you were there

93 Chapter 33

The two got off the train and went straight to a modern building standing on the second ring road of Beijing.

The elevator reached the [-]th floor, and the person who rented that floor was a college classmate of Qiuchen.

"Long time no see!" It was a blond foreigner.The tall and muscular figure is no less than that of Qiu Chen.

Although he is of foreign origin, he is very interested in Chinese culture. He also taught himself Chinese while studying, which is how he met Qiu Chen.

He noticed Xia Moqiao next to Qiuchen, and his originally cheerful smile suddenly became serious.

"You come in with him."

Xia Mozhen and Qiuchen entered the elegantly decorated consultation room together.

Albert majored in psychology. When Qiuchen was busy with his career, he went to Cambridge University to study for a doctorate in psychology. If he was infatuated with Chinese culture, he came to work in China and settled here.

He gave Xia Mozhen a series of tests and asked him some questions.Finally, he came to a conclusion.

"Although the symptoms are not obvious, it should be PTSD."

He, who is proficient in various professional terms, has long expected this to be the case.During the test just now, he was always wary of Albert and kept holding his hand.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder is difficult to cure, but he is only having the first symptoms, and I believe you can make him better."

Perhaps he saw it too.

"I saw you as soon as you came in. He is holding your hand tightly. Such patients are hostile and wary of others, but they will trust the one they love deeply. After studying together for so many years, my partner has changed. So diligent, but you are not interested in girls, I have already seen that you are gay."

Obviously, he didn't know anything about Xia Mozhen and Qiuchen, because at that time Qiuchen hid Xia Moqiao so well, just wanted to forget him, so he didn't say a word.

"Then what should I do?"

"Give him the feeling of love, don't force him to do things, must give him a sense of security, let him accept what he has experienced."

"You said he didn't want to accept what he saw?"

"It's hard for a person to accept it. It can be seen that he is a very affectionate person. It would be nice if a fickle person just feels sentimental for a while. Obviously, he may have substituted his own other experiences into this incident , It also inspired the sadness that he had buried in his heart before."

Qiuchen didn't know what secrets he was hiding.He also knew about Liu Xuanya, but it didn't seem to be this matter.

"He seems to be a public figure. It's best not to let him go out. Panic will make him more sensitive and suspicious."

"Thank you for your entrustment. I really don't know who to ask for help except you."

"He's an old classmate, so it's good to have someone to take care of him. If he has any other symptoms, please contact me." As he spoke, Albert turned to a medical journal from the shelf, and several articles in it were devoted to trauma post stress disorder.

Qiu Chen took it and found that it was all in English.

However, now he can already read through this kind of academic journals, and he is no longer a big boy who was troubled by English more than ten years ago.

……

Qiuchen drove the car and went home with Xia Moqiao.

The house was covered with a little dust, after Qiuchen put Xia Mozhen on the bed, she started to get busy.

After tidying up the house, I found that I was so tired that my heart was tied to my back.It turns out that the housework that Xia Mozhen usually does is not easy at all.

He took a peek at Xia Moqiao and found that his expression was still dull.The soul that could be seen through at a glance is now like an empty shell.

Qiuchen made a glass of milk and fed it to Xia Moqiao.

Xia Moqiao didn't resist or refuse, but just drank with peace of mind.Qiuchen brought the magazine and lay on the bed, reading it while coaxing Xia Mozhen to sleep.

There was no sound of music or snoring in the room, only the sound of pages being rubbed, and Xia Mozhen's gradual and even breathing.

Qiuchen happened to read about "sleep disorders".Turning her head to look, Xia Moqiao still hadn't fallen asleep, and was staring at the ceiling absently.

Qiuchen closed the book, lay down herself, and stared at Xia Moqiao.

Before he knew it, Xia Moqiao turned his head to the side, glanced at Qiuchen, and then looked up at the ceiling again, like a quiet pet dog.

Qiuchen can accept Xia Moqiao's waywardness, arrogance, and coquettishness, but he can't accept him like this.

It seems that when they met, Xia Moqiao looked at herself with such eyes every day.

He sat on Xia Mozhen's thighs, eager to make his dull eyes full of sex again.

"look at me……"

Xia Mozhen was also very docile, and kept her gaze on Qiuchen.

Five minutes later, Xia Moqiao still didn't respond.

This time, the sense of crisis was twice as strong as it was 5 minutes ago.

Qiuchen lay beside Xia Moqiao again, put on the bullet underwear left on the bed, and gently hugged Xia Moqiao.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well..."

Xia Mozhen didn't run away either, she just lay quietly in his arms.

"I let you go through so many things, I don't know if I am qualified to be by your side anymore."

It seems that it is not Xia Moqiao who is suffering from the illness, but Qiuchen.The guilt came back to me again.

Xia Mozhen still had a bandage wrapped around his arm.The physical injury has not healed, and I am tortured by such a disease psychologically.

Unknowingly, Qiuchen's pillow was wet, and there was no sound of sobbing.

The room was quiet again.There were no words or sobs, just peaceful breathing.

"Until you recover, I will never leave you..."

Qiuchen was still whispering, and tears kept flowing.

But in Qiuchen's embrace, Xia Moqiao slowly closed her eyes.

Wherever there is him, there is the biggest chest.Like the sun in the palm of your hand, although it is small, it gives you the warmest power.

……

Qiu Chen slowly opened her eyes, and looked at her phone, it was only six o'clock.

But after careful calculation, I only slept for six hours.Maybe it was because he was too tired, he slept very deeply.

Turning his head, he found that Xia Moqiao was staring at him.

There was no smile on Xia Mozhen's face, but only Qiu Chen was reflected in her eyes.

"You're awake..." Qiu Chen stroked Xia Moqiao's cheek with a faint smile on her lips.

Xia Mozhen still did not evade, in the warm palm, he felt the stability that he had never had before.

"I'll wash your face later, okay?"

After Qiuchen got dressed, she still didn't get a reply from Xia Moqiao.

Qiu Chen looked at Xia Mozhen's eyes with a little brilliance, and her uneasy heart was much more stable.

"If you don't want to move, I'll fetch water and let's wash here."

Just as Qiuchen was about to go out, she realized that Xia Moqiao had already got up and put on the pajamas on the bed.

It was a beige pajamas, which Qiu Chen specially bought for him.

Xia Mozhen likes beige and sky blue, but sky blue doesn't match the decoration of this room, so she chose this beige.

However, Xia Mozhen has never worn it.The floor heating in the house is very warm, and the two of them are used to wearing a pair of underwear in the house, so they fired when they had nothing to do.

Xia Mozhen is alright, even Qiu Chen is still full of energy, and the sperm has to use Xia Mozhen to have fun.

Once, Xia Mozhen was at a loss for life and death, so Qiuchen simply "enjoyed herself" in front of Xia Mozhen, completely ignoring Xia Mozhen who was eating.

As a result, Qiuchen's voice and movements also incited Xia Moqiao's cock, and the original hot noodle soup turned into lumps.

Xia Mozhen took the initiative to put on her clothes, obviously out of fear of her surroundings.Obviously this is his home, but he dare not take it lightly.

Qiuchen didn't say anything, just helped him wash his face.

When helping him wipe his face, Qiuchen said in a low voice: "This is our home, your name is on the real estate certificate, and there are people who belong to you..."

Xia Mozhen didn't answer or smile, and went directly into the study.

Qiu Chen didn't finish his briefing, so he followed in directly and saw him looking for books on the bookshelf.

Qiuchen didn't bother him either, but just looked at him from behind.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on the top row of books.

Xia Moqiao stood on tiptoe, but it was still a little short.

Qiuchen stepped forward and stood on tiptoe, helping him reach the book "Clothes Cut by Baiyun", which is the collection of essays written by Bi Shumin.

Xia Moqiao, who rarely reads after work, picked out a book and sat at the desk to read it.

Afraid that his eyes would get tired, Qiuchen helped him open the curtains.As a result, Xia Mozhen showed fear on his face, and horror appeared in his eyes.

Qiu Chen hurriedly pulled it back on and helped him turn on the lamp on the desk.

The light has no temperature, but it makes Xia Moqiao feel warm, like Qiuchen's embrace last night.

Qiu Chen just turned her head, ready to close the door and continue to finish her urgency, only to find that Xia Mozhen focused her eyes on her face.

"I'm going to wash my face, and I'll be with you later."

In this way, Xia Moqiao can read the book with peace of mind.

While brushing her teeth, Qiuchen urinates, and while washing her face, she doesn't forget to think about Xia Mozhen.

It seems that he is not as serious as what Albert said, at least he still has someone he can rely on and trust.

Qiuchen didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, but she was more worried.

Qiuchen took two cups of coffee into the study room, found a management book from the bookshelf, and sat beside Xia Moqiao, enjoying this long-lost comfortable time together.