little beast

These gangsters have been bullying Shen Chengan for a long time, just because he is a mixed race, his eyes are damn different from others.

They need tools to vent their anger, to show their greatness and freedom.

Sheng Shuangxu led Shen Chengan back to his home.

At that time, Sheng Shuangxu hadn't divorced yet, and his wife—that is, Shen Chengan's teacher's wife, Gao Yuanyuan, wasn't as hysterical as she was later. She was still a woman with a happy marriage and a harmonious husband and wife.

Even if Sheng Shuangxu brought her dirty student home, she would not reject it.

Gao Yuanyuan asked Shen Chengan to sit in the bedroom, and patiently treated his wound. She told him not to move around, to rest for a while, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

She is such a good woman, kind and gentle, she is willing to marry this poor high school teacher from a poor family, and she is a match made in heaven with Sheng Shuangxu.

Shen Chengan was sitting in the bedroom, bored, he should have taken the initiative to go to the living room to sit down, but he couldn't help but look at the photo of Sheng Shuangxu hanging on the wall.

There are single photos of Sheng Shuangxu, and group photos with Gao Yuanyuan—there are more single photos, and it is said that there are more, but in fact there are not many. Sheng Shuangxu obviously does not like to take pictures, whether it is a teenager or youth Sheng Shuangxu was a little shy under the camera, her eyes subconsciously dodged the camera.

In the corner of the wall full of photos, Shen Chengan saw a photo of the young Sheng Shuangxu and the young girl. Both of them were only in their teens. Not a little angry.

Shen Chengan didn't recognize her, so he shifted his gaze to Sheng Shuangxu.

His complexion is very fair, and the old photos have suffered years of wear and tear, and are slightly exposed, making the Frost Sequence almost transparent.

Shen Chengan thought about his appearance in class, with his arms raised in front of the blackboard, his skin seemed to emit a faint white fluorescent light.

He turned his eyes to see the different shapes of Sheng Shuangxu in his eyes, and when he was about to go out, he accidentally found a piece of paper stuck in the door of the closet.

In fact, it doesn’t seem like much. There are always people who like to leave things in their pockets and squeeze them out of the messy clothes after being caught in the closet. Maybe this note is the same, and there is nothing special about it.

But Shen Chengan felt it was an eyesore.

His curiosity overwhelmed his reason, and he opened the closet while there was no one in the bedroom.

There are a variety of skirts in the closet, only a few men's shirts are sandwiched on the side. It is not a piece of paper, but a photo, a limp photo that fell face down and landed on Shen Chengan's shoe. face.

After all, Sheng Shuangxu lived with Gao Yuanyuan and his wife, so it was normal to have more skirts.

Shen Chengan felt a sense of loss that even he couldn't understand, he closed the closet and picked up the photo.

His sense of loss was gone.

The woman in the photo - no, maybe it can't be called a woman, Shen Chengan's eyes are full of that person's Adam's apple and stiff muscle curves.He was wearing a bright red skirt, the straps of his high heels were hanging on his fingers, and he smiled softly with his arms around his shoulders.

That face, which can be said to be covered with heavy makeup, was exactly the face of Sheng Shuangxu who was a few years younger.

Shen Chengan couldn't move his eyes from the photo, his nails made crumpled creases on the bright red dress.

So much so that Sheng Shuangxu asked Shen Chengan to come out for dinner, but he didn't hear it.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't notice Shen Chengan's strangeness, he leaned his elbows on the door panel, looked at Shen Chengan with a gentle and handsome smile.

Even though Sheng Shuangxu got married at a young age, he was very popular among female students. He was elegant, clean, and pure, and could always stand in the center of everyone's attention. Shen Chengan was gloomy, introverted, and dissociated from the crowd. He was almost the opposite of Shen Chengan.

Sheng Shuangxu was unsuspecting. He didn't know what the butterfly effect of this photo would change the future, so he said, "Why don't you respond to eating?"

And the photo of him wearing a skirt was stuck tightly in Shen Chengan's side pocket.

"It's nothing." The temperature of the photo seemed to penetrate the school uniform, burning Shen Chengan's thighs, "I'll come right away."

The scalding heat seeped into his skin, making Shen Chengan almost unable to move his legs.

Looking into the teacher's eyes, Shen Chengan didn't even know which step to take first, Sheng Shuangxu in front of him seemed to be wearing a red dress, flashing back in his mind.

Shen Chengan didn't pay attention, and fell down, and his cheek was pressed against Sheng Shuangxu's feet.

He had been beaten for so long, and now his head was bluntly dizzy, Sheng Shuangxu tried to pull him up, but he couldn't use the strength, he hugged Sheng Shuangxu's legs tightly like straws.

Shen Chengan prostrated himself at Sheng Shuangxu's feet, rubbing his cheek against Sheng Shuangxu's smooth and slender calf, and found a long-lost sense of security in his heart.

Teacher Sheng is really nice.

Shen Chengan thought.

Teacher Sheng is the only person in this world who will treat him well.

In return, he must also treat Teacher Sheng well.

——Before that incident happened, Sheng Shuangxu was the person he respected the most.

Shen Chengan took out a red skirt.

When Sheng Shuangxu saw this familiar skirt, he panicked and wanted to crawl outside - but where could he go?

The living room of Shen Chengan's house was so big, Sheng Shuangxu was chained like a dog, one end of the chain was tied to the leg of the coffee table, he ran for a while, the chain stretched straight, he just sat there numbly, watching Shen Chengan got closer and closer.

Shen Chengan spoke softly as if coaxing a child: "Sheng Shuangxu, put it on."

Sheng Shuangxu knew that he had signed the contract of selling himself and had no right to refuse, so he could only whisper dryly: "How can a man wear a skirt..."

Shen Chengan tilted his head slightly, and said, "Didn't you sneak through it several times yourself? Why did you start pretending to be innocent in front of me?"

Sheng Shuangxu's face turned pale, and then flushed with embarrassment and unnaturalness. Shen Chengan forcefully tore his last fig leaf, and he stammered, "You, how did you know?"

Shen Chengan didn't answer, just said: "Put it on, Sheng Shuangxu, don't make me say it a third time."

The Sheng family has been a scholarly family for generations, and his father's family education was sick and strict, so he developed Sheng Shuangxu's obedient and submissive temperament.

One night after the death of her younger sister Sheng Yuwei, Sheng Shuangxu stuck her feet into her high heels and looked at herself similar to her through the mirror, thus planting a taboo seed.

His secret was discovered by his former student.

Even if he was not facing his own father Sheng Zongyu, in front of Shen Chengan, before the power, he also cowardly surrendered.

Sheng Shuangxu's struggle was like air bubbles floating out of the water. Once the water waves came over, they disappeared without a trace.

The clothes Shen Chengan bought all fit the size of Sheng Shuangxu, and the style was exactly the same as before. The red skirt stretched on the man's body with a strange beauty. It was originally designed to highlight the female figure, but it outlined Sheng Shuangxu's distinct Muscular curves, his waist is very thin, and the bow tie on the waist is just right, small and cute.

Very beautiful, Shen Chengan sighed in his heart, Sheng Shuangxu is really beautiful.

This skirt greatly eased his disgust towards the same sex.

But he couldn't sink under Sheng Shuangxu's appearance.

He came to humiliate his teacher.

He wanted to peel off Sheng Shuangxu's hypocritical skin and trample his self-esteem under his feet.

In order to achieve the vanity of revenge.

Shen Chengan stared at Sheng Shuangxu with a heavy face.

Sheng Shuangxu was a little ashamed under Shen Chengan's gaze, the skirt was too short, revealing the corners of his boxer underwear, even so, Sheng Shuangxu subconsciously tightened his legs.

His hands reached down his back, unzipping the zipper of his skirt.

Sheng Shuangxu told himself rationally, this can't work, he is like a monkey in a zoo, letting Shen Chengan look up and down with ambiguous eyes.

However, Sheng Shuangxu felt a sick sense of comfort under this deformed scrutiny, as if wearing this skirt brought him back to life.

Shen Chengan stroked his chin with his fingers, and said, "Sheng Shuangxu, look at your neither man nor woman."

Sheng Shuangxu's long and slender arms had nowhere to rest, he hugged his arms tightly in shame, a refreshing blush appeared on his face uncontrollably.

He really likes it.

"Take off your panties." Shen Chengan said, "How can a woman wear boxer panties under a skirt?"