violent love affair

The night wind blowing over gently blows along the smooth lines of a Bugatti Veyron parked on the roadside, and the fine dust brought up by the night wind entangles the patterns on the tires and flies away...

Contrary to this quiet and safe atmosphere, it is the fiery heat ignited in that square inch of the car.

Du Zhuoyang, whose spiritual world has been shocked into a turbulent sea, is not quite clear about the situation he is in at this time. He can only follow the guidance of instinct, being kissed deeply, being sought, and being pressed by a kind of eagerness with unbearable restraint. Overwhelmed with emotions...

——It seems that something is not right.

He thought vaguely, but there was always an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

Fang Shuping, who had exhausted all his strength to restrain himself, finally pulled himself off the opponent's lips, raised his hand and poured the half bottle of water in his hand on his head.

Only then did he dare to turn his head to look at Du Zhuoyang, but at a glance, he saw the soft and thin red of the man's water-colored lips that he kissed repeatedly, as well as the pair of black eyes that gradually faded and blurred.

... This half bottle of water is for nothing!

The warmth away from his lips made Du Zhuoyang frowned uncomfortably, and the emptiness that had been relieved a little spread out intensified, as if some unknown things had been forcibly removed from his body...

"...Water." He pulled the collar of his shirt weakly, feeling a little nostalgic for the fleeting warmth just now.

Fang Shuping, who was on the verge of getting burned, dared to do those small actions that seemed to take advantage of the moment, but caused a lot of "damage", so he could only grit his teeth and carefully feed people water.During the period, the hands trembled and the heart trembled, and all kinds of unpromising performances were enough.

Then, the Second Young Master Fang resolutely changed the final destination of the navigation. He forgot about Weier City, "father-in-law", and reporting safety. The search options displayed on the navigator were impressively: the nearest hotel.

Of course, deeply regretful that the last "eat dry and wipe clean" was too hasty and the place was too shabby. After weighing the distance and the strength of self-control, Fang Shuping finally chose a restaurant less than 50 meters away. On the way to a five-star hotel within a kilometer, he presciently booked a presidential suite.

After actually entering the room, Fang Shuping was not as anxious as before.

What happened in the past two days had a greater impact on him than the other.The change of mood between anger and joy made him not want to think about anything at this time, he just wanted to be with Du Zhuoyang in peace and stability, until the previous negative emotions such as concern, worry, anxiety, and rage were overwhelmed by this kind of emotion. Calm down one by one with peace of mind.

After supporting Du Zhuoyang to lie down on the bed, Fang Shuping frowned and looked at the numerous scars on his arms and knuckles—these small but deep wounds were more clear and eye-catching under the soft light in the room. Looking at it made him feel that these were more painful than the gunshot wound on his chest that hadn't fully healed.

Reluctantly bent down and rubbed his lips against Du Zhuoyang's forehead, Fang Shuping turned around and called the attendant butler of the suite. This kind of calm Liu Xiahui praised vigorously.

However, within a few minutes when he went to the door to get the medical kit and then turned back to the master bedroom, the man who was lying on the bed had disappeared.

Seeing this, Fang Shuping threw away the medical kit in his hand, and rushed to the French windows with the curtains wide open... Looking around, he could only see the dark sky and the flying curtains And there is no one under the tens of meters of the floor.

And it was only then that he heard the sound of water coming from the matching bathroom in the master bedroom.

After closing the window and pulling the curtains tightly with trembling hands, Fang Shuping buried his face in the palms of his hands.

——What are you thinking?How could anyone have thought that people would escape from that place?

—Actually, after all, I’m still afraid...

——Even if you said "don't be afraid", you still don't know what I'm afraid of...

After sorting out his emotions a bit, Fang Shuping pushed open the bathroom door of the master bedroom, and immediately saw Du Zhuoyang, who hadn't even taken off his clothes, turned the shower to the maximum, half-closed his eyes, and was sitting on a wet body enough for two people. Shared bathing in a large bath that can be tossed casually.

The wounds on his body, under the impact of the turbulent water flow, the wounds that had not healed at first had already dyed the water around him pale pink.

Fang Shuping walked forward slowly, his movements were careful and gentle, as if he was afraid that he would disturb him if he moved a little too loudly.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand to touch Du Zhuoyang's wet forehead.

This touch immediately made him furious: the skin of the tentacles was still hot, but the surface was smashed into ice by the water flow...

Angrily turning off the shower, Fang Shuping pulled out a towel from the side, wrapped it around Du Zhuoyang's body, and dragged him out of the half-filled bath with ice water.

Stimulated by the cold water flowing down his head, Du Zhuoyang regained his rational tail and grabbed Fang Shuping's arm vigorously, but he couldn't shake Fang Shuping's arm because of the temporary loss of strength.

"... let me go," he said.

"Put it on the bed!" Fang Shuping replied viciously.

After seemingly rudely but carefully throwing him on the bed, Fang Shuping held his wet sleeves and said, "Can you save me a little bit? You are not afraid of being frightened when you are a man?!"

Du Zhuoyang felt that half of his body was burning and the other half was shivering with cold, and his skin, which had been numb from the cold water just now, started to move again under the influence of the medicine still in his body... Even the surface of the bath towel that directly touched the skin It can make him feel unbearably teased.

—What is that idiot yelling about?It's noisy.

After Fang Shuping got over his mouth addiction, he immediately went to the medical kit, fumbled to find the Band-Aid, and recalled countless times in his memory the scene of Du Zhuoyang gently bandaging him.

... Although Du Zhuoyang's actions that day had nothing to do with the word gentleness!

First wipe off the wet hair with a bath towel, take off the wet clothes and throw them aside, and carefully disinfect the wounds soaked in water with hydrogen peroxide...

When he was doing these actions, he kept his eyes on the wounds of different sizes, and felt his heart throbbing when his fingers stroked the wounds.

Du Zhuoyang's breathing became more and more difficult due to his small and gentle movements, and he felt that the blood in his body that had turned into a close relative of magma was flowing in the blood vessels, completely following the movements of his body.

Since the absurdity of being fascinated two months ago, he has never had any skin-to-skin contact with anyone.One reason is that he is too busy with affairs to spare time, and the other reason is that the hatred for Fang Shuping has made all the "bed affairs" loathing for a while.

Now, the already accumulated lust combined with the turmoil caused by drugs made it impossible for him to resist this raging tide of passion.

So, when Fang Shuping's fingers left his fingertips, Du Zhuoyang couldn't help reaching out and pulling his wrist back.

Excited by this small gesture, Fang Shuping leaned forward and kissed his fingertips: "Honey, wait a minute... let me treat your wound."

As he said so, he frantically wrapped a Band-Aid around Du Zhuoyang's fingers.Although the Band-Aid was crooked by him, he still remembered to point the gauze containing the medicine at the wound.

Suppressing his impatience, he managed to take care of all the wounds, big and small, the Second Young Master Fang who was going back and forth. His next move was to kick open the medical box on the bed, and pounced on it wagging his tail.

Du Zhuoyang, who was under his weight, was pushed up in one breath, and he snorted slightly.

In Fang Shuping's ears, this sound was almost like the sound of heaven.

He lightly stroked the lines on Du Zhuoyang's face with his fingertips, treating him like a treasure with both seriousness and joy.

The last night of love in the mountains and forests made him very dissatisfied, and it was even less satisfying than when he saw that he could not eat.

This time, I can finally eat it from the inside out!

"It's so hot..." Du Zhuoyang pushed him impatiently, but when the push was placed on the opponent's shoulder, he was attracted by the touch of the skin and unconsciously turned into an embrace instead.

——This feeling seems to have a sense of familiarity.

"I'll cool you down..." Fang Shuping didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saying this sentence from his own mouth, which was already burning with desire. I don't know how clever the bandaging technique is.

Du Zhuoyang felt that the flames that had burned himself all night became more swaying and surging with the series of actions imposed on his body: when his fingers brushed over, those thin flames hidden under the skin seemed to be calmed down , However, as the finger left, it quickly rekindled and swelled up...

This kind of desire and dissatisfaction that is always hanging on is almost driving him crazy, so even if there are always clear judgments left in his subconscious mind such as "not right", "stop", "push him away", etc., he still Powerless to hinder the hormonal stimulation in his body that has reached crazy levels at this time.

Almost subconsciously, he sent himself into the arms of the other party. The vivid touch brought by the first touch of the skin made those nerve cells that were already very active under the bioelectric stimulation shudder with joy.

Fang Shuping is very satisfied with Du Zhuoyang's submissive and even proactive attitude of whatever he asks for. He has been greatly satisfied with the love and desire in his heart. He is not only using his fingers, but also his lips. Du Zhuoyang has branded his own taste and mark on his body.

... Just kidding, maybe you don't know how many times you can meet this kind of treatment in your life?Even after he really hit it off, Zhuo Yang wouldn't obediently let himself do what he wanted, and do what he didn't want...

This time, you must earn enough for a lifetime!

Du Zhuoyang was panting from being tossed back and forth by him, and the flames that had been stirred up almost burned all over his body, but this bastard was still happily continuing...

enough.

Unbearable, Du Zhuoyang grabbed the "large canine animal" that was sucking out one hickey after another on his inner thigh, raised his chin slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lick."

Fuck me!Fang Shuping thought to himself: I can't stand your ditty!

Then, he willingly lowered his head, accurately found the part that he deliberately ignored from the beginning, and sucked it deeply...

A pleasant murmur was suppressed in Du Zhuoyang's throat, and those endless demands that had not stopped for a second and were about to drown him were finally comforted with satisfaction, and then began to become a little softer.

He let out a sigh of relief slowly, then unconsciously placed his fingers on the moving head lying in the center of his body, and scratched and pulled his fingertips casually.

Fang Shuping suddenly grabbed his hand and clasped it in his palm, raised his eyes to look at him like a wild beast that chooses to eat people.

The feeling of being cut off suddenly when he was half satisfied made Du Zhuoyang give a dissatisfied "hmm", he raised his foot and pushed towards the man, but was easily restrained by the other hand with his other hand, and then slowly pulled behind him.

With a little force from Fang Shuping's hands, the distance between the two of them was completely reduced to zero. The close contact of the private parts made the pores of his whole body open comfortably, and he was so energetic that he felt that he had already obtained The whole world.

So, he pushed forward maliciously, forcing the other person to breathe fast, and then coaxed him in a low voice, "Do you want it? If you want it, just move and see for yourself?"

How could Du Zhuoyang get used to his stink?Lifting the knee of the other leg and touching it under his lower abdomen, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "If you talk nonsense, get out!"

As a result, Second Young Master Fang was immediately beaten back to his original form, and he voluntarily admitted his mistake: "My dear, I was wrong. I will do more, move more and talk less in the future. Come on, raise your waist a little..."

He spoke like this, but his movements were not slow at all. He caressed the water stains under Du Zhuoyang's body that were not completely dry, and rushed in.

The longing in the front has not been fully satisfied, and the sudden, long-term pain behind him made Du Zhuoyang hold his breath in front of his chest...

——This bastard! ! !

This was a sentence of resentment that flew through Du Zhuoyang's mind when he was awakened by the pain.