Mr Killer Next Door

He guessed right.

There must have been drugs in the drink.

However, what surprised Jiang Yu was that Polfa and Braun joined forces to do such a dirty business.

His blood is boiling now, and his adrenaline is soaring; the sweat on his neck is strangely protruding; his legs are starting to go weak from nowhere, and his throat is burning violently.

Jiang Yu has heard of no less than 100 drugs that have a sex-enhancing effect, just those that are legally distributed on the market.

And drugs that attack in a very short period of time and have a huge body response——

Probably some kind of contraband.

I don't know where that kid got it from.

When he was about to turn to the stairs, Qiu Shihuan let go of his arm and only allowed him to follow him.

Prince, where do I get the strength from?

Jiang Yu had no choice but to smile wryly.Leaning his back against the wall, he panted heavily while looking at the murals in the corridor.

He was so uncomfortable that his fingers were almost stuck into the wall, but he could only wait for Qiu Shihuan to open the door.

"Do you really dare to take the wine in this kind of person's hand? Uncle, are you really tired of living?"

Qiu Shihuan pushed the door open, his words were full of sarcasm.

"If I don't answer, Braun will find a way to feed me later." Jiang Yu bowed his waist, afraid that the other party would see something, "He has always been busy. I don't have enough sleep, not the bottom That thing wants to be dissatisfied..."

"So?—you're not going to say no, or don't you know it's okay to hold a drink in that guy's face?"

"It's useless to say it, Prince. If he can let it go, I will take his surname."

Jiang Yu fumbled to turn on the switch on the wall, the light hurt his eyes and caused another strong dizziness.

He walked towards the big bed in a nonchalant manner, mumbled something vaguely, and threw himself into the soft quilt.

"Uncle, you reek of alcohol."

Qiu Shihuan pinched his nose and closed the door behind him.

"How can I smell okay..."

After a while, the bed also sank in a piece: "Because you have been drugged. Get up quickly, how can you go to bed if you smell so smelly? No wonder the house is in such a mess—Hurry up, take a shower!"

"I can't take it anymore. It's uncomfortable. This medicine, this medicine probably has a lot of stamina." Jiang Yu buried his head in the pillow, panting heavily, while biting the pillow cover, "Just let me calm down by myself Just a minute, while I remember."

Suddenly there was no response.

"Prince Prince?"

Jiang Yu didn't hear the sound of opening the door, but his body was already twisted like a worm under the blanket.

"It doesn't matter where you go, I..."

I can't take it anymore.

Several blue veins on the back of the hand burst out, and every finger was swollen and painful.

Jiang Yu lifted up his jacket, but he didn't even have time to pull out his belt.His fingers seemed to be leading a fire, all the way down from the vigorous wheat-colored body, pressing the bulging abdominal muscles, and then hastily stretched into the jeans.

He snorted slightly contentedly.

The place where the fingers were covered was rubbed with calluses, and it was terribly comfortable.

But in the next second, someone grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Yu resisted the urge to curse, and persuaded in a good voice: "Don't, prince...now is not the time to joke. I'm not joking, really not..."

The fingertips on his wrist were cool and slippery, like a butterfly that came to the door on its own initiative, fluttering its bright blue wings between the silvery white mesh.

Butterfly wasn't the end, at least not the end of this feast for the senses - something brushed his ear again.

The thing was plucking at every pore of his body until lava boiled in his veins.

The touch between the skins undoubtedly set fire to the boiling oil, but he had to risk his life to plunge his hands into the flames.

Only burning pain, only deep pain, can ease this unconsolable impulse.

But in the next second, Jiang Yu felt that his throat would be bitten off by the leopard soon.

The beautiful, savage, and always malicious leopard jumped onto the bed and walked around the dying prey.

He could even feel the gaze of the other party nailed to his back, his own embarrassment; his uncontrollable impulse;

Leopards smell of mud and blood.

He's about to be torn apart, he's about to be a victim.

But Jiang Yu was not the prey, because the leopard was on high alert for him.

They were all on the alert for the moment when they might bite each other's throats.

"Uncle, you look really uncomfortable. Shall I find a way for you?"

"Prince, that's enough. Go out."

He said it almost commandingly.

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth, his back arched in pain, and his fists were almost white.

His upper body was slowly propped up with the help of his palms, his brown eyes stared at Qiu Shihuan with an expression of interest, and he ordered through gritted teeth.

"Listen, don't come near me, don't make me throw you out."

Qiu Shihuan froze for a moment, he had never seen Jiang Yu who was resisting like this.

"Uncle, I'm excited." He bit his lip excitedly and grabbed the latter's collar.The eyes of the two were almost touching, and the blue pupils were trembling with extreme excitement, "Do you want to kiss? I know you can't refuse..."

Before Qiu Shihuan finished speaking, someone grabbed his shoulders forcefully and pushed him down on the bed.

Even the springs beneath him were trembling.

"Well--!"

The big wheat-colored hands locked his throat directly, and the fingers didn't use much force, as if they just wanted to temporarily control him.

"Uncle, do you think I will be obedient in this way? How naive."

The struggling lips were firmly blocked by the man, and the uncooperative teeth pressed a few bloodstains on Jiang Yu's tongue.

Qiu Shihuan narrowed his eyes.

He didn't seem to resist the smell of blood in his mouth.

But this vengeful kiss continued, they looked at each other, their pupils were so close that they could almost peep into each other's heart.

But the eyes are all different.

Qiu Shihuan saw the growing anger in Jiang Yu's eyes.

Jiang Yu's tongue was almost bitten to pieces in the horrific battle that evolved from limbs to lips.Blood poured into the other party's throat, far saltier than saliva, far thicker than saliva.

But Jiang Yu saw the satisfaction and contempt in Qiu Shihuan's heart.

Even though it was a kiss, a symbol of what was supposed to be romantic, what was supposed to be affectionate, it still meant so much.Fighting, tearing, insisting, or competition between superiors.

Qiu Shihuan sucked heavily on the opponent's tongue, the fishy and salty taste, and the slight frown of the opponent was the catalyst.

Jaws gradually relaxed.He knew that if he didn't let go, Jiang Yu's tongue tie might be bitten off by himself.

At that time, he would have to swallow a whole tongue into his stomach.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, the tongues and mucous membranes of both sides almost lost consciousness.

Jiang Yu slowly withdrew from Qiu Shihuan's mouth.His tongue was dripping with blood, and a large piece of skin had been torn off from the corner of his mouth.

Qiu Shihuan looked at him with a smile.

The latter spit out the blood from his mouth silently, the expression on his face was still displeased.

A blood-red thread stretched between the lips.

"Listen up, next time. Stop teasing me, little friend." Jiang Yu said, "I can let you do other things."

Then he rolled off the bed.

I don't know when it started, but Jiang Yu's consciousness has become quite clear.My physical condition is not as high as it was when I was drugged.

"Hey, uncle, you're actually angry too." Qiu Shihuan sat up behind him, not caring that his mouth was full of blood, "What's there to be angry about? Didn't you enjoy yourself just now? Wasn't it exciting to kiss me? Uncle, it’s too much, are you listening to me? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a shower." Jiang Yu sighed, "Prince, personal privacy. For the sake of being bitten by you, can you give me some private space for a while?"

Qiu Shihuan stared at his back with burning eyes.

"Okay." He relented. "I'll always remember this day."

Jiang Yu wiped his face in despair.

***

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Qiu Shihuan sat by the bed alone, sometimes looking at the moonlight outside, and sometimes looking at the furnishings in the hotel room.

No matter which one, he was not interested.

His fingers quietly caressed his bloody lips, he hummed happily, and his legs shook involuntarily.

Wait until the sound of water in the bathroom stops.While wiping his hair, Jiang Yu wrapped his body in a towel and walked out.

"Uncle, have you finished washing?" Qiu Shihuan immediately jumped up from the bed, with his hands behind his back, looking very cheerful, "You even washed your hair? You did it so quickly, has the effect of the medicine ended?" ?”

"Thanks to you." When he said this, Jiang Yu's expression was a little strange, "Then...Prince, if there is nothing else, I am going to rest. Today...I am very tired."

Qiu Shihuan seemed to deliberately not understand what he meant, and spoke very loudly.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower. I'll come to see you, Uncle, after I'm done."

Jiang Yu sighed.

Qiu Shihuan waved goodbye to him with a smile, and he hopped into the bathroom with disposable slippers on his feet.

The door closed behind him, and the sight glued to his back disappeared.

For an instant.

The smile, the tiny changes around the eyes and facial muscles all collapsed.

He walked to the sink expressionlessly.

Then facing the mirror, raise the corners of your mouth.

Just like hundreds of rehearsals, thousands of times.

Until fine lines appear in the corners of the eyes, until the muscles around the eyes are properly contracted.

Until a standard and perfect Ducheny smile is presented.

He couldn't help but sneered, and punched the bright smiling face reflected in the mirror.

It seems that there is no pain at all.

Qiu Shihuan looked at the mirror that shattered from the middle, and looked at the blood winding down bit by bit.

And staring deeply at countless broken selves.

Chest heaves violently.

He saw a figure.

A figure wearing a blue and white striped top, crying and being pressed on the table.

The man struggled wildly under the control of the restraint belt until the people in white clothes connected electrodes to his temples and heart.

Qiu Shihuan immediately slapped himself.

He lowered his head and stared at his bloody and glass-spattered palms.

"Jiang Yu."

Qiu Shihuan leaned over to the broken mirror and turned on the faucet.

He muttered the name silently, his thumb lightly sweeping over the bright red lips.

Finally, he tentatively put his fingers in his mouth, tasted the salty blood repeatedly, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Jiang Yu—well, you are really, really different from before..."