I want to be your white moonlight

Lin Xiang beat, pushed, bit and cursed, no matter how desperately he struggled, Huo Sirong still held him tightly, like a mountain, unmoved.

"Lin Er, play with me Tathagata Buddha suppressing Monkey King." Huo Sirong said hoarsely, "You play Monkey King, and I play Wuzhishan."

If it was Lin Xiang, he would add "how?" to ask the other party's opinion, but Huo Sirong would not ask Lin Xiang's opinion at all.

So like an order, he broke Lin Xiang's body and pushed in.

The sudden parting, the anger upon learning of the divorce, and two years of lovesickness, were all poured into Lin Xiang's body by Huo Sirong.

"Don't go," Huo Sirong demanded forcefully and domineeringly, "don't leave me again."

Lin Xiang turned over, vomited faintly, and the pain was like a mountain torrent.

"It's Lin Yan." He closed his eyes, as if he had stepped off a cloud, and repeated without knowing why: "Lin Yan..."

The dawn was cold, and Lin Xiang's eyes were tightly closed.

Huo Sirong opened his eyes against the darkness.

He had slept lightly for the past two years, and every time he dreamed back late at night, when he opened his eyes, there was only a piece of cold air beside him, and the child who had lay on him and poked his shoulder was gone.

Huo Sirong had no choice but to sit up, took out the clothes he bought for Lin Xiang from the cupboard, held them in his arms, and sat there until dawn.

Some likes fade away due to the long separation, while some likes, like aged wine, are buried in the unfathomable underground, accumulating over the years.

How many times Huo Sirong longed for Lin Xiang to be by his side, he can't count.

When he turned around and found a face similar to Lin Xiang, and then called out the other person's name "Lin Yan", how much disappointment he felt in his heart was beyond words.

Huo Sirong sat up, embraced the exhausted and sleeping Lin Xiang in his arms, and let the other person's head lean on his chest.

Huo Sirong hugged him tightly, folded his arms, the panic and fear of regaining him made him have no time to care about him, he could only hold on to the real person in his arms.

Lin Xiang woke up from the nightmare, and at the same moment when he noticed Huo Sirong's breath, he pushed him away and retched desperately.

Huo Sirong guarded him in a panic: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiang kicked him away and cursed angrily, "Get lost!"

Huo Sirong's complexion changed slightly.

Lin Xiang stumbled and jumped out of bed, clutching his stomach to support the wall, the air was cold and damp, and his body was even more cloudy, Lin Xiang was disgusted.

"Huo Sirong, why don't you die!?" Lin Xiang scolded recklessly.

How much I like him, Huo Sirong thought, but he let me die.The man was furious. He stepped forward and pinched Lin Xiang's arm: "Remarry."

"Impossible!" Lin Xiang shook off him: "I don't like you, Huo Sirong, don't you know how much I fucking hate you?!"

The fire of hope in Huo Sirong's eyes instantly cooled down, and his face showed the color of ashes that were burnt through and dead.

All sounds are silent.

Huo Sirong recalled how much he abandoned Lin Xiang in the past, and used him as a substitute, as a plaything, kept by his side, but was reluctant to part with him.

At that time, he was too confident, confident that after the age of 30, he would never fall in love with anyone again, Lin Xiang cleaned himself up and sent him to the door, and Huo Sirong accepted it with a smile.

At that time, he thought, it's just for fun, whoever is tempted is an idiot.

Lin Xiang is an idiot, offering the boy's sincerity for men to trample on him.

Huo Sirong is also an idiot, he only understands the happiness of owning himself after losing it.

"Remarriage." Huo Sirong ignored Lin Xiang's yelling, he repeated bluntly and coldly: "You must sign the remarriage letter."

"Impossible." Lin Xiang was emotional, his chest heaved violently, he supported the wall and said in disgust, "Don't even think about it. Huo Sirong, unless I die, I will hate you forever."

His heart was throbbing, Huo Sirong subconsciously grabbed his chest, he stepped towards Lin Xiang, his eyes filled with darkness.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care if you hate me or not, but we must remarry." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice.

"What if I don't agree?" Lin Xiang sneered, "Can you sign according to me?"

"Then it's up to you to sign." Huo Sirong's expression was as cold as his tone, looking down at him almost cruelly, his face was terribly gloomy.

It's not that Lin Xiang doesn't know that Huo Sirong is ruthless, he can do all kinds of indecent things.

In terms of shamelessness, there is probably no one in this world who can surpass Huo Sirong.

When Wen Yao returned to the villa where the two lived in handcuffs, Huo Sirong was taking Lin Xiang to take a bath.

Lin Xiang struggled hard, Huo Sirong took a lot of effort to restrain him.

Lin Erwo was shoved into the bathtub helplessly by him, Huo Sirong pressed his chest with one hand, and carefully wiped the wound with the other hand.

Stinging pain, shame, and nausea rushed into his heart, and then smashed into his stomach. Lin Xiang kicked Huo Sirong in the face, turned over and lay on the edge of the tank, coughing and vomiting.

"Don't touch me!" Lin Xiang said angrily.

Huo Sirong stood up, the big man was at a loss, he stood there in a daze, not understanding why Lin Xiang vomited again.

He didn't eat much for a whole day, and after eating, he felt sick to his stomach, so he vomited out, and now he could only vomit some acid water, which made Huo Sirong terrified.

Wen Yao asked worriedly, "Did Lin Er suffer from gastroenteritis?"

Huo Sirong shook his head: "It's not like, the doctor checked it and said there's nothing wrong with it."

Lin Xiang curled up wrapped in a blanket, and stuffed herself into the small sofa, full of resentment hanging on her face.

Wen Yao carefully handed the stainless steel box containing the handcuffs to Huo Sirong, looked at the young man sitting in front of the computer with his back facing him, and suddenly sighed: "I've grown up."

"He's also a lot taller." Huo Sirong followed his gaze, smiled wryly, and said meaningfully: "The temper is even worse."

"Pretending to be obedient and acting stupid suppressed the wild cat's temper. In the past two years, no one has been willing to take care of him. Let him grow up freely. His temper can only be worse than before." Wen Yao shook his head, and patted Huo Sirong on the shoulder: " Sir, it’s not easy to come by, so cherish it.”

Both of them knew what this meant.

Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang have been tossing and tossing all the way, and Wen Yao is a personal witness, who can type on the keyboard and cry a hundred thousand words every minute. As a single dog, he was tortured by this pair of dogs day and night.

The suffering is unbearable. Wen Yao looks up at the sky and sighs, the suffering is unbearable.

Huo Sirong gave him a "get out of here" look, and Wen Yao quickly slipped away.

Lin Xiang was hungry, his limbs were limp and weak, and he refused to eat the food Huo Sirong sent him, he couldn't eat it.

Those foods taste like bitter gourd water in my mouth, and I feel uncomfortable.

Lin Xiang drooped her shoulders, and the mouse pointer was erratic, and she casually clicked into a pure literature forum.

This forum is about to close down, and the latest reply on the page was at this time last week, and there were only a few users who went back and forth.

Literature... Lin Xiang sighed silently. After leaving Ningbei for London, he never touched a book on literary theory.

Did Feng Tang and Wang Shuo make another shocking statement, did Gao Yuanbao and Qian Liqun make any new progress in their research on Lu Xun from the south to the north?What about Yu Hua, where did the miscellaneous works come out?

The older generation of writers withered, and the newcomers were in short supply.

Lin Xiang thought, no, the literary world needs talents like me, I can't give up on myself, he rubbed his chin thinking.

Fortunately, Huo Sirong didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would definitely have to sneer: "Say I'm shameless, you are not the same."

Lin Xiang had mixed feelings in his heart, and his dislike for Huo Sirong was suppressed by the worries of the literary world for the time being.

Until a cold touch on the wrist.

Lin Xiang turned her head, and Huo Sirong was half-kneeling beside him, as careful and meticulous as a good daughter-in-law sewing for her man, for fear that the stitches are not strict or there are slight omissions.

Lin Xiang: "..."

Huo Sirong looked at him tenderly: "Come, that hand."

Lin Xiang slapped him conveniently, kicked Huo Sirong to the ground, jumped up to hold him down, and punched and kicked him.

Huo Si swallowed it with tolerance.

When Lin Xiang calmed down, Mr. Huo's handsome face was already bruised and swollen. He bared his teeth slightly, and muttered to himself, "The claws are sharp enough."

"Are you sick, Huo Sirong?" Lin Xiang asked bluntly.

Without saying a word, Huo Sirong stretched the shackles to reach Lin Xiang's other wrist.

"I know how good you are at running." Facing Lin Xiang's loathing and contemptuous gaze, Huo Sirong turned a blind eye and said in a deep voice, "I also know that you hate me."

Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Because of this, I can't let you go." Huo Sirong looked up at him, and continued very solemnly: "Unless you sign the remarriage agreement."

"Then do you know that I feel like throwing up when I see you now?" Lin Xiang asked numbly.

Huo Sirong was stunned, he didn't understand that Lin Xiang's words meant a physiological reflex, not an emotional metaphor.

But these words were put naked in front of the two of them, and they were indeed cruel enough.

In Huo Sirong's memory, Lin Xiang was like a tireless asteroid revolving around a star, so dim and small that it would not emit light, but it always existed that could not be ignored.

The former Lin Xiang always tolerated everything about Mr. Huo.

"You just...hate me." Huo Sirong frowned with thick eyebrows, and the unbearable pain once again flooded his heart, making his broad and tall body shrouded in indescribable sadness.

Lin Xiang already disdains to talk to him anymore, the lost things belong to the past, and he has no interest in picking them up.

"Do you remember He Siyuan?" Lin Xiang said.

Huo Sirong thought for a while, then nodded.

"I broke up with him, and he has been trying to contact me since then, and even sent Qianqian's photo." Lin Xiang pursed her lips cruelly: "I blocked him."

"He Siyuan called and said I wasn't brother enough." Lin Xiang pulled back the left hand that Huo Sirong held in his palm, laughed loudly, and said sarcastically: "I asked someone to beat him up, and forced him to pay back what he owed me. 5000 yuan."

"Oh, by the way, for the 5000 yuan, he and Qianqian can't even afford to rent a house."

"Huo Sirong, why didn't you think about it when you were cruel, if I don't like you anymore, you dare to treat me like that, wouldn't you be afraid of being slaughtered by me with a knife in the middle of the night!?" Lin Xiang got up emotionally and suddenly.

Huo Sirong still maintained the posture of half-kneeling in front of him, dizzy and dazed.

——"But if it wasn't for you, who would dare to treat me like this?" When Huo Sirong fell on him for the first time, Lin Xiang endured the pain of bleeding and gave everything to him without reservation.

At that time, Huo Sirong didn't take it to heart at all.

A long time ago, Lin Xiang was still the bully of Bixi City, and no gangster who was five grades above him dared to provoke him easily.

Lin Xiang, being a generous person, is so nice to his brother, but if he is ruthless, it will be a wild cat turning into a tiger, and he has to peel off three layers of skin from the other party.

Just from the time when he was besieged by gangsters in the alley, he could get a glimpse of his personality. Anyone else, who was a little timid, immediately knelt down with his head in his arms and begged for mercy, while Lin Xiang, who was so fierce, One hits four, and there is no fear if there is no knife or blood.

He is such a fierce child and has a bad temper.Huo Sirong suddenly couldn't remember how he tamed Lin Xiang back then.

It seems that from the very beginning, Lin Xiang gathered all her sharp claws in front of him, curled up her big tail obediently, and let Mr. Huo rub her round and flatten her.

——"I like you, I'm really...sorry." In the hospital, Lin Xiang's weak breathing kept trembling.

And now, it's all ruined.

Likes evaporate, only hate is more stubborn than love.

Huo Sirong could hardly support his body, he raised his palm to hold the table.

After a long time, he got up in a rage, swept over the porcelain vase on the table, kicked down the leather chair, picked up the laptop in front of Lin Xiang, and smashed it to pieces.

In the whole room, there is only a frightening mess, as if a storm has passed through, and no grass can grow.

Lin Xiang silently watched him lose his temper.

Huo Sirong had vented enough before approaching him step by step, every step was full of heaviness and depression, he stared at him deeply.

"Lin Er, it doesn't matter." Huo Sirong said harshly: "You can hate if you want, but in this lifetime, your man will be Lao Tzu."

Lin Xiang has a saying that mmp doesn't know whether to say it or not.

Since ancient times, there has been no winner or loser in civil war negotiations, and it has always developed into armed conflicts, ranging from national wars to husband and wife fights.

The doors and windows had already been locked by Huo Sirong, and the anti-theft fence surrounded the room like a prison.

Lin Xiang had no choice but to run, so angry that his heart and lungs burst, he rolled up his sleeves and had a fight with Huo Sirong.

Lin Xiang is also considered to be a person with good fists, but unlike Huo Sirong, he has practiced systematically since he was a child.

In other words, Huo Sirong is a practicing family.

In the struggle between males, the primary purpose is always to conquer each other, and the winner of the struggle usually gets the priority.

The primitive laws of nature seem to be very applicable to human beings.

Originally, Huo Sirong just wanted to restrain Lin Xiang, but on the way, his skin scorched and rubbed against each other, causing too hot sparks. Mr. Huo became so angry that he flirted with him, and he simply threw Lin Er, who was punched and kicked, onto the bed.

"Huo Sirong, you bastard!" Lin Xiang scolded not to be outdone, but Mr. Huo replied, "Fuck."

Be concise and do what you say.

Lin Xiang lay prone on the bed, and whenever Huo Sirong touched him, he would reflexively feel nauseous and retched, which was more accurate than the girl's aunt.

Lin Xiang vomited until the sky was dark, and he didn't forget to turn his head and point his middle finger: "Fuck you eight generations of ancestors."

With a calm expression on his face, Huo Sirong took off his underpants, walked through the road with ease, and said: "Yes, next time I will take you to the mourning hall and fuck on their graves | You, okay?"

"You are... shameless to the extreme, Huo Sirong." Lin Xiang felt nauseous.

What responded to him was the sound of the shackles being locked. Huo Sirong pressed him down, leaned over and kissed his ear, with a low and sexy voice: "When you chased me before, you were quite shameless."

Lin Xiang was trembling with anger, Huo Sirong smiled and said nothing.

He has to run out, Lin Xiang thought dizzily, when did Joyce's pigeon become a fake and shoddy, and when did he fly to China? ! !

"Oh, by the way, there is one more question." Lin Xiang heard Huo Sirong above his head say leisurely, "When I touch you, you vomit, are you pregnant? Is it mine, huh?"

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow is that one, up clip emm so update emmm

The scum will definitely be abused!I have thought about how to abuse

But you have to balance the plot and word count TAT

Can wait for a wave of fattening qwq