Yi Ren from afar

When we met for the first time, Ye Mingyuan was cold and polite. For so many years, no one rushed to his side. Knowing that he was running all the way, he suppressed the anger he could bear.

Seeing the people indulging in the beautiful scenery, Sun Zhanyi smiled knowingly, no wonder he was so ignorant of the world, he was just a child who didn't grow up, otherwise how could he easily expose his preferences to others.

In the restaurant, Xu Zhizhou asked him to sit beside him, despite the puzzlement and surprise on the other side's face, he still obediently sat beside him, Sun Zhanyi praised in his heart: so good.

When leaning over to pour the wine close, the milky aroma from the tip of the nose seemed to still linger on the tip of Sun Zhanyi's nose. At this moment, the smog was lingering, and the smell of tobacco on the tip of the tongue still couldn't dispel the residual sweet aroma.

Sun Zhanyi stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, walked back to the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp. Although the light was soft, it still irritated the person on the bed. Ye Mingyuan trembled all over, his fingers gripping the sheet tightly.

Sun Zhanyi leaned over and slid Ye Mingyuan's swollen cheeks with his fingertips. His fingertips followed the bruised corners of his mouth and slid all the way down. His fair and smooth skin was stained with mottled marks. He sat on the bed and kissed Ye Mingyuan's lips: "From now on, you will follow I, as long as you are obedient, I will treat you kindly."

Ye Mingyuan gradually tightened his grip on the bed sheet, and asked coldly, "Treat me well? How do you treat me well? Is it the same as before?"

Sun Zhanyi got up suddenly, paced back and forth in the room, and suddenly walked back to the bed, grabbed the other person's hair, forcefully pulled him up from the bed, looked into the other person's eyes, and said word by word: "I don't like it when I touch you. How about I let the people outside the door touch you? I have all kinds of people, can I change 10 every day? Or sell you across the border so that you can never go home, okay?"

Sun Zhanyi noticed that Ye Mingyuan's expression was strange when he heard the word "go home", and he couldn't help chuckling: "If you want to go home, just be obedient."

Sun Zhanyi took out the medicine box, sat across from him, took out a cotton swab, moistened it with medicinal wine, gently applied the medicinal wine to the bruises and scars, watched the person sitting in front of him no longer struggling, and kissed him At the corner of his mouth, he said with a smile: "It's so cute."