A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

"In the deep misty valley, on the snow-covered mountain, a pure white flower blooms;

"O child who plucks this flower, in the sun-drenched forest will meet the elf from Basilus;

"The elves of Lores will give children a pair of transparent wings, so that they can fly with the wind;

"Fly far away, fly to the sky, fly to heaven..."

Lei Zhe lowered his voice, and slowly sang a nursery rhyme in Jian Qiao's ear.

While singing, he gently shook Jian Qiao's body and patted Jian Qiao's back softly, like a father coaxing a child to fall asleep quickly.

He knew that Jian Qiao needed peace.

Jian Qiao has never been treated like this.He is an illegitimate child whose existence is shameful, spurned and cursed.He had never been hugged by his father, mother, or any of his loved ones.

Even if there was, it was when he was very young, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

But at this moment, he was hugged, patted, and coaxed by Lei Zhe, like a little child, under complete protection.

The fear that was entangled in his heart finally dissipated at this moment.

"You are indeed my light, able to illuminate me in the dark." He looked up at Lei Zhe with a smile in his eyes.

Seeing him relax, Lei Zhe also smiled.

"Is it better now?" he asked softly.

Several of his knights turned their heads to sneak glances at him in shock.Oh, God!They actually heard Mr. Lei Zhe singing nursery rhymes, this is too scary!

"It's much better. Are the clothes dry? We'll change them when they're dry." Jian Qiao noticed the sideways glances of the knights, so she quickly pulled her cloak over and put it on, before slipping out of Lei Zhe's warm embrace.

Lei Zhe hummed hoarsely, and his eyes darkened accordingly.After losing the person in his arms, he felt his heart was empty for a moment.

It was getting late, and a few knights went into the jungle to help Jian Qiao hunt down some prey, and packed them in sackcloth bags to prevent blood from being exposed.

The horn sounded, and everyone met at the assembly point as promised, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Lei Zhe personally sent Jian Qiao back to the hotel.

When they were parting, one of them stood on the side of the street riding a horse, looking up; the other stood on the balcony, staring silently for a long time with his head down.It wasn't until the night covered the land that they could no longer see each other's faces clearly, and they waved their hands and left each other.

Back at the Duke's Mansion, Lei Zhe strode into the corridor and stood in front of the portrait of "Goddess of Water" hanging on the top.

The goddess' wet long black hair stuck stickily to her fair and fleshy back.She turned her head, revealing a face without facial features.

Lei Zhe lowered his head and stopped looking at the painting. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Take it down."

The servant was stunned.

"Take it off." Lei Zhe's tone was more determined than the first time.

The servant then moved the ladder and carefully removed the portrait.

Lei Zhe took it without saying a word, strode outside, and casually threw this treasure, which had been treasured and created for several years, into the blazing bonfire.

The steward who was lighting the torches by the bonfire and distributing them to the patrolling soldiers was stunned.

"My lord! This is your water goddess!" He hurriedly reminded, and tried to pull the painting out with an iron hook.

"Burn it." Lei Zhe waved his hand without explaining anything.

That night, he had a dream.In the dream, he jumped into the deep pool and fished out Jian Qiao who was trapped at the bottom of the pool.The man's whole body was glowing white, soft and greasy, his slender legs wrapped around Lei Zhe's waist, and he whimpered softly, as if he was afraid of being drowned or scalded to death by Lei Zhe.

Lei Zhe kissed him like crazy.

Lei Zhe sipped the sweet peel of the peach and sucked out the sweet and thick juice.

This is his Mizusawa goddess.

After waking up with a start, Lei Zhe had to change into a pair of clean pants, and lay down again only to find that the bed was full of the smell of heather.

The smell kept him dreaming dreams with the same content but different scenes throughout the night.

When he woke up from the dream dripping with sweat, Lei Zhe plucked his hair irritably and cursed, "Fuck you friend!"

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Jian Qiao hasn't seen Lei Zhe for seven days in a row.It made him feel very down.

He was leaving in a few days, so he desperately wanted to see his friend.After parting, they may only meet once a year, or even longer.

The distance between De Solette and Grande is too far. For this age of traffic congestion, that is the distance between the horizon and the eyes.

When Jian Qiao couldn't hold back and wanted to take the liberty of visiting the Duke's mansion, he finally received an invitation letter from Lei Zhe.

"You're here." Lei Zhe who was standing by the window looked back at Jian Qiao.

He only wore a thin white shirt, a pair of black tights, and a pair of high boots. He was dressed in a simple and casual way.The button of the shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a large piece of strong chest, and the fabric of the trousers was clinging to the legs, wrapping every texture of explosive muscles.

No one knows better than Jian Qiao how hard and reliable this chest is, and how powerful these legs are.

He walked over quickly, trying to give a hug to his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I want to show you something." Lei Zhe took a step back, politely rejecting the hug.

He stared deeply at Jian Qiao, with an extremely depressed emotion surging in his blue eyes.This emotion was like a dark fire, burning Jian Qiao's scalp numb.

"What do you want to show me?" Jian Qiao had to stop in place.

"Look at this, I spent seven days creating it." Lei Zhe pointed to a painting covered with a white cloth placed beside him.

Only then did Jian Qiao discover its existence.

Lei Zhe lifted the white cloth, his voice hoarse: "This is a gift from me, it's called "Danae"."

Danae is a character in Greek mythology.Her father was a king, and the king received an oracle from somewhere.

The oracle told him that the son his daughter Danae would give birth to would kill him.

In order to prevent the oracle from becoming a reality, the king imprisoned Danae in a dark dungeon, and denied her to see any man, not even any male animal, except a maid.She lives in endless loneliness and darkness.

However, her beauty was still glimpsed by the omniscient Zeus who flitted across the sky.

The dungeon engraved with spells can prevent everyone and even the gods from invading, but it cannot prevent the sunlight from entering.There will always be gaps in the slabs of the dungeon.

So Zeus turned into a ray of sunlight, shining on Danae and impregnating her.

At this moment, on the canvas, a naked boy is crouching in a dark dungeon. His ankle-length black hair is wrapped around his pale skin like waterweed, and is exposed through the hair gaps. His flesh and bones are plump, soft and creamy body.

A ray of sunlight broke in from the crack in the dungeon and shone on his small toes, so the toes curled up hard, revealing a faint powder, and a few pale green blood vessels burst out from the tight back of the feet, showing that the young man How strongly stimulated.

His head rested on the side of his slender arms, revealing a slightly frowning face with flushed cheeks amidst the messy black hair.

He clenched his lips with snow-white teeth, making it show a bright blood color, and his tear-filled pupils seemed to be filled with endless pain, but at the same time seemed to be filled with endless joy.

He has never seen the sun since he was born, and he has no knowledge of love. The first ray of sunshine he saw and the first love he tasted brought him to the unimaginable peak of a wild wolf.

Jian Qiao looked at the painting in astonishment, because the boy in the painting had the same face as him.

Of course he knew what would happen to Danae when the sun shone on it.She sank in light and shadow, she offered herself to the Supreme God in maddening joy.

This is a painting full of light and heat, love and desire in every stroke!

Its exquisite painting technique makes moist desire overflow from the canvas.It vividly outlines the image of youth who is pure and lustful.Its aesthetic style and strong emotional color are enough to convince the most authoritative artists.

But why did Lei Zhe paint it?

Doesn't he know what happened to Danae and this ray of sunshine?Why did he bring his own image into it?

Jian Qiao pointed at the painting and looked at Lei Zhe with a puzzled face.

Lei Zhe approached step by step, and said in a deep voice: "You are like Danae, imprisoned in a dark dungeon. The difference is that she was imprisoned by her father, and you trapped yourself."

Jian Qiao opened her mouth, but could not refute.

These words pointed directly at the shackles of his sick heart.

Lei Zhe stretched out his arm, trapping Jian Qiao between the door and his chest.

He looked down at this slightly flustered person, and said slowly: "Do you remember? You said I was your light."

Jian Qiao's ears were reddened by her friend's too hot gaze, and her mood was disturbed.

"Remember, remember." He stretched out his hand against his friend's strong and oppressive chest.

Lei Zhe laughed softly, and his voice became even hoarse: "I do want to be your light, but this light is like the light shining on Danae, it is full of love. Just like Zeus What Danae did, I want to do the same to you. I want to see you inside and out, understand? When I drew this picture, all I could think about was how to love you !"

When he said this, his hot breath sprayed on Jian Qiao's shocked face one by one.

Jian Qiao opened her eyes wide and froze in place.

These hot words made him dizzy.

"I love you," Lei Zhe whispered into Jian Qiao's ear, panting, "I also want to do things that love you."

His aggressive body was completely covered.

The word "love" was like a sharp knife, which cut Jian Qiao's heart in an instant.He is afraid of darkness, blood, water and loneliness, but what he fears most is love.

He saw the crazy love in Lei Zhe's eyes, which reminded him of his mother's cry when she was dying, and also of the woman's gibberish when she stabbed a knife into his heart.

Everything that has been experienced has repeatedly told Jian Qiao a cruel fact - love is destruction.

He was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he quickly reached out to push Lei Zhe, but Lei Zhe pinched his chin with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, forcefully demanding a kiss.

These delicate lips, and the pink tip of the tongue hidden in the lips, are sweeter and softer than he imagined.

He squinted his eyes drunkenly, and then stuck his tongue in, frantically searching for everything in Jian Qiao's mouth.

The sticky feeling of being invaded made Jian Qiao's fear climb to the peak.He couldn't break free from Lei Zhe's imprisonment, so he could only bite the opponent's tongue hard.

Lei Zhe snorted in pain.

The fishy smell that quickly filled his mouth made Jian Qiao realize that Lei Zhe was bleeding.Out of fear of blood, he pushed Lei Zhe away with all his strength, then bent down, supported the door panel, and retched against the corner of the wall.

To Lei Zhe's ears, the retching sound was like thunder.

He looked at Jian Qiao with a pale face, but still quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth to avoid being seen by Jian Qiao.Even in such a tragic situation, he did not forget to take care of Jian Qiao's emotions.

"We, we will never meet again in the future." Jian Qiao covered her bloody mouth with a handkerchief, and said vaguely but firmly.

Then he pushed open the door, and ran away without looking back under Lei Zhe's desperate eyes.