The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

"Well..." A low muffled sound sounded, Gu Xingge raised his head, his back became like a bowstring, a few physiological tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and his brows knitted together.

It seems like the master is doing something unclear.

In fact, Gu Xingge, who couldn't help but hum because of the pain in his feet, wiped the last bit of medicinal oil, opened his lips, and exhaled a long breath.

The red lips under the plump lips opened a shallow slit.

Hot and moist breath came out of his mouth. He wiped the sweat from his painful forehead and thought about it:

The body seems to be extra emotional, whether it's the tears that easily come out or the sweat that easily causes hot flashes.

Obviously I have cried so many times because of my incontinence, but the next time I get emotional, water drops still seem to fall out.

His long eyelashes were curled up, and Gu Xingge looked at the wound on the sole of his foot with embarrassment.

It was a four-centimeter-long gash, which directly cut into broken layers on the pink and white soles of the feet, and the pink flesh that turned out was shocking.

In fact, he didn't need to be injured.

Qi Hanchuan planned to take Gu Xingge into the room and let Gu Xingge change clothes.

Gu Xingge, who had finally regained his composure at that time, suddenly remembered what Huang Mao had said in disbelief, "Man?"

It’s like questioning your own gender!

And before, in the urban area of ​​C city, Qi Hanchuan's "delicate" words filled Gu Xingge's little mind with overwhelming force, making him confused with anger.

squeamish?

Gu Xingge felt a little angry in his heart, he really didn't want to be looked down upon!

He is a grown man, how can he be squeamish? !

Gu Xingge didn't want to be led by someone all the time, nor did he want to hear something terrible and shameful say from the other person's mouth in the next second.

After he struggled to free himself, the soles of his feet were punctured by the sharp branches of a dead tree under the sharp ice and snow.

It hurt so much that Gu Xingge forced himself to stand up. His clear eyes were so beautiful in the ice and snow. Even if he was wrapped in a quilt, he still looked very beautiful.

Especially the pain at the end of the eye is red, and the way he is holding on to his temper is like a ferocious and non-threatening little milk beast.

What few people had not seen clearly was that the little boy nestled in the boss's arms was now standing on the ice wrapped in a quilt.

There was a trace of suppressed anger in those clear eyes. He stared at the yellow hair and glared quietly.

It's you.

It's you, the bad guy, who was looking at my feet just now! !

"That's right, what's so good about a boy's feet!!"

Gu Xingge angrily faced the man and repeated Qi Hanchuan's words.

Huang Mao's eyes were straightened by this glare. He lowered his eyes covertly. He didn't know why, but he was so embarrassed.

Why, how can a boy look like this?

I can't describe it, I just feel that this boy is soft, fragrant, and his skin is white.

Is he losing his temper?

Huang Ping'an couldn't help swallowing his saliva, endured his throbbing, and spat.

Not just a man.

She's not a woman, so why are she throbbing? !

He smiled and said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Look at the man, he won't lose a piece of meat."

As he said that, he stared at it deliberately again.

Pink and white, the toes and ankles protrude a little, very delicate.

I stood on the ice with my bare feet, and those feet looked like good food.

Gu Xingge couldn't help but curl up his toes because he was being watched.

Huang Mao's eyes stared straighter.

Huang Ping'an has a dirty mind.

How come these legs are so long that they poke people’s hearts?

He wanted to hold it and kiss it twice. It's just a pity...it's a man. Why is it a man?

He doesn't fuck with men.

Huang Ping'an felt a little regret in his heart, and his eyes couldn't stop staring at the feet.

The fat man patted his shoulder and showed a narrow smile when he looked at him.

"Later, I'll show you something good."

Huang Mao's mind was instantly aroused. What good stuff?

Qi Hanchuan put a cold face on his face and directly carried the person on his shoulders.

Gu Xingge was so frightened that he clutched the clothes around the man's shoulders, and his face turned slightly pale.

Qi Hanchuan quickly checked the wound, and his eyes instantly became sharper.

"What can you do?"

"Why, do you want to hurt yourself in exchange for mercy and sympathy from me?"

His eyes swept around the people around him. He suppressed his voice and anger and scolded in Gu Xingge's ear: "Israel's method of serving people can no longer be used. Are you going to win my pity by getting hurt?"

Qi Hanchuan sneered, "Don't worry about it, your thoughts are of no use to me."

What's the fuss?

What to gain sympathy?

Gu Xingge couldn't bear it any longer, and his face was covered with a thin flush of anger. Gu Xingge bit Qi Hanchuan's shoulder!

Is this male protagonist sick? !

Qi Hanchuan, who was suddenly bitten by the little canary, slowly turned his face, the look in his eyes was cold, obscure and scary.