The president is dying every day

The rationality of the two people was burned dry, the dam that restrained their desires was completely broken, and the flood roared like a roaring beast.

The only thing left in the brain is venting, desire, and tyranny. Jiang Huan pressed Ren Chuan on the bed and did not allow him to leave half a step. One wound after another was bitten on the white and slender neck. ,

The bed sheet was crumpled, soaked in bodily fluids, sticky and sweaty, Ren Chuan's body was like a flower blooming on it.Mountain and ~ interest ~ Governor ~ Ka.

But it was picked by Jiang Huan with extremely rough methods and played with his fingertips.

The sun and the moon are upside down, I don't know black and white.

In the end, he was reluctant, after everything subsided, Jiang Huan kissed Ren Chuan's lips, chest, and neck delicately, soothing his trembling body with his lips and tongue.

With a bang, large and large fireworks bloomed outside the window, extremely gorgeous and brilliant like flowers, falling into the shower of stars, and the light like a river of stars flowed into the room, reflecting on the two intersecting bodies.

Today is the full moon, the moonlight flows like water, a gentle light, Jiang Huan stared blankly at the fireworks and moonlight outside the window, dazzled for a moment.

He hugged Ren Chuan in his arms, leaned against his reddened ear, and murmured like a wanderer returning home, "Thank you, I see the light."

He wanders in the darkest corner of the universe, lonely and cold, without a ray of sunlight to shine on him.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, a small planet was born by accident in the exploding nebula.

They attract each other, tear each other, want to go beyond Roche's limit, break each other into pieces, and integrate into their star rings.

Hundreds of millions of years have passed, they revolve around each other and rotate each other.

They co-exist, co-exist, and breathe together.

PLUTO has only one and only CHARON.

And CHARON only has the only PLUTO.

Jiang Huan was dreaming.

He has become accustomed to such nightmares, which are the shadows that he will never get rid of for the rest of his life.

Consciousness fell into darkness, a cage seemed to appear in front of him, a ferocious monster was locked in the cold iron cage, it was grinding its teeth and sucking blood, panting heavily, even the breath smelled like blood, it was the real him, not Jiang Huan, but Pluto.

He seemed to have become a little boy, still carefree, fond of flowers, grass, and all living things.

The dog raised by the gardener gave birth to a puppy, with short legs, who squeezed each other to grab milk.

Pluto couldn't hold back, and hugged one of them back.

As soon as he got home, he saw the man.

The man's shadow was cast on him, as thick as a dark cloud.

The man looked at him coldly, "You really don't look like a member of our family."

Pluto often hears that he is not perfect, too indecisive, or even smart enough to understand the homework assigned by the teacher.

The man ordered again, "Strangle to death."

Pluto instinctively kept the milk dog behind him.

The man stepped forward and approached step by step, "Strangle to death—!"

For the first time in his life, Pluto resisted, his small voice sharpened, "I don't—!"

The man slapped him like an iron fan, repeating: "Strangle to death!"

Every "No!" was followed by a beating.

The milk dog fell out of his hands and was already dying, but Pluto didn't know what he was being stubborn about. He could end the milk dog's pain by simply reaching out, but he just refused to end a life with his own hands.

The stubbornness and unyielding in Pluto's bones are the things that men hate the most.

He ordered the servants to skin the milk dog and stew it. The milk dog was still alive, and the bloody mass screamed sharply.

The man forced Pluto to watch, not allowed to evade, not allowed to close his eyes, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.

The milk dog turned into broth, steaming hot and fragrant.

Pluto's heart was already numb, and he didn't know how many tears he shed. If it wasn't for his whim, this little life wouldn't have died.

He still sheds tears for his life.

This is just proof of his weakness in the eyes of a man.

The man ordered coldly: "Eat it."

Pluto struggled to back away, "Don't—!"

The man didn't talk nonsense at all, he asked the servants to grab him, opened his mouth, and poured the boiling hot broth directly into it.

Pluto struggled desperately, crying, his tongue was burned off, and the pain spread all over his body!

The man looked at him with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Pluto covered his mouth and retched on the ground, struggling to shake his head.

The man didn't look at him again, and arrested the gardener's son, "When the young master says it's delicious, I'll give this child something to eat."

For the first time, Pluto knew that people could really be starved to death.

When the gardener's son was dying, he cried and knelt in front of the man, struggling with his scarred tongue, "It's... delicious..."

But the gardener's son was hopeless.

The playmate who was still alive turned into a cold corpse.

After the gardener found out, he was furious, but he couldn't resist these masters. He vented all his anger on the source—the dog.

The bitch and all the puppies were strangled.

Pluto fell silent.

Just because of his momentary thought, just because of his resistance and unyielding, so many lives died.

From then on he learned to obey.

And he lost his sense of taste forever.

The man uses various bloody methods to encourage the beast in his heart, and teaches him all the jungle survival skills. He is no longer a human being, but a head that grinds his teeth and sucks blood anytime and anywhere, and will die because of killing. Excited beast.

His sharp teeth are eager to pierce the neck, and his claws are eager to tear the flesh. As long as the cage is opened, no life will survive.

But in his heart, there was still a childish voice crying, "Don't do this—!"

"please--!"

"wake up--!"

Whenever he was tossing and turning late at night, Pluto would quietly make a call from his landline, 134340.

This is the number of Pluto.

He wants to find his own kind.

He is falling and corrupting, but at the same time he is struggling and asking for help.

But every time, a female voice would tell him softly, "Sorry, the number you dialed is an empty number."

Until the day when he was 15 years old, on his birthday, a boy's voice suddenly rang on the other end of the phone, "Hello?"

Pluto's eyes widened at this moment, he clenched the phone tightly, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "Hello..."

"hello."

"Your voice is so nice."

"You must be very good-looking, too."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you talk so funny."

"Wow, you are amazing."

They talked like this all night, until dawn broke.

The boy on the phone said enviously, "I really want to be someone like you."

Pluto's heart skipped a beat.

Is this... person?

Is he still... human?

Just because of the words of a boy he had never met, Pluto fell into a vortex of struggle.

He doesn't want to be a beast, he wants to be... a person.

Men wanted to sharpen him to the sharpest edge, but he turned the edge on himself.

Whenever I lose control, I will carve a knife on my body, use the pain to build a stress response, and use the cruelest way to let myself quit the bloody violence.

He completely restrained the beast, but also tore himself apart.

When the man brought back the illegitimate child, he had become a teenager and completely broke with the family.

He left with nothing and spent a chaotic time on the streets of New York, drinking, tattooing, and fighting. At the same time, he also saw the bottom of New York. People have no morals at all. jungle.

He fought out from the bottom of the forest, and impressed the Cambridge professor with a piece of programming.

On the day of admission, the professor asked his name.

Pluto said with a smile, "My name is Jiang Huan."

Huan - has the meaning of standing upright.

Jiang Huan opened his eyes in the dark, he hadn't cried for a long time, he turned his head, and Ren Chuan was lying in his arms, still sound asleep, curled up like a kitten.

Jiang Huan watched his sleeping face quietly, the shadow of the nightmare gradually receded, he leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Ren Chuan's body is full of traces left over from last night, bruises, spots, visible sex/love brutality, Jiang Huan completely lost control last night, vented all his violence on him, over and over again One time, almost tearing his flesh and blood apart.

Ren Chuan didn't say a single word, and endured everything.

Jiang Huan kissed his lips, and tears flowed down his face as he kissed, his nasal cavity let out a moan like a wild animal, "Ren Chuan..."

"...Charon."

"Brother's Bao'er..."

"……my life."

When Ren Chuan woke up, it was already the evening of the second day. He opened his eyes, his brain was in a state of emptiness, and the crazy scene of that night appeared in his mind, as if none of this was real.

Jiang Huan came over with hot water, "Are you awake? Come, drink some water."

Ren Chuan went up to drink water frantically. He was so thirsty that he didn't drink or eat for two days and two nights.

He drank a full two liters before he could catch his breath.

He looked at Jiang Huan with some fear, and called tentatively, "Brother..."

Jiang Huan sat down beside the bed and said "Hum".

Ren Chuan looked at him cautiously, "Jiang Huan?"

Jiang Huan gave another "hmm".

"You..." Ren Chuan looked into his eyes, "Are you all right?"

"Brother is fine." Jiang Huan patted his head.

Ren Chuan remembered something, "Hurry up! Take off your clothes!"

Jiang Huan looked at him, "Are you serious?"

"Take off!" Ren Chuan urged him, "Let me see the scars on your body!"

Under Ren Chuan's urging, Jiang Huan took off his shirt unhurriedly, his exposed upper body was covered with tattoos, it was hard to see where the scars were.

Ren Chuan lay down on his chest and searched inch by inch, counting carefully, but did not find one, so he made a mark on it with his lips and tongue.

There are 38 courses in total.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Ren Chuan's eyes were filled with tears, "It won't hurt anymore..."

Jiang Huan took his hand and held it tightly, "It's nothing, it's all over."

He leaned closer to Ren Chuan's ear, "Brother won't go crazy with you here."