Jiang Wenluo soon understood why Cheng Yun had that expression in Zheng Li's painting.

The Liang Yaowen in front of his eyes now looked very strange - if it wasn't for his face and his special fragrance, Jiang Wenluo wouldn't have recognized him at all.Liang Yaowen looked completely different in front of him.

He looked dark and menacing.

Jiang Wenluo sat on him in a very embarrassing posture, and approached him with an intimate gesture, but Liang Yaowen's face showed no love at all, and his expression was so cold that he was shocked.

This person hugged his waist, lowered his eyes, and was scanning Jiang Wenluo up and down, as if he was seriously looking at whether an "item" was in line with his wishes.

From the beginning to the end, Liang Yaowen never faced him in this way.

The smell of alcohol hit his face, Jiang Wenluo turned his face away, and rubbed his cheek against his ear like a small animal trying to please his master, but Liang Yaowen didn't even change his breathing frequency, as if he was used to this kind of flattery.

One of Jiang Wenluo's high-heeled shoes fell off, and he hooked it on his toe. He put it on awkwardly, trying to put it on properly.But with his eyes closed, he felt a hand lifting the hem of his long cheongsam with a frivolous and casual attitude.

Liang Yaowen's hands were always cold, but Jiang Wenluo's touched parts instantly felt hot.

Not out of shyness, but somewhere between anger and embarrassment.

——There are still many people in this private room. Although they all turned their faces away and didn't see what the two of them were doing, for Jiang Wenluo, it was still very uncomfortable for him to do this in such a public place.

Beside him was a dark mirror, reflecting Jiang Wenluo's appearance.

With the hem of the cheongsam lifted up, the slender and fair thighs can be seen at a glance, and it looks extremely erotic.

If this is the love/interest of two people, then Jiang Wenluo is actually very happy to cooperate with Liang Yaowen, but when he is sitting on Liang Yaowen like this now, the contemptuous attitude this person treats him is no different from how others treat the lady he is looking for.

Jiang Wenluo frowned, pushed Liang Yaowen's shoulder directly, and was about to move to the side.

Liang Yaowen was smoking, and the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness. He exhaled blue-gray smoke, which rose in the air.

He looked at Jiang Wenluo impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"I don't feel comfortable like this." He grabbed Jiang Wenluo's wrist, Jiang Wenluo struggled outward, but failed, Liang Yaowen grabbed even tighter.

Jiang Wenluo soon became a little unhappy, but he couldn't show any temper towards Liang Yaowen, he just turned his face away, feeling sulking with anger.But the next moment, Liang Yaowen fiercely pressed the cigarette butt into the glass ashtray, clamped Jiang Wenluo's chin with one hand, black clouds rolled in his eyes, and a storm was about to come.

He raised his face, half-closed his eyes dangerously, pointed at Jiang Wenluo, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, choking Jiang Wenluo into coughing.

"I don't feel well right now." Liang Yaowen squeezed Jiang Wenluo's wrist very red, and his voice was low, "Miss Cheng, what are you going to do at night?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenluo's eyes immediately turned red, covered with a layer of mist, and stared directly at Liang Yaowen, but he didn't speak.

The conversation of the people next to him stopped, and they looked this way gloatingly, their eyes hit Jiang Wenluo like a whip.

Liang Yaowen chuckled, as if pleased by Jiang Wenluo's aggrieved appearance, under their watchful eyes, he directly put his hand into Jiang Wenluo's clothes, caressing his back wantonly.

Jiang Wenluo's face was very red, he tightened his legs and bit his lower lip tightly.

"Evening..." Jiang Wenluo tried hard to calm down his emotions, but still failed, tears streaming down his face.Like a child, he wiped the corners of his eyes and begged Liang Yaowen sullenly, "Good evening."

"When it's just the two of us, you can do whatever you want..."

Looking at his unstoppable tears, Liang Yaowen paused for a moment, as if he was a bit at a loss.

"Tch—" he finally responded with disdain.

Jiang Wenluo was released after serving his sentence. He sat beside Liang Yaowen with his head down all the time. He didn't speak or smile, and just stood there dumbly.

Liang Yaowen drank a lot of wine, he seemed to be drunk and unconscious.

After a long time that night, the game was over, and those middle-aged men lustfully kissed the young lady on the face, and poked their hands inside the clothes.

Confused, Liang Yaowen stood up, making a gesture to leave.

Jiang Wenluo didn't react for a while, but Liang Yaowen turned his head and looked at him condescendingly, "Get out, miss, do you still want me to invite you?"

"Oh..." Jiang Wenluo said obediently.

When he walked outside, Liang Yaowen suddenly turned his head and looked up and down at Jiang Wenluo's whole body.

Jiang Wenluo was really uncomfortable, so he took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the floor tiles, curling up his toes.

Liang Yaowen bent down.

"Ah—" Jiang Wenluo exclaimed in a low voice, and was hugged by Liang Yaowen.

With his hand through the crook of his leg, he supported Jiang Wenluo's hip with one hand, his face still expressionless.

Jiang Wenluo curled up his fingers, looked up at Liang Yaowen's Adam's apple, put his face on Liang Yaowen's chest, and listened to his heartbeat calmly.

Liang Yaowen walked through three doors and kicked them open.

When he saw the decoration inside this box clearly, Jiang Wenluo froze immediately, and soon trembled with fear.

"It's what you said, you can do whatever you want." Liang Yaowen looked at Jiang Wenluo playfully, and closed the door behind him.

Inside...all s/m tools.

There is a wooden horse by the wall, and on the saddle is a protrusion the length of an index finger, and the wooden horse can be rocked.Whips and handcuffs were hung all over the walls.In addition, there are many ropes for binding/binding and some large and small mouth balls.

Jiang Wenluo's expression was blank for a long time.

He watched Liang Yaowen walk towards the wall, and took off a black leather whip from it, as if he was considering whether this one was suitable for Jiang Wenluo.

"Liang Yaowen..." Jiang Wenluo leaned against the wall and said in a daze, "I don't like this."

"What, you regretted it?"

Jiang Wenluo looked at him stubbornly, and murmured: "I really can't accept it, I'm afraid..."

Liang Yaowen looked at Jiang Wenluo's pursed lips trembling, he smiled lowly, raised one eyebrow, and jokingly said: "Since you can't accept it, don't talk big on your own."

"Look, I can't get off the stage."

Jiang Wenluo lowered his head, with no blood on his face, but saw Liang Yaowen raised his hand to turn off the light, leaving only a pool of moonlight in the room, illuminating Liang Yaowen's handsome cheeks.

"It's okay if you want me to let you go." Liang Yaowen said again: "It depends on your performance."

Jiang Wenluo straightened his back, looked into Liang Yaowen's ruthless eyes, and said without giving an inch, "Except for the time at the door before, you and I have never done that before."

"Are you sure? Choose to let it happen here."

"If you insist, I will agree. As I said before, I can do whatever I say, and I will do what I say. I have no complaints if you kill me."

Liang Yaowen frowned, but did not respond immediately, only moved his fingers.

After a while, Jiang Wenluo looked at this person, and suddenly relaxed again.

He let out a breath, closed his eyes and approached Liang Yaowen.

Taking the initiative to grab Liang Yaowen's wrist, Jiang Wenluo stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips softly.Afterwards, he leaned his forehead on Liang Yaowen's shoulder and made a tame look.

Liang Yaowen's pupils dilated in an instant.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he said in a normal voice: "...You performed pretty well."

Jiang Wenluo looked up at him, burst out laughing, held back, and hooked Liang Yaowen's finger.

"Take off your clothes." Liang Yaowen took a step back, and coldly shook off Jiang Wenluo, "Play something else."

He turned around, walked to the drawer, and actually took out a glass container from it.

—Three…things that resemble eggs.

They are filled with a clear liquid with a small black spot in the middle, like an egg.

"Shove it in by yourself." Liang Yaowen said.

Early the next morning.

After Liang Yaowen was satisfied last night, he left Jiang Wenluo alone in this strange private room and let him spend the night by himself.

Jiang Wenluo lay curled up on the bed, his consciousness was not very clear, he sat up dizzily, supported his head with his hands, and exhaled a foul breath.The quilt slipped off his body, revealing his bruised body - this is the trace of something that bound him, but last night... Liang Yaowen never used a rope to do this.

Jiang Wenluo felt a little puzzled. He stood up and looked in the mirror, but couldn't figure out why.

There were clear scratches on the wrist, which were undoubtedly made by Liang Yaowen.

"Bastard, what the hell are you doing!" Jiang Wenluo cursed angrily.

He still felt something strange behind him. After he stuffed the three eggs in yesterday, he couldn't get them out. Those things seemed to have melted into his body, "implanted" in it, and merged with him.

A blush appeared on Jiang Wenluo's face. He pursed his lips and moved his sore wrist, feeling hungry.

By the time he got dressed and went out, it was already eleven o'clock at noon.

Jiang Wenluo was flabbergasted, wearing the only cheongsam, and walked out while leaning on the wall.

Some scantily clad women walked by and looked curiously at the bruises on Jiang Wenluo's body, making him hang his head uneasily.

"Fortunately, he picked it up." Jiang Wenluo heard them say.

"I heard that Zheng Li, who was at another house before, sent the lady to the hospital—"

"It's really bad luck."

Jiang Wenluo changed his clothes hastily, those gossips made him feel depressed, and he didn't feel much more relaxed until he put on his clothes and went outside.

He didn't have any money on him, but fortunately this town was exactly the same as before, so he found "Cheng Yun"'s home easily.

Taking out the key and opening the door, Jiang Wenluo sat in the living room where he used to stay, feeling a little stomach ache from hunger.

Suddenly, Jiang Wenluo felt a little sad for Chengyun.

Liang Yaowen would let him go because of his pressing every step of the way, but Zheng Li would never spare Cheng Yun.In the painting, Cheng Yun always looks frightened, probably because he is tortured by Zheng Li every night.

Jiang Wenluo clutched his stomach, feeling a little acid reflux from the pain. He forced himself to go to the refrigerator, ready to find something to eat, but it was empty inside, only a box of cheap instant noodles piled up in the corner.

Fortunately, Jiang Wenluo found a few dollars in the drawer, and went out, intending to go to a nearby steamed stuffed bun to make a bedding——

In the park, he saw Liang Yaowen again.

Liang Yaowen was wearing shabby clothes and was sleeping on a bench. There were scattered painting tools at his feet, and there was a tree on top of it.

It was already raining outside, making the air humid and wet Liang Yaowen's hair, making the homeless him look pitiful.

Holding an umbrella, Jiang Wenluo approached him step by step to shield him from the wind and rain.

There are strings of flowering trees behind, moon-colored pear blossoms one after another, supported like umbrellas, looking fluffy, like the long tail of a white cat.When the wind blew past, the petals fell like rain, sprinkled on Jiang Wenluo's umbrella and Liang Yaowen's ankles.

There was also a white snowflake falling between Liang Yaowen's lips.

Looking at the sleeping Liang Yaowen, Jiang Wenluo suddenly lowered his head and bent his lips, his smile rippling like flowing water.

Putting on airs, forget it, I won't be angry with you anymore, Jiang Wenluo thought.

So he said softly, "Wake up—"

Liang Yaowen opened his eyes blankly, his expression was as pure as fresh snow, and Jiang Wenluo's eyes shone into Jiang Wenluo's, making his heart tremble.

——This is "Bai Zhengli".

Jiang Wenluo suddenly realized.

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