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Yue Chen and Xiong Ping stood at the door, seeing Lin Kaikai kneeling in front of the desk, they could only see his back, wriggling, kneeling and licking.

The object of kneeling and licking is not some naked beauty, but a computer.

It is a mid-tower case with a black matte finish. The UFO-shaped front version is extremely majestic. The logo on the top is shiny. It is a dazzling alien logo. It looks at Yue Chen and Xiong Ping coldly.

"Alienware Aurora R4!" Lin Kaikai excitedly caressed the pure black mechanical keyboard with his paws. "Razer Black Widow Ultimate Edition! Oh my god, my god!" He moved closer to the mouse with the frosted case. "Purgatory Adder!" trembling fingers touched it. "Oh, the general board is symmetrical. I said why it's so strange. It turns out that it's the kind used by left-handed people..."

Yue Chen's face darkened, this was the first time he had seen the live-action kneeling and licking the screen.He knocked on the door panel with hatred. "Don't do that. Lin Kaikai, you won't be able to compensate for the saliva dripping on it."

Immersed in the otaku who can see the domineering and cool AlienFX lighting effects if I turn it on, he was poured cold water in time, and retracted his index finger that was stretching towards the power button.He just lost his mind for a while, and turned on the machine without the owner's consent. This kind of thing is indeed wretched.He knew that the friendship between the owner of this computer and Yuechen was far from enough to allow the former roommate of the new roommate to drive a desktop computer like an alien.

But he didn't know, later, Yuechen's friendship with the computer owner reached the point where it didn't matter for him, his former roommate, to dismantle the case of the alien and throw the monitor with the parts to play with.

"This is a local tyrant." The otaku's eyes lit up, and he wiped his saliva. "It's the technology that assembles the machine with the best performance. If you just assemble it like this, you're a fool with so much money and no place to throw it away!"

"Xiong Ping, who is the other party?" Yue Chen keenly felt an indescribable strangeness.People who can afford such high-end goods don't have the money to live in high-end bachelor apartments?You want to live in this small apartment with me?

"Ah, I'm going back to catch up on the thesis of Lady Kikyo, Xiao Linzi, let's go." Xiong Ping was chilled by Yue Chen's glance, and he dragged the obsessed Lin Kaikai away.Walking out of the room, he called Zhang Ronghui, who had been watching the show with his hands on the sidelines, and fled without hesitation. When he reached the door, he hurriedly opened the door and slipped away.

With the support of idols, Xiong Fan's courage is really getting bigger and bigger.

Absolutely.Yue Chen narrowed his eyes, his words were threatening. "How dare you step out of that—"

Before the door could be spoken, the door was slammed mercilessly, leaving only myself in the empty enclosed space.Yuechen gritted his teeth. "Xiong Ping, you're so cowardly, you dare to fight against me."

In the middle of gnashing his teeth, the doorbell rang. Yue Chen was originally helped by Xiong Ping to the door of the bedroom, but now he was helpless, his crutches were still far away from the sofa, so he simply jumped over and opened the door.

"Why, you realized your mistake so quickly?" When you opened the door, the cynicism that you had to come back obediently stopped immediately, and the joking face changed into a cold guard. "It's you?"

Standing outside the door was Zhang Ronghui, looking at him sternly behind his gentle glasses.He didn't like that look, which was as sharp as a poisonous snake.

"I forgot my key in the living room."

Yue Chen jumped to the side to get out of the way.

"Shall I help you in?"

"No need." Refusing without thinking, Yue Chen turned around, hopped awkwardly towards the sofa with one foot, and threw the cold back of the person behind him as usual, not seeing the repressed enthusiasm in the other's eyes.

It was an unattainable tulip, still melancholy and proud, but now he was injured, a scar was cut on the soft stem, exuding fresh and tender nutrient juice, in order to heal the wound, the protective thorn no longer has any attack sex.The flower bud lowers its head, slightly bent and weak.

It was enough for him to reach out and twist it, and it was easily broken and fell from the branch at a high speed.

The door slammed shut again, echoing with a hostile silence.Hearing heavy footsteps behind him, Yuechen turned his head vigilantly, but was knocked to the ground by the body rushing towards him.

When his injured foot hit the floor, Yue Chen let out a muffled snort, his face turned pale, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead due to the pain. "what are you doing!"

"Yuechen, don't you look down on homosexuality? That basketball player can satisfy you? I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, don't worry, I can satisfy you too..." Pressing Yuechen's arm roughly, lying down, Zhang Ronghui The obscene words murmured close to his ears, and the hot air he exhaled swelled on the inner side of the ear, like a poisonous snake swimming against the skin after steaming, causing Yuechen's body to tremble with nausea. "I really want to tear off your eternally indifferent face, I want to see your poisonous little mouth swallow my things, I want to see your face being inserted into crying and begging for mercy..."

"□□Ancestor!" The flush of anger stained his fair cheeks, and he had never met anyone who dared to say such disgusting words in front of him. "My surname is Zhang, if I don't cut you off, I won't cut off your lifeblood and put it in my own mouth, I won't have a surname—ah!"

Instead of holding down his two hands with one hand, the free hand pressed gently on the bandaged ankle.Physiologically, the powerless feeling that hurts to the bone marrow, like ants gnawed, hollowed out the spine, gnawed until Yuechen's mental threading almost collapsed, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were already bloodshot.

"How did you beat me up? You thought you could beat me up like that day? Ugh!"

Zhang Ronghui didn't expect that suppressing Yue Chen with one hand would still underestimate his ability. The boy's bloodless face was wrinkled and almost distorted due to the severe pain, but he still broke free from the oppression of his single hand and got a free hand. Grabbing his neck, the first force was a suffocation as cold and hard as ten mechanical iron claws, as ruthless as a ghost's life, almost making him lose consciousness.

It's a pity that the stamina was obviously lacking in strength, Zhang Ronghui's hand retaliated and pinched the fragile ankle hard.

"Fuck!" If he had an ax handy, he would have chopped off the bastard first, and then his own foot.Breaking the whole line won't be as heartbreaking as it is now!The lips were so painful that blood came out from the bite, the skin was dry and peeled, the wound was not small, the red and hot liquid broke through the skin, and flowed very slowly along the delicate and thin jaw, making the complexion more transparent and pale, and the root blood vessels were clear visible.

The vision was too strong, like a piece of white paper being splashed with bright red paint, Zhang Ronghui lowered his head like a demon, and stretched out his tongue nervously to lick.The greasy tongue sticks to the upper and lower chin, and slowly slides down against the skin with morbid piety, licking the blood dripping from the rolling Adam's apple.

There is a violent jump under the tip of the tongue, and the only warmth in this person is on the taste buds. Zhang Ronghui closed his eyes, the darkness made this feeling more vivid, and a sigh of satisfaction escaped his heavy breathing.

"Look, Yuechen, I am so satisfied with this kind of touch... For you, I not only covet you, I long for you, I love you, if you want, I can regard you as my everything..."

The Adam's apple under the tip of the tongue moved, and a suppressed and weird laugh escaped from Yuechen's mouth. Zhang Ronghui opened his eyes from the intoxication, and looked obsessively into the pair of eyes that were close at hand.The hazel pupils are deeply mocking, and the corners of the squinted eyes are filled with a touch of red, and this kind of provocation has become a coquettish style.

"Is this enough? Is it soft? Are you impotent?"

The provocative language made Zhang Ronghui startled. Those thin bright red lips were the seduction of the devil's depravity. They were gently opened, revealing the fine white teeth inside. Inside, there was a tongue that was about to be opened and not exposed. When it reached a little pink tip, it shrank back...

The lower body is already swollen to the point of pain, no!Yes want more!Zhang Ronghui's hands pressing his wrists moved to Yuechen's lower abdomen in a mysterious way, and his hot fingers touched under the wrinkled clothes that rolled up to his waist, and rubbed them carefully. The exposed delicate skin was like cold and warm jade...

The three of Xiong Ping walked to the elevator entrance. Zhang Ronghui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said that the key had left in the living room. He turned around and went back. When the stick hit him, he jumped up and begged for mercy.

You can't blame me either, now I tell you that the other party is not someone else, but Gu Ye who you have put on face, you must kick me down the fifth floor first, and then you have to climb out by yourself.If I can't cure you, Master Gu can't cure you?Taking a ten thousand step back, I'm also doing it for your own good. Your broken aesthetics, which even Gu Ye looks down on, have been divorced from the public to the point of outrage. They are willing to reform you, sublimate you, and turn you into an ordinary person. He is also popular with all kinds of people, not just limited to little girls, empty rich women or weird boys, you have to accept it obediently.

With this thought in mind, Xiong Ping walked out of the building. After going through it, he was sure that he was right, and finally heard the same question asked by Lin Kaikai for the Nth time. "Xiong Ping, who is Yue Chen's roommate you are looking for? Is it easy to get along with? I want to be friends with the local tyrant."

Xiong Ping pointed out Lin Kaikai's improper use of words with an extremely serious expression. "Don't use such a vulgar title as a local tyrant. He is Gao Fu Shuai. No, the word Gao Fu Shuai is also very vulgar now. He is a handsome young man."

Have you opened your mind, or have you become obsessed with Nalan Rongruo recently?Pianpian Zhuoshijia young master?These days, I have only seen people who do not risk their lives to increase their wages.Lin Kaikai complained in his heart, but obediently corrected him very spinelessly. "I want to be friends with Mr. Pianpian Zhuo Shijia."

At this moment, a black Maybach 62S turned from far to near, turned a corner, and drove into the underground parking lot of the building.

Xiong Ping's eyes lit up.He snapped his fingers and patted Lin Kaikai on the back. "Young Master Jia is there, you (us) go hug your thigh!" Before the other party could react, he had already moved over.

After parking in the parking space, the young man with sunglasses got out of the car. Today he was wearing very simple clothes, a white shirt and a pair of whitish jeans.However, he buttoned his clothes tightly and meticulously, locked the car, and seeing Xiong Ping running towards him, he couldn't help but smile, showing his neat white teeth, took off his sunglasses, and walked towards him at a faster pace.

The Maybach logo on the arrow-shaped engine hood, the crossed double M, is wrapped in a spherical triangle, which symbolizes elegance and nobility. Mr. Zhuo Shijia passes through a row of chrome-plated cooling grilles at the front, one person and one model, as if they are framed in the same painting. The temperament is close and fit.

Lin Kaikai looked over from afar and was instantly blinded.For the first time, I feel that Xiong Ping's words are so precise, the kind of target that hits the red heart ten meters away, even the professor of literature can't fault it!

"Master Gu!" Xiong Ping fawned over him with a look of sincerity and fear, as soon as this guy was in front of his idol, he changed from a pussy to a child.Be nice and obedient.

"Who is this?" Gu Zeyan felt that the eyes of the strange thin boy next to him were a little too explicit and fiery.

"Tu... Pianpian... No! Hello, hello. My name is Lin Kaikai, and I'm Xiong Ping's roommate. I moved here today for Yuechen. I think you have decorated your new home with special taste..." Lin Kaikai's eloquence made people Xiong Ping was dumbfounded.Otaku also have such a proactive side?I really don't know whether it was the aliens who made him pick up the integrity, or Gu Ye's own charm conquered him.

After being hung up by Yuechen, Gu Zeyan was willing to condescendingly move into the shared apartment, and even colluded with Xiong Ping to deceive him, so naturally he had his own considerations.

As for the boy surnamed Yue, he did have the idea of ​​revenge at first, but after hearing what the other person said outside the ward, he changed his mind.

A person hates him because he is inferior to him in everything. Isn't this kind of hatred a kind of abnormal recognition?Rather than trampling him down and begging for mercy, as Xiong Ping said, influence him and make him willingly look up at him with adoring eyes.

What does this conquest mean?Gu Zeyan classified it as a kind of lion's taming of stray dogs barking at him. It was not pity or attention, but just to satisfy his own desire to conquer. Ashamed, I have always taken it for granted that the king's decency certainly cannot be provoked.

Imagining that kid showing shy red eyes to himself like Xiong Ping at the end, he became in a good mood, and pressed the floor elevator with vaguely excited anticipation.

While touching his waist with the damned hand and climbing up, Yue Chen's liberated hand raised and stretched to the side, just reaching the height of the tea table, holding the edge of the vase with the irises in it.The blunt corner of the bottle aimed at the fragile temple and stabbed fiercely, the kind that would kill someone.

His eyes went dark, and he fainted briefly.Zhang Ronghui couldn't help but let go of his imprisoned hands.The body of the bottle is tilted, and the water pours down from above like a shallow waterfall. The people below have wet hair, wet eyes, and wet arms.

Yuechen kicked away the half of his body covering him with his only good foot, and he had no strength to stand up. The height of the vase could not be broken if dropped on the wooden floor. Split into irregular pieces.

The first piece of broken porcelain full of hatred touched the face of the man who was still a little dizzy and hadn't recovered. Yuechen's fiery eyes were like a giant blade, vowing to cut this person to pieces. The blood dripping from the poke.

Cruel and carefree strokes, extremely detailed, slow, and profound, like a carving technique, with the end being crushed heavily, a red mark of several centimeters was left across Zhang Ronghui's cheekbones, the flesh rolled up, and the blood stains were like red paint on the wall A word was painted on the top, and a stroke was horizontally crossed. After a while, the vertical, vertical, and dense residual paint of different lengths dripped vertically.

The expression of instant pain, the stiff nerves, the suffering that distorted the face as if it had been put in a frying pan.

Looking at the blood dripping on his hand in disgust, he threw it away, picked up the second piece, and moved closer to touch the dizzy and half-closed eyeball.

"Go on." The tone was cold to the bone, without ups and downs. It was definitely not a provocation, but a firm threat.

"Don't you want to fuck me? You bastard, open your dog eyes."

When the eyeballs touched the sharp point, Zhang Ronghui didn't dare to open them, endured the severe pain and shrank back, retreated some distance before he dared to open them, and looked at Yuechen in fear.The two moved a little far away, but Yue Chen crawled over, he was climbing with his hands supporting him, moving inch by inch, like the god of death approaching with a sickle on his shoulder.

"I said, if I don't cut off your lifeblood and stuff it in your mouth, I won't be named Yue. But you just don't believe it." The statement that is close to neurotic, under the plainness, contains the madness that can die with the other party.

The bodies of the two approached again, Yue Chen supported Zhang Ronghui with one hand, leaned forward, and raised his hand, the second fragment swam away like a python, enjoying the violent trembling that the body dared not move, like a doctor dissecting a corpse Usually gestures carefully, slowly, from the chest, to the abdomen, and then down——

The sound of the keyhole turning came from the door, which was especially clear in this tomb-like dead space.

The two disheveled people looked at the door subconsciously, looking at the neatly dressed man, they were quite a bit scuffled, the ragged pariah saw the ridiculousness of a decent nobleman.

Yuechen's mind went blank, why was it him?Why is it him!

Despair, deeper than being violated, flooded my chest like a tide, and the most embarrassing side was exposed to the most resistant people...

"Help me..." Zhang Ronghui made a low voice as if he was begging for help.He didn't dare to make a loud noise, the deadly piece of porcelain was only a few inches away from his root, like the sword of Damocles, hanging above, ready to chop off at any time.

The person who came looked at the door for a few seconds, first slowly changed into light blue cotton house slippers, and then came over, stopped in front of the two people on the ground, looked down at the angle of the two untouchables, like a judge making the final verdict .

"Didn't I teach you that if you kill someone, you won't see blood."

His eyes fell on the scattered blood on the floor, and his low, calm voice sounded somewhat dissatisfied.It sounded in the quiet living room, it was even more inhuman than Yuechen's.

This is not a judge, this is a devil more terrifying than a murderer!

Zhang Ronghui raised his head in horror, that condescending, elegant face.Because of some tension, the outstandingly handsome facial features were a little more ruthless.This expression is difficult to define, it is like a gentle person showing a cold expression, and a cold person showing a gentle expression.

The young man slightly bent his knees, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Ronghui's collar was lifted involuntarily.The hand didn't loosen at all. When he turned around, he pulled the collar clockwise ninety degrees. The wrinkled breasts made him almost stick out his tongue and roll his eyes. He struggled to loosen the collar, but he was already twisted and dragged a few meters away. The bloodstains along the road are speckled, forming a curved line.

The young man stepped forward like a sack, and put the person towards the door with long legs. Finally, he let go of his fingers, pushed open the half-hidden door, and then inserted his fingers into his trouser pockets neatly. Following the human-shaped sack with a blushing face and thick ears, Zhang Ronghui still felt as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle. His gaze was obviously elegant, but it seemed that he had stripped off his underwear layer by layer, making him feel uncomfortable. Feel ashamed.

As if the appraisal had finally been completed, the young man's eyes felt a little regretful of looking at the rubbish that had rotted overnight.One foot in a slipper dangled up, touched the crotch of the person who was struggling to get up, rubbed it, stepped back a few steps, and took a penalty kick in the penalty area of ​​the World Cup final He had to make a decisive move, kicked hard, stronger than Yue Chen's unsuccessful kick on Luo Ting's birthday, and even worse, he kicked him out of the gate smoothly.

A cold snort is the greatest humiliation to a man. "It's a little small, what kind of man is it? Go fuck yourself."

This kick was simply a kick flying through the goal, making the net tremble endlessly. The humanoid football rolled a few times and hit the corner of the corridor outside. The pain was unbearable, the lifeblood seemed to be broken, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The last sentence before passing out from the pain was like a line in a movie where a gangster was beaten and threatened to take revenge. It was similar to reporting his name. , you wait for me.

"You... who are you?"

The young man slammed the door, and the voice he left behind echoed in the quiet corridor for several seconds with an irresistible majesty.

"I am the master of this house."