The Queen is In Pairs [entertainment Circle]

Xia Yitong was smashed, until Lu Yinbing grabbed her raised neck in one bite, and put a piece of tender meat in his mouth, with his teeth biting back and forth. Pain brings all sanity back to the furnace. Before her left hand fully recovered, Xia Yitong retracted it with a move, and pushed her right shoulder instead.

Lu Yinbing's palms gripped her like iron tongs, but he didn't push her at once. Lu Yinbing pressed her hard with one hand, and the weight of her whole body pressed on again, and Xia Yitong let out a muffled snort. Lu Yinbing wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of unidentified emotion flashed through his eyes. He moved himself a little bit to give Xia Yitong a breathing space. The tip of his tongue came out slightly, and he gently licked the wound he had just bitten.

Xia Yitong had originally propped up half of her body, then fell softly, hugged her head gently, and sighed in her heart.

Except for a bit of strength, this love is no different from every time in the past. The pain was within Xia Yitong's tolerance, except for occasionally frowning, she tried her best to lift her waist to cater to it.

The moment he entered, Xia Yitong froze, and the room went dark. She turned her head and looked out the window. The dark clouds covered the dawn that had just come out.

Afterwards, Lu Yinbing hugged her in the quilt and kept kissing her hair sideburns, his voice trembling faintly: "Sorry, I...I can't be sure...Is you real...I...I'm sorry... …"

"It's okay, it's really okay. I was yours." Xia Yitong took her hand and pressed it to the hottest part of her heart. "Do you think it looks real now?"

Lu Yinbing grabbed her. Xia Yitong couldn't bear it this time, and said with a smile, "It hurts. Look at the tooth marks you gave me."

Lu Yinbing smiled embarrassedly, his lips a little **** white.

Xia Yitong touched her hair and asked softly, "Do you want to sleep?"

Lu Yinbing still shook his head, nose sniffing the delicate fragrance between her neck, apart from that, there was the depressive breath that had just been left behind.

"Is the window open? It's ventilated." Lu Yinbing asked.

"It's OK, but it looks like it's going to rain." Xia Yitong said, "Should I close it now?"

Lu Yinbing took a look and hesitated: "Forget it, it hasn't rained yet."

Xia Yitong: "Then leave it alone. If it rains, you won't be able to get on the bed anyway."

Lu Yinbing hooked the corner of her mouth, and looked at her with a beautiful smile of attachment, which made Xia Yitong's heart bright.

"The porridge on the bedside table!" Xia Yitong lay with her for a while, and suddenly remembered the bowl of porridge that Lu Yinbing had just drunk with, "It must be cold now."

"Then don't eat." Lu Yinbing said in his heart, he doesn't feel hungry anyway, how could his bones feel hungry.

"How can you not eat, it's noon."

"I'm not hungry." Lu Yinbing frowned, showing signs of anger.

"Then eat later." Xia Yitong quickly coaxed softly. She was most afraid of Lu Yinbing being angry, no matter when.

Lu Yinbing's eyes were open, and Xia Yitong's eyes were also open, one deep and one shallow, and his pupils reflected how he looked in the other's eyes. Lu Yinbing was still feverish. After watching her for 20 minutes, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, fighting hard.

After half an hour, she snored slightly.

Xia Yitong pressed her ears and whispered, "Lu Yinbing?"

Lu Yinbing did not respond to her. Xia Yitong took ten minutes to remove herself from Lu Yinbing's arms, tucked her arms into the quilt, and tiptoed out with her gloves on a bathrobe.

She went to the study, turned on the computer, and found a word-format note in her cloud disk named "Lu: Observation Diary of the Mental Hospital" and opened it, looking for: delusion.

The mental hospital that Lu Yinbing was in at the time had a No. 6 bed. He had delusions, a type of schizophrenia. She had always suspected that she was a big mushroom, and she moved in the corner every day, her eyes blank and she didn't speak.

Xia Yitong looked back word by word, his face gradually sinking.

The north wind roared outside the window, raindrops splashed on the floor, and the air with water vapor hit Xia Yitong's face, but it was not as cold as her heart.

Go back to the bedroom and close the window for Lu Yinbing. Xia Yitong took the phone and went to the balcony downstairs. He closed the balcony door and called the psychiatrist who had treated her before. The doctor quickly picked it up and went straight in: "Is your mental state bad recently?"

Xia Yitong was facing the room, and the stairs in the living room were empty, and her voice also became empty: "...No, it's not me. It's...Lu Yinbing."

"What's wrong with her? Depression has returned?!"

Xia Yitong heard a bang over there, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I accidentally hit my knee. You said yours."

"I don't know." Xia Yitong reluctantly said, "She is very wrong, I don't know what's going on. When she just woke up, she looked at me like a stranger in her eyes, and said she was a bone, not just Once, when I coaxed her to sleep..."

Doctor: "Don't panic."

Xia Yitong pressed her chest and took two deep breaths: "I heard that she was still mumbling and saying something, I don't want to be put in the museum, I don't want to be watched by those people..."

She talked about all the symptoms intermittently, and she had been in a daze after seeing Lu Yinbing for a long time, and told the doctor.

"Can you bring her to me now?" The doctor was too anxious. "I suspect she has a mental problem, and it's not a day or two. I saw her in the clinic a few times before and I was listless, I thought Because of your condition, she didn't ask me for advice, so I didn't ask more."

Xia Yitong glanced upstairs, embarrassed: "She is sleeping upstairs now, I am not sure to let her go out with me."

The doctor turned to ask his assistant, almost roaring: "Do I have an appointment this afternoon?"

The male assistant was startled by his sudden loud voice: "Yes, two."

"What about tomorrow morning?"

"There is one at ten."

The doctor threw the pen on the table, slammed his back into the chair, sighed, and squeezed back a handful of his own hair. After he squeezed, he hurriedly stroked forward: "I'm not free this afternoon, you see Let her, tomorrow morning, be sure to bring her to me. If she refuses, you tell me and I will come personally."

Xia Yitong trembled: "Okay, thank you doctor."

When Lu Yinbing woke up, it was not the slow motion in the movie. Instead, he opened his eyes and took a breath in his chest. He didn't let go until he saw Xia Yitong still in his arms.

"Do you want to eat?" Xia Yitong touched her belly under the quilt, "Are you hungry?"

She carefully observed Lu Yinbing's eyes and found that she was taken aback at the moment she asked, showing a thoughtful look, and then said, "I'm hungry."

It's as if she didn't really feel hungry, because she thought she should be hungry, so she said she was hungry.

Xia Yitong's heart sank a little further, once she had such recognition, Lu Yinbing's next actions seemed to be explained. She was watching when she was cooking. She used to volunteer to do it herself or help her out. Now she is just waiting quietly. Where does Xia Yitong stand before cooking, and she still stands there after she finishes cooking. . For example, she moves very slowly. It takes a minute or so from the kitchen to the dining room, walks for a minute, takes a seat, tells her to take the chopsticks before holding the chopsticks, just like a marionette.

A meal is too good to taste.

Xia Yitong gave her a piece of ginger, and Lu Yinbing swallowed it without blinking.

She has never eaten **** before.

After eating, the bowl was thrown into the dishwasher. Lu Yinbing sat on the sofa for a long time and said that he wanted to watch TV for a while. The TV was full of commercials. The 40-minute commercial was interspersed with a 20-minute TV drama, an anti-Japanese drama, without changing the channel.

Xia Yitong filled the bathtub with water in the bathroom. The two took a hot bath at night and hugged them to sleep. Xia Yitong set an alarm clock for herself at three o'clock in the morning. She woke up in the middle of the night when she heard the alarm bell, and she didn't move, and then less than two seconds later, the alarm stopped, and one hand helped her tuck the quilt corner.

A tear finally slipped from the corner of Xia Yitong's eyes.

Lu Yinbing was still wondering why Xia Yitong's cell phone rang in the middle of the night, and a low voice came from him: "Mr. Lu."

Xia Yitong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned on the light.

Lu Yinbing looked at her in astonishment.

Xia Yitong looked at her for a long time and asked, "How long have you been like this?"

Lu Yinbing did not speak.

No wonder she couldn't wake up every morning. Didn't she never fall asleep at night? She went to bed at six o'clock and started at nine o'clock. Does she work and rest like this every day? !

"How long has it been?" Xia Yitong asked again, full of sorrow.

Lu Yinbing sighed.

"You come to see a psychiatrist with me tomorrow morning." Xia Yitong said stiffly.

Lu Yinbing nodded.

Both of them didn't sleep well. At dawn, she drove Lu Yinbing to the psychological clinic. She bought steamed buns and soy milk earlier on the road. Lu Yinbing couldn't eat it any longer, and swallowed half a steamed bun.

The doctor came as early as they did. After half an hour, he arrived and opened the door to lead people in.

No nonsense, Xia Yitong was waiting outside, and Lu Yinbing was taken directly into the doctor's office.

The two sat opposite each other.

Lu Yinbing's mood was very calm, and the doctor could feel that they were old acquaintances, although the doctor-patient relationship became familiar.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" the doctor asked. Lu Yinbing's condition was different from other patients he had contacted. When she came to receive psychotherapy a few years ago, she knew exactly what her condition was. Now, the doctor thinks it should be the same.

"I know." Lu Yinbing leaned in the chair, his expression faint.

really.

The doctor asked: "What's the matter?"

Lu Yinbing looked down at the pen that the doctor had placed on the table. There was an eagle carving on the pen cover, which was very beautiful, but no matter how good-looking and vigorous the eagle was, it would never be able to fly away from the pen cover and soar into the sky.

"Depression." Lu Yinbing said, "I have relapsed from depression."

"When did it start?"

Lu Yinbing crossed his hands and put his hands on his waist and abdomen, calmly speaking, as if it was someone else's business.

She tilted her head and said, "Last December."