My nemesis confessed to me

Li Qingkai was deep in the corridor, holding a freshly lit cigarette between his fingertips.

"Brother, long time no see, I miss you a little."

The voice on the phone was still warm and pleasant.

Li Qingkai lowered his eyes and took a sip of his cigarette.

"Li Mingzhi, we can see each other."

There was a slight smile on the other end of the phone.

"Brother, don't worry, when I've had enough fun, we'll see each other naturally."

"Li Mingzhi, what else can you do?"

Chen Fan's company has gone bankrupt, and Li Mingzhi can no longer use this leverage to suppress him, and now he himself is just hiding in a dark corner, unable to see even a glimmer of light.

The other end was quiet for a few seconds, Li Mingzhi did not answer his question, but asked him a word.

"Brother, if there were no such things, would you be willing to treat me well?"

"will not."

He answered calmly, and the drifting smoke scattered through his cold eyes.

In his eyes, Li Mingzhi has always been an existence that should not appear.

Even if it was his father's fault.

The phone fell silent again.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Mingzhi's light and gentle voice sounded again.

"There is still a lot I can do, brother, we will meet soon."

The phone was hung up, and Li Qingkai was smoking a cigarette, sitting there quietly, looking forward with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, in the dim shadow, only the cigarette butt in his hand was burning brightly and dimly.

……

Wang Qi took one cup after another, his dark eyes were a little lost in thought.

He was familiar with that phone call.

Because he had contacted Li Qingkai many times when he didn't know about it.

It's just why Li Qingkai avoided him.

Is it because the current him is no longer trustworthy?

Wang Qi raised his neck and drank a glass of wine, his eyes were slightly moist and misty.

Yes, there never seemed to be any trust between them.

The high concentration of alcohol somewhat paralyzed Wang Qi's brain, everything in front of him became blurred, and his chaotic consciousness was fragmented.

He propped himself up and stood up, a little aggrieved for no reason.

Why didn't Li Qingkai come back? Did he not want him again?

He staggered and wanted to go out the door, but accidentally tripped over an empty wine bottle on the ground.

Just as he was about to fall, a strong arm caught him.

The first second he was touched, he frowned and shook off the other party.This is not Li Qingkai.

"Second Young Master."

A faint voice stopped him.

Wang Qi reacted for a while before he realized that the other party was calling him.

He hadn't heard that title for a long time.

"I am Wang Qi."

He corrected the other party, and walked out the door staggeringly, staring blankly ahead with his moist black eyes.

Li Qingkai, what about Li Qingkai, does he not want him anymore?

Thinking about it, I felt a little scared.

He hurriedly quickened his pace, just like in those days, no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of the darkness.

"Second Young Master!"

Someone grabbed him from behind.

Wang Qi threw off the opponent impatiently, but suddenly grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled him.

"Second Young Master..."

A lingering, somewhat sad voice.

It's just that the person who listened was Wang Qi.

"roll."

He waved his hand and slapped the opponent, and the next second, he was hugged tightly.

A sudden surge of hostility overwhelmed Wang Qi.

He couldn't bear that someone other than Li Qingkai touched him so close.

"stay away from me."

The gloomy voice sounded word by word.

Before Chen Fan could react, his hair was pulled and he hit the wall.

Wang Qi opened his black and gloomy eyes, his forearm pressed his neck, and with Wang Qi's breathing, the strong aroma of wine intoxicated Chen Fan's heart.

"My name is Wang Qi, my name is Wang Qi."

He repeated the words, like a beast in a cage, with a kind of violent self-repression.

Chen Fan didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, he looked at Wang Qi's somewhat lost eyes, and slowly stroked the gauze on the side of his face.

"Second Young Master..."

Extremely strong emotions, tumbling indescribable emotions.

Suddenly, he saw the collar on Wang Qi's neck, pulled off Wang Qi's collar, and said in a gaffe, "What is this!"

The black leather collar is extremely conspicuous on Wang Qi's fair skin, against the dots of red on it, it has an unusually erotic beauty.

Chen Fan's eyes were scarlet, he grabbed Wang Qi's shoulder suddenly: "What did he do to you!"

Wang Qi pushed the opponent away in disgust, but his still weak body and unconscious mind made his strength a little loose.

Chen Fan had already pushed him against the wall.

"Take it off for me!"

Chen Fan suddenly looked like a wild beast out of control. He pulled the collar around Wang Qi's neck, regardless of the rough force, making Wang Qi feel the pain of suffocation.

"Do not touch me!"

Wang Qi slapped him, and his sharp nails drew several bloodstains on Chen Fan's face.

He opened his eyes, filled with viciousness.

Chen Fan suddenly lost his strength, he looked at the guard and disgust in Wang Qi's eyes, and trembled his fingertips weakly.

He fell into a dream he had woven.

"why why……"

How could the Wang Qi in his eyes be willing to be Li Qingkai's cat!

"Wang Qi."

Li Qingkai's voice came from the door.

Wang Qi came back to his senses in an instant, he turned his head to look over, and Li Qingkai was sitting in a wheelchair looking at him.

The viciousness in his eyes faded away in an instant, he looked at him aggrieved and pitifully, pushed the powerless Chen Fan away, and staggered into Li Qingkai's arms.

He knelt on the ground and put his arms around Li Qingkai's waist.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Li Qingkai smiled and stroked his hair.

"Why would I not want you?"

He raised his eyes, his cold eyes looked at Chen Fan who had lost his soul.

"You are my cat."

Wang Qi laughed contentedly, he leaned on Li Qingkai's knee, and murmured obediently like a real cat: "Yes, I am your cat."

Chen Fan completely slumped on the ground, he stared blankly at the front, Li Qingkai's stern face became a knife that tore apart his dreams.

……

The young man sent the two back to Qingzhou Court, he parked the car and wanted to hug the drunk Wang Qi out, but Li Qingkai reached out and stopped him.

The car door was pushed open, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out.

He hugged Wang Qi, who was drunk in the back seat, and slightly tilted his head: "Keep an eye on Chen Fan these few days."

"it is good."

The young man nodded, watched Li Qingkai disappear before getting in the car and leaving.

Li Qingkai took every step very slowly, but calmly and powerfully, showing ease.

He abandoned Wang on the bed, looked at his loose neckline, and unbuttoned him bit by bit.

There were several obvious red spots on the fair and tender neck skin. He stretched out his fingertips and stroked them vaguely, trying to untie the collar on Wang Qi's neck.

However, Wang Qi caught him the moment they met, and those dark eyes were exposed under the thick eyelashes, looking at him intently.

He stroked Wang Qi's neck and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Wang Qi loosened his strength, shook his head, and said, "This is mine."

He smiled and replied, "Well, it's yours."

Wang Qi still looked at him: "Don't explain." He lowered his eyelids, and his fingertips moved from his neck to his lips.

"Will it be uncomfortable?"

Wang Qi chased his fingertips and took a bite, then shook his head obediently.

He lowered his body, leaned on top of him, and pressed his forehead weakly.

"Wang Qi, you are not good."

The other party blinked his black and bright eyes, and wanted to raise his chin to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

Wang Qi was aggrieved, but also cautious.

"Only drank a little."

He quickly found his mistake.

Li Qingkai touched his forehead hair and grabbed his hand.

"what is this."

There were obvious scratches and fresh tooth marks on the back of the white and smooth hand, and fine drops of blood oozed from the place where the force was the deepest.

Wang Qi's fingertips trembled, and he subconsciously avoided Li Qingkai's gaze, but the next second he turned around with his chin pinched.

"What are you afraid of in the end."

Wang Qi pursed his lips, his eyes were a little dazed.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, as if he hadn't known what he was afraid of since he became conscious.

He wasn't afraid when his mother died in front of him in the heavy rain, and he wasn't afraid when Yu Qin tricked him into the clubhouse. Even if he was treated like a dog in Wang's old house, he didn't know what to be afraid of.

It's just that sometimes pain becomes an instinct.

He likes to watch others hurt, or make himself hurt.

Only in this way, it seems to be able to prove that he really exists.

An illusory soul cannot be locked into this empty shell.

He depends on this way, like a drug addict.

Li Qingkai inserted between his fingers and clasped his fingers together, he raised his hand to his lips, glanced at Wang Qi with his deep and cold eyes, and then bit down hard.

Wang Qi just trembled slightly, he watched the dripping blood dripping down the hands he and Li Qingkai held together.

Li Qingkai raised his head, and the bright red blood stained his stern face like fallen petals.

"Now, this place is marked by me," he said.

Wang Qi looked at him in a daze.

He lowered his body, kissed Wang Qi's forehead, kissed his high nose tip, and his moist red lips.

"And here, here..."

He kissed Wang Qi's neck all the way, biting the lock on the collar with his teeth lightly, his raised eyes were cold and restrained, but because of his actions at the moment and his blood-stained lips, he looked extremely sexy.

"Only I have the right to carve marks on every inch of your body."

Li Qingkai lowered his head, bit Wang Qi's neck, and pressed the tip of his warm tongue against his protruding Adam's apple, firmly holding onto his lifeline, as if he had caught a prey.

Wang Qi trembled all over, he couldn't help raising his head, and unfolded his slender and beautiful body.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart, making his whole body feel like he was rolling in hot oil.

He clasped Li Qingkai's hand tightly, feeling his possession, his forehead hair was soaked with sweat, he closed his eyes, tears slid from the end of his eyes, his crying voice was fragile and charming.

"I'm yours, I'm yours..."

Li Qingkai raised his upper body and placed a tender kiss on Wang Qi's forehead.

He scratched the tip of his nose and looked straight into his wet black eyes.

"Wang Qi, I will support you forever."