Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

8.17 - Distressed

　　"I'm worried. What if I fall in love with you? What should I do?"

　　Just as Shen Mian expected, the man said without hesitation: "Then I will like you. I will always like you."

　　No matter how many worlds he has changed, this man has never changed. He is as confident, arrogant, and extremely proud as ever. No one can change what he has determined, so his thoughts are the easiest to guess.

　　Shen Mian raised her hand and gently stroked his black hair, soothing him like smooth hair, and whispered, "You are good in every way, but you just don't like me."

　　"I like you."

　　Sheng Xiaosan grabbed his wrist and said very seriously, "I like you." 

　　Shen Mian was stunned for a moment, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, stretched out his index finger, gently tapped the man's strong and broad chest, and said, "Is there really only me here?"

　　Sheng Xiaosan said, "Of course, I have only liked you, and there will only be you here in the future."

　　But Shen Mian shook his head: "There are three people living in this body, three independent souls, and even this eagerly beating heart is divided into three equal parts. In this way, can you still say that there is only me here?"

　　Sheng Xiaosan frowned and said, "I don't care about theirs, but I will give you the share that belongs to me."

　　These words sounded really touching.

　　Shen Mian deliberately sighed and said, "You can ignore them, but I can't. The person I live with day and night is a complete individual in front of me, not just Sheng Xiaosan. You can't always be with me. When you are not around, I have to face them. Just like you are hugging me to sleep at this moment, but it may not be you who wakes up with me tomorrow morning."

　　The man clenched his hand tightly and remained silent.

　　Shen Mian knew his temper quite well. Seeing him like this, he knew that he was angry, so he asked: "Who are you angry with, me? Or yourself?"

　　Sheng Xiaosan said angrily: "You know it in your heart." 

　　Shen Mian couldn't help but smile, nodded, and said: "It is precisely because I know it that I don't want to make a mistake. I'm sorry that I am a selfish and cowardly person. The person I love must belong to me completely. If not, then I would rather not have it. I also know that it is impossible to tell who is right or wrong in this matter. You are angry because you can't do anything, right?"

　　Sheng Xiaosan's face suddenly sank. He stood up and paced in the dark like a trapped animal. Suddenly, he grabbed Shen Mian's shoulder and gritted his teeth and said: "Xu Mu, there is no one more hateful than you in this world!"

　　Shen Mian's eyebrows were slightly curved, and he said: "But you just like me."

　　Yes, he just likes him. It is irrefutable.

　　Even the young man's smile and provocation at this time made him feel fascinated! There has never been anyone who made him love her so deeply, who made him crazy and obsessed. Why did it have to be this abominable and hateful person? Why couldn't this person like him too?

　　Why couldn't it belong to him?

　　His eyes became darker and darker. He suddenly pressed Shen Mian under him, lifted his chin, and his eyes lingered on the two moist and delicate red petals, but he didn't move for a long time.

　　Shen Mian was startled, then pushed him away and said, "No."

　　"No what?" Sheng Xiaosan asked.

　　Shen Mian said, "No matter what you are thinking."

　　For the furious man at this moment, any refusal would undoubtedly be a provocation, and he could not stand any provocation. His fingertips slowly rubbed the soft and plump red petals, and Sheng Xiaosan suddenly pulled his lower lip and said, "Old Second often says that I don't use my brain, that I only know how to rush forward, and that I am an irrational actionist. He is right."

　　He leaned over and whispered in Shen Mian's ear, "But many times, action is more useful than reason."

　　Shen Mian was stunned, and the man suddenly turned his head and captured his lips.

　　Shen Mian pretended to curse twice, but was soon blocked by the man's lips and tongue, swallowing all the words into his stomach, leaving only broken moans.

　　At dawn, Shen Mian woke up in exhaustion, his body seemed not to be his own. The man leaned over and kissed him carefully, and the red marks on his collarbone became more and more gorgeous. 

　　After tasting the marrow, he knew the taste. This man was not a person who could suppress his temper. He pressed him down and tossed him all night last night. Now Shen Mian didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, so he could only let him do it.

　　Sheng Xiaosan noticed that he was awake, and kissed him between the eyebrows, and whispered, "I will find a way to deal with your worries, but it will take some time, wait for me."

　　Shen Mian closed his eyes

　　and said nothing. "Xu Mu, don't ignore me." This man kissed and coaxed, and Shen Mian was disturbed, so he could only open his eyes and curse, "Get lost."

　　Sheng Xiaosan said, "I won't leave. I'll stay with you."

　　The man put his slightly rough palm on his waist and abdomen and rubbed it, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

　　Shen Mian said, "Yaoyao will come to my room soon and have breakfast with me."

　　"So what."

　　Shen Mian said, "You are shameless, but I still want it."

　　"He will know sooner or later, whether it is his life experience or our relationship."

　　"I will tell him about his life experience, but not now. As for us, what is our relationship?" He pushed away the sticky large dog beside him, put on his shirt, tugged at the hem hard, just covering his snow-white breasts, he sat down on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, crossed his legs, straight and slender, white, perfect like a carefully carved jade doll.

　　After drinking the water, he licked his lips, and his pink lips became more and more lustrous. He said, "I call you a fuck buddy if you've slept with me once. You don't think that if you slept with me, I'm yours? Have you forgotten that I used to have a lot of fun. I heard that I slept with many people. I know several of them. If everyone I slept with was like you, how could I live?"

　　Sheng Xiaosan was silent and walked to him.

　　Shen Mian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, didn't you have enough fun last night? Do you want to continue?"

　　The man didn't say anything, but suddenly half-knelt at his feet and grabbed his slender ankle. The hot temperature made Shen Mian tremble. He struggled hard, but the man held it tightly, obviously not intending to let go.

　　"What are you doing..."

　　His words stopped abruptly. The man half-knelt at his feet, applied a little ointment to the purple wound on his calf, and massaged it gently.

　　The man lowered his head and said, "I know you are angry, and you said those words to irritate me, but don't belittle yourself, not at any time, I will feel bad." He leaned over and gave Shen Mian a particularly hot kiss on the white and soft instep of her feet.

　　Shen Mian's heart suddenly hurt, and she almost couldn't help but give in.

　　It is said that schizophrenia is a disease that needs to be cured, but it is not easy to cure. Each personality is an independent soul. To merge them, one has to endure the pain of hammer bones and broken tendons.

　　But if there is no cure, the struggle like the previous worlds will never stop.

　　Shen Mian felt a little sad for a moment. He slowly stretched out his fingertips, and just when he was about to touch the man's cheek, a chill came over him. On his ankle, the scorching temperature of the man's palm faded away at some point, leaving only the cold that could not be melted.

　　The man raised his black eyes, and that arrogant, domineering handsome face had completely turned into indifference.

　　Shen Mian hesitated for only a second, then retracted his hand and smiled: "You're back."

　　Sheng Rong raised his eyes slightly, and what came into his eyes was the light smile that made him feel at ease, but he did not feel calm as before, but a kind of indescribable depression. This person he dared not touch easily had a tired and pale face, wearing only a shirt, and under the half-open collar, the snow-white skin was covered with glaring red marks, and two straight and slender white long legs, the marks extended to the secret realm.

　　Unprecedented anger, not just anger, but also something else... He was not familiar with the emotion.

　　"Who is it." He asked.

　　Shen Mian buttoned up his clothes and said, "Is this important? Sheng Rong, I'm very tired now, and you haven't slept all night. Go back. If there is any problem, we can talk about it after we have rested."

　　He just stood up and was grabbed by Sheng Rong's arm.

　　"Who is it." The man asked again.

　　Shen Mian looked back, glanced at the man's unconsciously trembling fingertips, smiled, and said: "Could it be that Mr. Er wants to drive me out of the capital again like six years ago? Look carefully, this is my room. You broke the door lock last night and broke in. It's not that I'm rushing to you..."

　　Before she finished speaking, she was embraced by the man. 

　　As far as she can remember, this is the first time Sheng Rong took the initiative to hug him.

　　The man's voice, which he tried to suppress, sounded particularly hoarse, with pity and pain that he himself did not even notice, and he said in a deep voice: "Xu Mu, tell me who it is, who did this to you."

　　"Are you distressed for me, Sheng Rong, do you feel distressed too? You don't like me, why do you show such an expression, if you do this, I will misunderstand and think you like me."

　　The arm around his waist suddenly tightened, and he was tightly bound in the man's arms. The heart beating eagerly in front of his chest belonged to Sheng Rong.

　　It turns out that such a cold person has a warm heart.

　　Sheng Rong said: "I don't know if this is heartache, but I have never wanted to protect and cherish anyone like this, Xu Mu, I can't tolerate others hurting you, no one."

　　Shen Mian said: "But Sheng Rong, that's not someone else. Maybe for you, you are clearly distinguished from each other. You are you, Sheng Er is Sheng Er, and Xiao San is Xiao San, but in my eyes, you have the same appearance, shared body, and identity. Although I can easily distinguish you, in my heart, you are the same person from beginning to end."

　　"Xu Mu, aren't you afraid of me like this?"

　　Shen Mian said: "Why should I be afraid? You are like this, when I am angry, it's just like this."

　　The so-called "just like this" is already the limit of what Sheng Rong can tolerate. As far as the sight can reach, almost every place is branded with traces. In fact, there is no need to verify that this kind of arrogant and reckless temperament is only the third brother. 

　　Sheng Rong was silent for a long time, bent down to pick up his coat that fell on the ground, wrapped Shen Mian tightly, picked him up horizontally, and strode out.

　　Shen Mian was stunned and asked, "Sheng Rong, where are you taking me?"

　　The man said, "To my place."

　　"Why?"

　　"I'm worried if I can't see you."

　　The author has something to say: Here it comes!