Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

Wen Wusheng went to unbutton him, took off his jacket, his clothes were stripped, revealing a lean and clean body.

The count said, "Is it nice?"

Wen Wusheng gritted his teeth: "You wash first."

"You don't even look at me." The earl said dissatisfied.

Wen Wusheng: "I'm going out first."

Wen Wusheng turned around to leave, but the Earl grabbed him with his backhand: "I haven't taken off my pants yet."

"..." Under his serious gaze, Wen Wusheng turned around calmly, quickly unbuttoned his trousers, and opened the zipper.

When he acted like a father taking off his pants and zipping up the three-year-old child, the earl deliberately bumped his palm twice.

Wen Wusheng couldn't bear it anymore: "Whether you want to wash it or not, you take it off yourself!"

Wen Wusheng took the earl's clothes, turned his head and left, but a strong force pushed him against the wall, the earl stepped forward, and kissed him before Wen Wusheng scolded his mother.

This kiss is different from the past, more skillful, from the shallower to the deeper, from the slit of the lips to the mouth, occupying every corner in an instant, Wen Wusheng was kissed so badly, his lips were sore and numb, he responded perfunctorily, with a smile He said vaguely, "Take a shower quickly."

The Earl seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his attitude, no longer lingering on his lips, and moved to a place where Wen Wusheng was astonished.

He forced his knees into Wen Wusheng's legs, and pressed against Wen Wusheng without any hindrance.

It's a sensual feeling, especially in a steamy, steamy bathroom.

It's clearly an aggressive gesture...

Wen Wusheng saw the shocked self on the foggy mirror, squeezed into the corner, unable to move, wanting whatever he wanted.

how come……

"You..." Wen Wusheng was slow to react, and the alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he pushed him hard, "Are you..."

"what?"

Although the count responded, the movement there didn't stop, the string in Wen Wusheng's brain snapped suddenly, and he was utterly horrified: "You...you let go, you can't...uh!"

The count kissed him, impatiently tore off the button of his jacket, and pressed it, Wen Wusheng wanted to get away, but the count hugged him tightly with his back: "Wen Wusheng, I like you so much."

Wen Wusheng went to touch his hand, his cheeks were very hot: "No...!"

"Why not?" The count licked his earlobe repeatedly, until the tip of his ear turned red, "I really like you, I really want you."

"I'm uncomfortable, can you let me in?"

"You!" Wen Wusheng saw his true face for the first time, he was overwhelmed with shame and indignation for a moment, he didn't know where the strength came from, he pushed him away, and ran out with his pants up.

The count directly dragged the man back, and he could not help but drag him under the open shower. Wen Wusheng was instantly drenched in water. The count pressed him against the wall, cut his hands backwards, covered him from behind, and gently rubbed the corners of his lips with his lips. : "You have tolerated me for so long anyway, please tolerate me again, okay?"

Wen Wu was angry and anxious: "You..."

Although he was asking, he didn't give Wen Wusheng a chance to speak, he covered his mouth with his lips, and only vaguely promised himself: "I will make you comfortable."

Wen Wusheng struggled, but he heard the people behind him say: "You have always served me, and I will serve you, okay?"

"Wen Wusheng, I really like you."

……

There was a constant sound of water in the bathroom, and there seemed to be other sounds along with the sound of water.

……

Under half force, Wen Wusheng succumbed, and the Earl tasted Wen Wusheng for the first time.

Unable to enjoy himself in the bathroom, the count fell onto the big bed in the bedroom with someone in his arms. Wen Wusheng was exhausted and was about to fall asleep in a drowsy state, but the count was full of energy and refused to let him go.

Even at this time, Wen Wusheng was like usual, forbearing and restraint, not presumptuous, very measured, self-sustaining and sober, difficult to be broken.

Perhaps because he knew how humiliating and humiliating he was, and he didn't want to show the slightest bit in front of the count, he endured so much that sweat dripped from his forehead and his lip was bitten.

As if knowing Wen Wusheng's mentality, the Earl did it on purpose, he had to hear one or two out-of-control voices from his mouth to be satisfied.

……

The moonlight is heavy, and the small world is quiet.

……

It was already noon the next day when Wen Wusheng woke up.

Wen Wusheng put the phone back on the bedside table, even with such a small range of motion, the discomfort still spread.

The crazy fragments of last night and this morning flashed through his mind one by one. Wen Wusheng took a deep breath, and was about to get up as if nothing had happened. Putting a piece of pajamas on the head of the bed, he resolutely pulled off the quilt and buried his face in the quilt.

The Earl teleported in and saw the bulging quilt.

"..." The count sat down with the bowl in his hand, with a smile hidden on his lips, "Are you awake?"

The quilt was silent.

The count temporarily put down the bowl, pulled the man out of the quilt, Wen Wusheng pulled the corner of the quilt tightly, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"Return Qi to Qi, eat something hot before going to bed, I burned it, I tasted it, it's not bad."

Wen Wusheng was silent for a long time before he said sullenly: "I don't want to eat now, you let me stay by myself for a while, put the food aside, I will eat later when I am hungry."

His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like a different kind of sleepiness.

The Count stared intently at the quilt.

"Then I'll put it here." Wen Wusheng was still afraid that he wouldn't leave, and when he heard the sound of the bowl being placed on the bed, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt, and before he could react, a black shadow fell over his head and kissed him he.

Wen Wusheng opened his eyes wide.

The count gave him a long and gentle kiss before letting him go: "Don't be angry with me, I was wrong."

Wen Wusheng turned his face away and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Earl: "Can you take a look at me?"

Earl: "Don't ignore me, I will be sad."

Wen Wusheng glanced at him through his fingers.

Taking advantage of Wen Wusheng's unpreparedness, the count tore off the quilt, half-dragged and half-hugged the man onto his lap, and restrained his hands to prevent him from moving around and hurting himself. Wen Wusheng really had no strength to resist. In this posture like holding a child, I was completely depressed, and my heart was bitter.

He chased people, he did things, he was greedy from dawn to dusk, he was beaten and scolded without fighting back, and now...

The earl hugged him from behind: "Try it, it's the first time I've cooked and eaten in 18 years."

Wen Wusheng was a little surprised when he looked at the delicious chicken soup in the bowl.

There was no one else in the small world except the two of them, and it was made by the count himself.

It is hard to imagine that the earl, who is not a human being, will go to the kitchen.

The Earl thought he was still angry, so he took a sip himself, turned his face and fed him mouth to mouth, Wen Wusheng pushed him with staring eyes, his mouth was still filled with a touch of fresh sweetness.

"How is it?" The earl raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it delicious?"

He seemed to be addicted to playing, took out a piece of paper from the bedside, wiped Wen Wusheng's mouth, and continued to feed, but Wen Wusheng was numb by this method, and grabbed the bowl first: "I drink it myself, You put me down."

"You are finally willing to talk to me?" said the count. "In fact, I think I am very lucky."

Wen Wusheng drank in silence.

The count continued on his own: "The bastard thing I did last night, if it were someone else, they might ignore me for the rest of their lives, only my Wen Wusheng wouldn't."

Wen Wusheng got angry and stuffed the bowl to him: "Don't flatter me, I won't follow you."

Wen Wusheng was not in the mood to go to bed anymore, he was quite desolate: "You go out first, I will change clothes."

The count pressed over directly, rolled into a ball on the bed with the man in his arms, held down his hand, pulled his face out, and forced him to look at him: "Are you really ignoring me?"

"It's really wrong, just this matter, let you do everything else, okay? You really don't love me anymore? You used to love me so much."

"You still have the nerve to bring it up," Wen Wusheng said with a half-smile, "husband?"

"Hey, here we are." The Earl smiled.

Wen Wusheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to hit him with a pillow, but the Earl was wronged again: "It's really wrong, you said you forgive me last night."

Wen Wusheng: "You forced that!"

"I forced it, and I was wrong," said the count.

Wen Wusheng: "..."

"It's not uncomfortable." The earl muttered, and before Wen Wusheng lost his temper, he said sincerely, "It's really wrong, I'm a bastard, please forgive me."

Facing that face, Wen Wusheng really vented his anger. After a long time, he sighed secretly, thinking that he really did it on his own, and said lightly, "Do you really know that you are wrong?"

The Earl's eyes brightened slightly: "Yeah."

Wen Wusheng: "Will you not lie to me again?"

Earl: "Yeah."

Wen Wusheng: "Don't force me anymore?"

Earl: "Yeah."

He said "hmm" too fast, Wen Wusheng met those serious eyes, and secretly cursed himself: "Come up and sleep with me for a while."

The earl came in with kindness, held Wen Wusheng in his arms, and after a while, asked: "So tonight can you..."

Wen Wusheng: "..."