After being scummed by four men

Gojo Wu looked at Xia Youjie, moved his lips, then turned his head away, and stopped looking at the two of them.

Xia Youjie, once the lover who doted on He Zecheng the most, was also the lover who treated He Zecheng the hardest in the end.

He Zecheng put his palm lightly on Xia Youjie's heart, feeling the impact of the powerful heartbeat on his palm, and sighed:

"It's great, Mr. Xia You survived."

He Zecheng didn't resent Xia Youjie for what he had done, perhaps angry but not resentful.

He, who was half-pushed and half-killed the villagers, could understand Xia Youjie's resolute disgust for dirty human nature.

Is it wrong to hate darkness and filth, and to swear against it?

Shouldn't it be those with dirty humanity who should be blamed more?

"Sincerity is favoring me. What I have done is worthy of forgiveness." Xia Youjie stroked his cheek and said softly.

"...Is there?" He Zecheng blushed a little.

Xia Youjie smiled lightly, then lowered his head, and whispered in his ear:

"Hirofumi Hatta, I have already killed him."

He Zecheng was stunned.

One day, the guest who coveted him all day and even tried to rape him suddenly stopped coming to Panxingjiao.

He Zecheng thought that something happened to his life, because this is nothing more than normal for all living beings in the world.

Suddenly one day, there is no chance to go to a certain place, which is a common thing in life.

But I didn't want Hatta Hirofumi to be dead.

"I don't like the way he looks at you, and I can't forgive him for what he did to you, even if he didn't succeed." Xia Youjie stroked his hair slowly as if grooming a bird's feathers, his tone full of indifference.

"I don't like people touching you, I don't even like people looking at you," Xia Youjie pinched his chin and raised it slightly, watching his eyes flashed with light, "I can't bear others touching you heart of."

"Mr. Xia You, this is impossible." He Zecheng said in a low voice, "It's too much to not even be allowed to watch."

"As long as you allow, I can do it, can't I?" Xia Youjie chuckled, then lowered his head to touch his forehead.

His voice was low and soft, with unspeakable temptation, he said slowly:

"Don't you really like the time when I lock you up and occupy you with all my heart and eyes?"

He Zecheng's face turned red suddenly, he bit his lip and refused to speak, but his heart beat fast.

He didn't dare to answer, and always felt that if he answered, his dignity would also be lost.

"Don't answer? It's okay," Xia Youjie chuckled, "Then let your body answer."

Then he kissed it.

He Zecheng felt his uncontrollable lips and tongue, and the moment Xia Youjie approached him, he greeted him obsequiously.

Cursing Xia Youjie's lips, he tasted himself more carefully and thoroughly.

He Zecheng was kissed until his eyes turned black, and finally he even forgot to breathe.

Seeing that he was about to faint, Fu Heisher frowned and pulled He Zecheng over:

"Enough, you're making him uncomfortable."

Xia Youjie glanced at him indifferently, and wiped away the water marks on his thin lips with his fingers, his heart was full of hatred for Fu Heisher.

How to kill him silently?Xia Youjie thought indifferently.

He Zecheng rested in Fu Heisher's arms for a while before waking up.

The bulging chest muscles of his acquaintance immediately made him realize that he is now in Fu Heisher's arms.

He Zecheng rushed to Hesher with some embarrassment and smiled:

"I'm sorry, when I met you, I always seemed to be in a mess."

Fu Heisher lowered his head and kissed the corners of his eyes, the scars on the corners of his lips rose slightly, and said indifferently:

"It's okay, when I meet you, I always look like a mess."

No matter when the two meet, it always seems so inappropriate.

It was just right, as if the time between the two of them had never been there.

He Zecheng couldn't help but smiled, and then pressed his cheek against his chest.

Fuheshier, this man who is always out of tune, strangely reassures him.

"Don't be afraid, even if it is God's will to make us miss countless times," Fu Heisher hugged him and kissed his hair, "I can always hold your hand."

"I don't want to be afraid anymore... Shier, I feel very uneasy." He Zecheng finally whispered this sentence.

Fu Heisher glanced at the three men who fell silent instantly after hearing the words, and then turned his gaze back to He Zecheng.

"Do what you want, I promise, no one can force you beyond me."

"...Don't you want anything?" He Zecheng raised his head, looked at his wild and handsome face and said.

"I want a lot," Fuheshier looked at him quietly, "I want you to love me, I want you to stay by my side..."

"But I want you to be happy more."

He Zecheng looked at him for a while, then slammed into his arms, then quietly raised his head to look at him, couldn't help but curl up his mouth, and buried him in his arms again.

Honestly, is this... uncontrollably acting like a baby?

Fu Heisher patted his head with a light smile, held his face in his hands, and kissed him carefully, and He Zecheng kissed him back gently.

Unlike the fiery passion of the other three, the two kissed very warmly.

This made the other three nervous all of a sudden.

"Sweet words." Seeing his own little ghost being kissed in turn, Yan Suo couldn't bear it long ago, and immediately sneered when he saw the two separated.

"It makes us seem to be hypocritical." Xia Youjie chuckled, and his vigilance against Fu Heisher was getting higher and higher.

He looks rough, but he is actually extremely careful... What a cunning man.

Gojo Satoru ignored their twists and turns, and just stared straight at He Zecheng who was acting like a baby to others.

In front of him, it seemed that Cheng had never been like this before.

Are you being too childish after all?

Gojo Satoru's mood became extremely bad, and his tone dropped:

"Cheng, you're leaving, right?"

Xia Youjie and Yan Suo immediately shut their mouths, and Qi Qi stared nervously at He Zecheng.

"I think you're staying, making you feel uneasy?" Gojo Satoru moved his lips, and after saying this, he felt a burst of difficulty breathing.

He Zecheng grasped Fu Heisher's lapel tightly, and then slowly turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru.

This sight made him feel uncomfortable.

Gojo Wujo's eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"I didn't want to force you." Wujo Wutiao took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and cursed hoarsely, "Damn! How did you become like this!"

There seemed to be tears flickering on his snow-white eyelashes.

He Zecheng bit his lip, and the hand holding Fu Heisher's skirt became tighter and tighter.

Suddenly his face was lifted slightly, he opened his eyes, and in front of him was Fuheisher's calm expression.

"Whatever you think, just do it," Fuheshier said softly, "No matter what decision you make, I will protect you."

"I, I don't know." He Zecheng was silent for a while, and whispered, he pressed against Fu Heisher's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Shier, I don't know what to do."

Fu Heisher was taken aback for a moment, then gently stroked his hair, and said calmly:

"Then when to think clearly and when to make a decision."

"This is too much." He Zecheng was a little amused by his connivance, thinking he was joking.

Fu Heisher was not joking, he glanced at the other three people, and said lightly:

"Don't worry, they will all be willing."

Although Gojo Satoru and the others were very unwilling, they didn't say anything, instead they all silently acquiesced.

In this way, He Zecheng stayed in Tokyo for the time being, and lived here until he figured out who to go with.

In order to get the final decision, the four often come to "visit" He Zecheng.

But the more so, the more soft-hearted He Zecheng didn't know what to do.

The four of them seemed to vaguely understand that the current stalemate was caused by the cooperation of the four of them.

But can anyone step back and make someone else?

No.

He Zecheng also fell into an inextricable whirlpool all his life.

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The author has something to say:

Let me prepare for four or five days, and then start writing about the next year.I think everyone can’t wait any longer, some people even want to read the next book, even the next book (I’m an obedient Σ(°△°|||)︴)

The main text of the second volume: [Dog Scroll - Yi Bone - Fu Hei - Knotweed] Four-player game