Xiyang Mourning

Cheng Xi looked at the red-eyed person under her feet, feeling something in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

Rubbing Zheng Yang's lower body lightly with his feet, he said in a slow and cruel tone, "Why, Master Zheng feels wronged? Or is it that I don't know the heights of heaven and earth if I treat you better?"

Zheng Yang trembled when he heard the words, smiled self-deprecatingly, and replied softly, "Master, slaves are not wronged."

I just don't understand why after you gave me hope and tenderness, you took them back.

I don't understand why it allows me to see the beauty of heaven, but drags me back to hell in the next moment.

I am your slave, your toy, your dog, and my existence is to make you happy.

It's your right to play with me, I'm just a slave, I'm just a little unwilling, a little... sad.

Cheng Xi heard Zheng Yang's answer, stepped hard on Zheng Yang's private parts.Feeling the body of the person under him stiffen suddenly, Cheng Xi withdrew his feet and slowly lowered his body. With the other hand, he grabbed Zheng Yang's hair and pulled him back, forcing him to raise his head desperately.

Cheng Xi looked at the person close at hand, he could see the veins bulging because of the pain, he could see the pain and confusion in his eyes, he could even see his trembling body and the cold sweat on his forehead.

Zheng Yang was stiff when Cheng Xi lay down his body, but he still hoped that the master would warm him up and tell him it was a joke with a playful smile.

Although the possibility is very small, I still can't help but look forward to it.

When Xiao Zhengyang slowly raised his head under the friction of the soles of his master's feet, the master's relentless force made it soften quickly.This kind of pain made him think of the past, the past that he was about to forget.

He thought that the master would never treat him like that again.

Before the pain in his lower body spread all over his body, the pain coming from the back of his head would break his memory. Zheng Yang felt that his expression must be distorted.

The pain from his private parts and the pain in the back of his head formed a symphony, playing in his mind.

The feeling of being completely controlled by the person in front of him made him feel ashamed, but the strange thing was that no matter how he was treated by the master, he still couldn't think of any resistance.

What a shame.

Zheng Yang's heart was full of sorrow, Master, you see, I have really, really become your plaything, you are right, I am really cheap to a certain extent.

But why, why don't you like it?

Zheng Yang felt that he wanted to cry, and felt that all the moisture in his body was rapidly gathering in his eye sockets, and that the dike might burst in the next second.

Then Cheng Xi's words filled him with fear and sadness, and made his heart stop.

Cheng Xi gently stroked Zheng Yang's forehead and temples, and said, "I allow you to be wronged and unwilling. But from now on, your emotions have nothing to do with me."

Zheng Yang's eyes widened, tears rushed down one after another, his head was blank, he couldn't understand what Cheng Xi's words meant, he struggled fiercely, regardless of the hair being pulled, regardless of whether the person in front of him wanted to let go. open his mind.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Cheng Xi's clothes, stared at Cheng Xi, and shouted over and over again, "Master, master, master, please, please don't...don't abandon me, don't."

Cheng Xi looked at the man with crimson red eyes like a devil, but his expression and tone was like a discarded puppy. He didn't move, but said calmly, "I see."

After hearing this, Zheng Yang closed his hands for a moment, but then slowly let go, with a crying expression on his face

"Master, do you know? You... know what?"

"What do you think I know?"

Zheng Yang looked at Cheng Xi with a calm expression in front of him, but it made him feel that the next second would be a storm. The uneasiness in his heart enveloped him, and his face became hideous, but what Cheng Xi said in the next second made him feel like falling into an abyss .

"Qin Haoyu is dead, right?"

Hearing these words, Zheng Yang felt as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted, his body softened, and he fell directly to the ground like this.

The master knows, what to do, what to do? !The master will abandon himself, he will.Surrounded by such thoughts, Zheng Yang slowly shrank himself into a ball, trembling all over.

Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang who curled himself into a ball, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart, but when he thought of the recording he heard in the morning, he felt angry and couldn't control it.

Cheng Xi kicked Zheng Yang who was on the ground, and then countless punches landed on him.Then he threw everything in the room on Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang suddenly felt a dull pain in his body in fear, and felt the master's fists and feet landed on him, and he struggled to protect his head in the dense pain.

And when the pain passed, no, it should be after he thought it was gone, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was Cheng Xi throwing countless things at him.

Bitterness spread in the bottom of his heart, he suddenly didn't want to hide, he slowly opened his body, and let those prices fall on him, bringing pain to the bottom of his heart.

Behind the countless prices, Zheng Yang saw Cheng Xi with a face of anger. Looking at the blurred image, Zheng Yang felt infinite pain in his heart.

Looking at the prices falling on him, looking at the countless debris next to him and Cheng Xi in front of him who clearly did not intend to let him go, Zheng Yang smiled wryly, maybe, he and his master are really over, really... over.

He was so gentle in the morning, he was looking forward to staying with his master forever, and he still had a future with his master, but now, the endless pain in his body reminded him that he and his master were really over.

Zheng Yang slowly got up, ignoring the things flying towards him, and crawled towards his master step by step.

One step later, a watch hit him on the forehead, it was a gift from the master.

One step later, the lamp on the desk fell on his shoulder, which he and the master picked out together.

One step later, the vase containing roses fell in front of his eyes. Countless fragments were like broken crystals, reflecting a frightening cold light. They were roses handpicked by the owner, and the vase he bought.

In the end, Cheng Xi looked at Zheng Yang coldly, and didn't throw anything anymore, but Zheng Yang felt that such gaze was more frightening than the pain on his body.

Facing Cheng Xi's cold gaze, Zheng Yang climbed step by step onto the floor covered with roses and fragments of vases. His knees and palms were cut, and traces of blood flowed into the water, rendering a beautiful and sad ink painting.

Zheng Yang didn't seem to know the pain, and slowly but firmly crawled towards the person in front of him. He was clearly close at hand, but Zheng Yang felt that his master seemed far away.

Zheng Yang slipped, and fell to the ground full of glass shards. Countless shards pierced into his body, causing countless pains.

But he still struggled to raise his head, staring at Cheng Xi in front of him, his god.Feeling that his vision was gradually blurring, but when he lowered his head, he could clearly see his own blood merging with the water on the floor. Zheng Yang felt the pleasure of revenge emerging in his heart.

Everything is his fault, he will be punished, Qin Haoyu is dead, he is the chief culprit, but he is still alive, he should atone for him.

Master, you see, I will make amends, I will make myself hurt, I will not forget my identity, you are still satisfied.

Would you like to stay?

Even if the price makes him so painful.