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

"Brother, look you're done fighting."

"But I haven't started yet, what do you think we should do?" The man asked Gu Xingge with a low smile, "Also, what did you think of that made the battle end so quickly?"

Gu Xingge: "..."

The 19-year-old boy lowered his eyes slightly, and his mind was blank. He listened to himself and said: "I was thinking about what to do above. Then... you know what happened. It's really embarrassing." "

He watched the man touch the drawstring on his pants, and how could he not know what the other man was doing.

Gu Xingge listened to himself with dull eyes, and said very shamefully: "I was inexperienced just now! I want... to do it again! This time, it will definitely not be so embarrassing."

The man's hand holding the drawstring paused, looked at him again, and said with a smile: "You are really... you are still a very greedy baby. Will you be addicted?"

The leader brother was talking while helping the human brother obediently.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the little greedy cat.

Shi Minling got his wish and saw his human brother crying somewhere else.

It's just that this place is a little too simple.

He looked around.

Gu Xingge's other hand was never let go.

In the hazy sight, vague and hazy thoughts appeared in Gu Xingge's mind. He looked at his blood-stained hand. The young man's voice was soft and he said, "Can you let go of my hand?"

Shi Minling didn't say anything, but just held the boy's hand tighter.

Gu Xingge didn't know if this was some special hobby of the other party.

His voice softened slightly, like a coquettish little beast. Gu Xingge said, "I want to touch your face."

Gu Xingge just wanted to verify a guess.

The sticky hand that was tightly held finally had a chance to be let go.

The interlocked hands were loosened.

The sweaty hand was raised slightly and touched the person's face. Gu Xingge stared at the other person's face. His hand touched the other person's face. Gu Xingge said nothing. The soul is still in the clouds.

His hand slid down the person's face and touched the person's neck as if powerlessly. His fingertips touched the hot butterfly tattoo.

Gu Xingge mumbled the two names in his heart.

Shi Mingling.

Shi Mingling.

He felt the heat from the butterfly tattoo getting even hotter, and even his fingertips seemed to be burning red.

Shi Mingling looked at the young man's expression with fascination and deepness.

Look at his uncontrollability, look at the back of his eyes, look at his mouth that is slightly open because he can't control it.

He even ignored his sister's noisy and sinister voice.

"He's calling my name at this time, brother. Do you think you're not working hard enough, or is he thinking of something else?"

"That's right. That Qi Hanchuan has already killed Brother Fu."

After the words fell, Shi Mingling paused, "I know."

Brother Fu whom he controls.

Of course he knew that the other party had been killed.

On the other side, Qi Hanchuan, who killed Brother Fu, walked outside through the wind and snow.

His eyebrows were cold and emotionless, and he only looked in the direction of the E1 venue where Gu Xingge was.

With a stern head and a cold face, he uttered two words hoarsely from his lips: "Baby."

The annoying control stuff has been butchered.

Those dark gray eyes with a hint of blue were aimed in the direction of Gu Xingge: "Now, we are safe."

Walk past Brother Fu's body.

But his feet seemed to be caught by something.

His progress paused.

Qi Hanchuan tilted his head slightly and stared at the rose ring on the ground.

It was the ring that rolled out of Brother Fu's pocket.

Stained with Brother Fu's blood.

Qi Hanchuan glanced at it carelessly, and when he was about to continue walking, he suddenly noticed a rose ring on his finger.

I vaguely knew that this seemed to be a relic of my mother.

I saw the ring on the ground again.

Another thought popped into my head.

It seems to be a pair.

Qi Hanchuan, who was controlled by his mate brain, instinctively learned to please his mate.

A scene of two people wearing rings automatically came to mind. This means that these two people are locked to each other.

It's a pair.

The man with a cold face slowly blinked his eyes and raised his thin lips into a smile.

"To the baby."

So, he wants to pick up the rose ring on the ground.

Then give the same ring to your partner.

The baby is his locked companion.