little beast

They rented in the cheapest old neighborhood. There were very few young people in the neighborhood, and there was no Christmas atmosphere. Sheng Shuangxu came home from study at night under the dim incandescent light, holding the gift she bought for Sheng Yuwei, Sheng Yuwei It fell right before his eyes.

She is like a butterfly swaying in the wind, bathed in the silver moonlight.Sheng Shuangxu froze in place, being pushed forward step by step by the swarming crowd.

Every step forward is purgatory. Headache accompanied by dizziness swept through Sheng Shuangxu, he hugged his head in pain, memories of that night many years ago flooded into his mind, cold sweat sticky to the palm of his forehead, Surrounded by the crowd, Sheng Shuangxu regained the fear of being locked in the cabinet by Sheng Yuwei at that time—but it was nothing compared to the pain caused by losing her.

Sheng Yuwei and his sister died.

Sheng Shuangxu's head was buzzing, and the whole world was noisy and chaotic, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

There is no suicide note, no message, and Sheng Yuwei said the night before to live well.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't even hear the cry for help in her words at that time.

In the chaos, the police grabbed Sheng Shuangxu's arm and asked his name. Sheng Shuangxu held his breath and tried his best to calm down the dizzying situation in front of him.

Sheng Shuangxu cried and said: "She is my sister, she, she is dead——"

The gift he was going to give to Sheng Yuwei slipped from his arms and was crushed by the people around him. Sheng Shuangxu had no strength to stop it all. The people watching the road kicked and kicked, and finally even the lid of the box disappeared, and it rolled into the garden in tatters.

Sheng Shuangxu followed the gift he wanted to give Sheng Yuwei. Inside the tattered box was a red dress.

Sheng Shuangxu stood on the floor with bare feet, trembling, his toes were so cold that he lost all feeling, the light in the living room was not turned on, he could only see Shen Chengan's expression through the snow light outside the window.

Obviously, a few hours after he had just made up his mind to be careful and obey Shen Chengan in everything, he made a mistake that shouldn't have been made.

He stole Shen Chengan's coat to wear, and he was wearing a red skirt inside, nothing was worn inside the skirt, and - the length of the skirt was very short.

He even ran to the balcony behind Shen Chengan's back to smoke. Shen Chengan never smoked, and the cigarettes were Sheng Shuangxu's stock for many years, and he brought them to Shen Chengan's villa. Even though he didn't smoke much, he couldn't live without cigarettes.

Only when his body is bound in a beautiful dress that does not belong to him can he be freed from guilt and remorse for his sister, and only at this moment, he is no longer the usual "normal person" Mr. Sheng, he can be Sheng Yuwei , it could be the mother who was not married to his father Sheng Zongyu, or it could be Sheng Shuangxu who hid in the cabinet with his younger sister.

Shen Chengan noticed Sheng Shuangxu's dullness, and repeated it again - he didn't know why he was so persistent: "Take off my clothes, Teacher Sheng."

Sheng Shuangxu swallowed nervously, he only buttoned one button, as long as he let go of his arms, the heavy collar would open wide, and his chest would be unobstructed.

He has no reason to refuse, he wants to listen to Shen Chengan.

Since meeting Shen Chengan for the first time, Sheng Shuangxu hadn't put on a skirt for a long time, and now, he wanted to show Shen Chengan his dirty hobbies openly.

Sheng Shuangxu lowered his head, he didn't want to see Shen Chengan's next gaze, he slowly touched the buttons on his waist, trying to delay the execution for a little longer.

He was about to be humiliated, Sheng Shuangxu thought, he told himself not to be afraid, he had no reason to be afraid.

He unbuttoned his waist. The size of Shen Chengan's coat was too big for Sheng Shuangxu. Sheng Shuangxu didn't need to take it off his shoulders at all, the neckline had already slipped off his shoulders and hung neatly on his wrists. , the wool rubbed against the flesh on his arm, making him itchy a little.

Sheng Shuangxu pulled out his arms, he had completely exposed himself in front of Shen Chengan, so he carefully folded the wool coat and put it on the armrest of the sofa, he didn't know where to put his bare arms, He could only hug his arms helplessly, waiting for Shen Chengan's reaction.

The howling wind slammed against the window, there was silence between the two of them, only the sound of the wind could be heard in the room, the humiliation Sheng Shuangxu had expected did not come, he waited for a long time, Shen Chengan did not speak.

With a snap, the clothes slipped off the armrest and the metal buttons hit the floor.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't know whether he should pick it up or not, so he raised his head in a daze.

Maybe it was his illusion, or the red light outside the window, he saw Shen Chengan's flushed cheeks, the blush almost dyed Shen Chengan's fingers red, Shen Chengan was looking at Sheng Shuangxu's slender legs, his eyes gradually moved up, the skirt was too tight It was short and could only cover a little, Shen Chengan looked at the hem of the skirt hidden in the shadow, and his rare sensual, round thighs.

He finally met Sheng Shuangxu's gaze, and the next moment, he suddenly covered his cheek with his hand.

Sheng Shuangxu thought he was going to vomit again - Shen Chengan was always in pain when they did that kind of thing countless times before, and Sheng Shuangxu understood his nausea and disgust.

This time Shen Chengan didn't retch, his slender fingers tightened his cheeks, he paused, and belatedly turned away his face.

Shen Chengan was angry again.

Sheng Shuangxu had experienced too much of his anger, and could already detect his violent mood swings.

Sure enough, Shen Chengan said coldly: "Go back to the bedroom."

"Sheng Shuangxu, don't tell me to see you dressed like this again, it's disgusting."

The skirt was bought by Shen Chengan, and he also forced Sheng Shuangxu to wear it, so that he would be humiliated by him - obviously he was the one who took the initiative to look at it, yet he showed such a disgusted expression at this time.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't have the energy to think about Shen Chengan's complicated thoughts, he would only try his best to satisfy Shen Chengan's request.

He glanced at the clothes on the ground, bent down and picked them up.

Sheng Shuangxu's frozen body recovered as the room temperature warmed up, and the pain gradually recovered. His waist was still painful. When he bent down, he could move vigorously, but when he straightened up, he could only move slowly. He could even hear the bones of his spine. There was a creaking sound.

Shen Chengan looked at his legs, his tight waist, and his raised buttocks, his expression became even uglier.

Sheng Shuangxu put the coat back where it was, and said again: "I'm sorry, Shen Chengan."

"If you think it's dirty, I have nothing to pay for it—money, and it'll be deducted from the money you gave me, as much as you want, okay?"

Shen Chengan said word by word: "Get lost."

Sheng Shuangxu was speechless, so he walked back dejectedly.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Shen Chengan turned his head slowly.

He grabbed the teacher who was wearing a skirt. His teacher smoked in front of him for the first time. He watched Mars fall from Sheng Shuangxu's fingers. With that white hand, there was a strange sense of beauty.

Shen Chengan took a step forward, and picked up the woolen coat by accident.

He touched the remaining temperature of the Frost Order.

It is this coat that wraps the almost naked body of the teacher.

Shen Chengan thought like this, put his coat into his arms, he thought about his dream, dreams would not smell, but he seemed to smell the breath in the dream.

Shen Chengan's mind went blank.

He buried his face in it.