The Decade of Deep Love (English Version BL novel)

C35. The Most Uncontrollable Thing in the World

The most uncontrollable thing in the world was human heart, since it changed imperceptibly.

Wenxu Jiang was seized with remorse for his own behavior. He calmed down and blamed himself for hitting Zhishu He, who was the man he wished to protect with his life. He also blamed himself for having lovers outside even though he knew that no one would be better than Zhishu He.

When it came to the problem, it doomed to become a deep scar in their hearts.

Wenxu Jiang knew that he needed to explain something, but at this point, he lost his ability to talk sweet words to Zhishu He and also couldn't show his fierce character in business. He could only hold Zhishu He tightly in his arms, pretending Zhishu He was not hurt and would never leave him.

Zhishu He consumed too much physical energy. Now he was in a light sleep. He seemed to still feel cold, nestling against Wenxu Jiang's chest quietly.

Wenxu Jiang stretched out his finger and gently outlined the soft face of Zhishu He. His eyes were deep. He knew Zhishu He gave deep love and much tolerance to him. This time Zhishu must feel very wronged, which made him so resolute in the idea of leaving Jiang.

"Don't be angry. I'll change myself. I can give up everything except you," Wenxu Jiang's tone was very gentle. He was afraid of waking Zhishu He, "You can do whatever you want when waking up, but just don't leave me..."

Wenxu Jiang thought much with Zhishu He in his arms. He was so worried and panicked. It seemed that the last thing he wanted to face was about to happen. The subconscious anxiety tortured him. A sense of oppression hit his heart and he was like a herbivore which faced unknown hunters and apprehended danger in every sound.

Finally, the doorbell rang.

Wenxu Jiang gently put Zhishu He on the bed and tucked the sheet around him before opening the door.

"Why are you so late?"Wenxu Jiang opened the door.

Jingwen Zhang, sweating on his forehead, entered the house with a medicine box, "Today is Saturday. Private doctors are not working so I came from the bar. I should tell you first, my consultation fee is double today."

Jingwen Zhang and Wenxu Jiang were very familiar with each other, and they had friendship for seven or eight years. Otherwise, nobody was able to invite Jingwen Zhang with a bad temper.

"Cut the crap. I've got an emergency," Wenxu Jiang didn't want to chat with him at this moment.

Jingwen Zhang took off his coat slowly and asked carelessly, "So what's wrong with you? I don't deal with a headache or a cold. I can't handle incurable diseases. Dealing with trauma might my major." Jingwen's clinic usually served gangsters, so he had managed a lot of bloody traumas.

Wenxu's face was even more gloomy, "It's not me. Go into the bedroom and check Zhishu."

Jingwen withdraw the casual manner and asked, "What happened to your little spouse?"

He pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. The room was messy and there was almost nowhere for Jingwen Zhang to stand. Zhishu He was lying on the bed.

Wenxu Jiang went straight over, held Zhishu He in his arms, and then said to Jingwen Zhang, "Come here."

"What have you done, Wenxu Jiang?" Jingwen Zhang hurried over and touched the forehead of Zhishu He, "He's having a fever."

Jingwen Zhang hissed softly after turning and seeing the face of Zhishu He. He looked up at Wenxu Jiang abruptly with shock in his eyes, "You did it?"

Wenxu Jiang only concentrated his attention on Zhishu He, and he saw Zhishu He wrinkle his eyebrows because of Zhang's touch. Although his eyelids trembled badly because of uneasiness, he was too tired to open them. Jiang exhorted, "Be gentle."