Confrontation in the abyss

Zhou Cho folded his arms and whispered, "I thought this was my room."

"Actually, I booked this suite." Anson's voice was slow and stressed.

"Oh——" Zhou Cho raised his brows, "Then I misunderstood, I'm sorry I messed up your suite."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Cho was about to turn around, An Sen got off the bed, and walked behind Zhou Cho in three or two steps. The moment he grabbed Zhou Cho's wrist, the other party pressed him against the wall with a backhand.

"Ha! This is the first time you have suppressed me!" An Sen's head was pressed against the wall, and Zhou Chou exerted seven or eight points of his strength. It was impossible for him not to be in pain.

"Mr. Lorenzo, it's very late now, I think you need to rest." Zhou Chou's voice was very soft, but the strength in his hands increased, and he could faintly hear Anson's bones clucking, as long as he continued, Zhou Choo said Might dislocate his shoulder.

"I didn't book this room to watch you have a hot fight with that vase boy in the pool!"

"Then what do you want to see?"

"Why do you have to be so tense when you see me? As if you want to stab me into a hornet's nest at any time? I'm not a poison or a scourge! Not one of the things you'd be afraid of! You want me so badly out of your sight Squeeze out! I'm already the most gentlemanly man in the world!"

This was the first time An Sen yelled at Zhou Choo.

The air trembled, and Zhou Tiao let go of his hand inadvertently.

He took two steps back, looked at An Sen who didn't seem to feel any pain in his shoulder, and chuckled, "Really very few people say that they are 'the most gentlemanly man in the world'. Your ego really has no upper limit."

"Isn't it?" The corners of Anson's lips were drawn upwards, so sharp, "I have eleven million ways to hold you on the bed, and I have countless reasons for you to stay by my side. I can Polish off your arrogance and break your vigilance, and let me be the only one left in your world!"

Zhou Cho swallowed, An Sen's words seemed to awaken something.

For Anson Lorenzo in this world, it is no brainer for him to imprison a person and make a person submit.In the game between An Sen and Zhou Cho, only An Sen has the right to say when it will end.

If this is really just an insignificant game in his boring life...

"But that's not Zhou Tiao. All I want is the original you. A Zhou Thou who won't reject me thousands of miles away but can treat me without any grudges."

Zhou Tuo paused, and Anson seemed to have taken away all his ability to think.

"I'm running out of patience." After An Sen's voice fell, he stretched out his palm, and Zhou Tzu dodged backwards, with the steps behind him. The moment he fell, An Sen pulled him over.

An overwhelming amount of kisses fell, from his cheeks to the corners of his lips, almost biting. Even so violently, Anson seemed to be trying his best to suppress the anger and helplessness deep in his heart.

Zhou Chou grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and made a fist with the other to attack An Sen's lower abdomen.He groaned in pain, and yanked off Zhou Cho's bathrobe.

As if afraid that he would fall again, An Sen dragged Zhou Cho into the bedroom fiercely.Zhou Cho shook off his hand, and was about to slam the door to leave, it was already clear what that guy was going to do.

An Sen hugged Zhou Cho's waist from behind and pulled him back. The two of them fell on the carpet.Zhou Chou punched An Sen in the face, An Sen dodged it, and then grabbed Zhou Chou's wrists and pressed them against the sides of his head.

"What do you want to do!" Zhou Cho's wet hair was pasted on his forehead, handsome in a mess, his slanted eyes were like sharp knives coated with frost.

An Sen straddled Zhou Cho's body, the arrogance of absolute dominance made Zhou Cho even more angry.He kept trying to shake Anson down by leaning over his waist, but the other side didn't move at all.

His kiss chased Zhou Cho's lips, no matter which direction he turned, Anson could always suppress him and kiss him.

The hot hard object was separated from the suit pants and Zhou Cho's already soaked underpants, which was enough to evaporate all the water vapor.Rubbing hard, his purpose is to make Zhou Choo feel his desire and his existence.

An Sen kissed Zhou Cho's chin, the force of devouring everything made people tremble.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Zhou Choo yelled.

Anson just sucked Zhou Tiao's Adam's apple harder, and the tip of his tongue passed over. The tender feeling and the bloodthirsty kiss were like two extremes.Anson let go of Zhou Cho's wrist, and his palms went all the way down his waist, kneading his buttocks through his tight-fitting underwear, his fingers seemed to be embedded in Zhou Cho's flesh and blood.

Zhou Cho punched An Sen on the back several times, and the opponent abruptly carried them all down.When one of his legs squeezed between Zhou Cho's legs, the sense of crisis made Zhou Cho's muscles tense up, and the force of his fists hitting An Sen's body would not stop until he was smashed into powder.Zhou Cho's madness was no less than that of Anson.It wasn't until thoughts poured into his pale brain that he realized that Anson had been holding him tightly, resting his head on his neck, and hadn't done anything.

"What the hell are you trying to do!" Zhou Tzu spread his hands on both sides of his body, ordinary people couldn't resist his punches, although he believed that Anson was never a fuel-efficient lamp.

An Sen was silent, his hair overflowed between the skin of Zhou Cho's neck, soft and delicate.

"You just want me to beat you to death, don't you?" Zhou Zhao looked at the ceiling and asked indifferently.

"You should keep your gun with you, even if you're down to a pair of underpants."

"Yes, there is always a bullet in my gun for you bastard. You fucking get up right away!" Zhou Thou pushed Anson hard.

Unexpectedly, An Sen didn't give up yet, he grabbed Zhou Tiao's hand and touched the hot body under his body.

Zhou Tzu broke free from his hand, and punched again, which was blocked by his palm before it hit Anson's cheekbone.

"Would you rather use your hands, or use the place behind you?" Anson's voice was extremely low, as if it had reached the limit of its elasticity, and everything he suppressed might rush out at any time.

"You...you..." Zhou Zhao gritted his teeth, this guy actually wanted to jerk off for him?

"If you don't want to, you can continue to beat me to death."

Zhou Cho is not a person who will wrong his own will, and what he doesn't want to do is just not willing to do it.

"Just act like you're jerking off for your college buddies, I can't believe you haven't done it in your college dorm room. Why can't you just close your eyes and give in once in a while? Or are you afraid of just jerking off once in a while What do you think of me Will there be any change in how you feel about me? Are you unwilling to compromise, or are you afraid to face yourself?"

Zhou Tzu closed his eyes tightly.

An Sen slowly... Zhou Cho's fingers were completely stiff, and there were too many complicated emotions, even anger.

The tip of his index finger touched it, and Anson let out a sigh.He held Zhou Tiao's finger,...

Zhou Chou wanted to withdraw his hand, but An Sen lowered his head and kissed his frowning brow lightly.

"It's not a big deal...it's not a big deal..."

It's like hypnosis.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Choo glared at him viciously, all the gentle atmosphere created by Ansen was boring to him.

"Let's sleep here tonight..." Anson seemed to be suppressing a huge force in his throat, and his breathing was stretched along with Zhou Thou's palm.

Zhou Cho only knew that his palm was burning like a flame burning every part of his body along his blood.

"Ha...ha..." Anson raised his head, his brows trembling.

Zhou Tzu saw his expression in a daze, his hand was Ansen's most vulnerable part as a man, but this guy was handed over to him without hesitation.Zhou Cho pinched it down hard, with a vengeful mentality.

Anson lowered his head, covered his lips, and kissed him forgetfully, like a fantasy at the end of the century.Zhou Cho's fingers froze again, An Sen couldn't be satisfied...

His kiss ran along with the desire that was about to be released, breaking through all restraints and breaking down all barriers.When it was released, An Sen still clasped Zhou Cho's palm tightly.His breath sprayed on Zhou Cho's face, with a temperature that would burn him.

Zhou Cho kicked him away when he was most distracted.

An Sen fell to the side and suddenly laughed.The disheveled appearance appears uninhibited.

Zhou Cho's fingers were still sticky, it belonged to Anson.Like a poisonous snake lingering on the skin between his fingers.He walked into the bathroom without saying a word, turned on the water and wiped his fingers vigorously.The hand sanitizer was squeezed out again and again.Anson got up and came behind him, smiling.

"I think the relationship between me and you can be explained by a sentence from Armstrong."

Zhou Cho didn't want to listen to his nonsense, he only knew that he would not be willing to eat with a knife and fork with this hand for many days to come.

"One small step for the moon, one giant leap for mankind."

An Sen really wanted to hug him from behind, but Zhou Cho mercilessly tore off the bath towel and slammed it on his face.

"Hey! Where are you going??" Anson called.

"Stay away from you."

"Come on, honey. The cabins on this ship are full. Where can you go?"

"I'm going to sleep on the deck."

Ansen stood in front of him, with a helpless expression on his face, "Okay, okay, you don't have to leave here, I'll go somewhere else."

"Do you think I can sleep here?" Zhou Thou was expressionless, but his eyes were sullen.

"You can put your gun under your pillow. If I come to see you again, with your keen hearing, you can kill me with one shot."

"It's not 'watching' again, it's 'harassment'." Zhou Chou emphasized.

"Well, anyway, I wish you a sweet dream." Anson left the suite with a smile and thumped his back.

Anson leaned on the wall and walked back to Richard's room. He was beaten up by Zhou Choo.Richard was sitting on the couch watching TV when he opened the door.

"Hey, Richard, you haven't slept at this hour. I remember your biological clock is pretty standard."

Li took a look at Anson, "Probably because I know you must not stay in Zhou Chou's room. If I fall asleep, you will definitely drive me out of bed."

"You know me so well!"

"I also know that you must have been beaten up by Zhou Chou."

Anson lay down next to Richard, and pointed to his back with difficulty, "His spine was almost broken..."

Richard lifted up Anson's shirt and saw a bruise, "Sir, it's a miracle that you survived being beaten like this."

Zhou Cho lay on the bed, his palms were still hot.In the ears are Anson's continuous breathing, his deceptive words, his body temperature, everything about him.Zhou Cho is a person with a good ability to pull away. At this moment, he only feels that he has fallen into the trap made by the opponent, and the more he struggles, the tighter he is entangled.

"What happened?" Leslie's voice came from the communicator in Zhou Zhou's ear.

"It's nothing, that guy Anson is here to harass me again." Zhou Cho told Leslie nothing.

"I will board the ship tomorrow." If Leslie boarded the ship, he must be driving a speedboat or a helicopter in the style of Interpol.Leslie's high pressure will freeze the cruise ship, and those criminals who are about to move are afraid that they will stop their plans.

"No, I can handle it. Tomorrow I have an appointment with Marin to play tennis. Joey Ireland is like a stinky fly. He will definitely come too."

"Zhou Cho, I also have my bottom line. Do you understand?"

Zhou Choo smiled, "I understand. All Anson can get from me is a beating."

"Sleep, I'm here with you." Leslie's voice softened.

"It sounds like you are a distant flower protector." Zhou Zhao smiled, he was indeed a little tired, and he had to deal with Joey Ellander tomorrow.

The gigantic yacht is still cruising in the sea of ​​night.

The next morning, someone rang Zhou Chou's doorbell.It's Eva.She was wearing a tracksuit and a sun hat, and the bodyguard behind her was carrying a tennis racket for her.

"Hey, you don't look like you slept very well." Eva's fingers brushed over Zhou Cho's lower eyelids, "Look at the dark circles under your eyes, it's really distressing."

"If you told me that this suite belongs to Anson Lorenzo, maybe I wouldn't be so tired." Zhou Zhao opened the door and let Eva in.