The beauty god is forced to love every day

Chapter 209 Commander, You Have Violated the Rules 31

Yan Qing was tortured by drug addiction and lost his mind. He felt like he was being bitten by bugs all over his body. The disgusting bugs were gnawing at his hands, blood vessels, and everything...

He felt like he was thrown into a lake in the cold winter. He was shivering with cold, and his veins were bulging under his thin skin.

A suppressed groan of pain came from his throat, his body trembled involuntarily, and every cell was screaming in pain.

He rolled around on the bed in pain and accidentally fell to the ground with a loud thud, hitting his head on the ground.

The pain made him sober for a moment, and his mind quickly went over what was wrong with him.

He immediately thought of milk. He used to drink it once a day, but since Zhong Yuan left, he seemed to drink more and more every day.

The time spent in coma began to increase, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Now he thinks that he might have been infected at that time.

When Zhong Yuan heard the sound, he immediately pushed open the door and saw Yan Qing curled up on the ground.

He shouted anxiously, "Qingqing."

He quickly stepped forward, picked the person up, and kissed Yan Qing's forehead lovingly, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"That's why you have to suffer like this."

Yan Qing still had a bit of rationality left and clutched Zhong Yuan's clothes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly with endless fragility.

"A Yuan, I'm addicted to drugs. I'm afraid... it's the milk at home."

Zhong Yuan was stunned for a moment. He never thought it was a family problem. He felt even more guilty because it was he who asked Qingqing to drink a cup every day.

If it weren't for this, wouldn't Qingqing...

Yan Qing naturally saw what Zhong Yuan was thinking. She raised her eyelids with great effort and stroked Zhong Yuan's eyebrows with her trembling hands.

"It's not your fault, A Yuan... If I can't hold on, just tie me up. I don't want to become a useless person like that."

"OK."

Zhong Yuan nodded with difficulty, placed Yan Qing on his lap, and kissed the corners of his lips and cheeks gently.

"Qingqing, it's okay. It will be fine. We will face it together. I will be with you."

Yan Qing gritted her teeth, tried her best to enunciate clearly, and explained the last thing, "A Yuan, I want Shen Yao to be safe and sound."

"Okay." Zhong Yuan agreed immediately. He felt Yan Qing's body trembling, probably because of the drug addiction.

Yan Qing's fingers were tightly grasping the clothes on her chest, as if this could alleviate the pain that felt like thousands of ants gnawing at her heart.

My breathing became rapid and disordered, and I gasped for breath in big gulps, as if the air had become extremely thin.

My eyes began to blur and the scene before my eyes became unclear. Only the endless pain continued to magnify in my mind.

Zhong Yuan could do nothing at this time. He just hugged Yan Qing tightly, and his chest seemed to be hollowed out.

Very empty........very painful.....

Throughout the night and into the day, Yan Qing was tortured by drug addiction. Although he was unconscious, he never cried out in pain.

He slowly curled up his body, hugged his knees tightly with his arms, and buried his head in them, like a wounded little animal.

One person endures it alone...

Zhong Yuan felt distressed, so he held the little thing in his arms and stayed with him through it all.

As the three days passed, Qingqing looked even weaker. Her already fair face was now as white as paper without a trace of blood.

Zhong Yuan didn't look well either. He didn't dare sleep. When he felt sleepy, he just drank coffee or tea. He stayed with him like this for three days.

Never closed an eye.

Day 4, Day 5......

On the seventh day, Yan Qing clearly felt on the verge of collapse, and a painful groan came from his throat.

The voice was weak and desperate, as if it was a wail coming from the depths of the soul.

After holding on for the entire morning, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and begged Zhong Yuan, "Give me just a little bit, just a little bit..."

Zhong Yuan was a little drowsy at first, but he woke up in an instant and coaxed her softly, "Qingqing, no, we won't smoke, be good."

"No, give it to me..." Yan Qing seemed to be completely controlled by drug addiction and indulged himself completely.

He rubbed Zhong Yuan's ears and begged incoherently, "Ah Yuan, I feel uncomfortable... I'm in pain... Please touch me."

He took Zhong Yuan's hand and placed it on his chest, "There is a bug biting me here. It bit through my flesh and got into my bones."

"It's biting me inside, it hurts... Can you help me?"

Zhong Yuan couldn't bear to be cruel to Yan Qing when facing such a person. He really wanted to support him to smoke opium for the rest of his life, but he really couldn't.

This would ruin Qingqing's life, he couldn't...

His throat was dry and astringent. After a long while, he finally refused with difficulty, "No...Qingqing, let's try harder."

“I’m about to quit.”

Yan Qing stared at Zhong Yuan in confusion, her eyes no longer clear, and grabbed Zhong Yuan's arm, "I can't quit, Zhong Yuan, give it to me!"

Zhong Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing, just hugging Yan Qing tightly. Every time he twitched, his heart ached.

Like being pierced by an arrow...

Yan Qing suddenly screamed, "Zhong Yuan, do you want me to die? If you want me to die, why don't you give it to me?"

Zhong Yuan stared at her in a daze. Before he could say anything, Yan Qing somehow found the strength to break free from his embrace.

He ran towards the door, but after a few steps, Zhong Yuan grabbed his arm and started to hit the culprit who had imprisoned him madly.

Zhong Yuan was slapped hard in the face and felt a burning pain on his face, but he didn't care. He held Yan Qing's shoulders and was about to carry her back.

This is what the doctor calls the most serious stage, when the person is unconscious and crazy. At this time, he should be tied up, both for the patient's safety and for your own safety.

But he was unwilling to tie Yan Qing up, so he restrained her two flailing hands and carried her back to the bed.

With strong hands, he raised both hands above his head and pressed the person under him. He changed his gentle look and kissed him fiercely.

"If you have the energy to do this, I'm a fan of you."

He doesn't care about day or night, no matter what time it is, as long as Yan Qing is addicted to drugs, he will...

But after a long time, no one could hold on, so he took drugs. Sometimes when Yan Qing's drug addiction was severe, he fed Qing Qing drugs mouth to mouth.

Sometimes one is not enough, so two...

Feed Qingqing one, then he will eat two......

Sometimes Qingqing fainted, and he would hold her in his arms to catch her breath, or give her some tonic food.

Anyway, if Qingqing can't quit, then there's no point for him to live.

I have a miserable life, just to do...