Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng woke up after some time.

It was pitch black in front of him, and there was no light or sound around him. He inhaled a large amount of meth, which caused his mind to be a little confused, and he couldn't tell the situation: "Boss, I'm thirsty."

"What a bitch, are you still thinking about him at this moment?" Fu Nan smiled lightly and turned on the light: "But you only have me now."

The strong light stimulated Zhao Yufeng to close his eyes, he moved slightly, and there was a clanging sound in the room.

"Don't move, your skin is so tender, I will feel distressed if it is worn out."

"Let's... let's talk about something."

The cold touch on his wrists and ankles reminded Zhao Yufeng, he swallowed his saliva, twisted his body and rubbed, his trousers and jacket were gone, his underwear was still there, and he didn’t feel any discomfort. It hasn't happened yet.

"Brother, you are wondering why I don't move you, right?" Fu Nan leaned down, leaned close to his ear, and said softly, "It's so boring to rape a corpse."

Zhao Yufeng got goosebumps, and said dryly, "My back is loose, and my old skin scratches my hands. You should find someone else."

"Children who lie will be punished."

Fu Nan lifted the quilt and squeezed a little rabbit apple from the fruit plate: "Want to eat it?"

How could Zhao Yufeng be in the mood to eat apples in this situation? He wanted to shrink back, but his hands and feet were bound by iron chains.

Fu Nan didn't expect to hear an answer, he pinched Zhao Yufeng's jaw, forced him to open his mouth, put the apple in, and took out the soft tongue after teasing for a while.

Zhao Yufeng salivated uncontrollably. He pushed the apple out with his tongue, and a lot of saliva flowed out.

Fu Nan's fingers were all wet. He squeezed the apple and pressed it on Zhao Yufeng's chin, moving it down slowly: "Brother, you have a lot of water."

The saliva is the saliva, why omit the first word, Zhao Yufeng was timid and angry, and he didn't dare to move at all, he could see that Fu Nan's mental state was not right.

The apple moved to Zhao Yufeng's chest with saliva, and gently pressed the small one in a circular motion. Zhao Yufeng gasped. Compared with the fruit, the skin there was too tender. very painful.

Hearing the sound of gasping, Fu Nan relaxed his movements, rubbing against that point vaguely: "The pink one is so beautiful."

The pain gradually faded away, and a numb feeling surged up. Zhao Yufeng clenched his lower lip, fearing that he would not be able to control his screaming.

"It's already standing up." Fu Nan's tone was full of joy, "I can also give you happiness."

"Happy fart," Zhao Yufeng said impatiently, "White-eyed wolf, I treat you well, even a dog knows how to wag its tail."

Zhao Yufeng's courage was only for a moment, and after scolding, he gave up again, with tears in his eyes, desperately praying that He Xiangyao would find out that he was missing and call the police in time.

The smile on Fu Nan's face disappeared: "You are right, I am a white-eyed wolf."

The strength on that point became stronger, and Fu Nan looked at Zhao Yufeng coldly, his whole face wrinkled in pain: "It's better than you being mean, how did He Xiangyao treat you, ah? Find one and find two Hey, he tasted the taste of twins, can he still like you?"

Zhao Yufeng was trampled on his painful feet: "Don't meddle in your own business, what does my business have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, has nothing to do with me?"

Fu Nan seemed about to cry, he picked up the shiny fruit knife to play with, and after pressing his index finger on the blade, blood dripped out: "Do you know how heartbroken I was when I saw you cry?"

Fu Nan licked off the blood that came out of his index finger: "It's really unpalatable."

Zhao Yufeng seemed to be choked by the throat, and he didn't dare to say another word. Fu Nan took a knife and gently rubbed his wrist: "Your blood must be delicious, and your whole body is fragrant."

As he spoke, he buried his head in Zhao Yufeng's chest and took a deep breath. Zhao Yufeng's lips were pale: "I...I..."

The sharp blade easily cut Zhao Yufeng's wrist. Fu Nan piously printed his lips next to the wound, and moved it to the wound bit by bit. He licked the blood beads clean as soon as they came out.

Fu Nan cut another cut on his wrist and sent it to Zhao Yufeng's side: "Brother, try it."

Zhao Yufeng was so painful that he wiped away his tears, he closed his mouth tightly, the bloody smell still gushing into his mouth.

Fu Nan pulled the skin around the wound with his teeth, and licked the rough tongue directly onto the exposed flesh. His lips were covered with blood, and he was as happy as a child, with a coquettish tone: "It's really fragrant. .”

Zhao Yufeng already felt something pressed against his lower abdomen, and he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The wound solidified slowly, and Fu Nan scratched his wrist again: "Why don't you eat it, do you think it tastes bad?"

Fu Nan said to himself: "How can I do without eating?"

Zhao Yufeng trembled uncontrollably, Fu Nan gently stroked his cheek: "Forget it, don't eat if you don't want to eat."

He hugged Zhao Yufeng like he was hugging a large plush toy, but he didn't make any further movements. The room returned to silence. Zhao Yufeng heard his heart beating. The only thing that was fortunate was that Fu Nan didn't make any further movements. .

Fu Nan tightened his arms and rested his head on Zhao Yufeng's shoulder: "Brother, you can feel it."

"What... what?"

"I'm hard," Fu Nan seemed to beg for praise: "But I can hold back, I'm different from him, he likes your body, I only like you."

If it weren't for the wrong situation, Zhao Yufeng would have been moved, but in the current situation, he was panicked.

The wrist hurts too much, the skin torn by the teeth is not as smooth as the one cut by the blade, and it is difficult to heal. He watched his blood drain little by little but was powerless.

"It can't be wasted." Fu Nan moved his lips together again, and without stopping, he stroked gently through the underwear: "It's soft."

The iron chain was pulled to the extreme, Zhao Yufeng desperately tried to close his legs, but it was in vain.

Fu Nan grabbed his waist: "I really want to rape you hard."

"Don't cry," Fu Nan licked off the tears on Zhao Yufeng's face: "I'm just kidding, I will wait until the day you volunteer."

The mobile phone on the table rang, and Fu Nan covered Zhao Yufeng's lips with one hand and connected: "Hi, I'm in the supermarket."

Zheng Junfeng was anxious, and his voice was also loud: "Come back quickly, brother Feng is gone, He Xiangyao is so anxious to death, I don't care if I want someone."

"Are they having a fight again?"

"No, there was no quarrel this time. He Xiangyao insisted that he disappeared at our house."

"I'll be right back, don't worry, how could such a big living person disappear."

After hanging up the phone, Funan was a little annoyed: "He reacted quite quickly."

"You let me go, I'll just pretend that today's incident never happened." Zhao Yufeng's lips trembled, and his voice trembled: "From now on, you will still be my younger brother."

"I don't want to be your brother." Fu Nan covered him with the quilt again, and twisted a hot towel to wipe off the tears on his face: "I want to be your man."

"How long do you think you can hide me? He Xiangyao will find out sooner or later, before things happen to that point..."

"Shh, stop talking." Fu Nan stuck his finger into Zhao Yufeng's mouth, playing with the tongue: "I can't turn back now. If he finds out, we'll die together."

The wound on his wrist has not yet solidified, Zhao Yufeng has no doubts about the authenticity of this sentence.

Fu Nan tucked in the quilt, straightened his clothes, bent down, and pressed a soft kiss on Zhao Yufeng's forehead: "Honey, I'll be back soon."

The door of the room was closed quickly, Zhao Yufeng didn't see clearly what was going on outside, and his eyes turned to the room.

The furniture should be all new, and some of the plastic film has not been removed, the air is very humid, the surrounding cement walls have traces of being soaked in water, there are no windows in the room, and he vaguely heard the river flowing by. the sound of.

Zhao Yufeng guessed that this should be a basement near the river, but this guess turned out to be useless.

The gorgeous furniture didn't match the simple basement. Zhao Yufeng remembered that when he lived in the company dormitory, he and Fu Nan got tired of being together almost every day, and they often whispered together.

He said: "I will live in a big house in the future."

He Xiangyao's house is big enough, his dream has come true.

Fu Nan said: "I will buy the best bed for the person I like in the future."

The bed in the company dormitory is made of wood. Those woods are too old, and the inside has already been rotten. The two of them often fell asleep with a loud bang, and they collapsed to the ground together with the quilt.

Even if this is the case, the broken wooden bed can't be thrown away. If you lose it, there will be no place to sleep. They have to put on their clothes, turn to the construction site that is under construction nearby, pick up some bricks and put them under the breach, until finally the wooden bed It has rotted into knots, and the bed is also full of bricks.

From a certain point of view, Fu Nan's dream has come true.

With his hands and feet bound, Zhao Yufeng had nowhere to escape. He lay down in despair, staring at the moldy ceiling, and when he got tired of staring, he stared at the chains on his wrists instead.

The chain was made of iron, and it shone with a cold light. When he moved it, he suddenly found that there was a part of the chain that was not welded, and the two joints were only connected together in vain.

He held his breath, his heart beating wildly.

After freeing one hand, it became easier to free the other hand. The chain was tied to the bedpost, and Zhao Yufeng easily got free without using any tools.

He couldn't believe it, and ran to the door frantically, and unscrewed the lock. The lock was unlocked, but the door didn't open.

Zhao Yufeng calmed down a bit, and he knew that he was not so lucky. It seemed that there should be a padlock outside the door.

He closed the door again, walked back dejectedly, sat on the sofa, and listened to the sound of running water.

There was the sound of keys colliding at the door, Zhao Yufeng secretly thought it was unlucky, cold sweat soaked out quickly, he dragged the chain and ran back to the bed, and tied himself up again.

The more anxious he was, the more flustered the movements of his hands became. He didn't know what Fu Nan would do when he found out that he wanted to escape, and the fear in his heart became even greater.

The door creaked open.

Zhao Yufeng finally tied it up. He lay on the bed panting heavily, feeling his back was completely wet.

Fu Nan came in with a food box: "Brother, you're hungry."

Zhao Yufeng closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep, he was afraid that he would reveal himself if he spoke.

"Fell asleep?"

Fu Nan walked to the bed in doubt, lifted the quilt, hugged Zhao Yufeng, and said softly, "It's really not good."

"I found it." Fu Nan licked Zhao Yufeng's earlobe: "The bed sheet is covered with dust, and the chain is also dirty."