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Chen Ling fell asleep quickly.

The other two men in the room were tossing and turning, they were strangers and had only met once or twice, but they were both registered in each other's hearts.Dong Chen turned his back to Xing Liqun and hugged Chen Ling. It was almost autumn and the weather was a bit cold. Chen Ling was afraid of the cold, so he didn't feel uncomfortable, but slept comfortably in Dong Chen's arms.

Dong Chen felt that he was the luckiest person in the world, because Chen Ling was soft-hearted, and Chen Ling would always be so soft-hearted towards him.

Being able to let Chen Ling sleep in his arms like this again, he didn't want to think about anything.

Sensing Xing Liqun's hostile eyes, Dong Chen hugged Chen Ling even tighter.

No matter when these guys appeared in Chen Ling's life, they were already passers-by. They would only occupy a small part of Chen Ling's life, and the rest would definitely be given to him.

Thinking so, Dong Chen still couldn't fall asleep.

He relaxed his body, making it more comfortable for Chen Ling to lean on.

In the past, when Chen Ling slept lightly, Dong Chen always had to take care of him carefully, and he felt extremely irritable and unwilling.

But people are like this. Once they lose something, they start to regret it again and feel that they should not cherish it.Now even if Dong Chen was to serve Chen Ling like this every night, he would be happy with it, only afraid that Chen Ling would not give him a chance.

Xing Liqun couldn't sleep either.

His eyes were heavy, staring at Dong Chen and Chen Ling who were hugging each other.

For the first time, an unspeakable jealousy arose in his heart.

This little brat, whom he had never taken seriously, could make Chen Ling let his guard down like this!

He heard what Dong Chen said to Chen Ling, and what was frightening was that he couldn't refute it, because just now—when Dong Chen didn't run up, he really had an inexplicable urge to kill Chu Ling. Holding Ling in his arms, he wanted to peel off Chen Ling's mask and see a different Chen Ling.

How could someone as perceptive as Chen Ling fail to notice his weirdness?So although Chen Ling didn't drive him out, he let Dong Chen in.

lest he actually do something.

So Chen Ling is really the cruelest guy in the world.

Even if he is aware of your latent affection, he won't be moved by it, but he will step on it hard under his feet and step on it a few times.

He has seen that kind of thing many times, so how could he fall on it?

That's just plain stupid.

Xing Liqun warned himself like this, and finally closed his eyes.

Xing Liqun seldom dreamed, because he was always vigilant even when he was sleeping, especially when he was on mission.But this time, he unexpectedly fell asleep.

What appeared back and forth in the dream was a figure from the back.

He stood in the same place, watching and watching, from childhood to youth, from youth to adulthood, even if it was just a back view, he could easily recall the appearance of the other party.

Suddenly, that figure seemed to change.

He kept looking at it until one day, the boy turned his head, his eyes were as bright as stars.The boy's eyes were shining brightly, and his tone was a bit teasing: "You like him? Oh, it's a clichéd story to like your good friend but dare not confess."

He felt that this boy was really hateful.

Laughing at other people's sincerity is a fun thing for this boy, right?

Just like this boy likes to step on other people's sincerity.

It's downright nasty.

People who like him are really blind.

But this young man always makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Gradually, he found that this young man was extremely guarded, and usually had a very light sleep, as if he would wake up from his sleep at any time; he found that this young man was talented and knew a little bit of everything, but he was always restless, and everything he did was like playing; I found that this young man is a bit lonely occasionally, and occasionally does things that are difficult for others to understand. The more you control him, the more energetic he will be.

He discovered that it only takes a short time for one figure to cover another figure.

Later, something happened to my friend, and so did the boy.

The boy sat there with a smile on his face, still with a mocking smile on his face.

His heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and the pain was unbearable, but his words became sharp and vicious.

The boy's smile didn't change much, he just looked at him with a smile, as if he didn't care about his injury at all.

He no longer has the right to watch the boy in the dark.

Over the years, he fell down in the rain of bullets again and again, but got up again and again.Every time when he was on the verge of dying, he thought of the boy's ironic smile, and always felt that the boy was still sitting not far away, laughing at his incompetence and fragility, how easy it was to die at the hands of others.

So every time, he can unleash his astonishing potential and complete those impossible tasks.

The moment he received Bai Ye's call, he felt like he came alive.

Yes, for the first time since he left the boy for so many years, he felt alive.He could clearly hear his heart beating so vigorously and vividly, as if the walking dead hadn't been him for so many years.

but……

When we met again, the boy already belonged to someone else.

Xing Liqun suddenly opened his eyes.

Sweat dripped down my spine.

He fixedly looked at Chen Ling and Dong Chen who were sleeping together on the bed.

Xing Liqun didn't believe it.

Xing Liqun didn't believe that Chen Ling would like such a brat.Does this brat understand Chen Ling?Does he know about Chen Ling's past?Does he know what Chen Ling is thinking?I'm afraid he only knows how to act like a spoiled child, let Chen Ling spoil him, right?

Would Chen Ling spoil others?

Xing Liqun's mind reappeared in Chen Ling's youthful appearance.

That young, nasty boy who will never make others comfortable, wants to be pampered and protected by others, how can he pamper others?

That kind of spoiled temper, that kind of arrogant character, that kind of unbearable pickiness - such a boy should be pampered by others, so that he should not be hurt, sad, or face the world of hardships.

Xing Liqun didn't believe that Chen Ling would like a brat like Dong Chen.

But the facts are in front of you.

Chen Ling let Dong Chen approach, but did not push Dong Chen away.

And he was drawn out of the boundary by Chen Ling, and he had no further qualifications.

Xing Liqun felt a strange pain spread all over his limbs and bones in an instant.

It turned out that he kept telling himself how hateful Chen Ling was, and how stupid it was to like Chen Ling, because he was afraid that he would realize it.

He was afraid to find out that he liked Chen Ling.

After he knew that both sides were in danger but still left Chen Ling to rescue his friend.

After he knew that Chen Ling was not that kind of person but still uttered bad words again and again.

He knew that he was not qualified to come any closer.

So he kept warning himself not to get close.

It was as if he could stop liking Chen Ling if he belittled him to nothing.

Xing Liqun sat up.

He quietly looked at the sleeping Chen Ling, and he didn't move his eyes away until it was dawn.

On the other side of the ocean, the mist had just parted and the sun was slowly rising, heralding a new day.Qu Jiamao sat in front of the piano, playing "Violet".

Sitting behind Qu Jiamao was a man in a black suit, like a social elite who had just finished a meeting.The man held Qu Jiamao in his arms.The button on Qu Jiamao's chest has been undone, and the man followed the melody and kneaded the most sensitive part of Qu Jiamao's body.

Qu Jiamao's hands remained calm, as if they were not affected at all.

The man loves Qu Jiamao's appearance very much.

He opened the zipper, enjoying Qu Jiamao's body in this posture.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

"Although it was trampled on, it is still thinking happily, I died because of you, at your feet." A man's voice replaced the sound of the piano, and he chanted in Qu Jiamao's ear, as if he was chanting a solemn poem. hymn.

The man's tone was unhurried, but the collision under him became fierce and cruel.He broke Qu Jiamao's chin and kissed Qu Jiamao's lips.The man let him go until his mouth was bleeding from Qu Jiamao's bite, and recited the last line mockingly: "Poor Violet, what an infatuated Violet."

Since he had been away for several days and had nowhere to vent his desire, the man tortured Qu Jiamao all day and night and still did not intend to let him go.Qu Jiamao's body was no longer intact, it was covered with tooth marks and whip marks.

The man pressed the dying Qu Jiamao on the piano and invaded again cruelly, with a gentle smile in his voice: "This place is really suitable for you, right? Churches, pianos, angels——even though they have fallen into the mortal world, they still pretend to be Majestic and holy angel. Baby, the first time I saw you lying under that old man, I fell in love with you. The way you trembled and raised the gun to kill the old man is so beautiful It made my heart flutter. I went to jail for you, isn’t it right for you to repay me now? Why are you not good?” He pinched the whip wound on Qu Jiamao’s body, “You know, I’m the right person in this world. Your best man."

Qu Jiamao lost consciousness a little, and closed his eyes under the torture of the man.

When he woke up again, Qu Jiamao found that the medicine had been applied to his body, the man had disappeared, and a doctor was standing beside the bed.

The doctor said, "Mr. Qu."

Qu Jiamao was shocked, his eyes burst out with hope.

This person was sent by Chen Ling.

Because no one here knows who he is, it is impossible to call him Mr. Qu.

The doctor put the medicine box in front of the bed: "The medicine is in it, you have to take it on time. I'll come back and check you after you finish taking the medicine."

Qu Jiamao closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.

The doctor got up and went out.

Qu Jiamao opened the medicine box.

There is a hidden compartment under the medicine box.

There is a gun in the dark cell.

The bullets are in the pill bottle.

Qu Jiamao's hands were a little weak.

But he loaded the bullet right away.

The moment he held the gun in his hand, the door was pushed open.

Qu Jiamao raised his gun and pointed it at the man who opened the door and walked in.

The man said, "You're being naughty again, baby."

Qu Jiamao did not threaten.

He pulled the trigger straight away and shot the man in the chest.

The man was shot in the chest, but he didn't fall down. Instead, he stepped forward quickly, trying to snatch the gun from Qu Jiamao's hand.

Qu Jiamao was shocked.He rolled over, throwing himself off the bed, the gun still firmly in his hand.

He looked up and saw the man's chest was bleeding, his face was ferocious, and his tone was full of warning: "If you are not good, you will be punished."

Qu Jiamao did not lose his composure.

He thought that some people's hearts were different from ordinary people, so he raised his gun and shot at the man's chest on the other side.

The man's face changed, and he turned sideways to avoid the bullet, but was still hit by it on the shoulder, and bright red blood gushed out from his arm.

Qu Jiamao confirmed his judgment and shot the man in the knee first.

The man was wary of Qu Jiamao shooting himself in the chest, but he didn't pay attention to the protection of his lower body. He was caught off guard by the shot and fell to his knees with a plop.

Across the bed, the man stared at Qu Jiamao with a ferocious expression.

Qu Jiamao stood up.

He looked down at the man.

The man said: "I love you so much, how could you do this to me?"

Qu Jiamao said: "Love? What you call love is the desire to possess this skin." He fired another shot at the man's other knee, admiring the man's distorted expression of pain.After admiring enough, he pointed his gun at the man's chest, "You all take your disgusting 'love' to hell."

Unexpectedly, the man crawled forward with two bleeding legs, moving towards his direction like a pilgrim.

Qu Jiamao was shocked.

His hands trembled slightly, and he shot a bullet into the man's chest.

The man continued to crawl towards him as if he hadn't seen it.

The bullet sank into the man's chest.

The man knelt on the edge of the bed, staring greedily at Qu Jiamao's naked upper body with crazy infatuation.With the last of his strength, he read out the poem: "I died because of you, at your feet..."

The man gradually fell silent.

Qu Jiamao slowly threw away the gun in his hand as if he had collapsed.

Like fate, he always meets such people.

It was obvious that they themselves were going crazy, but they still thought it was unreasonable that he had seduced them.

Qu Jiamao closed his eyes.

He felt a little tired and needed some sleep.