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Fang Shaoyang was even more cruel to others and even more cruel to himself. He was afraid that if he drank too much and went to He Qiao, he would tie his hands.

He is inconsiderate, uncompromising, and unyielding, but that's what makes him attractive.Compared with other people He Qiao has met, he is the only one who is fierce and tough, stubborn and smart, and even more so, the only one who is ruthless and decisive.If it weren't for this ruthlessness, He Qiao would never have fallen in love with him in the past, let alone never forget him.

After inviting the cleaning out for the first time, He Qiao closed the door, stood with his back against the wall for a long time, and then took a deep breath and walked back to the bedroom.

Fang Shaoyang was so drunk that he passed out.Just now they came in and out, opened and closed the door, and all the lights did not wake him up.

He Qiao squatted beside him.

He seemed to feel hot, sweat was all over his forehead, and his brows were tightly frowned.

He Qiao leaned over and called in the softest voice, "Fang Shaoyang?"

As if he heard it, his jaw moved.He Qiao was afraid that he would wake up suddenly and subconsciously want to leave, but before he could get up, he heard him talking vaguely in his sleep, his tone was very disturbing.

"He Qiao... He Qiao..."

He Qiao froze in place, and after a long time, he slowly grasped that hand, and found that there were already deep strangle marks on his wrist.

"I'm here."

His usually gentle and reserved voice became unstable, and he restrained and restrained agreed, and then went to untie the rope.Fang Shaoyang seemed to feel uncomfortable, frowned, and called "He Qiao" again in a low voice.

He Qiao didn't speak again, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would lose control of his emotions.He put Fang Shaoyang's hands under the quilt, but Fang Shaoyang was dishonest, so he pulled out his hands resistingly and put them outside.

The moment he saw the ring on his left hand, a long-lost palpitation overwhelmed He Qiao.He held that hand, telling himself to let go immediately, and at the same time comforting himself, hold it for a while, it doesn't matter.

It is said that holding the hand of the son and growing old together, it is not easy to realize only the first half of the sentence.

Facing this drunken face, He Qiao finally became blurred.Obviously full of thoughts and things to say, he tried to open his mouth, but his voice was extremely hoarse and thin.

"Fang Shaoyang...you should, you should give me the ring earlier..."

He had a hard time talking.A sentence is divided into several paragraphs, and after several attempts, it is still incomplete. In the end, I can only add the second half of the sentence in my heart: "Because I have wanted it a long time ago."

I have fantasized about growing old with Fang Shaoyang countless times, I once felt that I could never live without this person, and I felt sweet just thinking of this name.He can't forget it, because Fang Shaoyang gave him the hottest and direct love, it seems that he will never get tired of being together for a lifetime, and he will never feel bored no matter how much he talks.

Thinking of the past, He Qiao lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

A lot of things are really just a matter of timing.If Fang Shaoyang had confessed earlier, if the ring had been given away earlier, things might have been completely different.It's a pity that the former Fang Shaoyang lacked some courage, and the former He Qiao also lacked some frankness.They circled in miss and entanglement, wasting time and killing the original strong love.

Time has passed, is there a possibility of doing it all over again?

The slightly cold night wind blew in through the half-open window, and Fang Shaoyang, who had been sweating all the time, seemed to feel more comfortable, and vaguely hugged his body on his chest, "Brother Qiao..."

He Qiao was taken aback, and buried his head tightly on his neck, trying to be a silent ostrich.

He could feel the rise and fall of Fang Shaoyang's chest when he breathed, he could feel his breathing was obviously duller than usual, and he could even feel the sweat in Fang Shaoyang's palms.

"Brother Qiao..." Fang Shaoyang was very drunk, and the time in his head was also confused, and he muttered in a low voice, "I will take you to a big meal tomorrow... I am paid..."

He Qiao could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart, pressed against his Adam's apple, and held it with extremely light force for a moment.

No matter what will happen in the future, let's indulge once tonight, who knows who he will meet tomorrow, who he will fall in love with, and who knows if he can live until tomorrow.

"Shao Yang."

He Qiao squeezed his protruding Adam's apple and shouted in a breathless voice.Fang Shaoyang's throat was dry from being sucked by him, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously a few times, and his lips moved as well.

There was an unidentifiable murmur in his ear.There was sweat on Fang Shaoyang's neck, and there was a faint salty taste on He Qiao's lips, which was the most naked and primitive hormonal taste.After kissing for a while, he moved away a little, and looked up to see Fang Shaoyang's thin lips slightly parted, panting in a low voice.

He Qiao's cheeks were hot.This is the limit of what he can allow himself to do. No matter how much he can do, he will look down on himself.He wanted to sit up right there, but Fang Shaoyang refused to let him. He kept wrapping his arms around him tightly, and rubbed against him repeatedly, yelling the word "Brother Qiao" in his mouth.

It was like this when I was in Fang's house.

Looking back now, between the two of them, Fang Shaoyang has always been more self-willed. He Qiao often needs to follow him, coax him, and occasionally pretend to lose his temper to intimidate him, and make him obedient with kindness and power.Even though they have separated long ago, their way of getting along has not changed, and He Qiao still follows him.

"Brother Qiao..." Fang Shaoyang shouted more and more urgently, his nerves were especially dull when he was drunk, and he fell into a state of tension but confusion, "Brother Qiao...Brother Qiao..."

"I'm here."

How could He Qiao get away?

He wanted to flatten the frowning brows in front of his eyes, and when he reached out to touch the condensed sweat, his fingertips seemed to be burning, and then he slowly slid down to the two dry lips.Fang Shaoyang seemed to feel uncomfortable, and opened his mouth to bite his index finger and middle finger. The strength of his teeth was not light, and the muscles of his cheeks tightened obviously.

He Qiao moaned in pain in a low voice, wanted to smoke but couldn't.Fang Shaoyang gritted his teeth bitterly, biting his fingertips until they were numb, making him extremely uncomfortable.With another force, his index finger broke a hole.

He Qiao clenched his lips in pain, and bent his fingers together slightly to push Fang Shaoyang's mouth open, but Fang Shaoyang was not fooled.Not only was he not fooled, but he had to go deeper and deeper, changing from holding his fingertips to holding half of his fingers.

The fingertips pressed deeper and deeper into the soft root of the tongue. Afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, He Qiao finally made up his mind to pull it out.But how?I had no choice but to hold down his chin with my left hand, and pull it out slightly with my right hand.Unexpectedly, Fang Shao raised his mouth, spit out his fingers and at the same time provoked his left hand.

So itchy.

He Qiao flinched.

Fang Shaoyang tilted his head and slowly licked the palm of his hand, keeping his eyes tightly closed during the process.This action is exactly the same as that of the dog at home, the only difference is that if it was Wukong and He Qiao, he would not allow it, but Fang Shaoyang and He Qiao would acquiesce helplessly.

Is it so comfortable?Really unable to withstand his focused and lost expression, He Qiao chose not to look at it.

From the front, Shao Yang hadn't licked him much, not above, below, anywhere.Today, he was probably drunk and confused, and the content of the dream was much more presumptuous than in the past. He licked his palm wet and hot, and he was persistently pestering him for it.

Soon He Qiao's scalp became tight and his limbs felt slightly numb, so he had to use his hands and feet to move towards the bed.Fang Shaoyang seemed to be vaguely aware that he wanted to escape, bit his wrist and dragged him to the center of the bed, the white sheet was wrinkled in the entanglement of his limbs, and it was covered with the sweat of two people.

The tingling sensation ran from the soles of the feet to the top of the forehead. He Qiao put his hands on Fang Shaoyang's mouth to stop him from biting, but Fang Shaoyang's mouth was extremely hot, and when he opened his mouth, hot air gushed out continuously. There is still a slight breath in the mouth, which is the low panting caused by the lack of oxygen after being drunk.It could be seen that Fang Shaoyang was already restraining himself as much as possible, otherwise the rope would have been firmly tied to He Qiao's hand by now, so there would be no room for struggle.

Before doing anything, He Qiao's breath was completely out of order.He felt that this was really outrageous, and tried hard to find a trace of restraint and reason, panting and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say you don't want to touch me, why are you talking nothing?"

The hair on Fang Shaoyang's forehead was covered with sweat, his sharp-edged face looked wild and wild, and the muscles on his cheeks were pulled very hard.Like a male animal that has been suffocated for too long, he eagerly pulled off the belt that bound him, stretched out his hand and grabbed a few random hands underneath, and then slowed down his movements, calling He Qiao's name while moving.

He Qiao was confused by his series of reactions. How could he know that he had done this kind of thing countless times, and even recorded their conversation on the phone and shot while listening.

"You..." He Qiao stared at him from a very close distance, and asked with his lips slightly parted, "Do you know what you're doing, who I am?"

Fang Shaoyang's eyes were closed tightly, his waist was pushed up rhythmically, his tongue enjoyed every palm line in his palm, and it took him a long time to blurt out two words: "wife..."

Everyone has a fatal spot, and He Qiao's fatal spot is undoubtedly Fang Shaoyang.Whether he was asleep or awake, whether he was happy or angry, he could always mess up He Qiao in two or three strokes, and he was powerless to fight back.

Just like tonight, He Qiao had already decided to leave, but Fang Shaoyang didn't even use the rope, and just these two words tied him tightly.

After licking the palm of his hand, Fang Shaoyang went to lick his chest again.The button of He Qiao's shirt was pulled off by him, but he didn't use much force and didn't feel any pain.After pulling it away, he lowered his head, his lips first rested on the uneven collarbone, lightly kissed the delicate shoulder socket a few times, and then climbed up to the earlobe, leaving a string of possessive lips along the back of the neck. trace.

He Qiao tilted his head, his back was numb all over, and his waist couldn't help but slump down.

Later, his shirt was pulled to the sides, revealing the delicate and smooth shoulder line.The neckline of the shirt became a wide open V-neck, all the way down to the middle of the chest, with the scenery on both sides looming.Fang Shaoyang worked on it carefully, lingering over and over again, taking care of every wrinkle patiently.He Qiao's chest was as hot as if he was warming himself by a fire, and at the same time, he was painfully pierced by the newly grown stubble on his chin, and his hands were uselessly clutching the bed sheet tightly.

They obviously didn't do anything, but they seemed to have done everything, and their bodies fit tightly together.He Qiao endured his drunken body, instead of feeling out of breath, it was like a person floating on the sea caught a piece of driftwood.

The junction of the two skins was covered with sweat, Xia Tian's tail melted on their bodies, the sticky and tight touch made people feel at ease.He Qiao opened his eyes and looked at the dim ceiling, his mind was very confused, he was frightened by the experience of being forced, and his heart trembled because of the many sweet memories.

In such a situation where both body and mind have not fully healed, it is of course impossible for him to agree to go further, but he does not feel disgusted with this kind of intimacy, because he finally believes that Fang Shaoyang's explanation about taking medicine that day came from the heart .

Even Fang Shaoyang, who was drunk, would harden his body when touched, pant when touched, call his name to set up flags, and the muscles of his whole body were as hard as rocks.No matter how many unpleasant pasts there are, at least no one forced anyone tonight, everything was voluntary.

Not long after, Fang Shaoyang suddenly dragged his legs down, aimed at He Qiao's face and disarmed him.In the last few strokes, he came on his knees, his hands moved very quickly, but he was completely naked but not shy at all.

What is this, a puppy enclosure?

He Qiao hurriedly held his breath and pursed his lips, and hurriedly dodged it, but it was still stained everywhere, so he stood up and pulled out a few pieces of paper, sat on the carpet by the bed and wiped it roughly, and then went to the bathroom to dip in the mirror in front of the mirror. Wipe with water.

It's so embarrassing.His face, hair, and neck were not spared, and even the corners of his mouth and lips were slightly scratched.The more he rubbed his face, the hotter it became, and finally he didn't dare to look at himself in the mirror anymore.

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At noon the next day, Fang Shaoyang woke up faintly.

The sunlight outside the window had already reached the bedside, and he had a severe headache, so he raised his right wrist and pressed his forehead.In the next second, his body shook suddenly, and he turned his head to stare at his hand in astonishment.

how……

The specially found rope was thrown on the ground, and the coat and trousers were also neatly folded, and they were all neatly placed on the sofa.And his mobile phone appeared quietly beside the pillow.

There was a smell in the air that didn't belong to him, and there were faint traces on the sheets, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat stains or something else.

Fang Shaoyang quickly put on his clothes and rushed upstairs, desperately knocking on He Qiao's door, but the cleaning told him that He Qiao had already checked out and left.He Qiao's phone was also turned off, so he must be on the plane.He wanted to send a text message to He Qiao, but he took out his newly bought mobile phone and realized that he didn't save the number, so he ran back to his room to look for the old mobile phone.

Unexpectedly, there was a sticky note under the phone, the words on it were written in one go, and the ink imprinted lightly on the back of the yellow paper.

"Fang Shaoyang, quit smoking, don't learn bad habits."

It wasn't signed, but he knew the handwriting turned into ashes.

The note was wrinkled tightly in his hand. Fang Shaoyang read and read, trying to read He Qiao's inner emotions when he wrote these words, but he couldn't read anything except peace and indifference.

What does He Qiao mean?Did he finally forgive him, or was he just telling him a simple little thing, and still didn't take him to heart?Fang Shaoyang couldn't figure it out, so he beat his head hard with his right hand, wishing he could drag He Qiao off the plane and ask him to understand.