After being scummed by four men

Xia Youjie came in, stood at the door, looked at the panicked and desperate expression of the blond young man on the couch, and turned his head away.

He took a step back, leaned against the door frame, took a breath of the cigarette in his hand, raised his head, and the smoke he exhaled curled up.

Xia Youjie quietly looked up at the ceiling without speaking.

He Zecheng was lying on the small couch, watching Xia Youjie's sharp and tired face under the rising smoke, but also remained silent, without questioning or shouting.

With the distance of less than a few meters between them, the two fell into a bitter and icy silence at the same time.

Xia Youjie didn't say anything in the end, and walked out silently.

This situation has been going on for half a year.

During this period, Xia Youjie never walked over to He Zecheng or said a word to him, and He Zecheng was also silent all the time, without any behavior of begging for mercy.

The two seemed to be competing, and neither of them wanted to bow their heads first.

On April 2014, 4, the eve of Lixia, the wisteria flowers on the corridor of Panxingjiao had already bloomed, and He Zecheng could see the hazy purple through the cracks of the talisman paper pasted on the window.

He Zecheng stared at the purple light spot, looked at it dimly for a while, then turned over, and stopped looking.

He grabbed the quilt covering his body tightly, but felt even more empty and tormented.

Since he was locked up here by Xia Youjie, Xia Youjie has never worked here again, and the warm, bitter and touching tobacco smell in the room is getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, He Zecheng couldn't help but quietly buried his head in the pillow, sniffing secretly and deeply, hoping to find a little bit of that person's scent.

But there was nothing. In the past six months, all the smells belonging to that person had gradually disappeared.

He Zecheng trembled slightly, and buried his face deeply in the pillow, only the traces of water gradually fainted on the white pillow.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

squeak...

He Zecheng didn't move for a while. With his back to the door, he quietly lay down on the couch, pretending to be asleep.

He didn't want this ruthless man to see his ugliness.

He Zecheng slowed down his breathing as much as possible, he felt his heart beating extremely tiredly, and there was a kind of slowly elongated despair, which made him wait for Xia Youjie's heartless departure like every day in the past.

Today, however, is different.

Just when He Zecheng was so tired of waiting and was about to fall asleep, there was the sound of light footsteps coming from behind him.

At this time, He Zecheng hadn't reacted until he felt his feet exposed outside the quilt being gently held up.

The rough calluses rubbed against the skin, and He Zecheng reacted immediately.

Xia Youjie came over.

He Zecheng closed his eyes nervously, not knowing how to react for a while.

We are strangers, and we haven't spoken, hugged or kissed for half a year.

They are strangers.

He Zecheng bit his lips lightly, feeling a sour feeling in his heart.

At this moment, he felt his feet being held by that palm and kissed.

The cold softness stuck to the skin, making He Zecheng, who hadn't had any intimate contact with Xia Youjie for a long time, couldn't help but tremble a lot.

It's broken, He Zecheng's heart skipped a beat, and immediately after, he felt that the hand that was holding his foot suddenly turned into a fierce grip.

Xia Youjie held his feet firmly, aggressively and possessively.

"Cheng?" He Zecheng heard Xia Youjie's deep voice calling to himself softly.

He Zecheng was flustered for a moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't know what to do. He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly like a little rabbit, pretending not to know.

"Are you still refusing to talk to me?" He Zecheng heard Xia Youjie mutter, "Why, why do you have to compete with me?"

While talking, Xia Youjie caressed his skin with nostalgia, his calloused hands held his feet, held his calves, and kept moving up slowly.

He Zecheng trembled uncontrollably more and more, but kept his eyes closed stubbornly.

"Submit to me, Cheng," Xia Youjie leaned over to the blond-haired young man, watched him close his eyes as if evading, took a deep breath, and felt depressed for a while, "Is it so difficult to agree with my righteousness? "

He Zecheng bit his lips tightly and said nothing, but the intrusion of his fingers made him scream, and he was forced to open his eyes in panic.

"You've changed, Xia Youjie," He Zecheng panted lightly, his voice soft as if he was enduring pain, "I can't agree with your thoughts no matter what!"

"I haven't changed, I just went one step further, from protecting the weak to protecting my companions." Xia Youjie lowered his head and said in a deep voice, his slender fingers easily explored He Zecheng's weakness, pointing Pressing the weakness in his stomach, he began to grind, "Is it that difficult for you to protect your companion?"

He Zecheng's legs tightened on the quilt all of a sudden, and his hand holding the pillow convulsed. He frowned delicately, opened his red lips, and let out an intermittent breathy sound.

"You have changed, Cheng, it's you who has changed," Xia Youjie watched the crystal saliva slowly slipping from the corners of the young man's lips with cold and obscure eyes, "For a dream that I don't know when it will come true, how can I be so cruel? Watching the companions who live together day and night go to death!"

"Xia Youjie!" He Zecheng felt the tormenting finger pull away in a burst of dizziness, he felt bad, and hurriedly said, "I can't do that! You don't know anything! You know it's possible to do so Will something happen?"

He Zecheng felt the quilt sink behind him, and then a strong arm pressed down against his waist, held his leg and lifted it up. His heartbeat became faster and faster, and the vibration caused by that strong beating almost Make him unable to breathe.

"I know," He Zecheng heard Xia Youjie's voice said in a low voice, "The more magicians there are, the stronger the magicians will be, and the more and stronger the spell spirits will be."

The more magicians He Zecheng transforms, the stronger he will be, and the more spell spirits will become stronger.

He Zecheng was stunned. He didn't expect that Xia Youjie didn't think of this, but he committed the crime knowingly. For a while, he could only let Xia Youjie's chest stick to his sweaty back.

The gold pattern belt on Xia Youjie's cassock rubbed against He Zecheng's skin, and He Zecheng heard Xia Youjie say lightly behind him:

"So what?"

"If a stronger magic spirit is born, I will subdue it." Xia Youjie's calm voice contained a kind of self-confidence as the only magic spirit practitioner in the magic world, "sincerely, just do it Now, any remaining troubles and obstacles will be swept away by me."

But what if you can't subdue the curse spirit?He Zecheng disagreed with this very much. He was just about to speak, but Xia Youjie seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say, hugged him tightly, and leaned over to invade him fiercely.

He Zecheng's mind went blank all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He heard Xia Youjie say in a haze:

"Come with me, Cheng, my righteousness, your ideal, if we join forces, how can we lose?"

"No—" He Zecheng finally forced a word out of his throat and refused.

Xia Youjie's face became gloomy behind him, and the right hand holding the crook of his leg began to exert force, and folded in front of He Zecheng's chest, giving him a deeper and more ruthless aggression.

"Why! You don't believe me?" There was faint anger in Xia Youjie's voice, and suddenly he stopped again, whispering to He Zecheng behind his ear, "You miss me, Cheng. "

He Zecheng closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to answer.

Xia Youjie pressed his forehead to the back of his neck, and kept chuckling, his voice was low: "It doesn't matter if you don't answer like a log, your body—isn't it just confessing everything about you?"

Xia Youjie could clearly feel that every time He Zecheng was touched lightly by him, he would tremble or twitch greatly in response.

He Zecheng's face turned red all of a sudden, and he wanted to run away, but was caught by the palm of his leg, and there was no way to escape, which made him cry out in embarrassment.

"Don't be shy," Xia Youjie said with an irrepressible smile in his low voice, "...I miss you too."

Speaking of Xia Youjie's movements became tender and gentle, and the love and pity in those movements made He Zecheng tremble even more, making him shake his head in pain, wanting to refuse this torture.

"Huh? Don't you like it?" Xia Youjie chuckled, but he didn't mean to change. Obviously, his arms were bulging with veins because of patience. He lowered his head and kissed the back of He Zecheng's neck lightly. She coaxed softly, "Acknowledge me, Cheng, I don't want to lock you up forever."

He Zecheng wanted to hide, but Xia Youjie immediately bit the back of his neck lightly, forcing him to behave himself.

"Agree with me, Cheng, do you also want to be with me every day?" Xia Youjie's tone was extremely gentle, and in order to make He Zecheng succumb, he even shamelessly began to seduce him with sex.

However, He Zecheng still rejected him, and his tone became even colder:

"Impossible Mr. Xia You, I will never agree with your ideas!"

Xia Youjun half propped up his body, and fixedly glanced at He Zecheng whose skin was stained with a layer of crimson, but he didn't get angry as He Zecheng expected, but smiled in a very good-tempered manner with no clear meaning smiled.

"Well, it seems that Cheng doesn't want to be with me every day," Xia Youjie said lightly, lying down and hugging him again, his movements became fierce again, and he continued lightly behind him, "It's okay, you don't want to be with me." I'm fine, I think you'll be fine."

"I will come to you often in the future, and I will never let Cheng feel lonely."

Since then, Xia Youjie's frequency of coming here is no longer once a day, but instead he will stay here as long as there is no need to leave He Zecheng.

Xia Youjie didn't try to persuade He Zecheng any more, he just hugged him, kissed him, and made love to him, which made He Zecheng ashamed and angry.

He knew that Xia Youjie was trying to lure him into submission.

This was something that the decent Xia Youjie in his eyes would never do before, but now Xia Youjie has gone so far as to use any means to achieve his goal.

After another love affair, He Zecheng felt exhausted for a while, Xia Youjie lowered his head, and gently pecked his eyes.

Xia Youjie is really a very attractive man. If he really wants to seduce someone, that kind of tenderness and affection is really hard to resist. It can even be said that he is pervasive and hard to guard against.

He Zecheng had to cheer himself up every day, and warned himself that Xia Youjie had unrighteous purposes all the time, so that he could barely stop his heart from sinking.

On a certain day when He Zecheng was still thinking about how long this torment would last, a sudden change in his body suddenly made him panic, forcing him to even break through the cage of the seal forcibly.

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