I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

The door of the bathroom was closed tightly, and there was a constant sound of water. Yan Zigao stood under the hood, standing still in the rising water mist, letting the cold water wash over his fair body.Thick, fan-like eyelashes are stained with water droplets, hanging and drooping...

In the closed bathroom, for a moment, it was as quiet as the years. The beautiful young man was under the water curtain in the mist, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was peaceful...

The eyes that were covered like a feather fan were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the brown pupils were stained with blood in the whites of the eyes, full of blood!

Only Yan Zigao knew how long he had maintained this posture. He stood barefoot on the cold tiles for an hour, letting the water jet hit him.But no matter how long he was drenched in cold water, the blood in his body was still agitated, hungry and thirsty like tarsal maggots, biting his flesh and blood fiercely, occupying his thoughts, obliterating his reason!

Trembling uncontrollably, the bitten lower lip oozes blood, and the smell of iron permeates the air, but she doesn't feel any pain at all, all her thoughts are the ice in the bag beside the bed.

Maybe... maybe, just a little bit.Really just suck a little...

The trembling of hands and feet implicated the whole body trembling like epilepsy.Stretching out his hand tremblingly to close the shaggy head, Yan Zigao supported the wall and raised his eyelids, his beautiful eyes were blood red and lifeless, only the desire/desire was about to come out!

"No." Yan Zigao, who tried to focus on a gleam of brilliance in his lost eyes and kept awake, said to himself, "I have to quit..."

If Gu Qiongxiu knew that Tong Puran was a drug addict, how would he feel?Then he was even more shameless to ask Gu Qiongxiu to save him!

But the thousands of voices in his ears insisted on urging him to touch the ice outside, and the brilliance he finally gathered dissipated in an instant, and he began to be in a trance again.

Yan Zigao bit the wound on his upper lip, and felt the pain of bone erosion. He found the hidden needle unconsciously, and looked at the long and thin needle numbly. The pain made my cheeks hard, I clenched my teeth, and I gasped again and again...

The two struggles that tossed himself, his thighs throbbed with pain every time he took a step, his thin body was covered by pajamas, he wiped his wet hair weakly, and collapsed on the bed.

A death-like silence invaded the room.Yan Zigao looked at the ceiling unrealistically with death-like eyes.

There is an illusion that tears will come out after watching it.I was so dizzy that I couldn't think of anything, and fell asleep in a daze.

Waking up again is in the peculiar smell lingering at the tip of the nose, driving away the drowsiness and opening the eyelids.Under the dim light, there was a face with a strange sneer, and Yan Zigao backed away in fright.

The man has numbed him, and it's scary what he's doing!

Nan Hongkuang looked at him with a smile, slowly put the lumpy object on the tinfoil, took out the lighter, baked the bran under the paper, then sucked it with his nostrils close to the surface, showing a drowsy expression as if he was drunk, and then returned to normal Smiling, he looked at Yan Zigao who retreated to the wall.

"Come here, sweetheart." Holding the tinfoil, Nan Hongkuang got up/on the bed, and slowly approached the panicked young man, coaxing, "Don't hold yourself back, come here, brother, I will satisfy you."

"Come again, and I'll kill you!" Faced with the temptation from hell, Yan Zigao panicked and pulled out the needle hidden under the pillow, which was the only sharp weapon he could find...

Nan Hongkuang paused because of his words, and when he saw the silver-glowing embroidery needle, he burst out laughing, stopped three steps away from him, and coaxed softly, "Okay, I'm right here."

As he spoke, he fanned the ice on the tin foil with one hand, and sniffed it obsessively, showing an expression of incomparable enjoyment, and described the refreshing feeling in his mouth like a dream.

Yan Zigao swallowed the water unconsciously, his eyes stared at the object in the opposite man's hand with a dim light.The great temptation is close at hand!The blood in the body began to roll uncontrollably, and the longing that had been forcibly suppressed for several days broke out in an instant, and the menacing force quickly conquered everything from the body to the spirit...

His eyes slowly drifted away, his body leaning against the wall softened, he couldn't even hold the needle in his hand, and it fell on the crumpled bed sheet.

Finding that the missing boy had lost control, Nan Hongkuang approached with a smirk, put something under his delicate nose, and whispered like a loving lover: "Good boy, brother loves you."

Not long after, Nan Hongkuang turned off the bedside lamp, watched the decadent boy on the bed fall alone, and left the room with a smile on his face.

Want to resist after being infected with that thing?Want to get out of his control?Don't think about it!

The dusk was no longer as hot as the daytime, and Nan Hongkuang was in a good mood. He opened the door of Tong Puran's room, but saw that the dress delivered in the afternoon hadn't been changed yet, and urged the dazed Yan Zigao in a deep voice: "Hurry up, put this Put on a suit!"

Yan Zigao slowly raised his head and stared at him, the hatred in his eyes almost festered.For a long time, there was no trace of waves lowering their heads, looking at the feet as if they were made by a master sculptor.

Hey, what's the point of this banquet?

Even though the scars on his face can no longer be seen, he is forced to skate/ice at night, and his addiction is even heavier. He feels that his inner body is completely degenerated, and he has no face to meet his 'parents'.

"If you want to go, go by yourself." Yan Zigao said coldly, he will think of other ways, either to end the other party, or to end himself!

Broken lives and chaotic feelings should have come to an end long ago...

Nan Hongkuang looked at the top of his head, and his heart instantly became furious.Not only Tong Puran refused to attend, but also the boy's lifeless tone!Forced himself not to think about the entangled emotions, he forcefully stripped the boy's clothes, and said in a blunt tone, "Wear it yourself, or should I help you?"

"I have hands, get out!" Yan Zigao stood up abruptly, pointed his green index finger at the door, his eyes were full of anger.

Nan Hongkuang's handsome face was distorted, and he approached the extremely angry young man with a tone of abandonment: "You still think you are a young master with broken shoes? Hah!"

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Putting on a dress and sitting in the Nanhongkuang limousine, Yan Zigao looked at the gorgeous lights, closed his eyes uncomfortably, and felt sore in his heart. Since he woke up, he was imprisoned in a simple room, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Adapted to the colorful world.

Also, it's time to take a good look at what the world is like.Leaning against the back of the chair, Yan Zigao comforted himself sarcastically, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile for the first time in days.

The handsome and noble Nan Hongkuang next to him looked at Yan Zigao, and saw the warm and pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, and the moist lips with moistened lips... Suddenly, his heart suddenly jumped, and he turned his eyes away, trying to think of Tong Pu A charming face.

The car was parked outside a villa, the door of the European-style villa was open, and the guests arrived one after another.Seeing that it was Young Master Pu Ran, the waiter didn't ask for an invitation, so he bowed his body and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner to invite them into the hall.

The hall is brightly illuminated by the beautiful and exquisite chandeliers, warm and beautiful music is played from the piano area, and the almost endless dining table is covered with embroidered tablecloths, and various fruits, pastries, steaks, drinks and wines are placed. Many elegant guests chatted and danced on the dance floor.

With many familiar faces, Yan Zigao finally understood why Nan Hongkuang insisted on attending this banquet.As an actor who wants to break out of the world and stand at the top of the film industry, how can he let go of a banquet full of big-name directors and actors?

Sure enough, after entering the hall, Nan Hongkuang stood behind him, said with a half-hearted smile, "It's best not to play tricks, and don't disappoint your uncle."

After finishing speaking, he approached a middle-aged lady graciously as if he didn't know Tong Puran, raised his glass and talked and laughed.

Yan Zigao looked away in disgust, looking for the source of his uneasiness, Tong Puran, an actor who has already quit, probably has no one to talk to.

Holding the pastry, I finally had the strength to look around after eating almost.The guest on the first floor had already found someone to talk and laugh with, but he was still standing alone in the corner near the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a sign of 'Do Not Enter', and a dark color could be seen at the end of the spiral staircase. It seemed that a force was luring him to go up, chewing the root of his tongue in his ear.

Go check it out, you'll be happy.

go.There is a surprise~

With thoughts constantly expanding in his mind, Yan Zigao stepped up the stairs step by step, no one stopped him, the banquet with so many people must have been very busy.

At the end of the stairs is a long corridor, with gorgeous gatehouses closed on both sides, only one of them is open, emitting bright lights, as if waiting for someone to visit, existing there silently.

Yan Zigao guessed that it might be Tong Puran's uncle, so it's better not to go in.After all, he is so depraved and rotten, leaving Tong Puran's elders disappointed and heartbroken.

When he turned his toes lightly, a low and gentle voice came from the room: "Since you're here, come in."

Yan Zigao suddenly stopped, the voice was very nice, but it was embarrassing to be discovered by sneaking upstairs.Ru Yuandai frowned, Yan Zigao, who was standing at the end of the corridor, still walked towards the room, at least he should apologize for the intrusion.

Standing at the door and seeing a tall and straight man in formal attire, Yan Zigao's breathing seemed to be robbed, and he took a few breaths of cool air before he recovered.

The man with crossed legs is really handsome, with a straight nose, light-colored lips and thin lips, handsome and deep facial features, and the aggressive aura of a high-ranking person, especially those black and sharp eyes, which seem to be able to see through the heart so-so.

The eyes that people dare not look directly at are unblinking, looking at the young man at the door, his face as handsome as a descendant of a god is serious and quiet, and there is no smile at all.

Under such scrutiny, Yan Zigao, who is a "Duoshe" person, was extremely nervous, his fingers unconsciously tangle with the corners of his clothes, he lowered his head and dared not even speak, for fear of being discovered that he was not the deity...

After a long time, the man's Bai Ruyu's deep face was still expressionless, and he said in a low voice, "Long time no see, have you even forgotten the etiquette?"

Yan Zigao finally let go of his tense nerves, but he didn't want to call anyone. The title 'Uncle' was equivalent to life for him, and he couldn't give it to others, so his body that had just relaxed became stiff again, without saying a word.

The eyes of the man on the opposite side became sharper and sharper, like a sword that would be drawn at any time.Under the pressure, Yan Zigao looked at him with clear eyes, sweating profusely, and the scars on his body began to ache.

There are only deserted conversations upstairs, but behind a few big trees in the garden of the villa, it is very noisy, but it is covered by the sound of the banquet that has entered the carnival.

"Who are you? What's the point of trapping me here?" Nan Hongkuang, who felt uncomfortable, calmed down and said with a cold face.

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