bastard

Zhu Nanjiang threw himself on He Tingyu like crazy.

He Tingyu avoided him.Zhu Nanjiang fell to the edge of the wall, and jumped back to grab the opponent's neck.

There is no good guy around, maybe he can just strangle him like this, or bite him to death.

A slightly annoyed sneer sounded in the air: "Mad dog."

Zhu Nanjiang heard it, but felt it was an illusion.When facing He Tingyu, he can often hear such a voice, as if God is reminding him to be a beast.

He swung his fist out of nowhere, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he staggered and turned around to continue when he failed.

He Tingyu really seemed to be teasing an animal, restrained his stride and dodged left and right, until the opponent's footsteps were flimsy and unsteady, then he reversed his saber and slammed him on the back with the handle.

Zhu Nanjiang fell to the ground without saying a word, a pair of shiny military boots in his peripheral vision.

He Tingyu pressed the handle of the knife against the floor next to his ear from top to bottom: "If you have a temper, you won't have any skills. If you want to do something, I'll give you a chance."

Zhu Nanjiang was stunned for five or six seconds, then got up on hands and feet and grabbed the long saber.

He Tingyu let go and retreated two meters away, watching him draw out the knife for a long time, holding the handle with both hands in a trembling posture.

The two layers of nightgowns that were randomly folded together had already been entangled in the entanglement just now, the front of the belt could not be tied, and the bare chest and abdomen were exposed to the air, which was the unique cleanliness of young people.

Both fierce and pitiful.

"Come on, slash at me."

Zhu Nanjiang reluctantly raised the saber to his waist, with the tip of the saber facing He Tingyu's face.

The man was motionless, the line of his trousers was straight, and there was not a speck of dirt on his riding boots.But in his eyes, his clothes were disheveled, his face was in a mess, and he couldn't even hold a knife steadily.

Zhu Nanjiang tried to make a more beautiful posture, but his hands trembled, and even his eyes trembled.

Six years have passed, and he is no longer the weak and timid child he was back then.He gained strength and courage. He has used knives and killed people.He thought that he could finally come out of the dream calmly holding the knife, but he was wrong.In front of He Tingyu, he will always be powerless.

"Why, don't you dare?"

The long knife dropped from his hand and landed obliquely at his feet.

Zhu Nanjiang covered his eyes with his hands and knelt down slowly, his bare knees knocked on the floor with a muffled sound: "Why...why did you do this to me..."

The footsteps stopped in front of him, He Tingyu bent down to pick up the saber, pointed the tip of the saber at the mouth of the sheath and inserted it to the end.

"I should ask Zhu Rongqing to come and see what his son is!"

Zhu Nanjiang was dragged all the way to the room by the collar of his nightgown.

He Tingyu took off the two nightgowns that were tangled together like bath towels, and when he pushed him onto the bed, he saw the birthmark on his side waist, which was the size of a little thumbnail and was a round shape with a gap.

Many years ago, he hid outside this bedroom and looked through the crack of the door. The man was lying on his father with his back facing him, and there was such a birthmark on the back of his waist.

"You want to know why I did this to you?" He Tingyu stroked the birthmark with his hand, and with a little force, his nails sank into the flesh.

Zhu Nanjiang felt the pain in a trance, and struggled to turn over, but was firmly pinned by two hands on his back, unable to move.

He was extremely weak and sleepy, and when he couldn't struggle, he calmed down as if resigned to his fate.Then he heard a gloomy voice say in his ear: "Because you are the son of a bitch, you are as disgusting as your hypocritical father!"

Zhu Nanjiang woke up all of a sudden, gritted his teeth and propped up his upper body, he realized that He Tingyu was tearing his pants.

I wish Nanjiang was half-grown, and knew everything he needed to know. In the first few years, he was teased by the "big brother" and "brother" around him because of his good looks. As long as he didn't reach that point, he could bear it.In any case, he never thought that He Tingyu would do "that kind of" thing to him, because he was shocked, he hesitated to resist, and when he reacted, he struggled and there was nothing left to cover up.

He was afraid.

It was a fear that had never existed before.The other party was neatly dressed and stripped himself naked, but even so, there was still only disgust and contempt in his eyes.

It would be better if there was something else, he thought he had learned to tolerate and deal with those dirty, ulterior stares.But He Tingyu didn't mean anything, he wasn't enjoying himself, he was just humiliating himself.

Zhu Nanjiang felt like a piece of rotten meat on a chopping board, it was sour and smelly, and someone had to turn it over and over to check how much it was rotten.He Tingyu's big hands like iron pincers held the heels of his legs, the calluses rubbing against the tender flesh was so clear to the touch, he arched his crotch and fell back as if he had been scalded, begging for mercy.

"I don't know, I don't know... let me go..."

He Tingyu pressed him face down, clasping his hands behind his back: "I don't know? How could you not know?!"

"I've never seen him!"

"Father reads his name day and night, but you say you don't know?"

The rough military uniform was pasted on his bare shoulders and back, and under the cloth was He Tingyu's solid and hot body.Zhu Nanjiang tried his best to recall the words He Liren said to him before his death, and his arms stretched out in a stiff arc behind his back.

"I know! He lied to him, he left him..."

"Yes, he lied to him, he betrayed the He family."

"Let me go..."

"Father went against the grain and refused to admit that he was wrong in the end... He spent his whole life being angry with him!"

"Let me go!"

He Tingyu straightened up and grabbed his wrists with one hand, while the other hand slid to his waist and pinched one hip bone, his thumb just touched the round birthmark,

Although Zhu Nanjiang is no different from an adult in some aspects of thinking and behavior, his body has not yet shaken off the slenderness and tenderness of a teenager.What's more, in He Tingyu's eyes, even if his limbs have grown, he may not be much stronger.

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(400 words)

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