After being scummed by four men

"Mr. Xia You, please don't come again."

"Cheng, see you tomorrow."

This kind of dialogue finally disappeared after about half a year of repetition.

Because He Zecheng couldn't do anything with this thick skin, Xia Youjie even managed to "enter the house" and almost lived here.

"Zi la——" With a soft sound, Mimiko gently tore off the wrongly glued handmade paper, and then saw Nanako looking at the paper that was still drawing silk with a strange look.

Mimiko glanced at the transparent silk threads that were still extending towards each other on the handmade paper, and explained:

"It was glued wrong."

Nanako nodded and shook her head: "I'm not talking about you."

Nanako pointed to Xia Youjie and He Zecheng who were tidying up the kitchen after eating:

"Do they look alike to you?"

Mimiko: "?" Like what?

Mimiko looked towards the kitchen, just in time to see Xia Youjie and He Zecheng's hands accidentally touching each other.

Snapped...

Both hands seemed to be stuck with glue, and the sticky sticking sound could almost be heard.

Then Xia Youjie moved his hand away politely, and He Zecheng lowered his eyebrows, and moved his hand away slightly, and both hands stretched out sticky transparent silk threads towards each other as if to hold back.

Mimiko who watched everything: "..."

"My lord, it's really awkward." Nanako curled her lips and shook her head.

Xia Youjie was going on a mission, and by the way sent the two little ones to school.

Xia Youjie stood at the entrance, looking expectantly at He Zecheng who was about to go upstairs to change.

"I'm going out." Xia Youjie said, and then looked at He Zecheng fixedly, as if waiting for something.

He Zecheng's heart beat faster, he tried his best to restrain the heat on his face, looked down at the floor, and gave a soft "hmm".

Really!It's been more than a year!He is still like this!He Zecheng thought in embarrassment.

Xia Youjie was not impolite, on the contrary, he was surprisingly polite and well-behaved, but this kind of politeness sometimes became weird.

For example, Xia Youjie was unspeakably stubborn about saying hello before going out. After each greeting, those cold eyes would always look at him fixedly, as if expecting something.

Day after day, he never gave up, and the strange feeling that seemed to enter his heart made him feel shy every time.

Xia Youjie looked at He Zecheng's fleeing back, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He didn't dare to say too much, such a polite and restrained temptation was already the limit.

He was afraid that talking too much would scare Cheng away, and he was afraid that there would be no chance to meet again in the future.

Xia Youjie turned around and silently led the two cubs away.

He Zecheng is working.

A blond boy, wearing a black patterned crown, a black robe and a white hakama, slightly lowered his head, sitting on his knees.

On both sides of the empty temple are tall golden screens with patterns of ghosts and gods painted on them.

He Zecheng is here, and with the help of the congregation, he takes on some tasks of exorcising ghosts and demons, that is, removing curse spirits for the guests.

This kind of work is trivial and not easy, and the money he earns can only barely cover the normal operation of Panxingjiao and the daily expenses of him and his two children.

Fortunately, Xia Youjie often strongly subsidizes his family, and often buys a bunch of things back without allowing him to refuse.

Because I was too anxious, sometimes the things I bought might not be useful, which made a lot of clutter in the house.He Zecheng was reluctant to throw it away, and then the utility room piled up more and more, and it seemed that he couldn't put it down...

Thinking of this, He Zecheng couldn't help lowering his head and showing a little smile.

He was originally handsome, but this smile with his head lowered was like the golden red sunset slowly emerging from the sky, coupled with the long and soft neck that was hidden under the old-fashioned black clothes when he lowered his head, it was alluring. Xue Nian asked the young guest on the opposite side to look straight at him.

The young guest on the opposite side is Hatta Hirobumi, who was once received by He Zecheng.

It is interesting to say that the "cursed eye" that is feared and shunned by ordinary people is worshiped like a miracle in the eyes of the followers of the Panxing Sect.

The followers of the Panxing Sect insist that this is a power from the gods, and they admire He Zecheng who has such eyes in every possible way.

Under the promotion of this kind of admiration, the guests who were afraid to entrust the Panxing Cult because they were afraid of He Zecheng's eyes, instead developed a kind of fanaticism towards He Zecheng.

So that the eyes that originally made them feel terrible became a kind of god-like attraction.

Hatta Hirobumi is one of them.

After fading away from the fear of the leader of the Panxing Sect, the young man's grandeur was exposed in front of his eyes.

The leader, the mysterious power, the beautiful boy, double pupils... and other factors combined together gave him an urge to play with the other party.

But the unpredictable power of the young man made him hesitate to act rashly.

Just when he was thinking wildly, and he was full of all kinds of intimacy with the young leader who was in charge, he saw that the young man he thought about suddenly stood up with a kind of restrained joy.

He said apologetically to himself, "Sorry Hatta-kun, let's stop here today", then handed himself over to a group of congregants who were standing aside respectfully, and hurriedly got up and walked towards a man wearing a fox mask not far away. The man goes.

Hatta Hirobumi ignored the posture of the congregation to see off the guests, and stood stubbornly where he was. The boiling jealousy in his heart prompted him to see his rival in love.

He saw the blond young leader walking eagerly towards the man at first, and when he was about to approach, he slowed down shyly and pretending to be reserved.

The young man raised his head, bit his lips lightly, and tried to talk to the man in a calm manner, but his light golden pupils shone with subtle light, and he looked very happy.

Hatta Hirobumi felt the black fire burning his heart, he almost couldn't restrain himself angrily and stepped forward to separate the two, but was politely and forcefully asked to leave by the congregation.

When He Zecheng was receiving a regular customer named Hatta Hirobumi, he suddenly found someone watching him not far away.

Wearing a dark blue college uniform and a fox mask, unstoppable by the congregation—it was Xia Youjie who returned early after finishing his mission.

He Zecheng suddenly felt joy like a flower blooming in his heart. He tried to suppress this joy, but the more he escaped, the more he rejoiced uncontrollably for his arrival.

Obviously this is not the first time...

In the past, Xia Youjie would come to pick him up after finishing his tasks early.Xia Youjie would stand quietly and watch him work from a distance, and would not bother him until he was discovered.

He Zecheng tried hard to calm down and continue working, but couldn't help but look at Xia Youjie again and again.

It is the end of April 2009, just after the late spring, the weather is not so cold, and the large wisteria flowers planted along the corridor by the congregation have already bloomed.

Xia Youjie was wearing a fox mask, standing in the purple flower curtain with a long body, just waiting for him tenderly not far or near, waiting for him to look up at a certain moment, just in time to find his gentle waiting.

He Zecheng's heart was pounding, he stood up, eagerly handed over the guests to the congregants standing beside him, and couldn't help but walked towards him quickly.

As soon as He Zecheng approached him, a faint bitter smell of tobacco came to his face.He blushed a little and raised his sleeve robe to cover his nose. Seeing this, Xia Youjie took off his mask and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, did you get smoked?"

"No, no," He Zecheng hurriedly put down his sleeves. Under Xia Youjie's concerned gaze, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "How does it feel to smoke?"

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to He Zecheng with a smile, "Do you want to try?"

Xia Youjie took him to the store, intending to pick out a pack of cigarettes with low tobacco strength for him who had never smoked before, but was told by the boss that there were only women's cigarettes.

The two finally bought a pack of Ms. cigarettes and went back.

They sat on the porch, Xia Youjie watched the blond boy sitting cautiously beside him, his face was reddish, his black sleeves slipped slightly, revealing his long and slender fingers, he fiddled with the blue and white cigarette pack uneasily, looking Xia Youjie felt soft in his heart.

"Why don't you open it?" Xia Youjie lowered his head slightly and asked him softly.

"Ah? Oh!" He Zecheng woke up suddenly from his shyness, hurriedly tore open the cigarette pack, and took out a long and thin white cigarette.

He twisted the long and thin cigarette with his fingertips, and looked at Xia Youjie in bewilderment.

"Come on, I'll show you how to hold it." Xia Youjie chuckled, then leaned over to him, the bitter smell of tobacco was also approaching, followed by the feeling that the back of the hand was covered by a somewhat rough palm, and then that The scorching heat on the generous palm continuously spread to He Zecheng's hand.

He Zecheng's breathing eased, but his heartbeat began to speed up slowly.

Xia Youjie moved his fingers slightly, dexterously hooking his index and middle fingers, teaching him how to hold a cigarette.

After clamping the cigarette, he looked down at the boy in his arms, his eyes paused on his soft red lips, and then let go of the boy.

He also lit a cigarette for himself, then leaned towards He Zecheng with the cigarette in his mouth.

"Xia You, Xia Youjun?" Seeing Xia Youjie suddenly lowered his head and approached him, the narrow and narrow eyes always had a faint orange halo around them, and the slender eyebrows stretched to the temples, like It was the wetness of the water droplets rolling down slowly, his brows were slightly retracted, coupled with the fact that his head was always slightly hanging down as if silently waiting, there was a kind of lingering affection, which made He Zecheng blush completely.

Xia Youjie pursed his lips, but with a cigarette in his mouth, he lightly touched the slender lady's cigarette in his hand, lit it for him, and left again.

He Zecheng breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time couldn't help feeling secretly disappointed.

"Okay, just take a small sip." Xia Youjie smiled and held the cigarette between his hands, looking at him with his head on his hand.

He Zecheng heard the words, looked down at the cigarette in his hand, and took a puff.

But because he was flustered just now, he didn't listen to Xia Youjie's instructions carefully, and this puff was a bit fierce, which made him cough immediately.

"Sincerity!" Xia Youjie hurriedly patted him on the back, and at the same time took the cigarette that he almost dropped on the grass because of coughing.

"Xia Youjun, I'm fine." After a while, He Zecheng raised his head embarrassedly and said to Xia Youjie, "Let's forget about smoking today."

Xia Youjie straightened up, and slowly took a puff of the lady's cigarette in his hand.The upper lip of his thin lips is slightly upturned, which is a very suitable arc for kissing. His long and narrow eyes are slightly lowered to look at the grass, and then from top to bottom, he gently lifts his eyelids and looks at He Zecheng, which has a sense of seduction.

"Do you want me to help you, Cheng?" Xia Youjie chuckled, and the smoke curled up with his open and closed lips, adding a bit of seductive darkness to his elegant face.

He Zecheng stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react for a while.

Then he felt that his chin was gently lifted by the slightly callused palm, his lips were covered with a wet, cool and soft touch, and his tongue lightly licked the seam of his lips, He Zecheng felt Slowly opened her lips as if bewitched.

The lips and tongue that smelled of tobacco gently lingered on him, and the rich and mellow aroma made He Zecheng dizzy, completely limp, and could only lean on the man's chest and let him do whatever he wanted.

As time went on, the situation began to get out of control, and the lips and tongue were no longer as gentle as before, but instead brought a dark and moist desire and aggression.He Zecheng didn't know when, the rigid neckline of the black robe was pulled wide open, and the white slave hakama was nowhere to be found.He sat in Xia Youjie's arms, with his legs crossed, trapped in his arms like a beautiful canary.

"No way, Mr. Xia You, no way..." He Zecheng protested in a hoarse voice, weakly grasping his downward hand.

Xia Youjie, who had been dazzled, paused, bowed his head, apologized to him in a low voice, arranged his clothes, and then left in a hurry as if he was lost or in embarrassment.

He Zecheng grabbed the closed skirt, feeling a sense of loss and regret, he couldn't help but beat his chest hard in embarrassment, bowed his head and hurried back to the house.

Xia Youjie didn't come back tonight, so no one would sneak in and hold him in his arms tonight.

He Zecheng lay sideways on the bed, watching the bright beams of moonlight cast in through the gaps in the curtains, a kind of wronged loneliness slowly entered into his heart along with the beams of light, which made him curl up involuntarily, trying to drive away the light. Kind of cold and sad.

At this time, there was a sudden light noise from the window, He Zecheng was taken aback for a moment, and then watched helplessly as a black figure with a ball head rolled in.

He Zecheng hurriedly closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and soon he felt himself being hugged into a warm embrace.

It's just that tonight is different from the past. Tonight's He Zecheng suddenly found that he couldn't keep calm about it.As soon as his back touched the firm chest and lower abdomen, he couldn't help but start to tremble.And the faint smell of tobacco lingering around him along with the hug, the bitter aroma seems to invade him fiercely along every inch of his skin.

He Zecheng panicked. He wanted to control his body, but he was so weak from the hot and humid breath sprayed on the back of his neck that he couldn't control his body at all.

Just when he was getting more and more flustered and was about to cry, he suddenly felt himself being turned over gently, so frightened that he immediately opened his eyes, and then saw Xia Youjie standing up slightly, looking down staring at myself.

He Zecheng didn't know what to say for a moment, he just bit his lip and looked at him.

Xia Youjie looked at He Zecheng's unsurprised expression, and understood in his heart: "You...have always known?"

He Zecheng didn't know why, it was obvious that he was not the one who did such a sneaky thing, but he couldn't help but feel guilty, and his eyes also averted.

Xia Youjie lowered his head and chuckled lightly: "Cheng, you are really wicked, you clearly know..."

He Zecheng stared at him blankly.

Xia Youjie raised his eyes lightly, and smiled at him, "You know I like you, but you can still pretend to be stupid."

He Zecheng was dumbfounded.

like me?

His mood couldn't help clamoring with joy, which made him a little ashamed.

Then he felt his hair being smoothed gently, Xia Youjie lowered his head, and put his face close to his:

"But even if you play tricks on me, I'm not mad at you, not at all."

Xia Youjie and him looked at each other very closely, his breath gently blowing on He Zecheng's face, his eyes were as quiet and soft as the night sky.

Then He Zecheng heard his gentle and magnetic voice, and said to himself earnestly and earnestly:

"However, for the sake of my hard work, can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

He Zecheng felt a bunch of fireworks explode in his heart.