Street corner

"You know, just take it off." Gu Huan leaned against the door of the guest room, shook the cigarette ash, and said.

Wen Lin sat there and refused to take it off, he didn't want to do it, he didn't want to do it in this way again.He finally found a job and didn't want to go back to the old days.

"What's wrong?" Gu Huan threw the cigarette into the trash can, walked over, pinched Wen Lin's chin, stared into his eyes, as if to swallow him, "Are you still ashamed at this time?"

Wen Lin felt like crying, shame, no, it was disgusting.He even felt sick to himself.

Even though Gu Huan treated him well that night, he was very comfortable, as if he was not doing illegal business but really being his lover.But he still took the money, and reality slapped him.I am a living prostitute.Gu Huan has also been emphasizing this point.He is a prostitute.

"Don't tell me you're afraid I won't give you money." Gu Huan pushed him down when he released his chin, took out a stack of banknotes from his trouser pocket, and threw them on the bed, "Aren't you short of money? It's all yours." .”

"I don't want..." Wen Lin gritted his teeth, holding back tears.

"I'm really surprised. It's not the first time you've done this kind of thing. What are you pretending to do?" Gu Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Lin lowered his head and said nothing, he couldn't answer, maybe it was just that he didn't want to be looked down upon by Gu Huan, and he didn't want to be used as a commodity.He tugged at the sheet and shook his head.

"If you don't take it off, I'll help you take it off." Gu Huan got a little angry, turned off the light, and pressed it up. Wen Lin didn't dare to struggle, and let him tear off his clothes and trousers. He didn't scream when it hurt, bit his arm, Oozed blood.

"Hold it." After finishing, Gu Huan threw him a Band-Aid, looked at the tooth marks and blood marks on his arm, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Lin didn't speak, but nodded lightly, so small that it couldn't be seen at all, Gu Huan sighed helplessly: "It hurts."

"It's not necessary." With a trembling voice, Wen Lin took the Band-Aid, tore it off, pasted it on himself, and smoothed it off.

Then he gathered up the messy money on the bed again, Gu Huan sneered in his heart, but Wen Lin threw all the money into the trash can, Gu Huan frowned, a little surprised, no Know what he's doing.

"It's not necessary." Wen Lin said again, raised his eyes and carefully looked in Gu Huan's direction, and finally only looked at his Adam's apple, not daring to look up at his face.

"What do you want?" Gu Huan was a little impatient and tired.

"Don't do it again." Wen Lin hugged his knees and said.

"If you are in pain, you can tell me, I'll be lighter next time." Gu Huan thought he was afraid of this, so he took the lubricant from the bed, his tone was still very cold, "I bought it specially for you."

This is true, for Gu Huan, Wen Lin was a little nervous.

Wen Lin listened, then glanced at the bottle of white things, his heart was blocked, and he started to cry.He buried his head in his knees, suppressing even the trembling, Gu Huan froze, not understanding what this man was thinking, so he had to put the white bottle back on the bed.

Did you cry? Why, Gu Huan thought irritably, but couldn't figure it out.I had no choice but to take the tissue pack that was supposed to be used to wipe my body and stuff it between his calves, and said, "Let's go when you're done crying."

Wen Lin didn't use the pack of tissues, but wiped away his tears with his hands. Gu Huan looked at them, there were not many tears, maybe he held back them.

As soon as Wen Lin stretched his legs, the tissue fell to the ground. He picked it up and put it on the bed, put on his pants and clothes, and went out from the door with his head down. Gu Huan gave way, but still bumped into it. urgent.

But before he went out, he turned his head and bowed again, but he didn't say thank you.Gu Huan couldn't see his expression the whole time, but felt agitated and a little uncomfortable.

This person is inexplicable.

He cleaned up the mess, picked up the money in the trash can, counted it, five hundred, took out his mobile phone, opened the employee bonus column of the memo, typed the word "Wen Lin" in the last line, paused, Mizuki Symbiosis, this word comes to mind, Wen Lin may really be a symbiosis of water and trees, so pitiful.

Gu Huan twitched the corner of his mouth, and typed the number 500 after his name.