The male protagonist tricked me

Something tripped over his leg suddenly, Song Ao suddenly lost his balance and couldn't help falling backwards.

There was nothing at hand that could be used as leverage, so Song Ao subconsciously pulled Jiang Heng who had already walked in front of him in a hurry.

His wrist was hooked around Jiang Heng's neck, but how could he know that Jiang Heng's body also fell down with the direction of his force.

The sense of weightlessness swept over again, Jiang Heng's eyes widened with surprise and fear, and then a strong hand gently supported his waist, followed by a soft fabric pad under his buttocks, which did not let him down. He felt the slightest pain.

Only then did Song Ao realize that he had retreated into the bedroom unknowingly, and was tripping over the bed at this moment, and fell down on the bed.

In this way, Song Ao's suspended heart settled a little bit, but Jiang Heng's ink-like eyes still made him unable to look away, and could only stare at him in a daze.

Jiang Heng bent over, pressing on top of Song Ao, his dark eyes were as frost-covered.

"So, where do you put your mind?" He seemed to be holding back his temper, and asked again in a suppressed voice.

"I..." Song Ao met Jiang Heng's gaze, and his heart beat like a drum. He instinctively felt the danger, which was almost fatal at that time, but he couldn't escape at all.

This feeling reminded Song Ao of a memory that flooded into his mind in the "book" - on the ruined walls of the Song Mansion, on the vast sea of ​​corpses and blood, Jiang Heng also used this Looking at him with eyes that were brewing a storm, the sharp knife in his hand pressed against his heart, and questioned him.

How did he answer Jiang Heng at that time?

For a while, Jiang Heng couldn't help being distracted for a while because his thoughts were complicated.

However, his distracted behavior completely angered Jiang Heng who was already suppressing his temper.

Song Ao suddenly felt that a hand grabbed his neck violently, and then pressed him firmly onto the bed.

Jiang Heng leaned forward, with one leg between Song Ao's legs, and the hands pinching his neck were like iron clamps, making Song Ao's breathing quicken.

"So, where are your thoughts?!" Jiang Heng asked again.

The anger and madness surging in his eyes could hardly be restrained, he questioned Song Ao angrily.

Song Ao was startled, he could already feel his breathing being blocked, but he didn't feel scared in his heart, instead he calmed down like never before.

Without trying to tear away Jiang Heng's hand that was strangling his neck, Song Ao wrapped his arms around Jiang Heng's neck gently with his backhand, his eyes were calm and gentle, "Why are you so angry, what happened?"

This kind of comfort seemed to have some effect, Jiang Heng slightly loosened his grip on Song Ao's neck, but he still restrained him as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Seeing painful emotions in Jiang Heng's black eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "I can't control myself! My whole mind is on you, feeling you repeatedly, and can't help but get close to you! What did you do to me? What?! Did you trick me?!"

Regarding Song Ao, his memory is blank, but his body seems to have some instinct.

Since he just took over the company and saw the person's name and photo on the employee's resume, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

As long as there is Song Ao's space, his eyes can't help but keep chasing, and his body can't help but keep getting closer.

And in the time and space without Song Ao, this name can fill his whole mind.

Jiang Heng looked through all the news and materials he could find, and all the content pointed to the same answer, which was love, and he fell in love with Song Ao at first sight.

But Jiang Heng knew that it was absolutely not.

How could this ridiculous, maddening emotion be love?

This is far more scorching, painful, and tormenting than love.

He wished he could tear Song Ao to the bone and eat it into his stomach!But it seemed that there was an emotion that wrapped up the hot and intense emotions, and the light and soft landing made him unable to bear to hurt Song Ao even a single bit.

In his smooth life, has he ever suffered such suffering and pain? !

However, he seems to be very familiar with this kind of suffering instinctively, as if he has experienced it time and time again in a certain time and space that he himself does not know. The feeling of not being able to do it is deeply felt in the bones.

Jiang Heng originally thought that as long as he gave himself more time, all the turbulent emotions that seemed to swallow up people's minds and minds could be calmed down.

But everything he expected didn't happen.

There was only mounting emotion, a never-ending burning, seething that seemed to burn to the very end of his soul, sacrificing everything.

Jiang Heng originally thought that he could be patient enough to control.

But just this morning, when he found out that Song Ao didn't come to work and didn't give any reason, he suddenly felt that everything was out of control.

His sanity tends to be on the verge of collapse, and his eyes are always locked on the beating second hand, exhausting his life's endurance.

And when he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when he called Song Ao but was hung up—Jiang Heng went straight to Song Ao's rental house like crazy.

He wants to grab him, pinch him in his palm, and tie him to his side.

Be it love, desire to possess, or desire to destroy, he must want this person!Because he wants to save his own life!

Just like at this moment, he was pressing Song Ao tightly, pinching Song Ao's neck with his hands, and his fair and slender neck had already been pinched with red marks.

He wanted to pierce the flesh with his fingers, but he couldn't help but feel distressed, pity, and even resent himself for being so rough.

Why?Why did he become like this?

What did Song Ao do to him? !

Did he use some kind of sorcery on himself, lowered his head, cast a Gu on himself, otherwise why would he be like this? !

Facing Jiang Heng's interrogation mixed with pain, anger and even despair, Song Ao's eyes flashed a touch of pity and apology.

"It's my fault." His voice was low, but his words were clear.

Jiang Heng was taken aback for a moment, and saw Song Ao put his arms around his neck in front of him. Although he was still holding his throat, he lifted his upper body slightly with a gentle and ingenious force.

In sight, Song Ao's face gradually approached, Jiang Heng's pupils could not help but slightly widen in surprise, and then a dry and soft kiss landed on his lips.

In an instant, the storm suddenly subsided, and after Jiang Heng was stunned for two seconds, he clasped the back of Song Ao's head with his backhand, and deepened the kiss straight away.

With the two of them at the center, a brand new storm suddenly rises again, and it seems to swallow everything with its teeth and claws.

And Song Ao hugged Jiang Heng's neck even tighter, leading him to sink into the center of the storm.

Flesh and blood are fused together and turned into fuel, burning the turbulent sea of ​​love into flames, and finally turning everything into ruins...

On top of the ruins, a smear of blood overflowed from the corner of Song Ao's mouth.

He coughed twice, covered his abdomen in pain, his crumbling body could no longer stand, so he could only kneel down on one knee to continue to support his body.

The knee slammed into the sharp gravel on the ground, and the pain that made the nerves twitch made Song Ao's forehead break out in cold sweat immediately.

There was a salty and disgusting bloody smell in his mouth and nose, and his entire lungs felt like burning pain when he breathed.

But at this time, he had no time to care about it, he could only breathe hard, and raised his head to look at the opposite side.

The robes that the chill man was originally wearing were all soaked in blood, but his eyes were cold, without a trace of life. The Star Power Knife in his hand had harvested many lives, and blood was falling drop by drop on the tip of the knife. Among the bricks and tiles.

That man is Jiang Heng.

At this moment, the two faced each other on the ruins, surrounded by ruins, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The destruction was too complete, the death was too clean, everything around was silent, only the sound of Jiang Heng stepping forward step by step on the gravel, like a cold and merciless countdown, announcing that Song Ao's life was coming to an end.

When the distance between the two was finally close enough, Song Ao raised his head and met Jiang Heng's cold eyes.

He didn't resist much, or in other words, he had predicted this ending a long time ago. At this time, he was more calm and relieved.

Song Ao looked at Jiang Heng, looked at the burning fire from hell in his eyes, and smiled slightly.

If they hadn't made the wrong choice at the beginning, maybe they wouldn't be where they are today.

But if he did it all over again...he never regretted coming to Jiang Heng's side and spent so many entangled years with him.

Song Ao smiled bitterly. If he had known that he would face Jiang Heng one day...he would not have chosen this path from the very beginning.

It's just that it's too late.

Jiang Heng stopped two steps away from Song Ao, looking at the person he was closest to and regarded as a lifelong friend with hatred and cold eyes.

Completely different from the calmness shown by himself, the power of the star sea escaping from his body danced violently, full of desire for destruction.

Jiang Heng's eyebrows moved only slightly, and the power of the star sea was transformed into chains from hell, rushing towards Song Ao, imprisoning his limbs, pulling him up from the ground, and binding him in midair.

It's like being placed on the rack, with no power to fight back, and can only wait for the final sentence of the prisoner.

Jiang Heng took a step forward and pressed the sharp blade against Song Ao's heart.

"What they said is true, isn't it?" Jiang Heng's voice was steady and indifferent, as if he was just talking about such a simple topic as today's weather.

However, under his feet was the house of the Song Mansion that was destroyed by him not long ago. The hundreds of corpses scattered around them were all the result of his slaughter.

Song Ao coughed and laughed twice, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyebrows, and said without fear: "Don't you know everything?"

"I want to hear you say it yourself." Jiang Heng's voice was still faint, but the Xingli knife in his hand was pushed forward by one centimeter.

Song Ao's whole body trembled suddenly—it was enough for the sharp blade to enter his body, but the violent force of the star sea on the Xingli knife was rushing along his meridians, causing him to turn pale with pain.

Jiang Heng, who always cared about Song Ao on weekdays, showed no mercy, and continued to say coldly: "You have used me from the beginning, and you have used me until now, right?"

His voice was very soft, but the question he asked was very important.

Song Ao knew that he was waiting for an answer.

Song Ao knew better that he was waiting for a verdict.

The author has something to say: I never expected that I would be dragged to work overtime on Saturdays. Life is too short