Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

Vincent stared at his round eyes, watching Henry take off his clothes one by one, and unconsciously bit his lower lip. Since the first time he saw this fit and strong body, he has never resisted it Charm.

"Now...I'll tell you... everything!" Henry spread his hands, facing Vincent's gun, and walked towards him.

Vincent decided to concentrate, shook the muzzle of the gun, and said sharply, "Just stand there!"

Henry paused for a moment, staring into Vincent's eyes, and then took a small step cautiously.

"I'll shoot again!" Vincent growled angrily, and knocked off the safety catch with his thumb.

"Kill it, I...I'm sorry...you!" Henry said, striding over, sitting next to Vincent, and stretched out his arms to hug him forcefully.

Vincent was dizzy for a while, and struggled weakly. The muzzle of the gun was still pressed against Henry's chest, but his fingers subconsciously left the trigger.

"Darling..., I dreamed... that one day... I could hug you like this, open my mouth... to talk to you, I didn't expect... it would be such a day. Yes, I am... the undercover agent sent by the consortium to you... ..." Henry's articulate gradually became fluent, and his mouth was pressed against Vincent's ear, exhaling hot air.

When Vincent heard this, his heart twitched suddenly. He thrust the gun forward and yelled, "Get out!"

It turned out that Henry's tears shed in front of everyone in the casino were not for him, but for several big consortiums. It turned out that his failure was indeed because of his betrayal!

Vincent suddenly found it ridiculous that he, who had always been conceited with a high IQ, was fooled around by a series of clumsy performances. He thought that his life was like a fish in water, but it turned out that others were deliberately controlling him, and he was happy with it.

His chest hurt from the muzzle of the gun, Henry had no choice but to let go of Vincent, knelt down by his feet, and placed his hands on his knees.

"I'm sorry, Vincent, I'm sorry..." Henry looked at Vincent's pale face distressedly, and continued, "Because the consortium knows that you sympathize with deaf-mute people, so let me approach you as a deaf-mute person. Yes , I have been reporting your situation to the consortium because I think this matter does not conflict with our relationship! Vincent, these years, I have been deaf and dumb, you take care of me, care about me, and give me warmth, even if It’s a piece of ice, and it has been melted by you. Besides, I also have a heart... You are facing unprecedented difficulties now, so I am determined to confess everything to you and let you know that I have the ability to protect you! Please forgive me, believe me Me!" After Henry finished speaking, he buried his face in Vincent's slender thigh.

With a livid face, Vincent kicked Henry away fiercely, with the gun still pointed at him.

Henry fell to the ground, crawled back, hugged Vincent's legs, and pressed his knees to his chest.

"Honey, I'm sorry, you shoot, I am willing to die in your hands!" Henry confessed guiltily and affectionately.

Vincent looked at Henry fixedly, his index finger slowly hooked the bolt of the gun, his eyes were filled with frost.He couldn't tolerate being undercover by his side and deceiving his feelings. Anyone who bullied Vincent in this world would have died.

He put the gun on Henry's forehead, and Henry closed his eyes; after a while, he moved the gun muzzle to Henry's throat, and finally, his gun aimed at the heart of Henry's chest...

"Bang" Vincent fired a shot at the ceiling, threw the gun away, and "slapped" Henry slapped hard twice.

"Go, go!" he yelled hoarsely.

Several bright red fingerprints appeared on Henry's face immediately. He opened his eyes with ecstasy, looked into Vincent's love-hate eyes, and said, "Vincent, if you don't kill me, you forgive me. I love you You, I love you—"

As Henry said, he got up suddenly, threw Vincent onto the sofa, kissed him frantically on the face, and said while kissing, "You forgive me, you forgive me!"

Vincent wanted to push Henry away, but Henry's right hand was firmly clasped on the sofa.

"Go away, go away!" Vincent roared in a low voice, shaking his head to avoid Henry.

Henry put his mouth firmly on Vincent's, "Uh, uh..." Vincent's roar turned into a moan deep in his throat. He was already weak after being injured, and he quickly lost his strength. He gave up struggling and stared at the bullet hole on the ceiling with his lifeless eyes, with endless sadness spreading in his heart.

Vincent no longer struggled to resist, and Henry's movements became gentler. He held him in his arms, stroked his blond hair quietly, stroked his woman's smooth skin, kissed his eyes, and his soft lips.Under his patient kisses and caresses over and over again, Vincent's stiff body slowly relaxed, and the gully between hearts was filled by primitive instinct.

Feeling that he could be accepted, Henry became anxious, and finally he was able to love frankly, hug him recklessly, and release the passion he had suppressed for eight years. All the blood in his body were gushing and expanding...

Carefully avoiding the injured arm, he took off Vincent's sundress...

9:00 p.m., downtown London, Henry's apartment.

Vincent was wearing a red silk nightgown, sitting in front of the mirror, behind him stood Henry, wearing a nightgown, holding a hairdryer, brushing his hair and blowing water droplets.

After drying his hair, Henry touched Vincent's neck with both hands, lowered his head, kissed his golden curly hair, smelled the fragrance from the hair, and whispered in his ear: "Vincent, I will never leave again You, I will take good care of you for the rest of my life, help you bathe, dress, dry your hair, hold you to sleep every day, and live and die together, okay?"

Vincent nodded.

Henry opened the suitcase next to him and took out a cosmetic bag: "I went to your place just now and brought all the treasures you specially ordered. Don't worry, I haven't been followed."

He sat next to Vincent and said softly, "Honey, turn around! I'll help you make up and make you look as beautiful as usual."

Vincent turned around, there was no trace of blood on his face, a plain face, a little less feminine, a little more heroic, showing the true face of a handsome man.Henry stretched out his hand and stroked Vincent's smooth face with his middle finger: "Honey, you look just as good without makeup!"

Perhaps because it was the first time he heard Henry praise in words, a shy blush appeared on Vincent's pale face, and his charming attitude, which was more delicate than any woman, made Henry's heart tremble. On Vincent's cold cheek, his lips rubbed against his ear.

"I love you...Vincent, love you..." Henry murmured repeatedly. He couldn't remember whether he said it a thousand times or ten thousand times today. He just wanted to make up for what he hadn't said in eight years, but he didn't pay attention. Until now, Vincent has been very silent.

Henry took out an eyebrow pencil, touched Vincent's eyebrows with the tip of the pen, and carefully drew them one by one. He skillfully drew eyeliner, blush, lipstick, and finally, arranged each curl for Vincent.Finally finished the work, he looked at Vincent carefully for a while, then turned his body towards the mirror and exclaimed: "Look, how beautiful you are!"

Vincent in the mirror turned back into a radiant woman. Those round purple-brown eyes were reflected in the mirror, containing the sadness Henry had never seen before. Henry raised his phone and leaned his head against the Beside Vincent's head, "Smile, honey!"

Vincent showed a shallow smile in cooperation, and Henry pressed the selfie button.

He turned on the music on the phone, and the song "Moon River (Moon River)" sung by Andy Emmoms came out. He put the phone in his pajamas pocket, stood up, carried Vincent into the living room, and put it in the living room. the center of the hall.

"Honey, let's dance!"

Vincent nodded.

Henry put his injured left arm lightly on his shoulder, held his slender waist with the palm of his right hand, held his slender hand with his left hand, raised his arm, straightened it, stood on tiptoe and slid a step to the beautiful melody of the waltz , he pressed against Vincent's cheek, and sang in Vincent's ear following the rhythm of Andy Emmoms:

Whereveryou'regoing, I'mgoingyourway

Twodrifters, off to see the world

There'ssuchalotofworldtosee

We'reafterthesamerainbow'send,waitingroundthebend

As he sang, he slowly spun around the living room with Vincent in his arms, one circle, one circle, and another circle.

The music faded away slowly, and the two slipped off their pajamas, pressed their skins tightly, kissed, caressed, and enjoyed each other's tenderness to the fullest, as if they had completely forgotten that after tonight, they would die in the end of the world.