invisible him

He kept the original posture obediently, and didn't move any more, but he screamed in his heart.

Wucheng is painting her own body?The miserable appearance of being completely naked and tied up?It's so dark that he can really see me?Is this person afraid that he has a cat disease in his heart?

After a long silence, he still opened his mouth weakly, "Cheng...Cheng, you're not good for your eyes." He also spoke the truth, groping in the dark and drawing, and he would be blind.

Wucheng's hand holding the pen paused, and a drop of ink fell straight down, hitting the paper, making a "click" sound in the quiet room.

Oops, I'm going to finish it myself.Chang Xiyang tried to shrink back.

Wu Cheng put down her pen and pressed the switch of the desk lamp, the light turned on obviously, adding a radiant warmth to the whole room.

Chang Xiyang could see where this was, this was Wucheng's study, and now it seemed... except for this desk, everything was emptied.

"Are you awake?" Wucheng didn't have any expression on her face, her voice was normal, and she didn't care about the painting, as if Chang Xiyang just woke up from a nap and stretched himself, like a satiated cat.He was the little master who was watching from the sidelines, squatting contentedly by the side.

"Ah."

"Does it still hurt? Feet."

"No..." Chang Xiyang tried to move the broken foot, "I don't feel anything anymore." Maybe Wucheng gave him some medicine?

He didn't know, or maybe his body structure was different. His ankle was broken neatly, but he didn't feel like his muscles and bones were connected, and he wasn't red or swollen anymore. It felt...not bad?

"Well, it's completely useless, which is good."

"Uh..." Good mother.

Wucheng walked over step by step, looking down at him, Chang Xiyang had no choice but to look up at the man.

The toe of the leather shoe slid across Chang Xiyang's face, went down along his body, and crushed lightly on his chest a few times. Chang Xiyang shrank his body, turned his head, and groaned a few times.

"You enjoy it quite a bit." Wucheng knelt down, pulled his hair and straightened Chang Xiyang's face.

Chang Xiyang didn't answer, he was indeed not nervous anymore.This is not the first time he has seen this scene. More than 100 years ago, to be precise, 130 or six years ago, Mr. Orange also locked him like this, but Mr. Orange was innocent and sincere at that time. He was really a teenager and loved him. Love wholeheartedly, every word is sincere.

It was also at that time that Chang Xiyang, who fell into extreme self-loathing, was firmly clasped in Mr. Orange's arms, held in his hands, and took off his disguise... Isn't Mr. Orange his salvation?

If it wasn't for what happened later, he would have really considered drowning in Mr. Orange's affection.

"Thinking about your Si Song?" Wucheng narrowed her eyes, looking at the face of the man on the ground who was obviously wandering in thoughts.

"No." Of course he didn't dare.

"Xiyang..." Wucheng bent down and approached the man, a dangerous aura came towards him, Chang Xiyang subconsciously shrank back, Wucheng paused, and suddenly smiled, "Pack up a pack Don't you want to?"

"What about that affectionate look that loves me? Now is not the time for you to pose to seduce me? Huh? If you are satisfied, you will abandon me?" He raised the corner of his mouth, "Chang Xiyang, why are you so good at acting? ah."

Wucheng stood up, didn't say anything more, gave him a deep look, and walked out.

Chang Xiyang shrank to the ground, his heart sank a little.Unlike last time, Wucheng looked at her with no love.

When Wucheng pushed the door open again and came in, it seemed that she was carrying something, and there was a faint smell of food wafting over. Chang Xiyang's hungry stomach began to clamor eagerly.

"Are you hungry?" Wucheng knelt down to look at him, and put the plate in front of him.

"Yeah." He nodded honestly.

"Then eat." Wu Cheng stroked his hair with a gentle tone.

"Ah?" Chang Xiyang tried his best to raise his head and glanced at the man, "How do you eat?"

His hands were not untied, and there was no tableware beside him, so he was asked to... lie on the ground and talk directly?

"What do you say?"

"Uh..." Chang Xiyang turned his face away, leaving him with a stubborn back.

"Don't you want to eat? I made this myself." Wucheng's voice was full of regret. It was the first time he cooked for that person. "I wanted you to eat something to give you some strength. Maybe later It's not that difficult. It's a pity..." He didn't force the man, and went to the wall to take down a small whip.

The black long and short whip, the leather is very good, black and shiny, and it can't hide its own cold air under the warm yellow light.

Wucheng flicked a whip across the air, and the whip made a sharp whistling through the air, which made Chang Xiyang tremble.

"Can I use the whip?" Chang Xiyang's voice trembled slightly, he really didn't have a good impression of this thing.

"Are you scared? I don't like using the whip either, it reminds me of some very bad things, but—is there anything more appropriate?"

The tip of the whip slid down Chang Xiyang's smooth back and stayed at his waist, "Otherwise, let's try?"

"Uh..." Can he say no?

"Chengcheng! Please, don't..." He saw that the man didn't intend to stop, and began to panic.

Wucheng lowered her head, watching the man on the ground trying to raise his face to look at him beggingly, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he moved his body on the ground with difficulty to rub against his leg. Wucheng was upset for a while, but Wucheng didn't bother with him any more. She raised her hand and flicked the whip through the air and hit the man's back. With just one click, Xiyang screamed almost sharply, and then uncontrollably Sobbing, his body shrank into a ball, his shoulders shook violently.

Wu Cheng didn't use much force, and the welt was just a shallow one. If it wasn't for Chang Xiyang's current appearance, he was in extreme pain, and he almost thought that the man was just pretending.

"Hey..." Wu Cheng panicked. He knew that the man was resistant to the whip, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. He threw down the whip and knelt down to look at the man. Chang Xiyang looked really sad, his face was pale , his eyes were a little distracted, Wucheng carefully hugged him into his arms, and gently kissed him comfortingly, Xiyang's lips murmured, and he leaned over his ears, and heard the man's low, hoarse, desperate voice Chang Xiyang said in a voice, "Chengcheng...you go."

Wucheng froze for a moment, then calmed down again.

He hugged Chang Xiyang, leaned him against the wall, and sat beside the man to support him.

Xi Yang's head slid down feebly, he simply took the man into his arms, untied the ropes that bound his wrists, and adjusted a more comfortable posture.

He didn't untie the chain, he didn't intend to let go of this man, Chang Xiyang wasn't just pretending, he knew it.But he didn't intend to forgive him because of this soft heart.

Xi Yang had passed out, and seemed to be in a very bad state. He occasionally let out a painful whimper, or struggled suddenly, subconsciously wanting to raise his body to escape.

Later, he gradually calmed down, and mumbled something like a dreamer. Wu Cheng's hearing was excellent, and he knew what the man said. He said, "Si Song, help me." in a daze.

When Chang Xiyang woke up again, he was using Wucheng as a cushion, leaning on it comfortably, absorbing some warmth for his naked body by the way.

He was so cold that he shrank into Wucheng's arms again. He just had a very bad dream, some... long and distant memories, which were also very bad, memories that he didn't want to face again.

Wucheng immediately opened her eyes and woke up.His posture was awkward, his entire arm was numb, and his back was sore.

Chang Xiyang huddled into a ball and pressed it against him. He subconsciously wanted to take off his shirt and cover it up for the man. He pressed the button with his fingers, paused, and then put it down again.

It's the end of summer, it's not autumn yet, and the weather is not too cold, but he really has no heart for this person.

"Chengcheng..." Seeing that the man moved, Xi Yang raised his head and looked into the man's eyes.He didn't know what he had just said.

Wucheng let go of his hand, expressionless.After pulling away, he stood up and wanted to go outside.

His legs went numb from sitting, and he fell uncontrollably. Wu Cheng's body softened, and he was about to fall, but then he stood up again, stabilized his figure, and walked out with his body stiff.He heard Chang Xiyang's low exclamation behind him, but he didn't look back.

After all, it's really embarrassing.

Chang Xiyang leaned against the corner, watched the door opened and light came in, the man walked out, and watched the door closed, and the room fell into darkness again.

Whip... he said to himself.

Was that person unintentional, or...intentional?

In the closed room, there was only one dimly lit small lamp that was always on. He lost the sense of time and was in a daze, waiting for Wucheng to come in next time.

His hands were tied back again, and he didn't know how many days later, Wu Cheng would come in regularly to deliver meals to him. There was still a single plate and no tableware. Go for a bite.

The man would also come in and grab his hair, go in hard, force him to let him cry and beg the man, his back was worn out on the floor, the floor was not clean, and it was not washed, faintly With signs of inflammation, every time I moved my body, the flesh on my back was painfully pulled.

In there, Wucheng also forbeared not cleaning it for him, and hastily led it out with his hands and ignored it.He was really ruthless.

After going back and forth, Chang Xiyang finally couldn't take it anymore. He burned so badly that he lay on the ground and lost all his strength. He could only pant with difficulty and couldn't move. His broken right foot was hanging limply. It turned out to be beautiful and soft. His long hair was also matted with dirt and sweat.Wucheng saw this person again, and it was such a scene.

The door of the room was slightly opened, and a ray of light shone in. Wu Cheng was like an earthly god, bathed in soft and holy light. Chang Xiyang vaguely heard the movement, and subconsciously raised his head to look at him.

The eyes of the four are facing each other, but one is confused and the other is unable to figure it out.

He was silent for a long time, then he untied the man's chains and all the shackles, and hugged him horizontally. He tried his best to avoid the injury on Chang Xiyang's back, but still caused the man to tilt his head from the pain, closed his eyes tightly, and frowned.

"Why don't you run away? Chang Xiyang, Chang Xiyang, look at me! Tell me! Tell me, why don't you run away?"

For that person, teleportation was just a matter of snapping his fingers, and the wound on his body was smoothed away with a blue light.

"Why are you staying here?" The boy raised his voice in a hurry, as if he really didn't understand.

But how could he not know that this was just that man's trick?

But so what, isn't he the one who feels distressed in the end?Isn't he the one who regrets it?

"Why... why don't you run away..."

Chang Xiyang was so hot that he vaguely opened his eyes to look at him, called his name in a low voice, and begged vaguely, "No...don't go, don't go...please...Chengcheng, please..."

Wu Cheng met those eyes, stunned.

Xi Yang's eyes were so red and swollen that they were bloodshot and covered with mist, covering his mood.

Only that piece of attachment, that deep infatuation, the peace of mind at the moment of being touched, and... the feeling of willing surrender.

surrender?

Is this the reason?

Tear off all the disguises of that person, but tell him that that person has long surrendered to Mr. Orange?

joke……

Chang Xiyang should be the one who stands above him. He is the one who dragged that person down into the mire, making him filthy and unbearable. He is the one who made that person dirty. Let me tell him now that this person is willing to prostrate himself under him. Under the body, willing to look up to him, and take it as faith?

Chang Xiyang is the light, even when it is the weakest, it still arouses his longing, makes him greedy and crazy.

But it's just moths to the flame.

No matter how sincere that person is, how many scenes he plays, whether he surrenders or takes advantage of him, they are never equal.

Love is a game, and he lost from the beginning.