of person who would not blush when telling a lie, and in most cases there was no need to lie. But this was the only thing he kept carefully in his heart, not wanting anyone to know, like hiding a piece of candy, afraid that someone would covet it and take it away.

This is his only remaining connection with Xi Yu, and at least he can rely on this to support himself and move on.

If even this is gone.
If even this is gone.
Su Ye didn't know what he would become.

So he didn't go to see a doctor, and even rejected all well-intentioned temptations, allowing his condition to become more serious and allowing himself to slide into the boundless edge of consciousness.

Because of this, I can hear Xi Yu's voice again.

Although his auditory hallucinations were severe, they rarely developed into visual hallucinations. This was the first time he saw Xi Yu clearly in a vision.

Su Ye had no time to worry about whether his illness was too serious and that caused the hallucination to be so clear, even the touch was so distinct.

He only knew that Xi Yu was right in front of him, appearing in the corner of his pain again, coming to comfort him.

"That's great." Su Ye repeated.

He allowed himself to indulge in the illusion, but he also knew that the scenes in the illusion reflected his deepest desires.

The reason why Xi Yu treated him so silently and gently was entirely because he wanted to do so. It was out of his own selfish desire and had nothing to do with Xi Yu's own will.

Xi Yu five years later would never face him like this, Su Ye reminded himself again and again, and then once again catered to the overly vivid and real environment.

Xi Yu in the illusion remained silent. Su Ye had just overcome the feeling of suffocation with the help of drugs, and was still breathing rapidly in small gulps. At the same time, he couldn't wait to speak again, mixed with some dissatisfaction that he himself was not aware of.

It even sounds like coquettishness.

"Xi Yu, kiss me."

The gloomy figure against the moonlight moved, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at Su Ye who was lying on his back on the bed but propped himself up to reach out to the moonlight.

Su Ye's face was flushed, the color caused by the surge of qi and blood due to the feeling of suffocation.

It should have been an unhealthy complexion, but I don’t know if it was because the moonlight was too cold or Su Ye’s eyes were too straightforward, the color became sickly, moving and gorgeous.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Su Ye's forehead, sticking to his snow-white skin like oozing dew, wetting his long light-colored hair, which then meandered and stuck to his forehead obediently. That obedience was exactly the same as Su Ye's action of hugging the figure.

"Xi Yu."

Su Ye urged again in a low voice, his eyes began to become confused, as if he didn't understand why his hallucinations were not driven by himself.

The dark figure was getting closer and closer in Su Ye's field of vision, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Until Su Ye felt a strand of hair brushing against his cheek.

Su Ye got what he wanted.

He hugged the figure even tighter, as if he was afraid that this beautiful illusion would be fleeting. He clasped his hands behind the figure's neck, intertwining his fingers and locking them tightly, like an octopus wrapped around a clay pot, making it look terrible.

Su Ye didn't care about these.

He didn't want to think about what he looked like in the eyes of others, or whether this appearance was too shocking. He just wanted to keep Xi Yu in his illusion, even if only for a moment.

The back of Su Ye's head was also held down, and her long hair was twisted slightly between the fingertips of another person, making a slight sound.

But after a moment, when Su Ye was still unsatisfied, the figure let him go, as if he didn't want to continue under the dim moonlight.

Su Ye was in a daze, the only thing he could feel was the strong sense of loss and anxiety in his heart.

He fell on the bed, stretched out his hand to grab the collar of the figure who was leaning over to lift the corner of the quilt. His slender fingers exerted fierce force, relying on his own illusion, and threw his usual gentle appearance behind his mind. He had an expression of impatience and impatience, which made the mole at the end of his eyebrow even more dazzling.

A layer of heat from deep inside the body rose in the crook of his neck, making Su Ye sweat again. He twisted restlessly on the bed, trying to get rid of this feeling, while at the same time holding on to the figure with his five fingers.

Su Ye's voice sounded aggrieved, ethereal, and too pleasant to the ear.

"Xi Yu, pay attention to me."

After saying this, he tried to reach the figure again.

But the figure was silent for only a moment, without making any sound, and leaned slightly towards Su Ye.

Under the moonlight, Su Ye saw the pair of handsome peach blossom eyes, whose pupils were pitch black like bottomless pits.

"Su Ye, let go."

Su Ye refused and shook his head, his chaotic voice making a sound that was almost a mutter.
"No."

Those eyes were still looking at Su Ye, frighteningly bright, with some emotions hidden deep in their eyes that Su Ye had no time to react to. They just stared at Su Ye, as if they wanted to see all of Su Ye.

Su Ye's chest felt sore and he felt more confused and aggrieved. His fingertips scratched the straight but deformed collar in his hand.

"It shouldn't be like this. Why?" "It shouldn't be like this?"
The slightly magnetic voice seemed even deeper.

"What's wrong with me?"
"Su Ye, why do you think this happened?"
"What are you doing now?"

The figure asked a series of questions, and his tone sounded unexpectedly calm, as if he had no emotions.

With every question, Su Ye's fingers loosened a little.

In the end, Su Ye completely let go of his hand, and it hung in front of him like a broken thread.

"Yeah, why is that so?"

Su Ye's vision began to blur and tears welled up in his eyes. He stopped at the right time when he was about to cross the line. His eyes looked wet, like a child who could not understand the situation.

He didn't bother Xi Yu anymore.

Even Xi Yu in the illusion was repeatedly reminding Su Ye how he had treated the past five years.

Su Ye looked up at the ceiling, where the sparse and slanting shadows of the treetops under the moonlight were floating lightly, just like his confused and tangled thoughts.

He was so timid and ashamed that he did not reach out his hand to that figure again. He looked at the swaying moon shadows and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was not sound. When he woke up, Su Ye had a splitting headache, his limbs were slightly cold, and his whole body felt as if it was hanging by a weight, feeling heavy and anxious.

Perhaps because his mind was in a mess at night, Su Ye had many bizarre dreams in a daze.

The sky outside hadn't even lit up yet, with dark blue and deep purple intertwined, and the hands on the clock showed that it was still early in the morning.

Su Ye didn't remember when he fell asleep. His mind was filled with only the hazy hallucination. After lying in bed for a long time, he realized that he had only slept for less than two hours.

After waking up, Su Ye felt a little homesick and looked towards the window quietly.

There was no human figure, only a pure white gauze curtain that was half-drawn, casting a faint shadow.

Su Ye couldn't tell whether he was feeling disappointed or relieved.

"Meow."

Just when Su Ye was about to retract his depressed look, the shadow beside the gauze curtain moved, as if it had life, its outline surged, and it walked out lightly with its limbs.

Su Ye's downcast eyes froze, widened, and became round, leaving a dazed look on his face.

It was a pure black long-haired Maine Coon cat.

The pure black Maine Coon cat walked to Su Ye's bed at a leisurely pace, with its fluffy tail stretched out and the tip of the tail swaying slightly. It casually jumped onto an armchair beside Su Ye's bed, and then squatted there very proudly.

The Maine Coon cat was very large. When it squatted on the armchair, Su Ye vaguely thought that there was someone squatting there, staring at him gloomily and quietly.

How come there is a cat?

Su Ye subconsciously looked at the door and found that it was not closed tightly and was slightly ajar.

Su Ye couldn't quite remember whether the door was closed before going to bed, but Xiao Yang was very careful and the security of the sanatorium was very complete, so it shouldn't be so easy for a cat to get in.

However, Su Ye didn't think much about it. His heart softened when he saw the beautiful long-haired Maine Coon.

This cat is really beautiful, with pure black fur without a trace of other colors. Its pupils are flaming gold with a little red and orange around the edges. It appears very arrogant when it looks at people.

Su Ye likes animals, and hesitated between the common words humans use to tease cats, such as "suck suck" and "mimi", thinking that no matter which word he used, it would not be suitable for this beautiful big cat.

The big black cat seemed to see through Su Ye's thoughts and narrowed its eyes slightly.

"Cat." Su Ye tried to reach out his hand and called the Maine Coon cat on the armchair opposite, "Come here, brother."

Su Ye felt a little itchy when looking at the beautiful fur of Maine Coon, but he was not sure whether the Maine Coon would pay attention to him.

After all, it looks very difficult to approach.

"Meow."
The Maine Coon moved, trimmed its whiskers slowly with its front paws, then stood up and stared at Su Ye, obviously not intending to move.

Su Ye felt itchy and patted his knees lightly, "Come here, cat, let brother hug you."

Maine shook his head slightly, as if he didn't understand.

Su Ye suddenly realized, pursed his lips slightly, blinked his eyes, and spoke tentatively, feeling very embarrassed.
"Meow?"

As soon as he spoke, Su Ye couldn't help but pursed his lips.
It's not appropriate for a person in his twenties to secretly imitate a cat's meow.

"Gulu gulu."

When Su Ye lowered his head to reflect on himself, a huge thing suddenly pushed into his arms, snoring, and found a comfortable position in Su Ye's arms as if it was natural, tilting its head and staring at Su Ye with its red-gold eyes.

"Cat?"

Su Ye opened his eyes wide.

Maine purred again, looking very relaxed and enjoying himself.

"It's so warm." Su Ye couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to put his arms around Maine, Maine suddenly stood up in his arms and put his paws on Su Ye's shoulders.

The Maine Coon licked Su Ye's cheek. The cat's tongue was thorny and it made Su Ye's cheek slightly numb.

"Wow" Su Ye couldn't help laughing. His forehead touched Maine's erect ears, and then he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something stuck on his forehead.

He raised his hand and pulled it off.

It was a soft fever-reducing patch, which was warmed by his forehead.

(End of this chapter)