After being scummed by four men

He Zecheng slipped quietly to the clothes hanger, his eyes widened slightly vigilantly, looking around, and then slowly picked up the corner of Xia Youjie's uniform.

He Zecheng glanced around vigilantly from the corner of his eye, and raised his head to put the tip of his nose up.

A faint smell of tobacco mixed with Xia Youjie's mature masculinity rushed straight into He Zecheng's nostrils.

"Cheng?" He Zecheng's mind quickly flashed a handsome man with long hair reaching his shoulders and bangs on his left forehead, gently hugging him in his arms and bowing his head to kiss him.

As if he had been smoked, He Zecheng let out a short whimper, stepped back abruptly, and covered his mouth and nose.

pounding...

He Zecheng's heart was beating so fast that he was a little scared, and he became timid about getting closer to the dress.

But there was a voice that seemed to be ignited by a sudden satisfaction, and crazily shouted in his heart:

"More! I want to feel more!"

He Zecheng scorched around in place like an ant on a hot pot, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

what to do?He Zecheng always felt that his behavior was not good... like a pervert.

But Xia Youjie's smell has a strong attraction to him, so strong that if he can't get it, he will feel uncomfortable and scratch his heart and lungs.

If He Zecheng doesn't vent this desire quickly, no one knows whether the situation will get worse.

So after struggling for a while, He Zecheng approached Xia Youjie's coat again slowly, and as soon as his face was stuck to the fabric, he uncontrollably buried his face in Xia Youjie's coat intimately like a small animal. Jack's coat.

He Zecheng only felt a sporadic sense of shame in his heart, and was overwhelmed by Xia Youjie's smell again.

With the bitter tobacco smell and the mature and slightly warm manly scent, He Zecheng felt his mind go blank, and when he realized it, he had unknowingly taken off Xia Youjie's coat.

He Zecheng stared at the dark blue uniform jacket in a daze, those Xia Youjie's low-browed smiles, gentle teasing, teasing lips all flashed in front of He Zecheng's eyes one by one.

It formed a strong contrast with Xia Youjie's indifference now.

Once, he was also deeply loved by this gentle and considerate man.

He Zecheng's eyes were sour, with tears flickering between his light golden eyelashes.

But now, it seems that everything has become a thing of the past.

Mr. Xia You seems to have let go, and after all, he is still so insignificant and superfluous as he was when he was a child.

He Zecheng thought about it, and suddenly buried his face in Xia Youjie's clothes with nostalgia. His hands trembled, and he said goodbye in his heart:

That's it, the last time.

This is the last time I disturbed Xia Youjun's life, and when the matter of Nanako and the others is over, I will leave Xia Youjun's life.

However, as soon as He Zecheng raised his face, he was pushed down against the wall.

He Zecheng was a little dazed and subconsciously grabbed the coat in his hand and turned around, only to see Xia Youjie trapped him with his hands on the wall, staring at him condescendingly, his long and narrow eyes shone with a dangerous dark light like a wolf.

He Zecheng couldn't help but grabbed the coat in his hand and shrank back, and then he heard Xia Youjie's thin lips open and close, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You like my smell so much?"

He Zecheng finally reacted belatedly, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

"I, I..." He Zecheng blushed and wanted to explain in a panic, but he couldn't explain it. In desperation, he threw away the coat in his hand like stealing a bell.

Xia Youjie watched He Zecheng shyly be pushed against the wall by him, and his scalp tingled with excitement.

Xia Youjie grabbed He Zecheng's hands and pressed them against the wall, and Xia Youjie kissed him hard.

He Zecheng couldn't help his chest heaving and panting lightly, Xia Youjie firmly controlled him, the crazy weed-like longings in his heart were quickly soothed, and he became tame like a cat being patted.

"Uh...uh... Xia You..." He Zecheng enthusiastically wrapped the tip of his tongue around Xia Youjie's, urging him to continue.

But Xia Youjie held back and forcibly separated from him. After lingering on his red and swollen lips for a while, he tapped his fingertips on his lips, curled his lips and smiled softly:

"I'm glad your body remembers me."

When he kissed He Zecheng just now, his subconscious flattery to Xia Youjie, as before, couldn't help but make Xia Youjie's heart feel hot.

He Zecheng's cheeks were burning hot, he was so ashamed that he couldn't help himself, his body was trembling, his clothes were disheveled and he leaned against the wall weakly, panting lightly.

Xia Youjie rubbed the corners of He Zecheng's lips lightly with his finger, looked at He Zecheng darkly with downcast eyes, said nothing, but there was an excited and evil desire burning in his long and narrow eyes.

He Zecheng didn't feel well, but he was pinned by his shoulders and fell to the ground lightly.

He Zecheng knelt in front of Xia Youjie and looked up at him with fear and shyness in his eyes:

"Mr. Xia You..."

Xia Youjie tapped the corners of his lips, and then moved his fingertips along the gap between the red and soft lips, and those petal-like lips opened unconsciously.

"It's started, Cheng." Xia Youjie smoothed He Zecheng's hair soothingly, and said in a gentle voice.

Then dragged him into the vortex of sex.

He Zecheng couldn't speak, he could only look at Xia Youjie pleadingly with teary eyes, trying to soften his heart.

However, his reaction would only make Xia Youjie more impulsive.

Xia Youjie raised the corners of his lips, gasped lightly and jokingly said:

"Cheng, do you think your believers know that their leader is treated like this by me?"

When He Zecheng had a cold war with him for the first time, Xia Youjie's mind was deeply imprinted with his indifferent, gorgeous and holy appearance condescending to bless the believers.

This makes Xia Youjie, who has been pursuing a certain kind of perfection in his heart, unforgettable, and has a deep covetousness and vicious greed for such a He Zecheng.

He Zecheng was made even more ashamed by these words, and the moisture accumulated in his eyes suddenly slipped out of those light golden double pupils like morning dew.

"Don't be shy," Xia Youjie smiled lightly and wiped away his tears with his fingers, lifting his chin, "I like you just the way you are."

"You're so cute when you're nervous."

He Zecheng felt his brain evaporate in an instant, and he closed his eyes in shame, followed by Xia Youjie's slightly disappointed sigh:

"I want you to watch, to feel better watching me."

do not talk!Mr. Xia You!He Zecheng opened his eyes, and stared at him without imposing manner. His mouth was so sore that he couldn't speak, but his eyes clearly expressed this meaning.

"Okay, I won't talk, but you are not allowed to close your eyes," Xia Youjie said softly, stretched out his finger and touched the tip of He Zecheng's nose, and then his voice became hoarse, "Look at me, Cheng, Look at the first person to do this to you."

He Zecheng looked blankly at Xia Youjie's dangerous eyes while his heart was beating wildly, watched him slowly lick his lips with the tip of his tongue, and then became ruthless.

This aggressive coldness made it difficult for He Zecheng to breathe. He felt like a flower slowly blooming, and his heart was opened by the invader coldly and tenderly.

In the end, He Zecheng fell into darkness.

When He Zecheng woke up again, he found himself sitting on a chair.

To be precise, he slumped on the chair limply.

Opposite him is a tall floor-to-ceiling mirror, which clearly reflects what is happening in front of him.

The light in the bathroom is a tea-colored hue, and everything in the mirror has an ancient and elegant water color.

Including the earrings worn by Xia Youjie who is kneeling in front of him now, the dark blue earrings are reflecting a deep water color.

"Xia Youjun?" He Zecheng stared at Xia Youjie in the mirror in a daze, subconsciously called him, and then he felt his feet being kissed lightly.

He Zecheng suddenly woke up.

Then I saw Xia Youjie kneeling in front of him on one knee, kissing the back of his instep in a worshiping gesture.

Hearing He Zecheng's voice calling him, Xia Youjie raised his eyes lightly, those long and narrow eyes shone with a deep light in the dark brown room, and suddenly met He Zecheng's eyes.

Xia Youjie, a shameless lunatic, is worshiping his god.

"Are you awake?" Xia Youjie slightly raised his lips, this kind of tenderness that floated beyond the cold danger belonged to Xia Youjie in cassock.

Xia Youjie lost his soft innocence and became fierce and realistic.

He Zecheng froze all of a sudden, his lips murmured, not knowing what to say.

He was especially afraid of Xia Youjie.

——I was most moved by this kind of Xia Youjie.

People who are more afraid of violence are more likely to fall in love with violence, and the more they stare at the abyss, the more likely they are to fall into the abyss.

Even Xia Youjie didn't know, but He Zecheng actually liked his cruel and unpredictable appearance more.

He Zecheng likes this morbid feeling of being strongly controlled and strongly needed.

That's why He Zecheng didn't blame Xia Youjie for imprisoning him.

He may be angry, but he doesn't blame him.

So under Xia Youjie's gaze, He Zecheng's thinking completely stopped.

He Zecheng watched blankly as Xia Youjie hugged himself in his arms and faced the mirror, and then looked at himself in the mirror. The pure white pajamas were instantly torn into pieces by Xia Youjie.

A large piece of snow-greasy skin was exposed from the fragments, and was exposed in front of Xia Youjie's eyes. Xia Youjie looked at the snow-white neck, slowly lowered his head, and kissed it deeply.

Like a hungry wolf pouncing on food and like a ghost eating people.

He Zecheng let out a whimper, and Xia Youjie pressed him against the cold mirror. He Zecheng trembled, his hands were covered by those big hands with thin calluses, his fingers passed through his fingers, and they were firmly clasped , as silky as hair, fully invasive and dipped.

Xia Youjie's elegance and reserve were gone, and He Zecheng's gentle hand tore away his savage and terrifying heart, completely revealing his disguise in front of the two of them.

"I seem to have been exposed." Xia Youjie seemed to be a little distressed, and then he chuckled, "Then there is no other way."

"I have no choice but to lock you up forever."

Although he did intend to restrain himself at the beginning, the longer he stays with He Zecheng, the more he has to admit that this kind of lawless and willful domination is his nature.

He Zecheng looked at the two embracing each other in the mirror, his heartbeat was so fast that he almost fainted, but he couldn't resist Xia Youjie's possessiveness.

Or that's exactly what he wanted.

"Come on, Cheng, let's sink together." Xia Youjie stroked He Zecheng's blond hair, and gently lifted his body.

My love, my god, I am your only believer.

Worship you, desecrate you, monopolize you, this is my love for you, madman.

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