After being scummed by four men

The weather was getting hotter, and the sweltering air was blowing on Gojo Satoru who came out after He Zecheng. He watched He Zecheng grab a girl and then apologized in panic, his heart seemed to collapse into a black hole. , with endless fear born from his heart.

Gojo Satoru didn't notice that there was an unbelievable cowardice and bewilderment on his face.

White hair curled up in a mess, clinging pitifully to the side of his face because of sweat, his pale blue cat eyes were wide open, and the sunglasses hung crookedly on the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth slightly, as if wanting to call out He Ze Makoto seemed to be holding a moan that could not be uttered.

—like an abandoned cat, hit by a storm.

"Obviously I feel it..." He Zecheng murmured in disappointment, all the crowded soap bubbles in his heart suddenly burst, and the suddenly empty heart was too empty, which even made him a little bit wronged.

Makoto He Ze completely forgot about his current boyfriend Gojo Satoru. After all, Makoto was his first love, and first love is always irreplaceable.

Whether it is the white moonlight on your heart or the hideous scar on your heart, it is always unforgettable and impulsive, no matter how many years have passed.

He Zecheng turned around in dismay, only to find Gojo Satoru who had chased him out.

He was a little embarrassed and a little bit guilty, looking at Gojo Satoru and didn't know what to say.

Seeing him turn around, Wujo Wutiao seemed to have calmed down, restrained the embarrassing emotions on his face, and replaced them with some deep and frightening emotions, which made He Zecheng dare not pass.

"Who were you chasing just now?" Gojo Satoru heard his voice so calm that it was almost cold, but suddenly felt a heart-biting pain.

Why, why has it been so long, Junko is still the first in his heart.

First, first, is it so important to be the first to arrive? !

Gojo Satoru felt the anger turned into a dragon roaring in his heart, and he was always the strongest in everything, and it was rare for him to taste the frustrated and embarrassing bitterness of "incomparable".

"I'm sorry, Brother Wu, I thought it was Junko," He Zecheng tried to explain with guilt on his face, "I didn't want to do anything, but even if I won't be with Junko anymore, she will still He is my important person..."

Gojo Satoru was stimulated by the word "important person". The poisonous snake of jealousy bit his heart, and the pain was so painful that his anger gushed out instantly. He said without hesitation:

"No matter what you call her, Junko won't be able to survive."

"Let's talk about what she's doing when she comes back to life." Gojo Satoru even sneered maliciously, "Look at your slutty appearance that changed your mind after a month?"

He Zecheng was completely ashamed and embarrassed when he heard the last sentence because of his pale face and unbelievable expression.

"You bastard!" He Zecheng rushed in front of him with red eyes, wanting to punch the expressionless bastard, but he didn't do anything in the end.

He was able to empathize so quickly, although there are reasons why Gojo Satoru was in the way, but it was not because of his weak willpower. Although he was very ill at that time, in He Zecheng's heart, he still felt that he was at fault .

He Zecheng trembled and lowered his fist, tears slipped from his eyes.

Gojo Satoru felt like his heart was being torn apart when he saw the tears, he was so painful that he wanted to die.This was the first time he saw He Zecheng cry so sadly, especially the pain was caused by him.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward and hugged He Zecheng tightly in his arms.

"Don't cry." Gojo Gojo's clear voice was squeezed by the pain, he hugged He Zecheng tightly, rubbed his chin against the top of He Zecheng's hair helplessly, and begged him over and over again not to cry.

The scorching sun was so cold, surrounding the two of them, it was like cold rain, chilling people's hearts.

An Geji who had just been rescued and Jiarui Nitzi whispered and gossiped about what was going on with the three DKs, while Ming Ming looked at the three of them with a smile on her face.

Xia Youjie didn't dare to get close to He Zecheng because of that embarrassing daydream and the words that hit his heart directly in the dream.

"Who am I?" The person in the dream smiled, the corners of his eyes were charming red, "I peeled off your hypocritical veil and stored the heart here."

He guided himself to unbutton his shoulders, and in an instant, his clothes were like falling petals, revealing a large area of ​​white snow:

"...I am your heart that fell into the devil's den."

Xia Youjie covered his mouth with his right hand, as if eagerly trying to stop the longing gasp/breath that he almost blurted out.

He resonated with the destructive desire guarded by Makoto Kazawa.

He Zecheng stood aside with a calm expression, deliberately keeping some distance from Gojo Satoru, his slender figure made him look particularly haggard.

He is one year younger than Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, so this year the two DKs are already taller, but he will have to wait a year and a half before he starts to grow taller.

Gojo Satoru's height of 1.9 meters makes his legs look slender. In addition, he is in a bad mood now, with a cold expression on his exquisite face, and his dark blue cat eyes are half covered by sunglasses, making him look very handsome.

Gojo Satoru watched the changes in He Zecheng's expression from time to time through the six eyes faintly exposed behind the sunglasses, but no matter how he looked at it, there was no change. He anxiously crushed the small stones on the ground with his feet.

The small stone pierced Wujo Wu's feet gently through the sole of the shoe, and Wujo Wu felt as if he was being roasted on a fire.

He really wanted to reconcile with He Zecheng, he hadn't been close to He Zecheng for several days, but because he was angry that He Zecheng couldn't let go of Junko, he felt embarrassed, and he didn't want to take the initiative to reconcile first.

Gojo Satoru touched the small lock on the chocker he bought in his pocket, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, still struggling and hesitating, when he heard He Zecheng say:

"Mr. Wujo, when you go back to school later, stop by the school gate, I have something to tell you."

When he said this, the usual softness on his face disappeared, giving people a very bad feeling.

Everyone quieted down, feeling a little bit of something wrong, and Wujo Satoru of the person involved felt even worse. He felt his heart tighten, but he held on to his face, with a stiff face, raised his head coldly, and nodded his chin slightly as a gesture. respond.

At the entrance of the Tokyo Magic College, Jiajin Nizi went to the principal's office first - their homeroom teacher Ye Mo Zhengdao had already been promoted to the principal, and Xia Youjie, who was one step behind, stopped, pointed at the sky, and reminded the two of them:

"It seems to be raining. When you finish talking, come to the principal's office as soon as possible."

Wujo Wutiao remained expressionless, while He Zecheng nodded lightly in thanks. Xia Youjie glanced at the two of them, pursed his lips, turned around and left, and strode to catch up with Nitzi, who was walking particularly gallantly.

The stench of the soil spread in the air, the strong wind blew the weeds on the ground more and more, large clouds began to gather in the sky, and it was so dark that people felt depressed. Extremely bad for the two ears.

He Zecheng looked at Gojo Satoru calmly, making Gojo Satoru's whole body stiff.

He Zecheng had already figured it out, he couldn't face the fact that he had empathized with someone else for a month, and he couldn't completely forget Junko, and it would be unfair to Gojo Satoru to hang Gojo Satoru like this, so he Looking at Gojo Satoru's eyes wearing sunglasses, he said calmly, "Gojo-kun, let's go here."

The moment the words blurted out, He Zecheng seemed to hear a villain crying heart-piercingly from the bottom of his heart, but He Zecheng didn't expect that he had such good acting skills, and his face was still full of Unchanging calm.

He numbly praised himself from the bottom of his heart, and it felt like the villain was crying even harder.

"You, say, what?" Wujo Satoru froze, he turned his neck like a freeze, his face was a kind of shattered fear, he looked distorted and pitiful, his voice was hoarse Repeatedly, "Just, to, here?"

"What do you mean?"

He Zecheng suppressed his body that couldn't help trembling because of the pain, but he was determined to end this relationship that shouldn't have started. Thinking that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, he was so calm that he almost patiently explained to Gojo Satoru road:

"We're done here."

"Gojo-kun, please love others in the future."

"Love someone else and go."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a while, and a crazy look gradually appeared on his face, his blue cat eyes widened, and there was a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to satirize He Zecheng:

"Go to love others, you let me love others."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help nodding with a smile, He Zecheng felt uncomfortable watching, he turned his head away, looked at the ants colony hurriedly moving on the ground, and for a while his heart was tormented as if being crawled by ants.

However, the breakup did not end there. After Gojo Satoru laughed for a while, he suddenly took a step forward, and suddenly came to He Zecheng, face to face with him very close.

He Zecheng couldn't react in time, he grabbed his chin, and was forced to look up at Gojo Satoru. This sight made his heart tighten, and he jumped up in a painful rhythm:

I saw a kind of crazy excitement but mixed with a painful hatred on Gojo Satoru's face. Gojo Satoru looked at him with hatred, and big drops of tears kept dripping from those beautiful eyes. To He Zecheng's face.

He Zecheng felt a strangling suffocation from the pain that dripped on his face.

"He Zecheng, you are so ruthless," Wujo Wujo looked at him with hatred, and pinched his face forcefully, "You are so ruthless!"

He gritted his teeth, the heat in his breath mixed with the coldness in the air before the storm, and they all fell on He Zecheng's face, causing He Zecheng to tremble his eyelashes.

"Let me love others, did you ask me if I agree or not?" Wujo Wu seemed to be choked with a sob, his voice sounded vicious and sad, "I tell you, I will never agree! "

"He Zecheng, I will never let you go." After speaking, he took out a black chocker from He Zecheng's astonished eyes, and quickly tied it on when He Zecheng was in a daze. up.

Five Satoru's index fingers hooked the chocker around his neck and pulled him closer, looking at him with an affectionate look full of hatred:

"Do you think you can refuse me?"

He Zecheng was forced to get close to Gojo Satoru because of the restraint around his neck. Seeing Gojo Satoru's expression that was obviously not right, he shouted in panic:

"Gojo Satoru! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Gojo Gojo kissed him viciously.

Gojo Satoru pressed him extremely forcefully, curling his tongue to force him to cooperate with him, and he no longer had the sticky tenderness of the past.

He Zecheng was almost out of breath from being kissed. When he wanted to resist, he tasted a bitter taste between his lips and teeth.

——Gojo Satoru's tears.

He Zecheng paused, and didn't resist him any more, but obediently endured Gojo Satoru's venting.

He Zecheng thought, maybe it would be good to let him vent, but he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to gasp after kissing him, his eyes lingered on his red and swollen lips for a moment, and he hugged He Zecheng by the waist up.

He Zecheng finally realized that something was going to go wrong this time, but Gojo Satoru hugged him and teleported to his bedroom in the next second.

He Zecheng was thrown onto the bed, and he backed away in panic, like a deer with nowhere to escape.

His appearance made Gojo Satoru feel a burst of excitement and joy in his heart, and at the same time, He Zecheng's pain and anger for wanting to leave him also burned more intensely.

He would never allow He Zecheng to show this appearance in front of others.

Gojo Satoru looked indifferently at the bewildered He Zecheng. He held the hem of the shirt with his slender fingers, slowly lifted it up and took off his shirt, revealing his lean and strong upper body.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the window, and the blue-white flashes from the lightning illuminated the room from time to time. Gojo Satoru leaned over, his bulging muscles glowing seductively under the flashing lightning from time to time.

He Zecheng's heart was pounding, he turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes in an evasive manner not to look at Gojo Satoru, but in exchange for Gojo Satoru's crazier and more painful low laughter:

"Feel me well, Cheng."

Gojo Satoru lightly kissed his hair:

"Remember me, remember who I am."

The rain is getting stronger, and the sound of rain is full of mighty sound in the sky and the earth.

In the middle of the night, He Zecheng, who finally fainted from exhaustion, woke up.

He looked haggardly at Gojo Gojo, who was frowning even in his sleep, sighed silently, pushed Gojo Gojo's hand holding his waist and got off the bed.

He Zecheng sat by the window and looked at the continuous rain, staring blankly at the white water vapor rising from the rain.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and He Zecheng, who was sitting on the soft chair, was picked up.

Gojo Satoru sat on the chair and held He Zecheng in his arms. He was not wearing a shirt, and the higher body temperature than He Zecheng warmed He Zecheng's body.

But He Zecheng looked out of the window blankly as if he had lost his feeling.

Gojo Satoru bowed his head, stretched out his index finger to fiddle with the small lock on the chocker, and then kissed Kazawa Makoto's ear:

"Sincere?"

He Zecheng was silent and did not respond.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath between his neck, so excited. After the incident, He Zecheng, who was more sensitive, couldn't help trembling, and then He Zecheng heard Gojo Satoru, as if mustering courage, in his neck In a low voice, he asked:

"You, did you see Junko just now?"

Gojo Satoru lightly sucked the skin on the back of his neck, and said hoarsely, "After all, she can't treat you like this to me, can she?"

The shame in He Zecheng's heart exploded and exploded in an instant, not only because of the entanglement that made people happy and frightened just now, but also because he seemed to betray Junko's guilt for joy.

He Zecheng bit his lip, unable to speak in embarrassment.

However, Wujo Satoru, who rarely mustered up a little courage and let go of his pride and self-esteem, regarded this as a kind of denial and rejection.

Gojo Satoru sat in front of the window with He Zecheng in his arms, silently watching the endless rain in the dark night, he felt as if his heart had also fallen into boundless despair...

On a rainy night, a night of heavy rain, Ron Suo sat on the porch, feeling the icy water vapor soaking his clothes and skin, but his heart was full of burning anger.

This anger includes He Zecheng's anger for betraying himself, and also anger towards Gojo Satoru.

If it wasn't for Kong Shiyu's hesitation in the report that made him discover the clue, I'm afraid he is still kept in the dark.

Lin Suo felt that when they first separated, his withdrawal reaction was like a joke.

But he remembered that He Zecheng had noticed his existence almost instantly, and his anger subsided a little.

Wait until later to clean him up.Lin Suo gritted his teeth in his heart.

The most urgent task now is to seal Wujo Wu. He has already ordered Kong Shiyu to let 99 Youji go to shake Wujo Wu's best friend Xia Youjie when he returns home.

Yan Suo subconsciously excluded He Zecheng without thinking about it, but he didn't expect that this would have an extremely terrible consequence.

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The author has something to say:

Ron Suo is too cowardly (despise

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of yao yao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!