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Looking at the black eyes that were so close at hand, Sakurai panted in pain, trying desperately to turn his head away.

Pushing his hands brutally onto the man's chest, he struggled fiercely, but in vain.

The tall man in front of him firmly restrained his shoulders, leaned his head sideways into his neck, and passionately kissed every inch of his trembling skin.

The provocative warmth rushed up his neck, Sakurai gritted his teeth, arched his knees without hesitation in the next second, and firmly pressed against the opponent's body.

The stabbing pain surged up in an instant, and the person in front of him grunted and turned his head sideways while sucking.

"Go away!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Sakurai frantically pushed the opponent away, and in the next second, slapped the opponent's handsome face.

The sudden "pop" sound immediately filled the entire quiet space.

He staggered and turned his head to the side, the tips of his black hair covered his eyelids in a mess, the man frowned his heroic brows, and looked down at Sakurai's face ravaged by shame and blush.

Panting and rubbing his lips in disgust, Sakurai's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the other party with tearing eyes: "You bastard! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Kay."

"Don't call me!" The hand holding the jersey trembled slightly, Sakurai stared at the other party's hazy face excitedly, and gritted his teeth bitterly.

--how come? ...

Why is he here? !

Reaching out his hand hastily rubbed the corner of his lips, and glanced at the subtle crimson on the back of his hand, the man squinted his eyes.

After a while, with a wry smile, he stared at Sakurai again, with a calm voice: "Is this how you greeted me?"

His body trembled slightly because of the mixed emotions, Sakurai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burst into flames: "I really... can't believe it..." Slowly moving towards the side door of the corridor, he shook his head and said in disbelief. Gritting her molars fiercely, "...I can't believe...you are so thick-skinned..."

"..." The man was slightly taken aback, and then his face became complicated.

"Too... still has the face to come back here..." Mingming wanted to vent the smoldering fire in his heart all at once, but as soon as he uttered the words, the words were broken and broken.

"Kay, you—"

"Shut up!" The furious voice tore apart the subtle tranquility of the corridor, Sakurai's chest heaved violently, and his eyes gradually became crystal clear because of the intense emotion.

"..."

Silently looking at the person opposite who was trembling with anger, the man didn't say a word, but just stared at the other person intently, a trace of imperceptible bitterness flickered in his dark eyes.

"Have you forgotten what you did two years ago?!" Staring accusingly at the man's handsome face carved with a knife, Sakurai's cheeks twitched, and the tip of his nose was blood red with anger.

"Kay..."

"My mother is already in that situation! Why are you refusing to save her?! Why?!"

"..."

"Obviously only your blood type matched at that time, why didn't you want to donate blood?!"

"..."

"All you need is that little blood! If you weren't so selfish! How could she have passed away?! Huh?!" Staring viciously at the speechless man opposite, Sakurai sucked, and soon the crystals in his eyes were full of rage out.

Wiping away the tears in disgust, he lost his mind and rushed forward in the next second, grabbed the opponent's collar fiercely, and pushed the tall figure against the wall.

The back of his head hit the cold wall suddenly, the man let out a muffled grunt, and looked at Sakurai's tear-ridden face speechlessly.

"Who are you?! Are you a high-ranking emperor? What can you do if you donate blood? Can you lose a piece of your flesh?!" Gritting his teeth, Sakurai shook his head in pain, "The only people present at that time were your blood type matching. You! Why don't you want to?! Why are you so cruel?! Why..."

The hand that was pulling the collar of the man in front of him trembled slightly, Sakurai lowered his head bitterly, letting the tears hit the ground drop by drop.

——The mother is rare panda blood.

When his mother was in a car accident, Sakurai himself was out of town, and there was no time to get to the scene.

And the person who happened to be there at the time happened to be the man in front of him.

The other party is also RH negative blood.

He thought his mother could be saved because of this, but when he rushed to the hospital the next day, the doctor told him that his mother died because of insufficient blood transfusion.

At that time, when he called to find the man in front of him, he was told that the man had already left for the United States.

Once there, it's two years.

"Kay, I'm sorry."

Feeling the strength of the other party's trembling due to pain in the neck, the man was silent for a long time, and opened his mouth lightly.

"To shut up!"

Raising his head crazily, Sakurai's hazy eyes sparkled with resentment.

In the next second, without waiting for the person in front of him to react, he raised his fist and punched the person in front of him hard on the pale cheek without hesitation.

Looking at the opponent's face that immediately turned away with the strength, Sakurai staggered back, glanced sadly at the opponent's body that was slightly arched due to pain, and panted every word: "I... never want to see you again .”

Stretching out his hand to quickly put the jersey on his body, Sakurai stumbled towards the side door of the corridor, and quickly disappeared in the outer corridor.

The burning pain burned his face, the man stretched out his hand to his cheek, stroked it sluggishly, stared deeply at the direction Sakurai left, speechless.

After a while, he moved his slender body, slipped one hand into his pocket, and took out the cigarette pack.

With a "cha", the darkness was illuminated by sporadic light again.

A deep ravine was drawn between the man's eyebrows, he bit the cigarette butt, leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling a long wisp of light smoke.

After standing in the corridor for an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps coming from far to near gradually sounded on the stairs.

The man closed his eyes and stood there motionless, unable to discern his expression.

"Hey."

After a while, there was a soft call in my ear.

Brushing off the cigarette butt in his hand, the man didn't look at the source of the sound.

"Tetsuya...uh...uh...you, are you alright?" Looking at the other party's quiet profile, the visitor slowly approached him along the stairs worriedly, "Hey, your name has been changed, it's really annoying Can’t you just call Fujimoto Tetsuya if you’re suffering?”

After exhaling again, Fujimoto Yu didn't respond at all, but closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.

"Why... didn't you tell that kid the truth?" Walking to Fujimoto's side, the visitor frowned and asked helplessly.

Putting his hands into his pockets, biting his cigarette butt, Fujimoto straightened his back from the wall, glanced sideways at the people around him: "How long have you been listening up there?"

"Uh... almost... listened to everything." Hearing this, the visitor scratched his head dryly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Qianye, how many times have I told you that you don't have to worry about my affairs."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to respond, Fujimoto turned around and walked towards the corridor entrance without a word.

"But, Yuu! Wouldn't it be better to tell that kid the truth? At least he won't hate you as much as he does now!"

Qianye stared hopefully at the tall and straight body line that was drifting away in front of her, earnestly speaking earnestly.

Hearing this, he slightly slowed down, and Fujimoto stopped at the side door.

After a while, he turned around, and looked at Qianye again with those solemn eyes misty: "If he tells the truth, can his mother be resurrected?"

"..."

"Qianye, some things, if you make a mistake, you can never correct it, understand?"

After finishing speaking, Fujimoto turned around silently, and quickly disappeared by the door.

A moment later, the steady steps of the other party gradually moving away could be heard in the corridor.

Qianye stared blankly at the empty staircase, with mixed feelings in her heart.

**

It was almost midnight when we arrived at the bar.

Fujimoto strolled to the bar, leaned on the bar chair tiredly, and browsed the glass glasses on the wine rack expressionlessly, his eyes dim.

"gentlemen."

However, just as his nerves were being consumed by chaotic thoughts, a soft call came from his ear.

Hearing this, turning his head, Fujimoto glanced indifferently at the little man sitting directly beside him, and frowned.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The visitor smiled ambiguously, and he looked like a bar regular who was good at striking up conversations.

Without saying a word, he turned his head again, and Fujimoto didn't intend to talk to the other party.

Looking at the wine cup pushed by the bartender, Fujimoto raised the cup and shook the bright liquid in the glass, his eyes smudged with bitter blur.

Noticing that the other party was indifferent, a look of surprise crossed the strange man's face.

Obviously, there seemed to be very few people who could resist his first round of attacks.

"Why, is there any trouble?" The man glanced at the wine in Fujimoto's hand, and raised his eyes to signal the bartender to serve him the same.

Noticing that the man beside him moved an inch closer to him, Fujimoto frowned coldly.

After a while, looking sideways at the other party's face, he said lightly, "Boy, don't waste your time on me, I'm not interested."

After speaking, he slapped the money on the bar counter hastily, and Fujimoto drank the remaining liquid in one gulp, then got up and walked towards the bar door indifferently.

Looking at the tall figure of the other party who was about to leave, the strange man's heart skipped a beat.

——It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered such a cold, high-quality guy.

Thinking of this, he hastily paid the money, hurriedly dragged his feet, stumbled and chased the other party out of the bar.

"Sir, what's your name? Leave a phone number and make friends!"

Fujimoto's dark windbreaker raised its hem from time to time against the cold wind at night, and the strange man followed Fujimoto with a smile on his face, chattering as he walked.

After following for two streets, Fujimoto turned around and flashed into an alley, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the man who was following him, pressing him firmly against the wall.

Staring coldly at the man whose expression suddenly turned to panic, Fujimoto squinted his eyes and paused every word: "Boy, if you follow me again, you will be destroyed."

"..." Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, the strange man turned pale with fright, and was speechless for a while.

Staring at the other party frozenly for a moment, Fujimoto gradually let go, indifferently: "Get lost."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to straighten his neckline, turned around and was about to walk down the alley.

However, just after taking two steps, the man suddenly came from behind him jokingly: "Hey, I said you...Actually, you really don't dare!"

Fujimoto didn't look back.

"Pretending to be noble..." The voice was still trembling, but the man didn't show any intention of stopping, "Actually, I don't dare to associate with others at all!"

Fujimoto didn't stop.

"A person like you has never liked anyone before, right?!" After speaking, looking at the back of the other person, the man added a few more words tremblingly, "Oh... such a bad personality! Even if there is someone you like, He will never get a response!"

Fujimoto's distant figure gradually stopped.

Noticing the other party's reaction, the man seemed to gradually gain some confidence.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the neckline that was pulled crookedly by Fujimoto. He sniffed and straightened his waist: "You have a fucking emotional barrier, right?! No one loves you! You deserve it!"

He closed his eyes and laughed a few times, but when he opened his eyes the next second, the person who had just walked to the entrance of the alley was already close at hand.

Fear welled up on his face, and the man was about to turn around, but then he was grabbed by the neckline again.

Fujimoto grabbed the opponent, squinted at the panicked face in front of him, and squinted his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he sneered, his eyes flickering sullenly: "You want to have sex with me, don't you?"

——Are you actually saying that he is noble?

This kid, do you want to die?

"..." Hearing the other party speak bluntly, the strange man opened his mouth unexpectedly, but didn't react for a while.

However, after a moment of silence, noticing Fujimoto's cold and serious face, he swallowed dryly and nodded stiffly.

"I, I take it back! Take it back!" Shivering was pushed into the corner step by step by Fujimoto, the man begged for mercy intermittently, "I take back what I just said! I was wrong...I apologize! I..."

"Take off your pants." Commanded coldly, Fujimoto remained expressionless.

"Here, here?" The man looked astonished.

Fujimoto didn't answer, and the palm that grabbed the opponent's neckline became tighter and tighter.

Feeling the impending pressure, the man trembled: "I, I take off! I take off..."

"Turn around."

"..." Without any further resistance, the man obediently turned around and leaned against the wall.

Seeing the other party shivering in the night wind wearing a pair of underwear, Fujimoto closed his eyes.

——It was an extremely disgusting scene.

After a while, he indifferently turned his body sideways, and walked steadily towards the entrance of the alley.

The man was still waiting by the wall, but when he heard the other person's footsteps going away, he couldn't help turning his head and calling him unexpectedly: "Hey, hello! You... what do you mean?!"

Hearing this, Fujimoto froze in his footsteps.

——Why, did this kid really think he was going to fuck him?

"Keep this posture and stay here until dawn." With a cold voice, Fujimoto said lightly, "Don't you want to be fucked? Don't worry, someone will come."

After speaking, he walked straight out of the alley.

A painful wail came from behind him.

——People like you have never liked anyone at all, have they? ! ——

——Oh... such a bad character!Even if there is someone he likes, he will never get a response! ——

However, after only taking two steps, the man's words just now occupied his mind inappropriately.

Frowning, Fujimoto's palm in his pocket tightened slightly.

His thoughts flickered, and then a silver-haired figure broke into his mind.

Fujimoto stopped and stood silently on the side of the empty street in the early morning.

"The one you like...is that right?"

There was a wry smile on the corner of his lips, and he closed his eyes.

After a while, he took another step, and the windbreaker fluttered again with the night wind.

"I...don't need him to respond."

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