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

Gu Xingge's mind kept flashing all the plots in the article he had read before, and he went through the story of the occupied area over and over again. He was breathing unsteadily, and his fingers finally grabbed the other person's white sweater jacket uncontrollably.

He didn't know why the other party suddenly stopped moving, but it was precisely because of his inaction that he was able to breathe.

He breathed hard, and the eyelashes of his eyes were already sticky with water.

It would be good if it could be delayed like this. He doesn't want to bully others, nor does he want to be bullied.

But it was obvious that the other party's eyes soon fell on Gu Xingge's face. Knowing that Gu Xingge was afraid of getting dirty, he didn't touch his eyes.

Shi Minling said with a smile: "Brother, how come you breathed a sigh of relief so quickly?"

Gu Xingge didn't say anything because he felt the other party's abuse getting worse and he didn't let him go.

Finally, the man saw tears that satisfied him.

Gu Xingge's vision was blurry, and his hand slipped from the white sweater and hung at his side.

The young man in a black coat was nestled in the man's arms. His other leg was finally on the ground, but there was an extra hand on his waist.

His eyes dropped slightly, and the man laughed again.

Shi Minling leaned closer, listened to his rapid breathing, brushed her lips against the tears at the end of his eyes, and was very satisfied with the result he had caused.

Tasting the taste of tears on her tongue, her eyes narrowed slightly.

The next second, Shi Minling stared silently at the knife across his neck, stabbing it inwardly.

Who would have thought that the young man would actually take a very familiar knife at his undefended moment, place it on his fatal weakness, and stab it in.

But, so excited.

So happy.

Gu Xingge stared at the other person in stunned silence, not feeling sad at all, and even moved closer to him.

Shi Minling heard the scream from his sister, "Fuck your dad, are you fucking crazy? You want to die and don't take me with you!"

Gu Xingge's face was stained. It was the man who touched the blood on his neck, and finally casually placed his fingertips on the boy's face.

That bright touch of his own blood ignited a magnificent color on the young man's face, making his face even more beautiful.

The pretty little boy's eyes were still misty, and he didn't know whether it was from being frightened, stimulated, or because of fear.

Only Gu Xingge himself knew that he had all three situations.

Gu Xingge's fingertips were trembling, but he still used almost all his strength not to move the knife away from the man's neck.

He felt the other party hugging him tighter, and the man's lips slowly rubbed against the boy's temples. He admitted with a low smile: "I'm really, really excited."

The braids he tied by his own hands made a tinkling sound as the man bent down, which was the sound of bells.

"You have finally come this far."

Gu Xingge listened blankly as the leader brother said:

"I'm a pervert. I thought of many ways to die, and the last one I thought of was... to let you kill me."

"Ever since you took the initiative to kill Huang Mao with a knife, I have been thinking about when you will reach this point."

He had always thought about what it would be like for this ordinary, pretty and polite little boy to take the initiative to kill someone with a knife one day.

Until he saw that scene with his own eyes.

I saw with my own eyes the hot blood trampling on the young man's face.

The man laughed softly. The blood on his neck had completely stained the white sweater on his body. It was bloody, but he didn't care at all.

"There's just something I want to know. The baby is really smart, so were those emotional breakdowns just now done by the baby?"

Gu Xingge said: "No."

Those emotions are real.

It's true emotionally too.

The fear is real too.

All of that is true... His mind is really very small, and he only has one purpose for living.