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Yes, but that person can only be him.

Did not say this sentence, just like at that time, said "I like you" and "I love you" to He Lu countless times, repeatedly emphasizing that even if it is an ice cube, it should be melted by him. But He Lu didn't care about what he should do, and he was never moved by him.

He Lu laughed self-deprecatingly upon hearing Song Qi's response. If he could have it, why did Song Qi disturb his life?

For Song Qi, He Lu has a very complicated mood, and he may never forget this person in his life, but if he really wants to be together, like an ordinary family, the chances are almost zero.

There will be no results, and I don't want to start it, but I still can't control it at that time. I thought about ending this abnormal relationship earlier, but the development of the situation couldn't be controlled by him, and I gradually developed nostalgia. Seven or eight years younger than him, but like a weak woman, she was bewitched by that kind of empty talk.

Song Qi's feelings for him are like a net, once he is captured, he can no longer escape.

He Lu stood up, because of yesterday's rough sex, his legs were still a little unsteady, he hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time, and even the number of times he masturbated was pitifully rare, because when it touched his desire, Song Qi can't help but come to mind.

Being gently caressed, lingeringly kissed, and filled with emptiness all reminded him that although his body could harden, the way he relieved his desire was deeply imprinted by Song Qi.

"You are injured, I bought medicine and put it on the bed." Song Qi opened his mouth, breaking the original silence in the air.

"..." He Lu didn't reply. He couldn't tell about the injury. Under normal circumstances, he is not a person who would abuse his body. The medicine will definitely be applied, otherwise he won't be able to go to work tomorrow. This The month is thirty, and there are still two days before the end of the month.

Song Qi has a family and still pesters him endlessly. Sooner or later he will be the one who is out. No matter in terms of morality or emotion, he doesn't have any advantages.

He Lu is very clear, he feels the future is more and more bleak, and he doesn't want to experience the ups and downs of life anymore.I just want to be safe, to have a relationship that can be recognized by others.

When He Lu returned to the bedroom, he found that Song Bu had followed him in, and his expression was slightly embarrassed. He couldn't apply medicine in front of Song Qi, it was too embarrassing. He is a very thin-skinned person, and Song Bu would avoid it when he knew it. But now, Song Qi would watch whoever he was, and trample on his poor self-esteem with his eyes.

"Can you go out first?" He Lu whispered. He didn't know how long Song Qi would stay at his house. There was still a untied rope beside the bed, and the nail clippers were not put away because of the rush.

All these struggles are in vain.

"I have done it so many times, what are you afraid of? I have not only seen it, but also entered it."

He Lu frowned slightly, and did not move for a long time. After a few seconds, he said slowly, "I will not have any contact with her in the future, and the work of the convenience store will end at the end of the month."

"I can let you out of this door, even if it is a gift to you, when you return to H City, you will not have the opportunity to go out, and those messy people, the relationship should be broken." The latter sentence Jia Qi almost gritted his teeth and said the words.

Although those text messages were all very ordinary greetings, and they didn't talk about outrageous topics, but thinking of He Lu's contact with Xiao Che during the time when He Lu left him, he wished He Lu could never get out of bed again.

It seems that only when two people are extremely lingering, will they feel close to He Lu, and now they speak with a smell of medicine that may erupt at any time.

"..." I don't know how to answer Song Qi's words, he is a person, not an object.

When he was silent, Song Qi walked up to him, picked up the ointment on the table, "Lie down."

"..." He Lu looked extremely embarrassed.

"I don't want your place to be unhealed when I do it next time." Song Qi said again, before He Lu could reply, he put He Lu's body on the bed, felt the man's weak struggle, and picked up the The handcuffs thrown on the bed were locked again.

Let He Lu put his hands behind his back.

He Lu's originally pale face was flushed red by this series of actions. At that time, he was alone in the bedroom when he applied the medicine, and he closed the door deeply.

The previous loose clothes were left beside the bed, and the clothes themselves were barely worn, so they were stripped off after a few strokes. Seeing that the body under the fabric was full of traces made by himself, Song Qi rudely said The movements gradually become gentler.

The process of applying the medicine was an incomparable torment for He Lu, and he clearly felt that his body was being torn apart again.

Because Song Qi had his hands behind his back, he could only lie on the bed, bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, the wound that was broken and crusted yesterday was bleeding again, and the smell of rust filled his mouth. The people behind moved extremely slowly, He Lu had no time to take care of other things, and couldn't see Song Bu's expression clearly.

Last night, all Song Qi thought was to hurt this person so that He Lu would remember him. In fact, he was not as hard-hearted as he imagined.

Where He Lu can't see, there will be expressions that shouldn't be shown.

After the medicine was finished, he helped He Lu put on his clothes, and saw that He Lu was closing his eyes tightly, his eyelashes were wet, and there was bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't want to push He Lu too hard, but if he didn't, He Lu would leave him, so he would rather be a villain all the time.

The warm lips glued together, Song Qi licked the blood from the corner of He Lu's mouth clean by kissing, Shu Bo's hand behind his back was not released.

This kiss is both familiar and unfamiliar, with a faint smell of tobacco in his mouth, dispelling the rusty smell of blood. He Lu knows that Song Qi smokes, and the few times he and Song Qi just kissed before, they all smelled of tobacco, because Working in the office all year round, no one smokes in the environment he comes into contact with, so he tries to reject this smell. Later, when he kisses, there is no smell of tobacco.It seems that Song Qi's smoking frequency has also become less.

Unable to refuse, being held firmly in the back of the head, unable to even turn to the beginning, passively endured.

Maybe...that's what he misses too.

No one can say for sure about feelings, most of them are plain love that can flow for a long time, too vigorous, and the flame can burn out in a short time.

He Lu likes to be plain, and what Song Qi gave him was too hot, but this kind of hotness, is it not the resonance deep in his heart.

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