Suppress me, mark me [rebirth]

Wen Yanwan was dragged all the way back to the box by Lu Chaosheng, but the moment she opened the door of the box, she was suddenly let go.

Pushing open the door, Lu Chaosheng walked straight into the house with messy steps and blurred back.

The atmosphere in the room is hot.

The gorgeous lights of the KTV shine on the glass wine glass, and the strange color is like a flowing liquid, slowly dripping into the transparent wine liquid, like ink smearing, dim and unclear.

There is a strong smell of alcohol in the air, and between the glass colliding, there are crisp sounds and laughter, which seem to smoke the intoxicating mouth and nose.

"Chaosheng, wait...you go slowly!" Dodging Li Ruiyuan who was rushing towards him, Wen Yanwan chased Lu Chaosheng's back to a corner.

The moment he touched the back of the sofa, Lu Chaosheng's legs suddenly bent, and his body fell limply on the sofa.

"Chaosheng, how are you, Chaosheng?" Wen Yanwan immediately stepped forward to support him, with an anxious face, but Lu Chaosheng's arm softly pushed him away.

Wen Yanwan held his hand, and brushed away Lu Chaosheng's forehead hair with the other hand, revealing his blushing face.

The thick eyelashes drooped, and the shadows and dim lights were mixed together, as if covered with a thin layer of frost, covering all the light-colored pupils, making it impossible to see the expression clearly.

But it was already drunk, completely drunk.

"Dirty...dirty..." Lu Chaosheng spat out a few words with his lips moving.

"What?" Wen Yanwan didn't hear clearly, he lowered his head to Lu Chaosheng's ear, and heard Lu Chaosheng's low voice was indistinct, repeating the same word like a cat.

"dirty……"

Seemingly unbearable, Lu Chaosheng pushed Wen Yanwan's chest away, stumbled on the table, and touched a wine bottle with trembling arms.

Clenching it tightly, he slammed it towards the corner of the table, with a crisp "bang", the wine bottle was instantly broken.

The crystal wine was dripping down, Lu Chaosheng put the bottle horizontally on the table, knelt on the ground, handed both hands into the flowing wine, his left hand desperately rubbed/rubbed the right hand touched by Fu Jingming.

After just a few strokes, the back of his hand was already flushed red.

"Dirty... so dirty..." Lu Chaosheng seemed to be under a spell, and only the same word was left in his mouth.

Blue veins appeared on the back of the hand, the knuckles were bent, and the joints were so protruding that they were about to break, the strength was so great that it seemed that they wanted to tear off a layer of flesh.

The spicy wine stained his hands like flames, making the wounds redder/swollen.

The slender red marks are slightly protruding/protruding, criss-crossing like snakes, winding and circling, against the white back of the hand, the contrast is sharp, and it looks very frightening.

Wen Yanwan only felt that her eyes were pricked hard by needles, causing the eyeballs to hurt.

He grabbed Lu Chaosheng's hand suddenly, the veins stretched out on the back of his hand, but he didn't dare to use force in his palm.

"Chaosheng, don't wash it..." Wen Yanwan's voice was hoarse, and he uttered these words almost tremblingly.

"Dirty... so dirty..." Lu Chaosheng just kept repeating the word, trying to break away from Wen Yanwan's hand.

The palms were bitingly cold to the touch, and the originally beautiful and white hands were now covered with red marks, like the mouth of a terrifying monster, biting Wen Yanwan's heart with colic pain.

"It's not dirty, don't wash Chaosheng, please, it's really not dirty..." Wen Yanwan's voice was trembling.

But Lu Chaosheng didn't seem to hear it, he just kept repeating the same sentence: "Dirty...dirty...wash...wash..."

He forcefully broke Wen Yan's hand away, stretched out his mottled hands, and wanted to put them into the wine again.

Flesh rolled, red marks spread all over.

When the wound touched the spicy wine, the whole hand seemed to be scorched in a fire, and it hurt hotly.

However, Lu Chaosheng didn't seem to feel it at all, and continued to pick and rub.

Wen Yanwan couldn't stop it in time, and in an instant, there were two bright red marks on the back of his hand.

There was a rusty smell in the air, and there were bloodstains oozing out.

Suddenly, like a knife piercing his chest.

The heart suddenly opened a big mouth, and the bright red blood flowed out of the chest and chest in an instant, and rushed up the throat, almost drowning the mouth and nose.

Wen Yanwan couldn't take it anymore, a strong sense of suffocation flooded his nasal cavity, and even his breathing almost froze.

"Don't wash it!" Wen Yanwan's voice was completely hoarse, he forcefully pulled away Lu Chaosheng's hands, and slammed the wine bottle on the table to the ground.

"I told you not to wash it, did you hear me?"

Lu Chaosheng's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes covered by broken hair became clear for a moment, and then became hazy again.

He seems to have listened to what Wen Yanwan said, or maybe it was just because Wen Yanwan blocked the water source, which made him lose the tools for cleaning.

In short, Lu Chaosheng didn't move any more.

It's just that hand, still grinding unwillingly.

The fingertips scratched the palm of Wen Yanwan's fine itches one after another, but they couldn't touch the back of the hand no matter what.

It turned out that Wen Yanwan was completely restrained in his movements, unable to move.

Wen Yanwan stared at his slightly drooping forehead, revealing a small half of his fair face, his eyes were already flushed.

Distressed.

My heart hurts.

Wen Yanwan had lived two lifetimes, and had never felt such pain before, as if someone had cut off a few pieces of flesh from his heart with a knife, and almost fainted from the pain.

The jaw line was tense, Wen Yanwan closed her eyes tightly, and took a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, Wen Yanwan held his hands tightly in his palms, and said in a gentle voice, "I won't wash it, okay? We won't wash it anymore, be obedient, huh?"

"But...dirty..."

"Not dirty."

Wen Yanwan suddenly interrupted him.

He gently cupped that hand to his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and dropped an extremely gentle kiss on it, like kissing a handful of white snow.

Between the touch, it was full of bone-piercing coldness.

The lips were slightly wet, it was the wine in Lu Chaosheng's hand that accidentally got on Wen Yanwan's lips.

Wen Yanwan paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and rolled the wine into his mouth.

The pungent feeling slipped through the throat, and Wen Yanwan's heart constricted instantly. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be when such a feeling was poured on the wound.

Will it hurt more than his current heart?

Bowing her head again, Wen Yanwan held Lu Chaosheng's hand and planted a series of dense kisses on it.

"Not dirty, not dirty..."

Wen Yanwan's voice was soft and authentic, while kissing Lu Chaosheng's hand non-stop.

"I won't be dirty with a kiss, really, I won't be dirty with a kiss..."

He seemed to be coaxing immature children, in his deep voice, there was extreme tenderness and pain.

Start from the fingertips, pass through the knuckles, phalanges, finger roots, back of the hand, and finally fall on the wrist, and then go up from the wrist again.

The nose is full of alcohol, and the lips are wet.

Wen Yanwan's kisses fell heavily on Lu Chaosheng's wound, and the spicy wine was sucked into his throat, not a single bit was let go.

There was a subtle itching from the back of the hand, Wen Yanwan's kiss was hot and soft, and the burning pain caused by the alcohol stimulating the wound also eased a bit, as if being swept away by Wen Yanwan's lips and tongue like.

What Lu Chaosheng imagined to do, Lu Chaosheng hadn't accomplished it yet, but let Wen Yanwan do it on him first.

Lu Chaosheng looked down at him.

The young man has an extremely handsome appearance, with a straight nose, thick black eyebrows and deep eyes, sharp and beautiful facial features, full of the hormonal breath of an Alpha who is about to grow up.

The strange light fell on his eyebrows and between his eyes, and the two crow-feather-like eyelashes became thicker and slender, and the shadows fell on the eyelids, melting a scalding warmth.

Already in love.

Some idiot who doesn't know it.

And I don't know what I made up in my head, the slightly frowning brows are full of pain and distress.

It's really... cute enough.

As a high-quality hunter, using one's own flesh and blood as bait appropriately to lure/lure an overly soft-hearted prey to throw himself into the net is also an efficient way of hunting.

Lu Chaosheng savored the softness and warmth of his hands touched by Wen Yanwan, and sighed secretly.

Although rather than being passive, Lu Chaosheng wanted to take the initiative to taste the other party's taste.

But...it's about the same now.

While pecking and kissing carefully, Wen Yanwan suddenly felt that his collar was slightly pulled.

Wen Yanwan raised her eyes, and met Lu Chaosheng's light-colored pupils covered with mist.

Lu Chaosheng seemed to be drunk, his face was red, and the corners of his eyes were also red. His white skin was dotted with a few touches of magnificence, like roses blooming in the snow, seductive for no reason.

Perhaps it was because of the severe pain, a misty mist of sweat oozes from his forehead, the black forehead hair is a little messy sweeping the side of his face, and the tip of his nose is small and upright, adding a bit of fragility.

Gorgeous and cool.

These two originally opposite words are vividly reflected in Lu Chaosheng at the same time.

Once again, Lu Chaosheng stretched out his fingers and gently tugged Wen Yanwan's neckline.

At the same time, her face was slowly approaching Wen Yanwan's direction, and her bright red lips parted unconsciously.

It seems to be a hint.

99.9% pheromone matching, if you are normally awake, you can still control it by yourself.

Once drunk and unconscious, this extreme instinctive temptation can no longer be stopped.

After a slight pause, Wen Yanwan glanced at Lu Chaosheng's face, trembling slightly.

After a while, as if accepting his fate, Wen Yanwan took Lu Chaosheng's shoulders, and his body fell down at the same time.

Driven Lu Chaosheng's body, and his own, fell on the soft carpet together.

The body fell down, the field of vision was flipped, and the light swept into the eyes of the person, and the short-term vision was completely blurred, as if he had fallen into a grotesque fantasy.

No one noticed the two of them, so Lu Chaosheng was pushed under the low table by Wen Yanwan.

When the ends of his hair were scattered on the ground, Lu Chaosheng's eyes became clear for an instant, and then they were quickly covered with mist.

He stretched out his arm, and habitually embraced Wen Yanwan's neck, making the two bodies close together again until there was no gap at all.

Gorgeous lights dance around the feet, like elves dancing non-stop, half dim and half bright.

The light and shadow cut the overlapping legs of the two, separated only by a table, blocking the sound of people, cups, footsteps... all from this small world.

In the world, there are only the chests of the two teenagers clinging to each other and their hearts beating wildly.

The moment his lips touched, Lu Chaosheng heard a faint sigh suddenly came from his ear.

"Let me think about it." As the breath blended, Wen Yanwan's hot pheromones, mixed with unspeakable entanglement and obvious compromise and helplessness, spread from between his soft lips and teeth.

"Let me think about it, Chao Sheng," he sighed softly, "at least, give me some more time, let me think about it..."

Compared with the previous stern rejection, it is already a huge concession.

And this small step was enough to make Wen Yanwan unable to escape.

The corner of the lips curled up quickly, and was soon overwhelmed by Wen Yanwan's fiery kiss.

Lu Chaosheng's arms tightened slightly, and he raised his neck, completely indulging in the young man's warm pheromone.

Just one last step.

It's time to close the net.

The author has something to say: Yanyan: I love self-torture.

Lulu: Tsk, it's so cute.