Yu Xi: (Aggrieved) You said it so flatly and emotionlessly, it must be fake love. Chen Jing: I… Yu Xi: You should be like this— (Cute face) Yu Xi~ You’re so handsome and man, I really, really love you too~ Muah (づ￣3￣)づ Chen Jing: ………………Please stay away from me 🙂 Yu Xi: (Bursts into tears like a big fat baby) Wah wah wah… Big Mei Mei: Hahahahahaha…
Chapter 72 Obsessive 7 Holding Chen Jing step by step down the stairs, looking at the door not far ahead, Yu Xi pursed his lips again and again, his throat nervous and dry, even swallowing was difficult.
The pace of descending the stairs became slower, movements more and more sluggish, now even Chen Jing noticed.
She looked up, somewhat surprised: “Are you regretting it?”
Yu Xi’s cheeks were tense, forcing himself: “No.”
Chen Jing laughed and raised her hand, gently wiping the tiny sweat from his forehead: “If there’s nothing wrong, why are you sweating so much?”
“I…”
“If you’re scared, let’s not go.” Chen Jing withdrew her hand, considerately saying: “Let’s turn back and go upstairs.”
“No.” Yu Xi didn’t want to show his weakness, tightened his hold on her, resolutely quickened his pace, soon standing before that door.
Chen Jing looked at the door, then at him, curved her lips: “Yu Xi, unless something unexpected happens, we’ll be together for a long time. You don’t need to show off in front of me.”
Yu Xi’s face was tense: “I’m very relaxed, not showing off.”
If his hands holding her weren’t slightly trembling, Chen Jing might have believed him.
“Okay.” She suppressed her laughter internally, touched his face, said nothing more, “As you wish.”
The soft, fragrant hand on his face lightened Yu Xi’s breath, but his feet decisively kicked open the already unlocked door.
This basement… was just a relatively dark room. Instead, a faint gardenia flower fragrance permeated the air. It was Chen Jing’s favorite scent.
She took a light breath, her lips raising a smile: “Is this your secret base?”
Yu Xi’s tension before entering the room slowly relaxed when he smelled the room’s fragrance. If Mom hadn’t carefully arranged for someone to clean this place first, he might have been seen as a madman by Jing Jing, turning their relationship into one between a doctor and patient – distant and cold.
Yu Xi glared at her, took the doll from her hand, slammed it on the ground with a “pa” sound, stomped on it, and hummed lightly, “Just stand there and watch. These things are too dirty and don’t suit you.”
Chen Jing: “…”
If she didn’t see it wrong just now, the photo on the wooden doll’s face was of the original owner’s ex-boyfriend, right? What was Yu Xi doing with these things?
Chen Jing watched as Yu Xi continued taking them out.
Until Yu Xi took out a small bag. When he opened it, Chen Jing couldn’t help but twitch her mouth.
A row of silver needles, each gleaming coldly, looked spine-chilling.
Chen Jing stared for a while, seeing this guy stabbing down from top to bottom without leaving a single gap.
She frowned: “Yu Xi.”
Yu Xi said nothing, focusing intently on the wooden doll, stabbing needle after needle, as if killing an enemy.
Chen Jing called out several times with no response and simply reached out to grab it.
Yu Xi let her snatch it away.
He picked up the photos from the ground and began tearing them, one by one, expressionless.
Chen Jing hurried to grab the photos but remembered Yu Xi’s condition and stopped.
Yu Xi lowered his eyes, feeling the hand in front of him, with a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.
But he didn’t move. He was determined to tell her how jealous he was of her “ex-boyfriend”.
After so many years, the accumulated jealousy was driving him almost crazy!
Chen Jing silently withdrew her hand, stepped back, and watched from the side.
The photos were quickly torn into small pieces.
Yu Xi raised his hand, scattering them like a celestial maiden, his gaze passing through the falling fragments, staring intently at the calm-faced Chen Jing, lips pressed together, silent.
The atmosphere gradually became oppressive.
Chen Jing asked: “Are you happy now?”
Yu Xi remained silent.
Chen Jing sighed inwardly but showed nothing, slowly walking closer, taking his hand and gently stroking the back of it, softly asking: “Did you bring me here just to see this?”
Yu Xi: “…” Still silent.
She guessed: “You want to tell me you despise this person entirely and wish he would die?”
Still silent.
Chen Jing crouched down, face-to-face with him, softly saying: “Yu Xi, if you want to tell me something, you can say it directly. I promise, no matter what you say, I won’t get angry, okay?”
Yu Xi suddenly looked up: “Really won’t get angry?”
Chen Jing leaned in, kissing his eyes: “Really. No matter what you say or do, I won’t get angry.”
Yu Xi held his breath, repeating word by word: “No matter what I do?”
Chen Jing nodded: “Yes.”
She agreed readily, but the light in Yu Xi’s eyes gradually dimmed.
He sat dejectedly on the ground, hugging his knees, head buried in his arms, emanating a defeated aura, not daring to face Chen Jing.
He was afraid he might lose control and lock her in the basement, making her stay there forever.
For some reason, as soon as this thought arose, the joy in his heart faded, replaced by overwhelming pain, sharp and cutting, making his heart ache.
“Jing Jing…”
A muffled voice came from his arms, like a trapped beast, desperately calling her name.
Chen Jing was startled: “What’s wrong?”
Her face changed, immediately reaching out to pull his face up.
Yu Xi bit his teeth hard, allowing her to pull, completely motionless like he was nailed to the ground.
“Yu Xi, what’s wrong? Get up and let me see.”
“Yu Xi?!”
Her brow furrowed deeper. No matter how she called, Yu Xi remained unresponsive. Chen Jing couldn’t help but get angry, pushing him: “Get up!”
She used force, and Yu Xi lost balance, falling backward onto the ground.
He lay motionless, eyes tightly shut, tears continuously flowing from the corners, looking pitifully vulnerable.
Chen Jing stared at him, feeling something was off.
Yu Xi began to tremble.
He was almost in a semi-comatose state, his forehead suddenly burning hot, his cheeks alarmingly red, yet his lips were extremely pale. His hands by his sides were clenched into fists, looking like someone suffering from a high fever and haunted by nightmares.
Chen Jing patted his face, raising her voice: “Yu Xi, Yu Xi! Can you hear me?!”
No response.
This wouldn’t do.
Yu Xi didn’t look like he was having a mental health episode, but more like he had some physical discomfort that suddenly erupted. Chen Jing couldn’t discern the reason and couldn’t remember if she had written any hidden illness for this male protagonist. After thinking, she turned and went up the stairs, preparing to open the door and find Yu’s mother.
There was no signal in the basement, and the phone was like a decoration when brought in. When Chen Jing ran up and pulled the door, she found it was locked from the outside!
Chen Jing’s hands were red from knocking, but there was still no movement outside. Worried about Yu Xi, she had to return with a cold face.
Yu Xi was already somewhat disoriented.
He didn’t know what was happening, his entire face alternating between pain and joy, with such extreme emotional fluctuations that Chen Jing was terrified.
Finally unable to hold back, she opened the fifth small flower in her mind and directly checked the character settings and outline.
Book Title – “Deeply Obsessive Madness”
Main Plot – Using the male protagonist’s mental illness as a medium to develop an unconventional love story between a doctor and a patient.
Highlight – Enemies turning into lovers, with confrontational scenes between male and female leads.
