violent love affair

The silver-white Porsche Cayenne disappeared crookedly into the jungle with almost no roads, with scratched paint and various branches flying away.

"Take care of yourself~" Fang Shuping said earnestly to the back of the car, waving his hands, although his original intention was to hope that it could take care of itself for one more minute in order to attract one more minute of attention and...firepower.

Du Zhuoyang walked in the opposite direction of the car without saying a word, moving as nimbly as a mountain leopard.He traveled very fast and left almost no traces of where he walked.

It is a pity that a person who hoped to be abandoned on the way has always insisted on following around, very persistent.

A huge mountain owl fluttered its wings and disappeared among the dense branches. The luster on the gray-brown feathers flashed in the gradually darkening sky.

"I can't go anymore," Fang Shuping panted slightly, leaning against the sequoia that had just flown away a mountain owl and said, "We will lose our direction."

Du Zhuoyang handed the half-drunk golden-brown wine bottle to Fang Shuping, who was panting. It was rum—thankfully, there was a small car refrigerator in the Cayenne that drove away, which saved them from falling into Possibly the tragic situation of having to eat raw bird eggs.

"I won't," he said.

Sitting down on the root of the tree with the wine bottle in his arms, Fang Shuping reached out and wiped the sweat off his face—for real this time—and left a gray mark on his forehead, “Where are we going?  … ...It doesn't matter if you don't answer, just let me know that following you is right."

"Behind the mountain under our feet is a small town on the interstate." Du Zhuoyang tightened the buttons of his shirt cuffs, "If we're lucky, we can find my people there."

"What if it's unfortunate?" Fang Shuping looked at him pitifully and asked.

"...Let's prepare your suicide note." Du Zhuoyang said, and then threw a back to the man behind him.

The night was getting heavier and heavier, and under the bleak and lonely starlight, it was almost impossible to distinguish the posture of the branches piercing into the sky.

The bad news was that the phone signal never recovered, but the good news was that a hidden cave was discovered during a near-miss fall off a ridge.

Strictly speaking, this is not actually a cave, but a depression formed after a large piece of the mountain peeled off.

Du Zhuoyang threw the backpack on the ground, and there was a crisp sound of bottles colliding inside the bag.The food was almost exhausted and there was some wine left.

"Believe me," Fang Shuping spread his coat on the floor, watching Du Zhuoyang sit on it unceremoniously, "Although I have conceived the scene of watching the stars and the moon with you countless times, there is absolutely no One situation would be what it is now."

"Your obscenity to me makes me feel sick," Du Zhuoyang said lightly, "It's really rare to see people who can make me feel sick."

Handing over a small bottle of very good-looking tequila, Fang Shuping changed the subject with a smile, "No salt... no lemon... no pickled dried peppers, but you can try this," he compared My own tiger's mouth, "I sweated all afternoon, so it must be very salty."

"If it wasn't because there wasn't much wine left, I would have smashed your head with a wine bottle." Du Zhuoyang rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, his calm tone was suppressing his restless anger, "But, this That doesn't stop me from beating you up—I've wanted to do that for a long time."

In the dim light, several round cyan fruits were thrown over, and then grabbed by Du Zhuoyang who was ready to punch someone.

"A kind of local wild fruit," Fang Shuping raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and flattery, "it's sour, salty and astringent... I think you like it better than my hands."

Du Zhuoyang looked at Fang Shuping coldly, took a lot of time to darken and lighten his eyes, and then bit open the cork on the wine bottle with his teeth, and spit it out forcefully.

This unknown fruit from the North American jungle has a crispy shell and salty juice, mixed with the strong alcoholic punch of tequila, it is like a large cluster of fireworks set off in the depths of the brain.

Sourer and fresher than lemons... full of haze.

Before he took the first bite, Du Zhuoyang obviously underestimated the taste of the fruit in his hand, he took a sip of the wine and stuffed his chest, and was unable to speak for a long time.

After his sense of taste returned to normal, he took a deep breath, and then took another big gulp of wine.

"It's a bit cold at night," Fang Shuping looked at him with a smile, the tips of his teeth were slightly white in the dark twilight, "Drink some wine to warm yourself up."

The few dim stars left in the sky were also swallowed by the edge of darkness. The chirping of insects rang twice tremblingly and then fell silent again.

Du Zhuoyang bent one leg in front of him, and leaned against the stone wall behind him with half-closed eyes.

He felt that the degree of dizziness was a bit beyond his controllable limit. After all, the hydration all afternoon had the side effect of alcohol.

This feeling, not so good, he thought.

"What are you thinking?" Fang Shuping asked next to him sitting down.

The temperature of the human body came from the side, slowly infiltrating and infiltrating, bringing a kind of instinctive attraction and closeness...

Du Zhuoyang closed his eyes and did not answer.

"...Why," Fang Shuping gently approached his ear, "Is it him or not me?"

Du Zhuoyang opened his eyes abruptly, and the sharpness in his eyes flashed past.

Fang Shuping grabbed his wrist and clasped it tightly before continuing, "Shh—don't be too nervous...Of course, you can't be too nervous right now."

Du Zhuoyang reflexively wanted to shake off the man's hand, but he didn't expect to be able to shake him even after struggling... The powerless feeling at the fingertips was transmitted to the nerve center with a delay, a kind of vague and heavy confinement.

Breathing became a little heavy, Du Zhuoyang took a few breaths, "...what is it?"

He stretched out his hand to pick up the messy hair around his ear, smoothed it out neatly, and then slowly pressed his lips against Du Zhuoyang's ear, and said with a little breath, "The people here They call it Intoxic, or Anoxic, anyway, what kind of oxic... The local aborigines will use this green fruit to catch monkeys. Although these two things are almost gone now, this gadget is still there. I am today. Found it by accident this afternoon."

"Unless you kill me, or I will kill you." Du Zhuoyang said coldly, his trembling tone suppressed a calmness.

Fang Shuping laughed softly, his laughter and the trembling of his lips made Du Zhuoyang slightly frown.

"Don't you want to know what I want to do?" Fang Shuping pressed Du Zhuoyang's hair with the liner of his lips to explore the shape of his ear, "Let me tell you... I want to do what you want to do to Shao Yichen... I I’ve wanted to do this for a long time too.”

Du Zhuoyang froze when he heard the words.

"Of course, there are other things." The lips moved to the bottom of the earlobe, hesitating the direction of the next step, "You should know about this afternoon, there is something wrong with your people..."

He found what he was looking for with his finger, and after clenching it tightly, he clasped the opponent's finger tightly between his fingers, "They know your itinerary, and they will guess where you want to go—once they find the car What if they set up an ambush in town? I can't let you take that risk...I'll do it."

The dual effects of alcohol and alkaloids made Du Zhuoyang's mind chaotic, full of confused thoughts and colorful grotesques, as if only the voices constantly coming from his ears were left playing the role of an unqualified guide.

He tried his best to turn his head to look at Fang Shuping, the man's light lip color was very clear in the close distance.

"... let go," he said.

Fang Shuping's answer was to gently kiss the corner of his lips.

Very soft and very warm.

"Tomorrow," Fang Shuping said, his hot breath blowing on Du Zhuoyang's face, "tomorrow..."

He didn't continue talking, but looked hard at the man whose expression was getting more and more confused.

Du Zhuoyang smiled and said soberly, "Tomorrow you'd better pray that you die quickly, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands."

After he finished saying this, he bit hard on the lips that had kissed him tenderly just now, his sharp teeth cut into a sweet and drunk bloody smell, and the hot tip of his tongue enlarged the length of the scar as if fascinated.

Fang Shuping was taken aback for a moment, and then kissed back with greater enthusiasm.

The sober consciousness gradually drifted away, and the restlessness of alcohol and natural instinct broke the last tension of reason... Du Zhuoyang knew clearly that once he regained his sanity, he would definitely want to tear the man in front of him into pieces and feed him South African piranhas.

However, at any time and under any circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for him to be willing to be the passive side.

Clothes were scattered all over the place, and the skin that was pressed together hungrily pursued the further taboo.Small gasps and low moans stick together, and the intensity of the kiss becomes less and less...

"This is absolutely not..." Fang Shuping's voice was slightly hoarse, "It is definitely not one of the scenarios I have thought of..."

The end of this sentence was lost in the heated movements, Du Zhuoyang narrowed his eyes and said to the man, "Kiss me."

When he said these two words, his eyes looked down slightly, and he looked very proud.

Fang Shuping took a deep look at him and lowered his head willingly.

The moan was stuck in his throat, Du Zhuoyang raised his head high, his eyes focused on other places... He couldn't tell whether the increasingly intense physical pleasure came from alcohol and intoxic stimulation, or from the man's superb skills Fingers and lips.

... who cares?He thought, the arc of the lip line was wanton and gorgeous.

"Hmm...a little deeper...that's right...that's it..."

The murmured voice seemed to be entangled in the air. It was a sigh that could only be uttered by being completely immersed in the rhythm of sex and enjoying all of it. It was so provocative that I wanted to burn myself completely.Fang Shuping felt that he was satisfied and calm now, and at the same time, he was still dissatisfied with a greater reward.

——That’s right, it’s a reward.

He thought that for this kind of reward, even if he would lose his life in this life, it would be worth it.

"Enough..." Du Zhuoyang forcefully hooked the man towards him, there was a fatal attraction in his blurred eyes, "You don't know this, do you? Enter..."

Before he could finish his words, he was shattered by the next powerful action.

The sudden entry made the two of them groan at the same time... Fang Shuping felt that he had reached the edge of heaven.

Just entering it has already obtained such a thick and sweet taste, he can no longer imagine what kind of unbearable ecstasy it will be in the future.

... This kind of X love, once is enough to be addicted.

Fang Shuping thought, no matter what, he will live on tomorrow.

Cold sweat slipped from his forehead to his eyes, but the sweat on his back was hot.

Du Zhuoyang frowned tightly in pain, but he still pulled the man into himself with trembling hands and legs.

——A little deeper, a little more pain...I want to remember this pain forever, deep into the bone marrow, so deep that I can never forget...what I gave and what I was given.

Fang Shuping kissed Du Zhuoyang's lips with forgetfulness, wishing to rub the other into himself and himself into the other, and then become one like this.

He looked at Du Zhuoyang affectionately, but unexpectedly saw a pair of bright eyes.

The owner of these eyes said to him softly but firmly, "Remember this well...until I kill you."

He felt that he had already fallen into this brilliance, which couldn't be any deeper.

The morning in the mountains is extraordinarily transparent and clear, as well as the freshness of grass leaves.

When Du Zhuoyang woke up, the sky hadn't turned bright yet.And, alone.

His clothes were neatly worn on his body. Although there were mud stains from the hiking belt, they were smoothed out without leaving a single wrinkle.

Du Zhuoyang sat up, his expressionless face did not show that he was enduring some unspeakable discomfort at the moment.

A small pile of belongings not far from him was yesterday's leftover booze - which made someone's face darken even more, remembering that damn bottle of tequila and something.

Looking back and forth, Du Zhuoyang easily found that there was a can of beer missing in the bottle, but there were two more things: a handful of Glock and a German sausage. Personally had dinner yesterday evening.

Very good... Du Zhuoyang slowly grasped the gun tightly in his hand: I will return this gun to you bullet by bullet.

The memory slowly began to come back, throwing away those intertwined and indulgent scenes... Du Zhuoyang remembered that the man was still hugging him tightly after the end of the love, and whispered in his ear over and over again that he would let himself go Wait for him here until noon, and he will go there to find his own people.

Frowning, Du Zhuoyang habitually touched the ring on the little finger of his left hand, but found an empty space.

Looking at his finger with the ring removed with a livid face, Du Zhuoyang swore that he had never hated a person like this before.

——Fang Shuping!

It is worth mentioning that this jade tail ring has such a big or small role in the Du family: it symbolizes the identity of the head of the family.

Therefore, it is absolutely certain that it must be impossible to have any connection with the four words "token of love".

Although, this ring is indeed being strung on someone's chest right now, swinging and swinging as he runs.

Near noon, Du Zhuoyang's various misfortunes finally came to an end.

A Ji, whose arm was almost smashed into a sieve, ignored the pain and led the elite of the Du family all the way along the marks made by Du Zhuoyang. After searching almost like a net, he finally found his Du Shao.

"Young Master Du..." Aji hugged Du Zhuoyang with snot and tears, crying bitterly, "I'm so scared, so afraid that something happened to you, otherwise how will I face you in hell after I die? ..."

Du Zhuoyang grabbed Aji by the collar and threw him aside in disgust, then lit the cave that provided him with a shelter with his chin and said, "Burn."

Thick green smoke steamed up in the forest, Du Zhuoyang watched with a cold face as his subordinates dutifully burned the place to nothingness according to his order.

Aki, with one arm hanging, loyally sobbed and added, "Young Master Du, I'm afraid that you will go to the town below the mountain... the bugs at home hooked up with those bastards in Italy and pulled out our nails there , just waiting for you to throw yourself into the trap..."

Du Zhuoyang suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the town, and Aji, who was standing beside him, clearly saw the corners of his eyes twitch.

The silence lasted only a short while.

Du Zhuoyang snorted coldly, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

"Young Master Du...Young Master Du..." Aji followed closely behind Du Zhuoyang, "Where are we going? Are we going back? By the way, I don't seem to have seen Mr. Fang. Where are the others? What about people..."

Du Zhuoyang said without looking back, "Go back...to meet our bugs and Italians."

"I mean Boso! Boso Boso..." Aki asked with a jump.

"Aki, you will be imprisoned for one month, and your dividends will be deducted for one month."

"Eh?...Eh? What did I do wrong again?"

"Two months."

"I……"

"Three months."

"Woooooooo..."