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

The hot water from the shower was continuously pouring into the bathtub, and the bathroom was full of steam, making Fu Liang very irritable.

"Brother, don't you really miss it?"

Song Jingyuan's voice seemed to be covered with a dreamlike veil, deep and magnetic.

"Nothing."

Fu Liang gritted his teeth hard, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Really?" Song Jingyuan raised one corner of his lips lightly, showing an evil smirk, "Brother, you taught me that lying is not a good habit."

Fu Liang was forced to stop scrubbing his body, his breathing was short of breath, and he stared at Song Jingyuan with shame and indignation.

Seeing that his movements were stiff and stagnant, Song Jingyuan said in a seductive voice with radiant eyes, "Brother, if you mind, I can help you...you can do whatever you want."

"No need."

Fu Liang couldn't bear it anymore, angrily stuffed the towel into his hands, got up and left immediately, his cheeks, earlobes and neck were completely red.

Song Jingyuan chased after him and pressed him vigorously against the cold wall tiles in the bathroom, with a frivolous smile still on the corners of his lips: "Brother, why can't you obey your own body's wishes?"

Fu Liang was so uncomfortable that he swallowed his saliva: "Because I don't want to."

Song Jingyuan's unruly smile was bitter and self-deprecating, and his tone softened a little: "I didn't force you to do it with me, so why don't I help you?"

Fu Liang stared at him with scarlet eyes, and he knew very well that it only needed one more inch of teasing between the two of them, and there would be sparks and lightning all the way, and then it would be out of control.

If the last time he had an extreme desire was because he followed Song Jingyuan's words and drank that glass of milk, then this time he knew very well that his anger was completely aroused by Song Jingyuan himself, by his beauty and body .

And Song Jingyuan's other temptations are just adding oil and vinegar.

Therefore, Fu Liang now understands that he is not asexual since he was a child, nor is he indifferent to men and women, but because they are not Song Jingyuan.

This feeling is very strange. For the first time, he has this kind of irresistible impulse towards others, which breeds a strong desire for possessiveness and intimacy.

Just as he was breathing hot and heavy, and couldn't help but dream about something, Song Jingyuan grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand against the cold wall brick.

The coolness coming from the back of the hand made Fu Liang's mind much clearer: "..."

Song Jingyuan's tone was a little pleading: "Brother, I'm also suffering, shouldn't we help each other? This is a traditional virtue..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Liang suddenly pushed him away emotionally, and Song Jingyuan's injured back hit the hard wall again, causing his face to contort and gasp in pain.

Fu Liang's heart ached fiercely, but he did not continue to stay in this place that might be occupied by evil thoughts, but turned his head and left as if fleeing.

Song Jingyuan looked at his fleeing back, and felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart, and the sharp knife was still repeatedly twisting his aching heart.

Even so, he still kept a sick smile on his face: brother, you will be mine soon.

The wound on his back also opened due to the blow, and the blood soaked the cotton and gauze.

Fu Liang put on his pajamas and hid in the bathroom on the first floor. He was also heartbroken and uncomfortable, but no matter how heartbroken he couldn't help himself, he couldn't touch Song Jingyuan's forbidden fruit.

In Fu Liang's character design in this world, Song Jingyuan grew up with him, and he has always treated Song Jingyuan like a brother, taking care of him like a family. How could he have that kind of affection for Song Jingyuan?

Although Song Jingyuan was just a neighbor, his grandfather would not agree, let alone Song Jingyuan's parents.

The most important thing is that the "Dog Blood Disease Jiaoxiu Luochang" system will not allow them to be together, but all external factors such as the system cannot stop the trembling of the two hearts longing to get closer.

Fu Liang's mind was full of the naked image of Song Jingyuan wearing only a layer of underwear in the bathroom, and under the blessing of this image, he relieved the discomfort in his body.

He faced the mirror and washed his face at the sink. He didn't know how Song Jingyuan was doing, and his thoughts were uncontrollably concerned about Song Jingyuan.

He pushed him very hard just now, and Song Jingyuan was still injured. He didn't know if the man's injury had worsened now, and he was very worried about it.

Fu Liang really wanted to go back to the room to have a look, but he couldn't move his legs. He leaned against the wall in the bathroom for a long time to calm down. At about nine o'clock, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang.

He was startled, took out his phone and slid open the screen. It was Song Jingyuan who sent him a WeChat message: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm confused again, can you continue to accompany me tonight? Please, my wound is open, okay?" pain."

Fu Liang grasped the phone tightly with his right hand, and closed his eyes as if being stung by Song Jingyuan's words. He gritted his teeth and leaned his head against the wall, his heart was terribly conflicted, and now it seemed that he would be able to take a step closer to Song Jingyuan. strength.

But he eventually walked out of the toilet, feeling exhausted as if he had fought seven or eight hundred rounds with his inner demons, and walked back to the bedroom.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom were tightly covered, and the warm yellow light filled every corner. Song Jingyuan lay quietly on his side on the bed, in the same sleeping position as last night.

The medicine and gauze pocket of the bedside table had been opened. Obviously, Song Jingyuan had changed the medicine himself. The smell of medicine and alcohol was still floating in the air. There were old cotton and gauze thrown away in the trash can next to the bed. The blood stains on them were shocking. .

Fu Liang felt a little sour.

He took the bag of medicine and gauze, walked to Song Jingyuan and sat down beside Song Jingyuan as gently as possible, and then gently lifted the silk quilt.

Sure enough, as he expected, even if Song Jingyuan was a delicate boy, he couldn't change the dressing by himself, because the wound on his waist was too far away for him to see, so naturally it was not easy to apply the dressing.

For such a delicate boy, the bandaging method was a little too casual, probably because it was really inconvenient, and the second was because the wound was so painful that he couldn't hold it by himself.

Fu Liang tried his best to pour back the crystals that had welled up in his eyes, and then tried his best to gently change his medicine again.

In his impression, he seemed to have never been so gentle and careful to anyone before, and his approach was very light, for fear of waking Song Jingyuan up.

The quiet Song Jingyuan is very beautiful, he is afraid of Song Jingyuan waking up, because it will make him overwhelmed, it will expose his inner impulsive emotions, and he will be overwhelmed...

Although Song Jingyuan's sleeping appearance is also very attractive, but at least Fu Liang will not touch him while he is asleep, and Song Jingyuan who is awake will force him to touch him.

Song Jingyuan didn't fall asleep, his funneled heart was filled up by Fu Liang's tenderness little by little, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on the pillow, it was salty.

After Fu Liang bandaged him perfectly, he tidied up the gauze and cotton that had been replaced, and then went into the bathroom to wash.

When he came out, Song Jingyuan was still lying on his side motionless before. Fu Liang looked at his sleeping face, couldn't help nodding and smiling, sniffing softly.