My CP sends sugar every day [ABO]

Duan Jiu's fingertips were still on the button, and he clearly felt the presence of another person in the room besides him.

And that person was standing behind him, Duan Jiu slowed down his breathing, he didn't look back, and tentatively said two words.

"Qian Ze?"

These two words spit out from his mouth very lightly, and soon dispersed in the air.But these two words seemed to be a switch that Duan Jiu pressed inadvertently. When the person behind heard these two words, he suddenly stepped forward, his hot chest pressed against his back.

The opponent's breath sprayed in his ears, and the alpha's unique sense of dominance made Duan Jiu's heart tremble. Duan Jiu subconsciously reached out to put his hand on the doorknob, trying to escape from the dangerous area.

Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Wu Qianze reached out and locked the door lock with a snap.

The sound of locking the door was particularly obvious in the empty darkness, and even Duan Jiu's heart skipped a beat, Wu Qianze pulled back the outstretched hand, only then did Duan Jiu realize that the other hand of the person behind him was firmly Imprisoned on his lower abdomen.

This kid didn't know when he had already embraced himself in his arms.

Duan Jiu was like a frightened kitten, his eyes widened in the dark, his heart was pounding, he tried to move his arms, but Wu Qianze tightened his arms even more.

Only each other's breathing and heartbeat remained in the air, and Duan Jiu seemed to smell a faint fragrance of wine at the tip of his nose.

He swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously, "Are you... all right?"

Wu Qianze rested her chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his cheeks and ear tips that were so red.

"not good."

He heard his voice hoarse and decadent in the dark, like a rusty gear that had been abandoned for a long time was slowly turning, and the fragile rusty surface fell off some residue under friction, lifeless.

Duan Jiu wanted to say something more, but the person behind him suddenly covered his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth soaked in the medicine. He subconsciously began to struggle, and many pictures from the past flashed in his mind.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the people behind him strangled him.

Until the moment of coma, Duan Jiu didn't know why Wu Qianze did this.

Duan Jiu had a dream.

He dreamed of his youth, the past that he buried deep in his memory and did not want to look back.

In the dream, there was a tall man with vulture-like eyes, looking at Duan Jiu, who was still a teenager, without hiding the lust in his eyes.

The scene turned, it was a rainy night, the man in the dream appeared in front of him, exuding the choking smell of inferior cigarettes, with both hands untying the belt around his waist, walking towards him indifferently and without any emotion.

In the dream, he was prone on the ground, his hands were tied behind his back, his mouth was tied behind his head with a long cloth, and the tip of his tongue was pressed tightly. He could not speak or move, like a lamb being slaughtered. The way to escape is to keep praying to heaven, praying that fate will not treat him like this.

As the smell of inferior smoke became stronger and stronger, the tall man gradually approached, with the oppression of the superior and the majesty inherent in the alpha, making Duan Jiu, who had just differentiated into an Omega, miserable.

The last picture left in front of the hazy retina is the pair of leather shoes that are getting brighter and brighter.

A white light fell from the clouds, accompanied by deafening thunder, and three seconds later, the rainstorm arrived as expected.

Duan Jiu opened his eyes amidst the sound of rain. The room was pitch black. Following the sound of pouring rain, he could roughly discern the direction of the window. The curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate.

He should have been taken somewhere else, this room was too spacious, the sound of the rain beating on the window sill echoed in the room, this was definitely not the small apartment he rented.

Duan Jiu raised his hand and rubbed the back of his aching head, but in the next second he clearly felt the restraint on his wrist.

At this moment, reality and dreams overlapped, and he seemed to have returned to that rainy night many years ago, helpless and helpless, the only thing he could do was to pray to heaven.

The great fear was like a storm outside the window, beating his heart suddenly.

His body began to tremble, but reason suppressed his emotions and gained the upper hand. He calmly began to recall the scene before he passed out, the hot chest, the man's hoarse and decadent tone, the way he laughed, his eyebrows, eyes, and lips.

For some reason, whenever Duan Jiu thinks of him, his heart that was beating wildly and uneasy gradually calms down. Duan Jiu first touched the two chains on his wrists. A slender chain.But the place where the chain meets the skin is intimately wrapped with soft fabric.

"patta-patta-"

Someone seemed to be walking by outside the house, and the sound of the key turning the gear to unlock made Duan Jiu's heart tremble suddenly in the room, and he immediately lay down and pretended to be still in a coma.

The man walked straight to where Duan Jiu was without turning on the light after he came in.

Duan Jiu could obviously feel that the other party came behind him, and after a while, the soft bed under him sank, and the man bent down and brushed aside the strands of black hair that fell in front of his face.

Then he said, "Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

Duan Jiu still closed his eyes, still maintaining a coma.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the man sighed silently, and touched his round and delicate shoulder with his hand.

"Your heartbeat is too loud."

This drink was completely unbearable, he opened his eyes in the darkness, the iron chains collided and made a sound, he turned and looked at the young man sitting behind him in the darkness.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Obviously he was the kidnapped victim, but his aggressive tone was even harsher than that of the kidnappers.

Wu Qianze seemed to have never expected that Duan Jiu would speak to him in such a tone. Although he was in the dark, Duan Jiu could feel that Wu Qianze's body froze after he said these words.

Duan Jiu is a person who is easy to soften his heart, and he thought of the time he spent with Wu Qianze in the past year, and remembered the kindness of the other party, so he couldn't help softening his tone.

He let out a long sigh, and asked helplessly, "Wu Qianze, what's wrong with you?"

He didn't know what switch this sentence touched the other party, he felt a few drops of warm liquid falling on his neck and shoulders, just when he was feeling puzzled, Wu Qianze threw himself into his arms, tears flowed out as if a gate had been opened , instantly soaked the cloth on Duan Jiu's chest.

First she pretended to be a ghost to scare him, then kidnapped him to an unknown place, and now she started crying again.

In this picture, if you ignore the iron chains on Duan Jiu's hands and feet, he looks like a kidnapper.

The other party cried like a big dog abandoned by its owner, innocent and pitiful.His sobs mixed with the sound of the rain outside the window, disturbing Duan Jiu's heart for a while.

Duan Jiu stretched out his hand and shook the chain on his wrist, his bony hand lightly landed on the back of Wu Qianze's slightly trembling head, he couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but he still gently caressed him like coaxing a child Some dry short hair.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

He didn't ask him why he was crying, he just comforted the other party like repeating it over and over again, don't cry.

Duan Jiu is such a person, a child who grew up full of love, always habitually distributes his softness to others.

Until Wu Qianze nestled in his arms and fell asleep holding him, Duan Jiu didn't know why the other party was crying and why he did this.

The two fell asleep while embracing each other.

The next morning, after a night of rain stopped, the morning sun shone through the humid air and through the undrawn gaps between the curtains.

Duan Jiu opened his eyes in a daze, and hit Wu Qianze's dark eyes that were staring at him.

He had just woken up, and the dream-like memory of last night was still in his mind.

"Why are you here?" Duan Jiu said, his voice was just hoarse.

The sound of the iron chains colliding was like a mallet ringing a bell, and the touch awakened Duan Dionysus's bewilderment.He sat up and looked down, only to realize that the clothes on his body had been changed into a bright red robe for some reason.

He pulled the clothes on his body, and after a while, he turned his eyes back to Wu Qianze.

"Let's talk." Duan Jiu's voice was flat, without any joy, he looked into Wu Qianze's eyes, seriously ignoring any emotion, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Me." Wu Qianze raised his head and met Duan Jiu's honey-like pupils, "I can't seem to get out."

There was pain in Wu Qianze's eyes, like a huge vase shattered on his heart, and the sharp pieces pierced his heart, every beat of the heart was filled with excruciating pain.

"I'm so scared." He said, and now he seemed to have lost his soul, who was always high-spirited. "I'm really scared."

"Afraid of what?" Duan Jiu said, "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Wu Qianze bent her back decadently, her eyes were empty and dull.

He said, "I'm afraid you will leave me."

Wu Qianze looked at Duan Jiu, and a beautiful man in a red robe with black hair fluttering in the wind appeared in his mind.

That red figure was like a round of warm and bright sun, he had the same appearance as Duan Jiu, broke through the cloud and penetrated into the bottom of Wu Qianze's heart, and became the light that he would never let down in his life.

"I don't care whether you love me or not now, I just beg you not to leave."

Hearing Wu Qianze's hoarse and heart-piercing explanation, Duan Jiu didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Looking at the symptoms of the young man in front of him, it is obvious that he has not walked out of the previous scene. It is not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen to an actor walking on the road, but it is rare to see Wu Qianze in recent years. In this way, acting in a play also involves myself in it.

Duan Jiu's silent silence was like a signal of rejection in Wu Qianze's eyes, and the uneasy panic spread around his heart like vines, and then slowly tightened as if deliberately torturing him, the sharp tiles in his heart And as the heart beats deeper and deeper.

Wu Qianze didn't know what to do, the only thing he could do was to leave this house that made him breathless, and run away.

The moment he walked out of the room quickly, he seemed to hear a gentle response like a spring breeze from the people in the room.

"You don't have to be afraid of losing, because I will never leave."