After being scummed by four men

"The wolf under the moon, inexplicably chasing the bright moon.

Why, exactly why, to be freed from that darkness? "

"When I think that Mr. Xia You is a guy who is full of lies, I am not surprised that you can do such a thing." He Zecheng said coldly, because he guessed that the children may have been coerced by Xia Youjie , it is difficult for him to calm down.

The gift that I thought could save others from their nightmares was actually a helper for tigers.

Xia Youjie, who was behind him, walked over in silence.

He Zecheng lowered his eyes and paused when he saw the tall figure approaching him from behind, but rushed over unexpectedly unexpectedly.

Something was wrong in He Zecheng's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but Xia Youjie grabbed him from behind.

The fiery body temperature spread to He Zecheng's back through the cassock on Xia Youjie's body and the vermilion leader's robe on He Zecheng's body.

He Zecheng let out a gasp, and his originally indifferent face became flustered.

He struggled vigorously, trying to break free from Xia Youjie's embrace, but he couldn't shake the arm that was firmly imprisoning him.

"Are you going to abandon me? Cheng." Xia Youjie kissed his hair and whispered to him, "You always can't understand my thoughts, I can't take it anymore."

As Xia Youjie said, he slowly lowered his head, hesitantly looking down.

"Haha——" He Zecheng closed his eyes, lowered his head, and bent his slender and soft neck, revealing Xia Youjie, whose lips were chasing kisses at the back of his neck.

Under the moonlight, the black-haired wild wolf bit the fawn's soft throat, pinned him to the ground, and forced him to submit.

"Xia Youjie..." He Zecheng went limp all over, nestling in Xia Youjie's arms, hot blood bubbling in his veins, fear and excitement entangled his senses oppositely but similarly, tormenting him so much He couldn't stop begging for mercy, "Let go of me, let me go..."

"No, Cheng," following Xia Youjie's soft words, He Zecheng felt his sunken spine being gently bitten, "let go of you, I can't do this anyway .”

"Xia Youjie! Find out, what are we doing now!" He Zecheng tried to stop him with a trembling voice.

Just now He Zecheng called out Xia Youjie who wanted to force Xia You and his wife to become magicians, and was about to question Xia Youjie, but Xia Youjie seemed to have no intention of answering at all.

"I know," Xia Youjie replied with his lips pressed against his skin, his voice was ambiguous, and he laughed sullenly after he finished speaking, "Isn't Cheng right now where I grew up and loved by me?"

He Zecheng felt his face become hot all of a sudden.

Under the bright moonlight, the two stood on the well-manicured lawn, surrounded by dense and tall rose bushes, the rose-red petals contained night dew, and the flower branches hung down peacefully and gracefully.

Just like Xia Youjie himself.

"Let go!" He Zecheng shouted with dilated pupils, feeling the fabric slipping down his legs, he said in short breath, "Xia Youjie! Let's talk, let's talk!"

"Engrave you into my memory, into my life, let me remember you forever." Xia Youjie chuckled, turning a deaf ear to He Zecheng's resistance, picked him up, and walked slowly into the flowers go.

A handsome monk with long hair and a shawl hugs a young man with blond hair in a vermilion priest's robe, wandering among the rose bushes under the moonlight.The soft and charming petals brushed against the monk's dark blue robe, and kissed the smooth calf of the blond youth with nostalgia, enveloping the two of them like a lingering net.

"Cheng, do you know? When I was a child, when I was upset, my favorite thing was to hide in these flowers." Xia Youjie looked around the flowers, and said softly to the blond young man in his arms.

As he spoke, he stretched out his long arms, and gently placed He Zecheng among the flowers.

The soft flower stems and flowers spread under He Zecheng's body, followed by a tangy fragrance. He Zecheng breathed this sweet and melancholy smell mixed with the moonlight, which made him look at Xia Youjie completely. The face hidden in the darkness was somewhat unresponsive.

"Does it smell good?" He Zecheng watched his thin lips open and close, and asked softly.

He Zecheng bit his lips and turned his head away, did not speak, but tightened the hem of the vermilion robe, trying to drive away the uneasiness caused by the emptiness of the lower body.

Xia Youjie was not angry either, but patiently covered the back of He Zecheng's trembling hand with his calloused palm, pushed it away gently but forcefully, and made He Zecheng turn his head to look at him in panic, There was a choked sob.

"When I was a child, whenever I couldn't bear the ugliness of others, I would come here," Xia Youjie recalled quietly, grabbed his ankle and put it on his shoulder without hesitation, then lowered his eyes She turned her head and kissed lightly, "The fragrance here is different from the stench of human nature, and it often comforts me a little."

He Zecheng struggled again, but his ankle was pinched and stinging. He looked at Xia Youjie in fear, and Xia Youjie also raised his eyes to look at him gently.

"Now I'm not a child, and those simple scents of flowers can no longer comfort my heart," Xia Youjie gently stroked the fingers on his ankle, watching his eyes like a black stream flowing quietly under the moonlit night, "I can't take it anymore, I need more comfort."

"That's not the reason for you to hurt others!" He Zecheng tried to support his upper body, panting and angrily scolded Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie wasn't angry either, but chuckled lightly and said, "Do you want to comfort me? Honestly."

"What?" He Zecheng looked at Xia Youjie in confusion, but saw him slowly take off his monk robe, the silver moonlight shone on his bulging muscles, ferocious yet gentle and graceful.

Xia Youjie untied his hair tie, and his long hair fell down on his shoulders, back and collarbone like crow feathers.Xia Youjie leaned over, put his arms on the head of the blond young man lying on the rose, watching him finally reacted to panic, curled up his thin lips, and slowly invaded his dull prey.

The sharp thorns on the rose stem below him poked He Zecheng's skin lightly, and the dense and small tingling pain stimulated his nerves, but he had no time to take care of it, just stepped on the broad shoulders, bursting into unstoppable pain. twitching.

"Do you know Cheng?" Xia Youjie stared at him closely, the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down his beautiful jawline, and he said intermittently, "What I like the most is that you can't understand anything, you are so high, Away from the world."

Can never understand the darkness, never stained with dust.

"That's why I adore you and worship you." Xia Youjie looked at the dazed He Zecheng, brushed away his sweat-drenched blond hair, lowered his head and kissed his sweaty forehead lightly.

"But I also resent you for it!" Xia Youjie said, his voice became painful and cold, and his movements became fierce, "I don't understand, how can you take it for granted and endure that kind of pain!"

He Zecheng choked up silently, and the hand holding Xia Youjie's arm slid down tremblingly.

"Xiao Lizi's death! Hui Yuan's death! Do you remember?" Cold tears flowed down Xia Youjie's cheeks, "Do you remember the deaths of those companions after that?"

He Zecheng sobbed, and his heart felt as painful as if he had been doused with a handful of flames.

"They are our companions!" Xia Youjie tortured He Zecheng severely, and growled in pain, "Companions who get along day and night, companions who fight side by side!"

He Zecheng tremblingly raised his hand to cover his eyes, but tears kept streaming down the back of his hand.

"Do you still remember the voices and smiles of Xiaolizi and Huiyuan?" Xia Youjie's voice became hoarse, "You still remember, right?"

He Zecheng remained silent, just covering his eyes with the back of his hand, tears streaming down his face silently.

"Then how could you be so cruel and let them die!" Xia Youjie grabbed his hand and looked resentfully at the blond young man with his eyes closed and his face full of pain, "You are clearly, capable of stopping all this! But they said that this is an inevitable part of the road to revolution!"

He Zecheng turned his head away in tears, avoiding Xia Youjie's stinging skin gaze, and never said a word to Xia Youjie's questioning.

"Cheng, look at me," Xia Youjie stroked He Zecheng's face with his palm, forcing him to turn his head to face him, rubbing his thumb against the flushed skin around his eyes, "Look at me, Cheng!"

He Zecheng opened his double light golden pupils and looked at Xia Youjie. His eyes were filled with broken sadness, but Xia Youjie's eyes gradually turned cold when he looked at him.

"Listen well, Cheng, I know you don't agree with my ideas," Xia Youjie said lightly, "I have long since stopped forcing you to understand my righteousness."

"You just need to know, whether it's your current companion or the future you talked about with Wu," Xia Youjie raised his head slightly, looking down at him from top to bottom, and said coldly, "I know both of them. Hold them in your hand."

"No! What do you want to do!" He Zecheng wailed, put his hands on Xia Youjie's chest in a panic, but froze in the next second, opened his lips silently, and stuck out the tip of his tongue as if wanting to Send that excess of joy away.

Xia Youjie lowered his head and kissed He Zecheng expressionlessly, and ruthlessly forced him to accept everything about him.

The rose bushes are swinging their branches coquettishly under the moonlight, and the full moon hangs high, and tonight is just the beginning.

The crisp and sweet bird sounds rang in He Zecheng's ears, from far to near, awakening the sleeping He Zecheng.

He Zecheng opened his eyes in a daze, followed by unspeakable soreness all over his body, which made him unable to even move his fingers.

The vision changed from blurred to gradually clear, but He Zecheng's eyes suddenly widened.

Everything I saw was black and white seal talisman paper, densely pasted all over the room. There are so many of them, it can be seen that the master has prepared for quite a long time and expended a lot of energy.

"No!" He Zecheng looked at everything in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his lips trembled and he let out a desperate cry.

He Zecheng is now lying on a small couch, not far away is a spacious office desk and chair.

——This is Xia Youjie's office in Pan Xing Sect.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Xia Youjie in cassock came in.

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The author has something to say:

My roommate, who just got sick, dragged me around the street for 5 hours (sluggish

Her energy made me feel like I wasn't a woman.

感谢在2021-12-2719:4:29~2021-12-2820:58:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles for [-] yen;

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