Nine Prison Rings

"My heart, a bird of the wild, found its sky in your eyes."

No matter how upright and rigorous a man is, he will turn into a wild and unsatisfied beast once he gets on the bed.

Among the male genes, he was born with the predatory nature of blood phagocytosis.Or for territory, or for food, or for companionship.This is nature.It's just that some people only know about barbaric aggression, while others are refined and coquettish.

Comparable to say: Chi Wei.

After persevering in pursuit and waiting, Fang Yixi finally made a move and completely let go of himself to Chi Wei.

It was self-evident that Chi Wei's excitement was as the flowers bloomed.

It can be said that he has exhausted his skills and squandered all his strength to occupy this long-awaited body to his heart's content.From the flesh - body to the soul, do everything possible to please.He, different from Luo Xiu's overbearing, is a gentle lover.When dealing with the matter of cloud and rain, we must pay attention to a warm atmosphere, provocative techniques, and romantic words; all three are indispensable.

It's like killing people with a slow knife, carefully grooming, and a lot of kung fu like sharpening and sharpening; it means slow work and meticulous work.Playing with Fang Yixi's body in the palm of his hand, he was forced to sink, almost collapsed.

People who were tortured so hard that they could not get up or down would often have blurred eyes, confused thinking, and cried out in tears; only then could Chi Wei really act and show off his viciousness.In short, although Chi is like a gentle breeze and light rain, he is gentle and honest in doing things; but when it comes to the means of torturing people, he is no less than Luo Xiu.

They are two extremes; but they lead to the same goal by different routes.None of them are easy to deal with.

From the bottom of his heart, Fang Yixi felt that being with Chi Wei was more at ease and appropriate.

This is a man who is considerate of himself and considers every detail.Food, clothing, housing, transportation, asking for warmth; holding the scarred self in the palm of your hand, and putting it on the tip of your heart.He made him feel that he is a treasure and has the value of being cherished by others.

If there is another person who treats him so well in this world, he himself has no confidence.

Therefore, I also pay special attention to this hard-won emotion.Compared with before, he responded to Chi Wei with all his heart, whether it was physical demands or spiritual comfort.Fortunately, Chi Wei is not a guy who pushes forward, and knows how to restrain himself; seeing Yixi cater to him so obediently, he treats him even better.

OK, envious; OK, outrageous.

Two people, love each other like oil mixed with honey, they are both in love with each other.

Fang Yixi secretly rejoiced that he had lived the peaceful, contented, uncontested life he had always longed for.

Occasionally, when Chi Wei entangled his lips and tongue and kissed him fiercely, Luo Xiu's hard, heroic face would quickly flash in his mind: as a result, there was a familiar throbbing pain in his heart.

It is fleeting, so fast that it can be ignored.

Yixi has no other thoughts now, but just wants to live a good life like this.Working hard, I have nothing more to ask for in an ordinary and stable home.

On the other hand, Luo Xiu and Chen Can are intimate and respectful to each other.Compared with Chi Wei and Yixi, who are like their first love, they are more like an old couple who have been together for many years, plain and true.

Can, smart and lively, always smiling.When Luo Xiu returned home, the first thing he heard and saw was the cute appearance of Can Xiaoyanyan.It was as if troubles had never visited him.

Luo Xiu felt sorry for him and couldn't bear him to go out to work; he opened a small online shop specializing in crystal jewelry for him at his own expense.The investment is not large, the purchase channel, logistics and express delivery are all handled by Luo Xiu, and Can is only responsible for the daily operation.The small business is neither good nor bad, and there is a little surplus every month; Can is also very busy.In order to facilitate his traveling and getting goods, Luo Xiu bought him a new car; it was his favorite off-road model: a super cool Mercedes-Benz G-class off-road.

Chan, on the day he received this great gift, he yelled with joy.With his arms around Luo Xiu's neck, he jumped like a "monkey jumping into the sky".Seeing him so happy, Luo Xiu felt relieved; for the first time, he felt that consumption is a super cool thing, and the most important thing is: value!

It's just that every night, on the bed, Luo Xiu's actions are still so-so, and he hasn't seen any improvement.He loves Chan like a treasure, but he can't resonate physically.Chan, he can't arouse his wildness, his desire, and he can't indulge himself.So, during this period of time, he lived a life of asceticism.

Chan, seems to have seen some clues; he was lost for a few days, and soon returned to his usual happiness.It gave Luo Xiu the feeling that even if there is no clear-satisfaction in desire, he is still satisfied simply guarding the person who cherishes him.It seemed that this shortcoming did not cause him any particular trouble.It's just that she inadvertently discovers that Can is getting bolder and more proactive in matters of love.

For this reason, Luo Xiu felt both moved and sorry.He spared no effort to be kind and responsive to every request.As for him, he still looks like a carefree young man, taking care of his little online store and accompanying Luo Xiu every day and every night.

But, there are always things that people can't do anything about.If he dreamed back at midnight and was tossing and turning, Luo Xiu would miss Fang Yixi unbearably.I miss the taste of being alive and well in the warm body of the other party, and wanton indulgence.

This feeling, ecstasy--the soul is eroded to the bone, and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

It was as if there were millions of ants gnawing at his body, corroding his cells, and devouring his heart.

Time flies, and the time flies.No matter how you feel, it is still like a running account, walking blandly and fast.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is the end of the year.The arrangements for the Spring Festival have to be put on the agenda.

This year is the first Spring Festival after Luo Xiu and Can reunited, which means a lot.Therefore, Luo Xiu planned to make a good plan to make Chan happy, so as to make up for the wasted time of reunion that he was not around for so many years.

Chinese New Year, according to Chinese tradition, is a big event for a family reunion.It is perfectly normal to invite Chan's father, Chen Zhirong, to have a "New Year's Eve dinner" together.

Unexpectedly, when he mentioned it to Chan, Chan's reaction was unreasonably indifferent.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, he may not be able to come..."

Can, sitting in front of the computer, staring at the monitor intently, her fingers dancing cheerfully on the keyboard.

"Why?" Luo Xiu looked away from the pages of the book, and fell on Can's face: "Didn't you celebrate the New Year together before?"

"Yes." Can replied casually, his eyes still on the computer, "Every Spring Festival is the busiest time for him, and he doesn't have time to accompany me. I'm used to it."

That's right, Chen Zhirong is a criminal police officer, and he has to work overtime during holidays.

Luo Xiu felt helpless for Chen Zhirong: it was not easy for him, he has been alone for so many years, and his family relationship has faded.

Looking at the meticulous and busy person, suddenly wave after wave of heartache came up unexpectedly... He couldn't imagine how Chan spent the previous days alone.The sound of firecrackers, in the lights of thousands of families; Chan is alone, drinking the endless loneliness, walking in the long years.

Thinking of these, the pain is extremely strong.

He closed the book, got up and walked behind Chan: put his hands on his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed his thick and smooth black hair, feeling infinitely attached.

When Chen Can moved, he sensed his emotional changes, and a smile appeared on his face that could not tell whether it was bitterness or astringency.

He turned his head to meet that affectionate gaze.

"Xiu, I'm fine. It's not a big deal, look: am I fine?"

"You won't be alone during the new year. I won't allow it." Luo Xiu said slowly, his lips fell on his forehead.A light kiss—holding this absolutely innocent face that has been meticulously sculpted by the heavens, he stared at it reluctantly for a long time.

Finally, he said: "Call Uncle Chen and have a reunion dinner."

"Okay... I'll give it a try."

Chen Can's answer was far-fetched, Luo Xiu could see it.Maybe he didn't want to dampen his lover's enthusiasm, so he reluctantly made the decision.

Luo Xiu couldn't help wondering: What's wrong with this father and son?

Since Chan moved here to live here, except for seeing Chen Zhirong that day, he has never appeared again; Chan also never mentioned it.Occasionally, I saw them call several times, but hung up in a hurry after saying a few words.

Chan, Luo Xiu couldn't understand or see through this father's indifferent attitude, neither far nor near.

It stands to reason that Can survived a catastrophe, and Chen Zhirong did many things for his son that would risk the world's reputation; the relationship between the two father and son should be very deep, right?

But, how could Chan be in such an inexplicable state of mind?

A word from Xichun in "A Dream of Red Mansions" rang coolly in my ears: "Father and son can't help Xuzhu..."

For the first time, he felt that he didn't understand Chan.Not even one percent of Can's thoughts can be guessed.

The moment he stared at him, he accidentally caught a trace of impatience and meanness in Can Daixiao's eyes... It wasn't so ostentatious, but a particularly suppressed indifference.It seems to be the viciousness that is carefully hidden in the bottom of my heart, and will suddenly appear from time to time.

Luo Xiu was frightened for a moment—holding his breath and concentrating, he saw that radiant smiling face again: a heart, soft and warm again.

He was suspicious, he saw wrongly, thought wrongly.

Perhaps because I have been a psychiatrist for too long, I am somewhat delusional.

However, an ominous premonition that cannot be ignored, still complied with the latent instinct, crept into my heart quietly...