MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 104 you come to ask

"Click."

Suddenly there was the sound of a drawer being pulled nearby, and something was put on the bed.

Yan Ci's words were unclear, "Look for yourself."

"??"

"what?"

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, and looked over with almond-shaped eyes, it was a thick document.

He sat up with his arms propped up, opened it, and inside was... handwriting identification?

Childish handwriting, inverted strokes of Xia characters.

A photo cut from the video... a child who looks very similar to him, being scratched by a cat, smiling with his eyes bent, staring at the snacks and biting his left index finger.

No matter how you look at your posture, how familiar you are.

Xia Zhinian was slightly taken aback, "What is this?"

Yan Ci pulled out a smile, gentle as jade, "What you want is not evidence of robbing people."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

He was at a loss, but Yan Ci told him in a few words—

He is not an outsider.

At the bottom there is a case details about kidnapping and trafficking.

Xia Zhinian couldn't react, his head buzzed for a while, but the boys nearby didn't give him time to sort out things slowly.

"Good boy."

Yan Ci stared at the young man, the corners of his lips curved in an unclear manner, his smile was soft, and his voice was very soft.

"Just now I said that Xia Zhinian belongs to me, I can do whatever I want, right?"

Xia Zhinian this year: "...Ah? Yes."

The boy's almond eyes were round, and he was a little dazed.

Yan Ci smiled, sat up, hugged the boy in his arms, and casually kissed his earlobe.

"I don't believe you."

His eyes are dark, his smile is not a smile, his delicate earlobes are grinding between his teeth, "unless you prove it to me."

The young man trembled, his jade-white soft flesh quickly turned red, spreading a layer of crimson, and he heard the boy whispering in his ear.

"Take off your clothes."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened a bit, the roots of his ears felt hot, he blinked, his voice trembled twice, "...still, come again?"

He is going to die.

Yan Ci stared at him inexplicably, the smile on his lips was the same as five years ago, but the darkness in his eyes became thicker and thicker, making people unable to understand the meaning inside, and his voice was faint.

"Why, don't you want to? It's not what you said, I can do whatever I want."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He was washed by Yan Ci just now, which is nothing, but, but...

It's a little shameful.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, his wrist was clasped, his cold white palm had distinct knuckles, he clasped his wrist, and casually played with the protruding round bone.

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes and glanced at the past, and felt a clear sense of aggression and possessiveness from the boy.

Bare. Naked. Naked desire.

The desire to tear him apart and swallow him tightly into his stomach, so that they will be closely related to each other and never be separated again.

The aggressiveness of the black sesame glutinous rice **** is much stronger than it was five years ago.

Xia Zhinian's mouth was parched, his heartbeat was out of rhythm, and his fingertips were on the buttons of his collar.

The hands were suddenly closed again.

Yan Ci raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were full of ink, shrouded in darkness, "Not happy? Then you take off mine."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

ah?

Xia Zhinian was dumbfounded and blinked.

He's not unhappy, he's just a little... overwhelmed.

"Yan Ci."

He looked over and saw that the corners of the boy's lips were curled. He didn't know what he had imagined, and his smile was a little cold.

"never mind."

Yan Ci twitched the corners of his mouth, and his voice lowered, faintly, with a bit of astringency, "You always lied to me before, and you probably lied to me with that sentence just now."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

"I do not-"

The boy opened his eyes wide and hurriedly explained, but before he finished speaking, the boy let go of his hand and turned his back, surrounded by a faint resentment

.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

No, what's going on, black sesame glutinous rice balls, why are you so tea-like? !

Xia Zhinian was bald, propped himself up, poked his head from one side, and called him in a soft voice, "Brother, I'm not unwilling, I just... my waist hurts."

His ears were hot, he ignored his black sesame glutinous rice balls, and poked him with his fingertips, "I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you."

Yan Ci turned sideways, lying on his back, staring at the white tender boy directly above him, "I can do whatever I want, really?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

How do you feel hooked?

He looked at the **** scratches on the boy's body in different shades, gritted his teeth, nodded with red ears, "Really, if you want to come, then, then...come on!"

Big deal no waist!

Yan Ci raised his eyes to look at him, and for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up a little, his eyes darkened, "Hey, well, you can do whatever I ask you to do."

Xia Zhinian: "...OK!"

"kiss Me."

Xia Zhinian looked at the lying boy, his eyebrows were like jade, his heart was beating twice, he lowered his head and leaned over to kiss his lips.

Pressing a hand on the back of the neck, it feels cool to the touch, rubbing the fingertips, Xia Zhinian's heart was beating wildly, and in a short while, he was turned back, and his breathing was completely occupied.

His waist tightened, he was caught off guard and changed positions with Yan Ci, and a large shadow shrouded him.

Yan Ci stared at the panting young man with bright red lips, with deep eyes, and smiled.

"Hey, five years, you owe me five years."

Xia Zhinian's breath was uncontrollable, being stared at by a boy, he felt a creepy feeling like being stared at by a wild beast.

To be honest, he feels that Yan Ci is crazy now.

He took a breath, trembled when the boy's palm was clasped, held on, and kissed him hard.

"I know, brother, come and ask for it."

Xia Zhinian was tossed and tossed by Yan Ci for an unknown amount of time. He had just woken up from a coma, and his body was still weak. In other words, even if he was not unconscious, he probably wouldn't be able to bear being tossed back and forth like this.

It was pitch black outside, the boy was lying on the bed, his breathing was hot, his body was covered with a faint powder, and his consciousness was blurred.

He was really tired, his head was heavy, and he closed his eyes uncontrollably.

Yan Ci's eyes sank, and he bit his lips with a hint of ferocity.

"Don't sleep, Xia Zhinian, don't sleep, open your eyes."

The young man snorted, feeling dazed.

Yan Ci took another bite.

The boy didn't respond.

Yan Ci held the rice cake dumpling in his arms and hugged him closely. Seeing him with his eyes closed and motionless, he thought in a daze that he had always been like this.

His rice cake dumpling fell asleep for five years and did not wake up.

The absurdity of nearly a whole day was just his dream.

It's just unreal.

Yan Ci's eyes were darkened.

"Well…"

Xia Zhinian was strangled tightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, he groaned, shrank his body, rubbed his head in his arms unconsciously, "Don't strangle."

Yan Ci let go of his hand abruptly, paused, and then buckled it up again, with a lighter force.

Xia Zhinian didn't sleep for a long time this time, maybe he slept too much before, and although he couldn't help wanting to sleep after being tired, he didn't sleep for long.

When I opened my eyes, it was still dark, and the light from the night light was dim.

He moved a little and found that he was tightly circled in his arms.

Looking up, the boy nearby closed his eyes, frowned slightly, wrapped his arms around him, and unconsciously grabbed himself with the other.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

He moved slowly, seeing Yan Ci scratch a bloodstain on the side of his neck, opened his eyes wide, and raised his hand to grab Yan Ci's wrist.

But he didn't expect that Yan Ci just opened his eyes and fell asleep very lightly after just grabbing it loosely.

Xia Zhinian's almond-shaped eyes were round, and his voice sounded slow and soft in the night, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"

"…No."

Yan Ci stared at his arms

People, pause for two seconds before remembering what happened during the day.

Rice cake dumpling woke up.

He closed his eyes and held the boy tightly in his arms.

Xia Zhinian looked at him, feeling sore at the tip of his heart, felt a dull pain, pursed his lips, his almond eyes were clean and clear, followed his strength to move closer, and pressed against him warmly, "Can't you sleep well?"

Yan Ci paused for a while, and then gave a low "hmm", as if he couldn't recover, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was gloomy.

When did the black sesame glutinous rice **** with white skin and black stuffing feel so low?

Xia Zhinian was so distressed that she kissed him tenderly, "Brother, I won't sleep anymore, I'll look at you, you go to sleep, I won't leave."

Yan Ci's voice was hoarse, "I won't sleep anymore, I always have nightmares, thinking about the day of the car accident."

Xia Zhiqing sighed young, feeling even more distressed, his head became hot, and the scar was healed and he forgot the pain.

"Then how about...continue?"

Yan Ci stared at the young man for a moment, the corners of his lips curved slightly, "Okay."

It was daylight again.

Xia Zhinian and Xia Zhinian felt that they were going to die.

This time he didn't fall asleep, and watched the sky outside, and then it became brighter and brighter.

Only now did they realize that they forgot to draw the curtains yesterday.

Fortunately, this is a suburb, and there is only this villa around, and it is on the third floor.

otherwise…

The boy curled up under the quilt and covered his face, feeling that all his integrity had been lost within a day.

"Ding dong—"

"Ding dong—"

The downstairs doorbell rang suddenly.

Xia Wenhan rang the doorbell at the door for a while, but no one answered, so he called again, and the caller told him that the phone was turned off, and he frowned.

What is Yan Ci doing again, staying for a week every year, and it's time to go to Xia's house today, why didn't he answer the phone?

Five years ago, every year in a car accident, Yan Ci joined forces with that hospital to secretly transfer people away, refusing to let them see him alive or dead.

The Xia family was in a hurry, but Yan Ci didn't know when the manpower was prepared, so he guarded it, and didn't let them break in.

But after that, Nian Nian fell into a coma, so the matter of Xia Zhinian finally spread out in Xia's family.

Only then did they realize that such a young child had so many things on his mind.

Yan Ci had been preparing to challenge the Yan family early on. There was no shortage of money or people, but the foundation of medical resources was weaker. The Xia family had a way, but no one could be seen, and they didn't know enough about the true and false Xia Zhinian. many.

The two parties were at a stalemate, but considering Nian Nian's health, they reached a consensus within a few days.

The Xia family is in charge of contacting the hospital for treatment, and Yan Ci is in charge of investigating what happened back then.

Stay on one side every year for a week, rotating every Sunday morning.

It's past nine o'clock in the morning.

Xia Wenhan glanced at his watch, his eyes were heavy, he couldn't get through to Yan Ci's phone, so he called his younger brother's cell phone instead.

They have been renewing the phone card every year, and it is still working.

He called.

Xia Zhinian's body was sore and limp, and he was weak, so Yan Ci carried him to take a bath with one hand to wash and wash. When he came out of the bathroom, he was very thirsty. Yan Ci poured water for him, and he just heard his mobile phone ringing beside the bed.

Without much thought, I picked it up.

"Hey?"

Xia Wenhan outside the door heard the movement, raised his eyes suddenly, and made a hasty sound.

"...every year?!"

"Niannian?! Are you awake? It's Big Brother, it's Big Brother! Big Brother will come up immediately!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I wished I could just hit the door and come in.

Yan Ci came over after receiving the water, heard the movement, frowned slightly, held the glass, without touching the young man, squeezed his chin deftly, and fed it slowly.

Seeing his natural and proficient movements, Xia Zhinian probably did this often before, he was stunned and curled his fingertips.

In his mind, the Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed yesterday, he had just prepared to say goodbye to the Xia family, and he had just confronted Yan Ci at high speed.

Unexpectedly, five years in the blink of an eye.

Yan Ci was a little worried about the movement at the door, but he went down and opened the door anyway, otherwise Xia Wenhan would have found someone to tear down the door.

He doesn't want rice cake dumplings to leave his TV

So he wrapped the boy in a thin blanket, hugged him to the sofa on the first floor, and opened the door.

As soon as Xia Wenhan entered the door, his eyes swept away, and instantly fell on the young man sitting on the sofa cushion, his long and narrow eyes were almost frozen, and his voice was very soft.

"...every year?"

"you're awake?"

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, feeling a little restless, in her heart, and her body too, tilted a bit, and said hesitantly, "Well, I'm awake."

"...Brother." He called out in a low voice.

Xia Wenhan couldn't tell what he was feeling, his younger brother who had been in a coma for five years finally opened his eyes, called him brother again, stepped forward quickly, and smiled rarely.

In the next second, he saw his younger brother's neck, shoulders and neck, dotted with dense red marks and tooth marks...

The smile disappeared.