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Yuan Hansheng had never realized that Tang Yan was so fragile before.

"Ah Yan."

The house without lights was dark. Yuan Hansheng held Tang Yan in his arms. In the dim light, he leaned down to get close to Tang Yan's ear and called out his name softly until he calmed down to answer in a low voice.

"Hungry?" Yuan Hansheng's hand behind Tang Yan is a little loose. He holds Tang Yan's shoulder and looks down at him. He carefully observes the micro expression on his face, "what do you want to eat? Shall we order takeout or go to the store? "

Tang Yuan is very calm now, no matter what he says in a panic.

"Mm-hmm."

Even when Yuan Hansheng holds his cheek, Tang Yan does not dare to look into his eyes.

Yuan Hansheng is distressed.

Really.

But yuan Hansheng didn't know how to talk to Tang Yan. He was so jealous that he suddenly became indifferent, which scared his little boy friend to apologize. It was really a shame.

"Shall we order takeout?"

Yuan Hansheng found that Tang Yan was really flustered, so he tried his best to appease him.

Yuan Hansheng turned on the light in the room, told Tang Yan to sit down on the sofa in the living room, and then went to the small window of the living room to open the curtain so that some light could come in.

Tang Yan's mind was still chaotic. He twisted his cold hands uneasily and began to reflect on what he had done wrong and why yuan Hansheng was angry.

But no matter what Tang Yan thinks, he doesn't understand why yuan Hansheng suddenly has a cold face.

There is a strange silence in the room. Yuan Hansheng doesn't pull his face to explain his behavior to Tang Yan, and he doesn't apologize to him. Tang Yan is still uneasy about what's wrong with his recent behavior.

As Yu Liang said, he has been spoiled by Yuan Hansheng since he was with him. Without the previous care, gentleness is also mixed with childishness.

The two men thought about their own things, until the takeout call, Yuan Hansheng talked to Tang Yan.

"I'll go out and get a takeout. Ah Yan, wait for me to come back."

Tang Yan raised his head and looked into yuan Hansheng's eyes. From his affectionate eyes, Tang Yan caught an apologetic courtship.

But Tang Yan pretended not to see yuan Hansheng's eyes, he flustered to move his eyes, did not know to nod to the air there should be good.

A minute later, Yuan Hansheng went out.

As soon as the door closed, Tang Yan panicked again.

In the past, the complex emotions of watching yuan Hansheng and others laugh and walk together seem to come up again. The big net interwoven by loss and inferiority complex him inside, and the glass slag seems to stab into his body. He feels like he is bleeding, and his body is covered with pain.

Tang Yan felt so miserable that he seemed to be suffocating.

On the tea table was a cup of warm water that Yuan Hansheng poured for him when he entered the door. But even in a room with enough heating, the glass of water was still cold.

The warm molecules in the cup have long escaped from the open mouth into the air, and now they don't know where they are dancing.

Tang Yan felt thirsty. He nervously went to carry the glass of water, but his hand suddenly trembled when he lifted it.

The glass with the transparent liquid, which had been cold through for a long time, fell under his feet and broke almost instantly when it hit the ground, splashing the glass slag all over the ground.

Tang Yan looked at the glass pieces falling into the water. His first reaction was to reach down and pick it up.