Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Jiang Xun's heart is a bit complicated. Half of him expects Fu Liang to retaliate or even hit him a few more times. As long as Fu Liang is willing to forgive him, half of him thinks of what Fu Liang said in the morning, "Save it first." Hours... He had been mentally preparing for the duration of the beating this morning for three days.

The point is...if Fu Liang didn't forgive him after beating him up, wouldn't it be miserable?

Not allowing Jiang Xun to think too much, Fu Liang lashed his back mercilessly with a whip, and a blood-red welt immediately appeared on the white and delicate back.

"what!"

Jiang Xun couldn't help screaming. The scorching pain from the whip seemed to have directly hit his internal organs. He couldn't help but gripped the handrail of the iron ladder even more tightly. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

Fu Liang: "Does it hurt?"

There was no trace of distress in his tone, Jiang Xun felt sensitively that his heart sank.

"I will endure."

He clenched the handrail even more tightly, gritting his teeth and persisting.

In order to observe Fu Liang's expression when he whipped him, he deliberately stood on the railing of the iron ladder, while Fu Liang stood condescendingly on the opposite iron ladder, holding a long whip in his right hand. Their scene was just captured by the pinhole camera.

Jiang Xun took off his shirt specially, at least he behaved decently when he was beaten.In fact...he still has a little bit of caution, hoping that the kind-hearted Fu Liang can be stimulated by clear scars, not to strike too hard, not too many times.

Fu Liang probably guessed what he was thinking. He never equated the word "simple" with Jiang Xun.

Fu Liang couldn't help chuckling: "I ask you if it hurts?"

Jiang Xun gritted his teeth and took a breath: "It's okay."

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

Fu Liang hooked his lips gloatingly, and raised the whip with his right hand again, only to hear someone knock on the door.

"Fu Liang, what are you doing? I just heard Jiang Xun's screams in the bathroom, isn't it a hallucination?" Zhou Tong was outside the door.

"You heard it wrong, we are watching a movie." Fu Liang lied without blushing, "In the movie, a prisoner is being whipped with a whip. If I disturb you, I will turn down the volume."

"No, no, I'll go out to eat right away."

Zhou Tong didn't care too much, and turned and left directly.

Fu Liang could hear his footsteps when he left.

When he raised the whip to continue whipping, there was another knock on the door, and the person who knocked on the door turned the doorknob politely.

Fortunately, the door was locked, otherwise this scene would have been seen by others.

"Fu Liang, are you going to the library?" This time it was Liu Ran.

Jiang Xun became angry when he heard Liu Ran's voice, and at the same time, he was afraid that Fu Liang and Liu Ran would run to the library and stop beating him.

Obviously, Fu Liang was more interested in beating Jiang Xun.

"I'm not going, I'm not feeling well." Fu Liang rejected Liu Ran's invitation without thinking.

But Liu Ran didn't give up: "Then I won't go to the library, you come to my room, let's study together."

For the first time, Fu Liang was invited by classmate Liu Ran for the first time. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. His suspicious eyes fell on Jiang Xun.

With his back turned to him, Jiang Xun's face was as gloomy as the rainy weather. He swallowed and said to Liu Ran, "Liu Ran, you are only a second child of ten thousand years, and I'm not dead yet. Is there any place for you to be crazy?" ?”

"Jiang Xun, you."

Liu Ran angrily kicked the door of the room, and then walked away angrily.

Hearing the sound of the door closing as he walked out of the dormitory, Jiang Xun turned his head slightly and said softly to Fu Liang, "Go ahead."

Fu Liang looked at his side face for a while, pursed his lips and thought for a while, then jumped down the iron ladder: "You wait a moment."

Jiang Xun saw him throw the whip on the desk, then opened the door and walked out.After a while, Fu Liang came back with a twisted white warm towel in his hand.

Are you going to scrub his wounds?

Such an unrealistic thought flashed through Jiang Xun's mind.

After a few seconds, it was confirmed that it was indeed an unrealistic idea.

Fu Liang approached and brought the towel to his mouth: "Bite it while it's hot, I'm afraid your cry will be heard by others later."

A few drops of cold sweat fell from Jiang Xun's temples, and he asked with a pale smile, "Is it necessary to be so ruthless?"

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows, with a playful smile on his lips: "I can't tell."

Jiang Xun's nerves were tense for a moment, and his cheeks felt a little sore.

"Stand still, don't hide." Fu Liang stuffed the towel into his mouth unceremoniously, "Don't worry, this is a new towel I bought. It has been sterilized and never used."

Jiang Xun: "..."

He closed his eyes tightly, biting the warm towel tightly in his mouth, and the sound of a whip piercing the air sounded in his ears.

With a "snap", the whip fell on Jiang Xun's back, and this time it happened to hit the shoulder blade. The collision between the long whip and the bone was like peeling off the flesh and rubbing it against the shoulder blade. Jiang Xun's cold sweat Immediately swept through the whole body, the scream from the throat was blocked by the towel, only the crumbling sound of "uuuu" flowed from the corners of the lips, the bloodshot eyes stared at something absently, and the panting was rapid and uneven.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

Fu Liang's tone was calm, he threw the whip back on Jiang Xun's bed, approached and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm not worried that you will kill me." Jiang Xun took off the towel, smiled forcefully, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

Fu Liang raised his lower lip dryly, then walked back to the desk and opened the drawer to look for things, while Jiang Xun turned his back to the full-length mirror to check his injuries, a thin layer of crystal clear white sweat formed on his back.

The two blood-red welts are on the right side, the first one is under the shoulder blade, the second one is on the shoulder blade, it is shockingly red.

Jiang Xun's lips were a little pale, and he resisted the burning pain that seemed to be scratching his bones. He had never been beaten like this since he was a child.

"I thought you would cry, but I didn't expect you to be able to bear it." Fu Liang said with a smile, unexpectedly there was no wave of distress.

Jiang Xun swallowed his saliva: "Then can you forgive me?"

Fu Liang thought for a while, and walked towards him with the ointment and alcohol swab: "No, the whip has been returned to you, and I still have the wooden stick. Don't forget that you beat me."

Jiang Xun couldn't help but said stubbornly: "I didn't whip you again, you whipped me twice."

"I was pumped because of you." Fu Liang snorted coldly, and stuffed ointment, alcohol, cotton swabs and other things into his hands, "This is the medicine prescribed to me by the hospital last time. Fortunately, it was not used up, and the rest will be given to you. gone."

Jiang Xun murmured, "It was originally my money."

Fu Liang: "..."

He didn't refute Jiang Xun's words, but went back to the desk and flipped through the book and asked, "How long is the barbecue?"

Jiang Xun immediately took the phone and swiped: "Half an hour."

Fu Liang said "Oh", and at this moment, Jiang Xun stood beside him with alcohol medicine and other things: "Brother Liang, help me get the medicine, I can't reach it."

"Fuck me, shit!"