Scum smell

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He shouted: "Wen Lin!"

Wen Lin's movements stopped.

Desire, reason, admiration, and shame huddled together in his mind, and he felt that they were about to explode from his chest in the next second, burning him and Ji Yao to ashes.He gasped for breath, trying to relieve his unspeakable pain.

"Ji Yao... Yao Yao..."

Wen Lin murmured, he pressed his forehead against Ji Yao's smooth back, his eyes were red.

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Wen Lin knelt in front of him, looking at him with a bitter and painful expression.The hand that loosened the bondage in front of his eyes was stained with transparent liquid.

At first, Ji Yao thought it was prostatic fluid, but after a second look, he realized it was tears.

his tears.

... He actually cried?

Wen Lin stretched out his hand, wiped away the liquid that kept gushing from the corner of his eyes with his thumb, and showed a smile that was more sad than crying: "I won't do it."

"You...don't cry."

It's strange—why is he crying.Afraid?Unwilling?shame?Or... wronged?

Ji Yao stared blankly at Wen Lin, tears still dripping down.At this moment, the door of the gymnasium was suddenly pushed open.

Zhang He froze in place with a bag of snacks.

over-egg--

Two big words came to Ji Yao's mind, after Wen Lin left, he was about to be teased again.

Before he had time to think about how to deal with Chen He's cynicism after returning home, Zhang He, who thought he would frown and leave the door neatly, really frowned, and then closed the door.

However, he did not leave. Instead, he threw away the snacks, took a big stride, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped straight towards Wen Lin.

"Wen Lin, you bastard—you dare to touch my brother!"

Wait, this script is wrong—shouldn't they close the door thoughtfully and let them have a good time, and then laugh at him at night to take pills sooner or later!

Before Ji Yao could figure it out, Zhang He raised his foot and kicked Wen Lin away.Then before Wen Lin got up, he held down the opponent and punched him down punch after punch.

He is angry.Anger mixed with a tinge of remorse.

He knew that Ji Yao could have fun, and he also knew that Ji Yao loved to have promiscuous sex and seduce people, but he was lazy, thinking that this was Ji Yao's own business, and he never cared about it.

He clearly knew that it was wrong for Ji Yao to do this, and he clearly knew that Ji Yao would play with fire one day... Why didn't he ever persuade him?

Wen Lin didn't fight back or struggle, and let Zhang He beat him to death without saying a word.

Zhang He didn't care whether Wen Lin let him hit him on purpose, he hit him hard, and at this moment, his anger surged, because he really wanted to kill him.

"..."

Ji Yao was stunned for a moment, and didn't care about anything else, and stopped Zhang He at the top of his voice: "Zhang He! Stop beating! Come here and help me untie the rope first! You are going to beat him to death——Zhang He! Stop it!" !I'm fine—I'm fine—Zhang He!!!"

Zhang He frowned, clenched his fist unwillingly, and kicked Wen Lin hard before going over to help Ji Yao untie.

Just as Ji Yao wanted to put on his clothes, Zhang He didn't let him go. Instead, he held him down. His gaze swept around his bluish-red body, and finally settled on his red and swollen buttocks.

He stretched out his hand, divided his index and middle fingers into scissors, and separated Ji Yao's deep hole, wanting to check whether Ji Yao was safe: "He inserted it?"

Zhang He's tone was upright and flat, like a doctor doing an anal examination on a patient, but Ji Yao was extremely embarrassed, he hurriedly reached out to hold Zhang He, and stopped the other's next move: "He hasn't penetrated yet—don't look! Let me get dressed!"

Zhang He curled his lips disapprovingly, thinking he was ashamed.Why didn't I see you when I was messing around with people on the floor of my house?

That was many years ago, when Ji Yao brought her boyfriend to see him for the first time, they played games and drank in the living room of Zhang He's house.Later when everyone was drunk, Zhang He climbed to the balcony to sober up, only to hear movement in the living room, and when he turned around, he saw Ji Yao's naked body, with his legs hooked around the man's waist, his body under the moonlight looked like a A fish with a slippery tail.

—but it disgusted him badly.

Then again, he hasn’t seen Ji Yao before. I remember the first time Ji Yao suffered an anal fissure from the sun, and he didn’t dare to go to the hospital, let alone let his parents know about it. It was Zhang He who helped him get the medicine. ——At that time, Zhang He felt like throwing up at a glance, but after so many years, he was able to face Ji Yao's chrysanthemum face without changing his face.

...It's really sad to think about it.

Ji Yao couldn't tell if he was suffering—he also had a sense of shame, okay?

He frowned and thought, is it because Zhang He is straight?

Zhang He didn't know that Ji Yao was thinking about messy things again, he raised his arm, and rubbed Ji Yao's face with his sleeve twice, making sure that all the tears had been wiped away - that's right, Ji Yao just now Two drops of crocodile tears were shed, otherwise Zhang He wouldn't have exploded on the spot - then he roughly grabbed Ji Yao's arm and walked away.

Being dragged by him, Ji Yao yelled loudly: "Zhang He, let go of your claws, Laozi's wrist!"

Zhang He ignored him, and when he passed the door, he picked up the bag of Zhou Heiya that he had thrown away casually.

Ji Yao laughed at him: "What a foodie."

Zhang He squinted at him, and said slowly, "I bought a duck head and a duck rack—it's not for you."

Ji Yao likes to eat these two the most. By the way, the duck tongue is Zhang He's life, and whoever moves him will be in a hurry.

Hearing this, Ji Yao was heartbroken: "Won't your conscience hurt!"

"I don't have that."

The noisy voices of the two gradually faded away, and the indoor basketball court returned to silence.

Wen Lin was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling. If it wasn't for the heaving and falling of his chest, he would have looked dead.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Yao never looked back at him.

Zhang He dealt a cruel blow, and Wen Lin was seriously injured.At this time, his face, chest, abdomen, back, arms, and legs were all screaming for pain.

Blood foam choked into the trachea, and he coughed desperately.

He was in pain everywhere, but the most painful thing was his heart.It curled up, every nerve spasming and twitching.

He deserved it.

Wen Lin coughed, turned over with difficulty, and curled himself into a ball.

It hurts too much.

On the other side, Zhang He directly dragged Ji Yao back to his home.Ji Yao thought it was quite new, ever since he messed with someone at Zhang He's house again and again, Zhang He didn't let him come - nonsense, Ji Yao shot all over the wall, really disgusting.

After being discovered by Zhang He at that time, the man Zhang He let go—because he was sleeping with him, and Ji Yao was left behind. Zhang He approved to leave only after the outside was spotless, and he was strictly prohibited from visiting again—especially with his boyfriend.

Oh, now that I think about it, I still feel a little nostalgic.

Zhang He threw the towel roughly on Ji Yao's face, then went straight into the kitchen, put on an apron and started cooking.Thinking about things while cooking.

Fa Xiao can't go on like this.

Time to talk to him.

he thinks.