Reborn you idiot

"Well... it's so comfortable, I've wanted to fuck/you like this for a long time."

Xiao Junso swung his waist, stirred wantonly in Zhang Weidong's fiery interior, and fully enjoyed the pleasure of unobstructed friction before he patted the other's face: "You just keep pretending to be dead, I can just have fun. Well, clip It's so tight, it's so cool."

Zhang Weidong screamed like claws scratching his heart, he couldn't take it anymore!

Xiao Jungu's semen/fluid was still in his body, but this guy was hard again, his eyes were wet, he shook his head like crazy and shouted: "Get out, get out of me quickly! I was wrong! I was wrong! "

So Xiao Jun achieved his goal, but he still didn't stop the aggression. He didn't stop until he forced Zhang Weidong to swear that he would never touch drugs again.

He got out and jumped out of bed directly to find a bottle of calming medicine. Xiao Jun so crushed the pill with his bare hands and fed it into Zhang Weidong's mouth in one go. He took two sips of cold boiled water.

After a while, Zhang Weidong's twitching body gradually calmed down, his face was pale and panting, and his mind was no longer clear.

Gradually, his breathing eased, his eyelids drooped feebly, and he remained motionless as if he was dead.

Xiao Jun has been carefully observing his condition, seeing the effect of the medicine, he let out a sigh of relief.He knew that these two days would not be too peaceful, but it was unexpectedly intense. Fortunately, he was prepared and brought tranquilizers.

Xiao Junso untied the bathrobe belt that was used as a binding, picked up the heavy and naked Zhang Weidong, put him into a clean white bathtub, and filled his body with hot water to wash his body carefully.Then he helped Zhang Weidong dry his body and dry his hair - it was not easy to play with a tall man, and when Xiao Jun had finished everything in an orderly manner, it was already dawn.

He carried Zhang Weidong back to the bed, turned off the light, refused to sleep, and hugged Zhang Weidong sideways.

He didn't put any clothes on Zhang Weidong, caressed his body from time to time, raised and lowered his hands like a toy, and kissed Zhang Weidong's lips and face repeatedly.Zhang Weidong was lying naked, like a corpse, Xiao Jungu put his hand on his thigh and buttocks, pinched a couple of times, and laughed out of interest.

Xiao Junso touched Zhang Weidong all over his body, and put his hand towards his lower body, walked through the dense black forest, and gently held the other's masculine symbol for sex - Zhang Weidong was tough and masculine, only Du here is soft, sizeable, and clean in color.

He felt that the time passed quickly, as if it only took a while for the sun to see through the window.Zhang Weidong next to him was still drowsy, and the dose of medicine he took last night was indeed a little too high.

He covered Zhang Weidong with a quilt, got out of bed, changed his clothes, picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony to make a call.

Xiao Jungu put on his sneakers and was about to go out when the doorbell rang. It was the waiter pushing the dining station at the door with exquisite birthday cake and a bottle of champagne on it.He took out his wallet and tipped the waiter to push the item back.

This birthday cannot be passed, he has to go, otherwise Zhang Weidong will definitely chase him with a knife when he wakes up.

Xiao Jun knew how much he had hurt Zhang Weidong, but he didn't regret it, and he didn't soften his heart—because he couldn't communicate with Zhang Weidong, and only by using such a strong method could he control the other party.

And compared to the dangers of drugs, his method is nothing. He has seen with his own eyes abroad that drugs can not only destroy a person's body, but once addicted, it will cause irreparable damage to the central nervous system and mental level. damage.

Xiao Junso turned his head to look at the bed, opened the door, and walked out with a firm heart.

When the sun was high, Zhang Weidong woke up.

After opening his eyes, he stared blankly at the front, his mind was blank, and after a long time of numbness, he slowly came back to his senses.

He remembered what happened last night, he struggled up, lying on the edge of the bed shaking his shoulders and retching, all he vomited was sour yellow bile.

Not only that, the brain spontaneously and consciously recalled every detail of last night, everything was beyond his tolerance, Xiao Jun raped him, ejaculated inside him, and he was completely fucked by this man again Dirty!

At this time, someone walked up in high heels, put a glass of milk on the bedside table, and said, "Mr. Xiao left beforehand, and he told me to take care of you. Move back, you can rest for a few days."

Zhang Weidong spilled the milk at once, and then closed his eyes in despair: "Get lost."

Zhou Li didn't leave. She called the waiter to clean the room, drew the curtains, opened the window, and sat on the balcony with a magazine in her hand to read.

In the next three days, Zhang Weidong lived like a year.

He didn't go crazy, he was just curled up in the quilt without seeing the sun, his stomach couldn't hold anything at all, and he vomited whatever he ate.

He had to rely on drugs to fall asleep, otherwise his brain would be working tirelessly, creating all kinds of messy and trivial thoughts, and there would always be buzzing in his ears.Zhang Weidong was emaciated and emaciated in this invisible torture, as if he was in a long and claustrophobic nightmare, and he was powerless about it.

During these days, he thought of death countless times, just like back then.

Yes, that year.

He almost died that year. He had already stood on the edge of the roof and stepped out with one foot. If his aunt hadn't jumped up and dragged him, begging him tearfully—Zhang Weidong would have been turned into a box of ashes!

It's not that he is too fragile, but the reality is too cruel.

Not only did he fail to get into the Central Conservatory of Music that he wanted, he even failed in the ordinary undergraduate colleges, and he was jjj by his good brother not long ago—it’s really great, his life, his ideals, and his beliefs , Was subverted overnight.

Given his background and family environment, there is no back door to go through. If he wants to get ahead and get rid of poverty, the only thing he can count on is the college entrance examination.For this reason, he studied hard day and night, and even put aside his favorite music. As a result, the person he trusted the most gave him a head-on blow at the most critical moment.

His only way out was cut off, and he was also raped/defiled by his good brother. The double blow of soul and body made him miserable.

Zhang Weidong doesn't remember how he survived that time, it was very difficult, really difficult.

But after all, he gritted his teeth and survived. He didn't die back then, let alone die now. How could he die before Xiao Jungu, a scumbag?

Just like back then, apart from his aunt, what supported him was this unwavering hatred.

Zhou Li stayed with Zhang Weidong for a few days, seeing that although he was negative, he had no suicidal tendencies, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt that Xiao Jun was making a fuss out of a molehill.No matter what Zhang Weidong said, he was an adult, and it wasn't the first time he had sex with a man, so why should he die.

Zhang Weidong forced himself to eat, and the first thing he did after recovering his strength was to lock himself in the bathroom.

At first, Zhou Li didn't care, until she found out that Zhang Weidong hadn't come out for an entire hour, and then she felt something was wrong.

She smashed the door lock with the bronze statue on display, knocked open the bathroom door, and saw a horrible scene.

The steam in the bathroom was thick, and Zhang Weidong lay faceless on the washstand, naked/naked, strands of blood snaked from his thighs to his heels, and he was holding a bloody toothbrush in his hand!

Zhou Li covered her mouth, her usual calm and capable image was shattered, and she was a little at a loss.

"I'm fine, I just don't have the strength to get up. Help me." Zhang Weidong comforted Zhou Lilai, and even smiled weakly. He threw away the toothbrush and murmured in relief: "Finally, it's clean..."

Zhang Weidong was really nothing serious, he was just injured in the back/court, his flesh and blood were rotten.

Under Zhou Li's careful care, he gritted his teeth and survived the next inflammation and high fever.When Zhang Weidong finally recovered and was able to leave the resort on his own, the days had already turned forward for more than half a month, and Christmas was approaching.

The stitches on his right index finger can be removed, leaving an obvious wound. Zhang Weidong felt a little scared when he saw the teeth marks he had bitten out—he never thought of hurting himself, and he still counted on playing the guitar with this hand , but he couldn't control it!

Zhang Weidong's work schedule is still densely packed, and they are all dispensable commercial performances and non-painful promotional activities.

He was as busy as a spinning top every day, but he didn't know what he was busy with. The only thing that made him feel better was that Mr. Xiao was also busy, and he didn't "lucky" him for two consecutive Fridays.

But Xiao Jungu never stopped harassing him. Apart from phone calls and text messages from time to time, he also recently changed to a more popular method - video.When Xiao Ba brought the laptop in front of him, Zhang Weidong felt chills down his spine when he saw Xiao Jungu's face, and subconsciously wanted to smash the computer.

But Xiao Jungu made him unable to move with one word.

He asked, "Dongzi, do you want to sing?"

Zhang Weidong was silent, but every cell in his body was shouting: think!Can't imagine!

Xiao Junso wore rimless glasses, and smiled at him politely: "I plan to give you a gift, merrychristmas."

So that night, Zhang Weidong suffered from insomnia. After sixteen hours of busy work, he lay on the bed without any sleepiness.

Once he also thought about whether to cater to Xiao Jungu, put aside his worthless dignity and principles, perfunctory the other party, and pretend to coax the other party—maybe if he coaxes Xiao Jungu to be happy, the other party will fulfill himself, without asking What, at least don't deliberately suppress him, let him develop in music.

But he immediately gave up on this idea - he couldn't do it, just imagining it was disgusting and unacceptable, he didn't have such good acting skills, he could flatter a person he hated to the bone.

Christmas is finally here. This traditional festival originated from the West is becoming more and more popular in China every year.

The square in the city center is crowded with people, because a grand celebration is being held here. The five-story Christmas tree is full of colorful decorations, colorful balloons and ribbons, floating in waves of cheers from people.

Zhang Weidong waited in the background for two hours, and finally it was his turn to take the stage - today he can sing a song on stage, although it is not a song he composed, but at least it is a song he chose.It has been too long since he sang in public, because Xiao Jun refused to give him this opportunity, so it was not until he officially stepped on the stage that he felt at ease in his heart.

When the music started, Zhang Weidong's hand holding the microphone even trembled a little. He took a deep breath to adjust his breathing.

Suddenly, someone rushed up to the stage, rushed up to Zhang Weidong, and threw a whole bucket of red paint at him!

At such a close distance, Zhang Weidong had nowhere to hide—the paint was bright red, sticky, and had a pungent smell, all of which were all over his face and body. From a distance from the auditorium, it looked like A scary blood man!