Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali lived on day by day as if he was walking on thin ice and insensitive.

He really sent Shen Jiayi to the Railway Bureau of Tianjin Special City. He didn't need to work in office, and he could get a considerable salary on a monthly basis.This income can be regarded as Shen Jiayi's pocket money. With this fixed income, the second sister-in-law of the Shen family can at least keep the little property in her hands, and will not be coaxed away by her always handsome and chic husband.

This afternoon, the spring was beautiful, Shen Jiali was called home by Duan Muren again.

As the seasons change, Duan Muren's small courtyard glows with a beautiful spring weather.In the yellow willow green grass and trees, the creeping vines of the ivy have begun to climb this year; a large cluster of winter jasmine is blooming lively, golden and brilliant, attracting a few flying insects that came out early.

Shen Jiali was wearing a gray plain jacket with the cuffs neatly rolled up, revealing two clean hands.After these days of nourishment, his cheeks were slightly plump, but his face was still pale, and his brows were always slightly frowned, as if he was ready to lose his temper at any time.

Walking through the small courtyard like a wandering soul, he fell into Duan Muren's hands as soon as he entered the door.

As long as Shen Jiali is alone with Duan Muren now, he will be terrified to the point of trembling, but he dare not refuse to resist, that kind of helpless weakness looks really pitiful.Duan Muren was considerate of his feelings, and would always prepare a bottle of spirits beforehand as an anesthetic.

At this moment, Shen Jiali was sitting on a chair in the outer room, holding a small square and flat foreign wine bottle, pouring the brandy one gulp after another.Duan Muren sat on the side watching his appearance and actions, and saw that his face was expressionless, and the hand holding the wine bottle was visibly trembling.A drop of brandy flowed down the corner of his bright red mouth, leaving a bright trace on the fair skin.

After drinking the bottle of brandy in one breath, Shen Jiali put the bottle on the tea table in front of him, took a quick breath, then closed his mouth tightly, and looked forward with a frown.

Seeing his reaction, Duan Muren guessed that the heat was almost ready, so he got up and walked over, bent over and pulled his body, and raised his chin with his hands, forcing him to face him and look up.

Kiss his lips lightly as if savoring—at first they are tightly closed and uncooperative, but the stubbornness is limited and will soon dissipate.While kissing deeply, Duan Muren reached out to unbutton him.Shen Jiali was still frowning - his face was pale, and his eyebrows became thicker and thicker, his expression was very frank and unwilling.

Shen Jiali lay on his back in a daze on the table, not knowing what kind of game this was - but he didn't care too much, anyway, no matter what, he would suffer.Duan Muren's breath brushed his face, and his voice sounded vaguely in his ears: "It's really slippery."

Shen Jiali knew that he was complimenting his skin - the old man seemed to like his delicate skin and tender flesh very much.

The trousers were completely pulled back, and the legs were separated greatly.Suddenly there was a sharp dull pain in the lower body—the torture had begun.

Duan Muren has been a gentleman for these years, and has never been a lustful person; however, once he secretly breaks the precept now, he will grow stronger and stronger, and his interest is much higher than that of ordinary young people.After the matter was over, he allowed Shen Jiali to get dressed, but he didn't let him go.Sitting back on the chair in a big way, he forced Shen Jiali to kneel in front of him, so that he could kiss and caress him, and enjoy his spare time.

"Apart from Zhicheng and me, do you have other lovers?" He asked Shen Jiali like this.

Shen Jiali paused and knelt between his open legs, feeling very confused, feeling that he was stuck in the mud and could not get out, he had been rubbed and insulted to the point of losing his human appearance.

"No." He replied softly.

Duan Muren had a contemptuous curiosity towards him, so he leaned over and asked with a low voice and a smile: "I saw the last moment, and you seem to be very comfortable."

Shen Jiali suddenly smiled, and murmured: "Uncle is good at it."

Duan Muren straightened up, and smiled dreamily; then he hugged Shen Jiali to his lap, and groped wantonly up and down.

Shen Jiali left Duan Zhai reeking of alcohol, and went home to sleep.

Now his face has been tempered quite thick, and when he wakes up, he doesn't feel ashamed or sad, and eats and drinks when he needs to.After eating and drinking, his capable subordinate, Secretary Hu, came with a briefcase. There was nothing serious about it, but he just dropped in to inform him: "Boss, this afternoon, I really found someone in the Japanese club." Commander Ma. He heard that you wanted to meet him. Hey, he was very happy, and immediately asked for your address. I thought you were friends with him, so I didn’t hide it. Listen to Commander Ma, It seems that I will visit you here in the next two days."

Shen Jiali nodded and didn't say much.After Secretary Hu left, he sat in front of the window, facing the twilight and thinking about his thoughts.

He wanted to climb another branch, but there was no branch to rely on.Duan Muren's ability to promote such a white man to the police chief of Beiping City is amazing; in comparison, among the people of the same class, it seems that only Feng Guanying from Tianjin can be regarded as Duan Muren's opponent.

But his career has nothing to do with Feng Guanying's, and the two really can't get in touch.Besides, what if we got in touch?Feng Guanying will never leave the position of Tianjin police chief to him.

So Shen Jiali changed his target and planned to contact the military - of course, he did his best.

That night, Shen Jiali forcibly pulled Shen Zichun onto him.

Shen Zichun hugged him, and hesitantly said softly: "Third Uncle, you are not in good health, I'm afraid I will tire you."

Shen Jiali looped her legs around the other's increasingly firm waist, and replied out of breath: "I don't love anything else in my life, but I'm cheap on this. A moment of happiness counts as a moment, even if my health really breaks down in the future, I die. I'm on top of this, and I don't regret it." Then he suddenly stared at Shen Zichun and laughed: "What? Could it be that you can't do it anymore?"

After Shen Zichun heard what he said, he felt like he was suffering from some kind of madness, regardless of whether he ignored it or not, he lost all reason.He went down to find a red candle and lit it on the bedside table. He turned off the light and got on the bed.

To Shen Jiali, the intimacy and affection Shen Zichun made was more like a warm comfort.He didn't take this child seriously, but he was also vaguely aware of his preciousness; so he held onto him very tightly and refused to let go at all.

In the middle of the night, he still hugged Shen Zichun reluctantly and stroked him, and said with a smile: "Hey! This whole body of bones!"

Shen Zichun lay in his arms sweating profusely, and moaned in a rough voice between a boy and a man: "I've gained weight this year!"

Shen Jiali pulled out another hand from him, and looked at it by the faint candlelight: "This big paw!"

Shen Zichun let out a naughty and shy laugh, pursed his lips and kissed Shen Jiali's face: "I'm a human, not an animal, how can I grow claws?"

Shen Jiali stared at him, and unknowingly brought out an expression of affection: "You are my puppy."

Shen Zichun held back a smile and lowered his eyes, feeling very happy in his heart, he bared his teeth at Third Uncle on purpose, and let out a "Wow".

Shen Jiali brought the big thin hand to his mouth, bit it lightly with his teeth, and sucked it finger by finger.Shen Zichun's fingertips felt itchy all the way to his heart, and he couldn't help laughing, but when he really laughed, it sounded more like moaning.

Then he suddenly pulled out his hand, and hugged Shen Jiali into his arms forcefully.The two hugged each other tightly and rolled on the bed. It had nothing to do with lust, it came from instinct, and there was a sense of anxiety in the intimacy, because neither of them could see the hope of everlasting.