After being scummed by four men

That day Cheng still didn't admit that he was his boyfriend, no matter how viciously he tortured him, Cheng was unexpectedly stubborn.But Xia Youjie was not in a hurry, anyway, she was already in his arms, and the rest was just a matter of time.

Xia Youjie has been clinging to He Zecheng recently, even if He Zecheng starts working, he will follow.

In the quiet room, the congregation showed the blonde leader a canary sent by a guest, and stared at the man wearing a fox mask while showing it.

He Zecheng blushed a little, but he couldn't do anything about Xia Youjie, so he could only pretend that he didn't see the dissatisfaction of the congregation.He looked down at the little bird with golden feathers and red beak in the black wire cage, and uncomfortably scratched the cage wall with his fingertips exposed outside the black robe. He raised his head somewhat hesitantly, and asked the congregation:

"Can this bird be released?"

The congregation shook their heads and explained: "This bird has been fed by the owner and cannot live without the owner. If it is released from the cage, it will die soon."

He Zecheng seemed to sigh with emotion: "Then send it to my yard."

As soon as he left the quiet room and out of the sight of the congregation, Xia Youjie immediately stretched out his arms and gently embraced the somewhat disconsolate He Zecheng.

"Are you unhappy?" Xia Youjie asked softly.

He Zecheng raised his head and smiled at him: "It's okay, it's just that I have some random thoughts, which hurt the spring and the autumn."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Zecheng felt that the band around his ankle was loose. When he lowered his head, he found that the hakama sleeve on his right foot had come loose, and he couldn't help squatting down to tie it again.

Xia Youjie squatted down before him.

He Zecheng unconsciously twisted the fabric of the cuffs with his fingertips. Seeing Xia Youjie lower his head and nimbly re-tie the rope with his fingers, he lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably .

After Xia Youjie tied up his hakama sleeves, he didn't get up immediately. He knelt down on one knee, just raised his head, looked up, slowly raised his eyelids, and looked at He Zecheng with a smile.

He Zecheng felt very strange.Xia Youjie has always been a gentle and refined person, and he always looks at himself with gentle and bright eyes.

I don't know if it's because of the lighting problem or something, but half of Xia Youjie's face is in the sun, and his eyes are bright and gentle. He Zecheng couldn't help feeling sweet when he saw it; but the other half of his face fell into the shadows , The long and narrow eyes suddenly gave birth to a kind of dormant wildness, like a wolf that has been lurking for a long time, waiting to hunt him, or like a falcon, staring at him so tightly that he has nowhere to escape.

He Zecheng felt that his blood began to flow faster, as if he was excited by the imaginary fear, and his heart was beating wildly, but he couldn't help being more excited for Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie looked up at the blond boy with a smile on his face. He looked at the boy in the old-fashioned divine clothes with a worshiping attitude, but all the thoughts that surged in his mind were blasphemy.

Xia Youjie watched intently and fascinatedly the boy's innocence gradually being polluted and shredded by him. He didn't let him go until the boy's eyes became shy and wet, and walked into the hall hand in hand with him.

Hatta Bowen's guest reappeared after disappearing for a while, and what disgusted Xia Youjie even more was that he, the guy who almost forced Cheng, gave Cheng a rose.

With a cold face, Xia Youjie suddenly stood up from the seat beside him.He said to Hatta Bowen with a flat expression: "Mr. Hatta, let's talk."

Then went out first.

"Who is he with and who is he being pursued by? Mr. Xia You doesn't seem to have the right to control?" Hatta Bowen said coldly.

He also couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, sour and jealous.Just now seeing Xia Youjie and the young leader sitting not so close, he guessed that they hadn't formally settled their relationship yet, feeling aggrieved, he blurted out a mocking word in an instant.

Xia Youjie's face turned dark, he stared at Hatta Hirofumi without saying a word, seeing Hatta Hirofumi startled and terrified, dripping with cold sweat.

Fortunately, Xia Youjie didn't do anything in the end, but hurried back to the hall with a dark face.

After finishing the work in the morning, it was already noon. The sunshine in May is not so scorching and glaring, and it lights up the room through the windows, which is just a good bright light.

As soon as He Zecheng entered the door, he saw the black wire cage on the mahogany table, and walked over first, poking the gap between the bars with his fingertips, teasing the little bird with a gentle expression.

And Xia Youjie, who was behind him, also slowly walked over, hugged his waist, his tall body surrounded him completely, and buried his face in the crook of his neck, making it invisible to others his expression.

He Zecheng felt the hot and humid breath in his neck, the heat from his back, and the faint smell of tobacco on his body, and couldn't help but shy away.

"Cheng, how long do you have to test me?" Xia Youjie whispered in his ear, "I can't wait."

Xia Youjie hasn't mentioned this matter these days, and He Zecheng shyly refused to mention it. He thought it would take some time for Xia Youjie to bring it up again, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"You, why are you so impatient." He Zecheng scolded him in a low voice, and the golden bird in the cage looked at them curiously, making He Zecheng's face turn red.

"I want to stand by your side in an open and honest manner," Xia Youjie raised his head, kissed the top of his hair lightly, and then slowly pressed He Zecheng on the mahogany table, "I want to tell everyone that you are my of."

He Zecheng felt that as soon as the belt around his waist was loosened, the white slave hakama slipped down his legs and fell to the ground. He tried to stand up with the mahogany table in panic, but was pushed back again.

Xia Youjie pinched his waist and lifted him up, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Cheng, feel my suffering, suffer with me."

He Zecheng opened his eyes wide, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly.

He Zecheng's blond hair was sticking tightly to the side of his face with sweat, and his slender, white right leg was flexibly lifted and pressed against the side of his face, gently brushing his face as he swayed.His eyes were out of focus, his mouth was slightly open, and he looked at the canary in the cage beside him.

Xia Youjie felt a dullness in his heart that he couldn't tell. He felt like a woman who was worried about gains and losses, obsessively seeking a status.This kind of humbleness makes him feel dissatisfied, but when he thinks that this kind of humbleness is caused by sincerity, he enjoys it like masochistic.

The white slave hakama was piled up at He Zecheng's feet like a snow cloud, and the old-fashioned black robe was half hung on his body, revealing a large area of ​​snowy skin on his shoulders.He Zecheng held the hand on the ankle of his right leg, and suddenly his fingertips sank deep into the skin, pressing out several cute dimples.

He Zecheng felt that Xia Youjie was firmly controlling all his senses.Xia Youjun, who is obviously so gentle, made such a vicious act of torturing every nerve of him, which made He Zecheng both uncomfortable and heartbroken.

But he also has a vicious triumph, knowing that Mr. Xia You has a crush on him, and enjoys his love with peace of mind, but he doesn't give a clear response.

He felt himself spoiled.Under Xia Youjie's ubiquitous gentle pampering, it turned into a canary that proudly raised its neck, stretched out its hands to eat, and opened its mouth, waiting for its master Xia Youjie to feed him with love.Day and night, she sang softly under him, but she couldn't escape his prison of love.

no way.He Zecheng's left leg, which barely touched the ground with his toes, twitched, and his beautiful calf also tensed and relaxed in bursts.

No way, I can no longer live without him.

As long as you leave him, you will inevitably fall into a desperate situation without love and food, just waiting to snuggle up in the arms of the owner and be a pampered and beautiful bird.

He Zecheng still didn't let go of admitting that he was his boyfriend.

Different from the relaxed mood a few days ago, Xia Youjie gritted his teeth and looked down at the sleepy boy in his arms.Seeing how squeamish he was raised by herself, she couldn't bear to blame him, nor could she bear to force him.

Only one person, silently, sulking.

Xia Youjie had become more and more silent these days, which made He Zecheng a little uneasy, and kept peeking at him frequently.

But soon he couldn't care less about it.

Xia Youjie received a package. The pink stickers on the package and the cute and round handwriting were obviously sent by a woman.

He Zecheng tried his best to straighten his face and maintain a nonchalant expression, but his body swished closer to Xia Youjie's side.

Xia Youjie was so focused on unpacking the package that he didn't even look at him. He Zecheng was so angry that he secretly glared at him, but he didn't notice the corners of Xia Youjie's mouth that slowly curled up.

At this time, the package was opened, revealing a neatly folded maid outfit, rabbit ears, suspenders and the like.

Xia Youjie's eyes flickered, but He Zecheng's face turned red all of a sudden.

"This, is this from sister Murase?" He Zecheng asked with difficulty, his voice trembling.

Isn't this what he wore for the photo four years ago? !

Xia Youjie's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer the question:

"Although you have grown taller, your figure is not much different. I didn't ask Ms. Murase to change it."

That said, skirts may be shortened.

He Zecheng looked at Xia Youjie's eyes full of hints, and punched him hard in shame and anger: "Don't even think about it!"

Then he thumped and ran upstairs.

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows behind him, not in a hurry.

Then the next day, after Xia Youjie went on a mission as usual, he didn't come back until dark.

No message was sent, and no phone calls were made.

It was as if he was tired of his wayward pampering, and on a certain day, no different from the previous days, he left home and indifferently abandoned this somewhat boring bird.

He Zecheng panicked.

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