end of marriage

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Swelling immediately appeared on Zhou Luoyan's face. He froze for a moment, touched his teeth with his tongue, tilted his head and smiled: "Brother, but, you can only be fucked by me!"

"Who the hell dares to touch you, I don't guarantee how to kill them!"

The man smiled clearly, but it made people feel ghastly.

An Mo was extremely angry and disappointed, and turned around to leave, but Zhou Luoyan grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going?"

An Mo didn't even look at him, insisting on leaving.

The anger in Zhou Luoyan's heart became more and more intense, and he directly picked up the man by the waist, and walked to the parking place, his mouth was very cruel: "Brother, do you really want to let someone fuck you? Who do you want to find? The hair just didn't even tie up. Student, does he have my physical strength?"

"Don't worry, I can guarantee that no one you meet will be as good as me in the future. Otherwise, I'll call that Omega over too, brother, I can prove to you that I can do better."

"Hiss..." Zhou Luoyan paused, feeling the warmth in his neck, and frowned slightly.

An Mo bit his neck, thick blood flowed out along his meridians, staining his beige sweater red.

But soon, Zhou Luoyan sneered: "Brother, today is very exciting."

An Mo raised his eyes, the tails of his eyes were red, and he no longer struggled to resist.

When Zhou Luoyan carried him into the car, he saw his translucent pale face and ashen eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to touch his eyes.

With a "snap", it was knocked off by An Mo.

An Mo only felt that the soft flesh of his heart was cut to pieces by his words, and the pain was so numb.

After a while, he glanced at Zhou Luoyan, tried his best to hold back something, his voice trembling slightly: "Zhou Luoyan, you...give me some dignity."

Alpha's anger disappeared in that instant, and he was inexplicably tense.An Mo seldom resisted him and spoke soft words. To this extent, for him, he was already at the limit of tolerance.

He was suddenly a little at a loss, he could say all kinds of shit when he committed a crime, how poisonous and vicious he wanted, and how vicious he wanted.

And when coaxing people, sweet talk is the same as not wanting money.

He was stunned for a while, looking at An Mo's eyes that were gradually turning gray and dead, he was a little panicked: "Brother, I... I am, I heard you call him little devil. You used to call me like that, Now instead of calling me, they are calling someone else."

An Mo remained silent the entire time and ignored him.

Alpha's anger subsided, and he started to panic, why panic? He was afraid that An Mo would really be driven away by him and drive him crazy, or that he would hurt him. He didn't think much about it. He just took An Mo's hand and stuck it to his swollen cheek. , the voice gradually softened: "Brother, I am your little devil. I am several years younger than you, so I can count."

An Mo took out his hand, silently turned his face away, looking at the beast-like night outside the car window, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Disappointment is not once or twice, it hurts, and it is numb.

Or it's an obsession that is hard to break away from, his, Zhou Luoyan's, they are waiting for each other to be exhausted until they never see each other for a lifetime, and when they are all well.

As for people, if they work hard to do something meticulously and deeply, and if they like someone, they will always become unrecognizable, not crisp, and painful.

When will the obsession be completely cut off, and when can we truly let go of ourselves.

An Mo thought, Zhou Luoyan, kid, I'm already disappointed enough, you must, continue to disappoint me.

That night, Zhou Luoyan was surprisingly patient and good-tempered, he didn't go crazy again, and even slept in the guest room silently when An Mo pushed him away.

After it was over, he was afraid that An Mo would be upset, so he slept on the sofa again, deliberately making himself feel pitiful, to make An Mo soften his heart.

At night, An Mo went to the living room to drink water. As soon as he raised the glass in his hand, someone grabbed his hand.

Someone hugged him from behind, rubbed his chin on his shoulder, and said softly and hoarsely, "Brother, your face hurts."

"My neck hurts too."

"The wound hasn't been treated yet, brother, I would not be willing to bite you so hard."

Zhou Luoyan's mother is undoubtedly a lunatic, with a good appetite, poisonous and innocent, and dares to do anything.He likes to bite people, he has never bitten anyone else, only An Mo.

Never was An Mo's neck and shoulders gnawed out by circles of fine blood beads.

An Mo didn't feel how tender the two of them could be today, so he pushed him away with a lukewarm voice: "You handle it yourself."

That was absolutely impossible, so Zhou Luoyan still fell on the sofa, bleeding from his neck.

Later, he felt that he couldn't be in vain, so he couldn't help but go back to the bedroom and hugged An Mo in his arms.

A feather fluttered in An Mo's heart, extremely light and soft, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

Zhou Luoyan wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, so he held his hand, put it on his bitten wound, and smiled: "Brother An Mo, touch it to relieve your breath."

"I'll be nice to you, huh?"

Zhou Luoyan buried his face in his chest, An Mo's shoulders were trembling almost, and he bit his lip tightly.

When his thin lips were about to bleed from being bitten, Zhou Luoyan's light breathing reached his ears.

He fell asleep.

An Mo let go of his lips, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

What is Zhou Luoyan doing?

Every time, I have to step on his self-esteem to the ground and hurt him to the ground, so that I am willing to coax him like this.

Just because he doesn't cry out for pain, just because he seems calm.

But is it useful for him to shout?

will be uglier.

Then don't lie to him, the so-called being nice to him is only for hurting a complete person and a complete heart next time.

No sleep for one night.

When Zhou Luoyan woke up in the morning, An Mo had already gone to school.He remembered that there was an auction today and he wanted to take An Mo there.

Around noon, Zhou Luoyan saw that the time was up, and drove to pick up An Mo.

An Mo just finished the class at four o'clock that day. When Zhou Luoyan arrived, he was packing up teaching materials and books on the podium.

An Mo was wearing a simple khaki coat, and he couldn't hang his clothes anymore. A small section of his wrist was exposed, which was cold and white and slender, with faded red marks on it.

Zhou Luoyan was suddenly annoyed. Why did the traces he left disappear, thinking that sooner or later, he would brand An Mo with a mark that would never fade.

When An Mo came out of the classroom, he saw him as soon as he looked up, and stood still.

Zhou Luoyan intended to please her, and didn't act too intimately like before.

"Brother, you still remember that auction."

Obviously, An Mo didn't plan to go with his attire.

"You have to promise me." Zhou Luoyan said: "Otherwise, I will carry you right now."

Dogs can definitely do such a thing, An Mo didn't bother to argue with him, and followed the others to the school parking lot.

At this time, a familiar delicate figure flashed beside the black patent-leather Bentley. The man stood still and shouted in surprise, "Brother Yan, Professor An..."

"Where are you going?"