Forbidden color

There was only the sound of long breathing in the room, swimming around like a snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"...Do you want me to go?" It took a long time for Wen Sirin to speak out, his voice was hoarse, as if he had been burned by a fire, "then no one cares what you do with Xu Qingyang anymore, right?"

Wen Sitian closed his eyes in despair, he knew that Wen Sirin was going to start humiliating him again, and described his behavior as a frivolous young man who didn't know his self-respect, he didn't know what the problem was, and Wen Sirin spared no effort to give it to him. Label yourself "casual" and "slutty".

He stood on the spot and waited for Wen Sirin to approach, he held his jaw with his hand and forced him to look up.The smell of alcohol sprayed on his face, he didn't want to move, he thought numbly, if Wen Sirin likes it, it doesn't matter if he kills him.

"It's only a few days, and you can't wait to dedicate your life to him. I'm not here, what else are you going to do?" Wen Sirin was so strong that he almost crushed him, "You like him so much ?”

"What are you doing...you won't be satisfied with whatever I do, right?" Wen Sitian smiled, tears piled up on Wen Silin's mouth, "You can't bear to go to bed, you can't bear to kiss, Hand in hand, do you also think I am casual?

"You... you obviously... and Yan Qing..."

"...Or, you don't like Xu Qingyang? Want me to change someone?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his silent emotions were like boiling water, gradually began to tumbling, he tried to forcefully push away Wen Sirin's grip on his hand with both hands, and couldn't help himself and started talking nonsense: "Then let's go find it now, You find someone you like, let him come to me in a way you are satisfied with, and when you are relieved, you can go to Germany."

The last calm person in the room was also mad.

His words were tantamount to adding fuel to the flames. It seemed that the few nerves in Wen Sirin's brain that were not controlled by alcohol had been burned, making him hideous. His beast-like eyes stared at Wen Sitian's neck, and the beast's teeth darkened. Bite, as if picking an angle to bite.

Wen Sitian tried his best to break free from his shackles and pull the doorknob. His hands shook so badly that it took him a long time to unscrew the door. He ran out for two steps and then turned back to look at Wen Sirin from the dark corridor, his eyes were full of pain emotions.

Standing in the hallway, Wen Sirin clenched her jaw tightly, as if releasing an invisible tongue of fire to sweep towards Wen Sitian, trying to catch him back, her eyes were full of scarlet madness.

But Wen Sitian suddenly rushed back by himself, pushed Wen Sirin with all his strength, and shouted unbearably: "What do you think you want! You don't want to fuck me yourself, and you don't want others to fuck me, I will You want to sleep with someone else, and you dislike me, obviously you asked me to do it! You framed me, and you don't make sense at all..."

Wen Sirin was staggered half a step by his push, bumped into the cabinet, the glass vase shook twice, and fell to their feet, the glass shards and hydroponic plants scattered all over the floor, leaving the hall in a mess.

"How did you become like this...Brother...I'm afraid..."

Wen Sitian cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, he finished shouting in a breakdown, and with a timid expression, he sobbed and grabbed Wen Silin's T-shirt, and wrapped his trembling hands around his waist.

Who else could he turn to for protection?His elder brother suddenly changed from a stuffed toy with a wide embrace to a bush of thorns, and he could only ask Wen Sirin for help, even though he knew it would make him drenched with blood.

Wen Sirin didn't shake him off as he expected, he hugged him slowly, pressed him to the position of his heart, let him listen to his rumbling heartbeat.

"I don't want others to fuck you, and I don't want others to kiss you. Why do you have to let others into your body?"

Wen Sirin spoke slowly, her voice was low and cold, with a long sigh, like a sleeping demon just waking up.

The cold words came from the top of his head, Wen Sitian shuddered, he had never heard such an accent from Wen Silin, what was he going to do?He anxiously wanted to struggle to get out, but was firmly imprisoned by Wen Sirin in his arms.

[I don’t want to write about one-sided perspective anymore, I want to overturn everything on the table to the ground]

**Why is it so terrible, so painful, no wonder the elder brother who loved him so much before refused to have sex with him.

He would rather face the magma that cracked the earth and the flood, and he didn't want to see Wen Sirin like this again.