I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

Wen He called a taxi and returned to Cheng Yudie's apartment.

After carrying her back, Wen He encountered his first problem.

Cheng Yudie's clothes were now stained with a lot of blood, and how to take her clothes off was a difficult problem.

His blood had soiled Cheng Yudie's clothes, and Wen He already felt very sorry, but he couldn't desecrate her further.

In fact, the best way was to wake Cheng Yudie up and let her do it herself.

But Wen He felt that since she could fall asleep in that situation, it meant she was already exhausted.

Wen He didn't want to disturb her rest, so he paced back and forth anxiously, trying to find a better way.

"As long as I don't look..."

Wen He closed his eyes tightly, carefully grabbed her clothes, and nervously pulled them up slowly.

His heart was pounding like thunder, and he felt extremely scared.

What if Cheng Yudie woke up halfway through...

Then he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River!

"Mmm~" Cheng Yudie groaned.

Scared, Wen He instantly put the clothes back down, his movements as fast as the escape velocity of the second universe!

He immediately returned the little bit of clothing he had managed to lift to its original state.

After opening his eyes and finding that Cheng Yudie hadn't woken up, Wen He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

His heart was beating very hard.

After calming down for a while, Wen He took a deep breath and grabbed her clothes again with both hands.

Wen He realized that such a cautious and slow action was not feasible, he planned to...

"All at once!"

Wen He suddenly pulled upwards.

The clothes did not come off as he wished.

Instead, it seemed to be stuck somewhere.

Wen He was immediately covered in sweat.

This feeling...

Something's not right.

It doesn't feel like it's stuck.

Instead, it feels like there's another force preventing him.

Wen He subconsciously opened his eyes.

He saw Cheng Yudie lying there, her bright eyes looking at Wen He.

Wen He: "..."

Cheng Yudie: "..."

The two looked at each other, as if time had frozen.

At this moment.

Wen He wished he hadn't been saved.

He suddenly felt that it wouldn't have been bad if he had died in that forest.

It's better than now.

He seems to be still alive, but in reality, he is already dead.

"Do you have anything to say?" Cheng Yudie said with a flushed face and puffed-up cheeks.

Her big, watery eyes were judging Wen He.

"Why did you wake up?"

Wen He didn't know if his brain was malfunctioning, or if this situation made him unable to think, but in short, he said something that made him want to strangle himself.

Cheng Yudie heard this and immediately went: "?"

"You pervert! Thug! I cried for you! But you're lusting after my body! And you're asking me why I woke up! If I hadn't woken up, you would have taken my pants off!"

Cheng Yudie suddenly erupted and threw a thug's excited fist at Wen He.

Her small hands waved around randomly, and her mouth was still squealing.

Wen He didn't feel any anger from her at all, he just thought she was very cute.

In fact, Cheng Yudie didn't really get angry, she was also pretending to be asleep, deliberately teasing Wen He.

"That's not what I meant..." Wen He avoided her attack, pretending to be unable to dodge.

"Then what do you mean? If I hadn't woken up in time, you would have been able to pull my clothes off all at once."

Cheng Yudie pressed her advantage, accusing Wen He of being shameless while chasing him and throwing Wang Ba fists.

In the small apartment, she chased, he fled.

"I did want to take your clothes off, but I didn't have any improper thoughts. I just felt that your clothes were stained with blood, and it's not good to sleep like that, so..."

"Halt! Lecherous classmate! Stop quibbling! Surrender!"

Cheng Yudie directly pounced on him and grabbed Wen He, laughing and saying, "Hahahaha, try to escape again, you can't escape from my palm!"

"I surrender, but I really didn't want to do anything to you." Wen He raised his hands, surrendering and explaining.

"Really not?" She raised an eyebrow, leaned down, and questioned him face to face.

"Really not, really not..."

"Wrong answer!" Cheng Yudie unleashed a series of punches on Wen He, hitting him as if she was giving him a massage.

"Am I really that unattractive? You don't even have any thoughts, how awful!" she said angrily.

After being pointed out, Wen He realized that he had said the wrong thing.

He quickly defended himself, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Cheng Yudie seemed willing to give Wen He another chance.

"I think you... are very good-looking, very gentle, very cute, very interesting. I'm afraid that if you spend too much time with a jinx like me, you'll also become unlucky. I'm afraid of polluting you..."

Wen He's sudden words made Cheng Yudie's face turn red instantly.

Her eyes wandered left and right, as if avoiding something, and her whole person was flustered.

"Why are you suddenly praising me... it's making me feel embarrassed."

Cheng Yudie got up from Wen He's body somewhat shyly and sat obediently on the sofa.

She uneasily picked up the empty cup and pretended to drink air.

People always pretend to be busy when they are nervous.

"I'm serious." Wen He also sat up, but emphasized again.

"Okay, okay, I know, don't say any more." Cheng Yudie quickly stopped Wen He from continuing to be stupid.

Her face was already red to the roots of her neck, and Wen He was still intensifying it.

Although Cheng Yudie knew that Wen He was very dense, she didn't expect him to be so dense.

How could such ambiguous words be said so seriously, and so earnestly...

Who can stand this?

But...

Thinking of Wen He, such a silly guy, being arbitrarily ravaged and manipulated like a toy by those people, Cheng Yudie felt extremely distressed again.

Ever since she sent Wen He a miniature tracking device last time, Cheng Yudie's values had been shattered several times in a row.

During the time that Wen He didn't come to her, Cheng Yudie wore headphones almost every day, listening to the sounds from Wen He's side, for fear that something might happen.

She found it hard to imagine how Wen He had grown up in such an environment.

If he didn't have depression, it wouldn't be described as "big-hearted", it would be completely heartless.

Not to mention people, even a cow couldn't withstand such torment!

He got up at six in the morning to catch the bus to work, and only rested for one hour at noon. Excluding meal time, he had almost only half an hour to rest.

Then, from one o'clock in the afternoon, he worked until nine-thirty in the evening, without eating a bite of food during this period.

After returning home, he would casually eat some leftovers of cold rice and cold dishes, and then start tidying up the housework and taking a shower.

After completing these, it was usually already eleven-thirty.

Throughout the whole day, Wen He had almost no time that he could control himself.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a puppet.

Even after doing to this extent, his parents were still not satisfied...

They still wanted to arbitrarily invade his privacy.

They still wanted to take all of his meager possessions for themselves.

Cheng Yudie felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar just by recalling those words she had heard at the time.

She wasn't surprised at all that Wen He wanted to commit suicide.

To be precise, it was already quite tenacious that Wen He had persisted until now without committing suicide.

"Speaking of... when did you start tracking me?" Wen He asked curiously.