like a dog

Fu Rui's original name was Fu Rui, the auspicious Rui.

The old man who picked him up in the trash can flipped through a few tattered magazines, thinking the word was good.Fu Rui was glad that he was reading the New Year's magazine at that time, not a cooking class that taught you how to cook.If it's called Fu Conghua, you have to lose half of your momentum when you fight.

Besides, he was supposed to suffocate to death silently in the dirty trash can, but unfortunately, a handful of broken glass squeezed into the black plastic bag containing him made him cry hoarsely all night.Uncle Fu turned him out from a pile of tattered vegetable leaves, his little face was bruised and purple from the cold, his back was pricked bloody, as if he was going to die soon.

Uncle Fu wiped his cold face, wrapped him in his cotton coat, and buried him in a clean place later.The little ball was nestled against his chest, his hands and feet gradually warmed up, and when the little hands and feet rubbed against his chest softly, his heart also softened.

Uncle Fu raised him casually, and Fu Rui lived casually.The little things picked up in the garbage dump, followed by the garbage.It's just that Uncle Fu did make a mistake, his name really shouldn't be the auspicious Rui.

He was never lucky, and brought no luck.

Uncle Fu died in the sixth year, which happened to be winter, but it was much colder than that year.He stopped the scooter, walked two or three steps, and suddenly fell straight to the ground like a log, his face hit the concrete floor with a muffled sound.

When Fu Rui came back dragging a plastic bottle in a net bag, the small pool of blood froze.He dragged the plastic bottle into the house, and no one was able to help him walk the distance.He washed his face and slept all night leaning against that cold body, thinking that he still thought he was snoring loudly last night, so he would not be able to disturb him so soon.

Fu Rui has the vitality of a weed, and there is no problem living alone, but he is a little bit dilapidated, a little quieter, and a little lonely.So being able to make friends, he is quite satisfied.It's just that this person is a bit unreliable, saying that he is older than him, but he is thin and small, about the same height as him, and he is also timid. Pulling him to climb a roof together can scare him into tears.First class is useless.

Fu Rui originally hoped to pull a younger brother to dominate North Street, but he felt very helpless, but there was no other way, who knew that when he was routinely picked on by someone that day, when he was almost beaten up with a bruised nose and a swollen face, this little brat put on a show and stood up .Although the result is still bleak, it is better for two people to be beaten than one person to be beaten badly.

That day Fu Rui was on the roof looking at the sunset and the blood was red, he propped his chin and muttered, this name is really bad, I want to change it.He turned his head to look at the coward, who was always wearing a neat uniform and seemed to have studied a lot.

"Can you help me think of one that looks more painful?"

"It hurts more?" The man heard the wrong words in the evening wind, hesitated for a while and said, "How about Fu Rui? Sharp sharp, it sounds like, it hurts..." As he spoke, he smeared the tiles. The remaining rainwater on the film has a sharp written on it.

Fu Rui tilted his neck to read the word, baring his teeth and claws very sharply, with an inexplicable stinging pain in his heart and lungs, he slapped on the tile, boldly said that it was it.

Fu Rui thought, at that time it was really wrong.Not only is he unlucky, he also doesn't attract people's pain, he just hurts people blindly.

It's him who hurts himself and others.

His back was stabbing unceasingly, as if he was lying on the pile of glass slag again, unable to move, the tiny stings densely penetrated into the flesh.Fu Rui gritted his teeth and wanted to break free, but his hands and feet were weak, and even his mouth was filled with tingling pain, but it was warm.He opened his eyes heavily.

really……

Love of cleanliness is a good quality, but it is annoying to ask others to follow his standards.It has been cleaned to the mouth, and it is difficult for Fu Rui not to wake up.The effect of the medicine has not yet faded, and he passed through the past years of rolling around in the street in a daze. He thought that I am not going to die.

The water stream from the spray gun hit the inner wall of Fu Rui's mouth throbbing, making him almost retch.But he couldn't close his mouth because his jaw was stuck, his eyes were red from choking, and he wanted to cry.His back was numb, his hands were still unable to exert strength, and he hung weakly on the floor tiles, touching his fingernails, and sure enough, they were cut neatly again.

Fu Rui closed his eyes and thought, don't slip your hands when going back to the bus to insert coins, otherwise he won't be able to pick up the coins.He choked hard again, coughing so hard that he knocked against the cold metal, and the roots of his teeth throbbed.He didn't like it, no one would like to be cleaned and disinfected over and over again.But after resisting for a while or two, he succumbed, anyway, it was the same result, what was the struggle.

It's me who is miserable, dignity is not important.

"Can you be gentle?" The spray gun was withdrawn from his mouth, and Fu Rui was able to speak.But no one responded to him, he could only talk to a ball of air, "I just... hit my tooth, I have a toothache."

The root of his tongue was numb, and it was still difficult to speak, but he was still babbling.

"I'm still a young master... don't just listen to him alone," Fu Rui blinked weakly, his eyes were watery as if they were sincere, but they were unfocused, with only a false smile, thin "Occasionally, occasionally, listen to what I say..."

"Stop bullying him." Song Yuan pushed the door open with a smile, motioned for the young man to step back, took the towel in his hand and continued to wipe the water stains on Fu Rui's body.Fu Rui indifferently watched him take the little brooch that he walked along from his hand, Song Yuan wrapped it in a towel calmly, and said, "He is new here, please be considerate."

"No one understands me, but you want me to understand others...it's too unreasonable." Fu Rui smiled. The body wash and shampoo are all coconut-scented. He has a bad sense of smell, but it's not that he can't smell it. He used to like this taste very much, but that person likes it, so he doesn't like it.

"Mr. cares about you very much." Song Yuan only answered in this way.Fu Rui still couldn't walk, so he could only be carried out of the bathroom by Song Yuan.He leaned on the chair wrapped in a bath towel, and Song Yuan dried his hair for him. Looking at his flushed cheeks in the mirror, he knew that the tightness in his chest just now was not an illusion.

His estrus was really coming, but he stayed in a room full of Alphas, except for the one who marked himself.

What a fucking asshole.

Fu Rui was irritated and wanted to grab someone and beat him up, but he didn't make a sound for several months, and he didn't make a sound when something happened.He didn't want to see him, but in this situation, he had to be present.

"Please don't bite your lip, Mr. said he didn't want to see you like this." Song Yuan stopped the hair dryer and reminded.

Fu Rui bit his lower lip unconsciously when he was bothered, Song Yuan was like a repeater, he was just a microphone all day long, Mr. said, Mr. said, why didn't he let him speak for himself.Guan Tian Guan is so busy, he can't be too busy.

Fu Rui gritted his teeth in his heart, wanting to bite him to death one by one, and then beat Song Yuan to death with a sap, everything will be fine.He said he knew it on his lips, and scolded him in his heart.His voice was muffled and his breathing was unstable.

Song Yuan put on a shirt for him, with long cuffs to cover his trembling hands.That's not his clothes.Song Yuan helped him to the outside room, Fu Rui lay down on that bed, his hands and feet were weak, and the quilt smelled of that person.After that accident, he could only feel his own pheromone.Other people's are as pale as air, he can't tell the difference.

But psychologically it's another matter.As the estrus period approached, his will became more and more fragile. Being in the same room with other Alphas instinctively made him fearful and nervous.He only has an empty shell, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is afraid.

"When will he come back..." Passion gradually climbed up his face, flushed, biting his tongue, making him unable to speak normally.

"Sir will be here soon, please be patient." Song Yuan tightened the lock.Fu Rui turned his wrist uncomfortably, his right hand was firmly cuffed to his right foot, and the other side was the same.Even with cushions, being restrained is uncomfortable.Song Yuan tied the collar around his neck, Fu Rui turned his face away irritably, and the chain rattled as he pulled.

"...Don't pretend to be this for me."

"Please don't be willful." Song Yuan adjusted the tightness, and Fu Rui only felt that his breathing became more difficult.But he couldn't speak much, he just kept his eyes open, his eyes were full of moisture, and the cotton white sheets twisted strangely in front of his eyes.The shirt he was wearing had only a weak effect, and could not really comfort him at all.Song Yuan put down a long, dark box in front of him, and exited the room with the others.

"Then it's up to you to adapt."

Fu Rui heard the click of the lock, and the key slid in through the door.That is the only key to enter this room.The chain around his neck was welded to the head of the bed, and his range of motion was only two meters, which was too far to reach.If you want to open the door, you can only unlock it with your fingerprint.No one can come in again unless he comes back.

Fu Rui buried himself in the quilt and panted, the air conditioner was adjusted to a suitable temperature, but he still seemed to be sucked out by the rising heat.The hair that had just been dried was gradually wet from the roots, and the broken hair was stuck to the forehead with sweat. He whimpered unbearably, stuffed on the soft quilt, hoarse and confused.His hands and feet were locked, and he tugged wildly a few times in agitation, but he couldn't break free at all. He tried hard to touch the lock with his backhand, but there was nothing he could do. It was so cold that his breathing was stuffy.

The shirt he was wearing was loose in the struggle of a trapped animal, and the tattoo on the back of his neck rose and fell with his breath.It is only the size of a palm and is usually covered by a collar.And this complex pattern piercing into the skin covered up the scar that reached deep into the gland.That's the crux of everything.

He is not only a sensory deaf man, but also a mute who cannot "speak".

The irreversible damage to the glands had thrown his pheromones out of control.Already marked, but unable to manifest on the scent.The estrus period is extremely disordered and ferocious, and the inhibitors have also lost their effect. Even if it is almost dried up by the heat of estrus, it will not emit any sweet and attractive smell.

So even if Song Yuan was so close to him just now, he would not be affected in any way.His estrus period is like a hoarse hoarse voice that has been muted, like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

But below the surface of the water, madness surged with frenzy that bit people's hearts.Every inch of skin longs to be touched, kissed, and wet.Her cheeks were numb due to poor breathing, her fingers were trembling and her knees were weak, and the numbness in her back was creeping up her spine.The sweat was sticky on his skin, and he couldn't move his hand to wipe it off. The numbness multiplied and multiplied, and the pain and desire twisted and entangled in his heart like a snake.

Fu Rui curled up and tried his best to stretch his fingers. The chain between his hands and feet could not be extended at all, and there was a certain length of utensils between his legs, which made him unable to close his knees. His fingers were dangling, and he couldn't touch the place that urgently needed comfort.

He whimpered and cursed the bastard pervert, his pronunciation was slurred, his head was dizzy like a high fever, and the faint smell that leaked into his nasal cavity was the very little comfort he could absorb.He stared blankly and saw the tightly closed box.The dark long box has been lying quietly on the side of his face from the beginning to the present.It's just that he was so wrapped up in heat that he forgot it existed.

Fu Rui gasped and stared at it for a few seconds, then moved his knees to get closer to it.He gripped it between his teeth and dragged it in front of him with difficulty.The box was tightly closed, and he couldn't open it after pushing it several times with his chin, so he had to change his tongue to push it.When he finally opened it, the base of his tongue was sour, and his jaw and the lid of the box were sticky with saliva.

He lay down on the bed exhausted to breathe, his chin and the base of his tongue were all sore and itchy.He stared at the things in the box, and just wanted to swear a word of insanity.

Before opening it, he imagined the possible items.This one probably crossed his mind, but was quickly overruled.The other party should not be so boring.If you really want to use it for him, just give it to him directly, there is no need to put it in a box in a serious way.

However, the fact is that he is indeed that boring, and he sincerely wants to torment him.

Fu Rui was so angry that his teeth itched, wishing he could throw this thing to the ground, but he had to surrender to reality.

The reality is, he needs this.

He took the utensil out of the box, because the size was exaggerated, he could only open his mouth as wide as possible and bite it tightly. If it really rolled to the ground, he really didn't have the strength to crawl down to pick it up.

Fu Rui straightened it with his chin, and licked the front end and the shaft with his tongue. Although being in heat would bring a lot of convenience, he still tried to be as safe as possible.Nobody likes pain, only perverts do.He moved his knees, groping with difficulty for the utensil he had rolled towards his knees.The rattling of chains echoed with the sound of breathing in the room.

Fu Rui barely supported it with his fingertips, which should have been expanded, but his fingers couldn't reach it, so he could only push it in directly.The moment the mouth was contained in the utensil, a satisfying and sweet muffled hum slipped out of the throat unconsciously.Although his face was flushed with fever, he really, really needed this.

When the finger presses against the bottom and enters halfway, it will not go in again.Fu Rui stretched his fingers and tried to push in, but his nails were trimmed and his hands and feet were handcuffed tightly, so he couldn't move any more.He bit his lip irritably, this kind of taste was more terrifying than never being satisfied.He had already tasted the taste of being soothed a little, and the longing would only rush to his nerves more frantically, making him more desiccated and painful.

He could only continue to suck it in by himself, but he couldn't help trembling as soon as he contracted it.Doing these things with the body in estrus, being stimulated by the multiplied magnification, he clutched his calf tightly, his fingers trembled to the point of numbness, and the front end stood upright against the bed sheet. He wanted to touch it like crazy, but he just touched it. less than.

Everywhere is hot, and the air is also scorching hot. His eyes are blurred, as if wrapped in hot wind that cannot be removed, his chest is extremely stuffy, sweating like a drowning person, and his shirt is crumpled and stuck to his back.He sat up with difficulty supporting his weak waist, and the utensils slid in against the bed, rubbing against the soles of his feet to the heels of his legs for a while.He panted sweetly with his neck up, his Adam's apple was rolling, his eyes were open but his vision went black for a while, and he simply closed them.

He swallowed most of it, and only the last part was left out. It was too hard to eat it all, and he didn't get dizzy enough to want to hurt himself.Fu Rui hung his waist, his shoulders rose and fell with his breath, his eyelashes were stained with tears and sweat, if he took off that shirt, he would find that his whole body was flushed with heat.

In the messy breathing, Fu Rui vaguely noticed something strange, like a drop of strong wine mixed into the tens of millions of water flowing together.

He stiffened his neck and looked behind him. The man in a suit was standing on the edge of the bed. The breath he exuded was the only antidote for him to break free from this boundless heat, but it was also the last straw that crushed him.

Fu Rui didn't want to tremble, but his voice was strangled by his breath. He called his name with difficulty, as if those sounds were burning his tongue.

"Guan, Guan Shan..."

Guan Shan didn't look at him, he just took off his coat and gloves and hung them on the hanger as if he was going home on a normal day.The fingers are long and slender, but they are covered with scars.

"You had a great time while I was away. Always learn to stand on your own, you did a great job."

He praised him, but when Fu Rui heard it, he trembled in panic and his chains rattled.It's so freaking out, it's definitely not good.What did he do wrong again, what made him angry.

"Ashan..." Fu Rui tried his best to hold his breath and changed his address, but it didn't seem to work, Guan Shan still didn't look at him directly.He put his shoulders on his shoulders, and gently stroked his collarbone with his index finger. From that small spot, more intense heat spread to his whole body.

"Go ahead, I'll watch you do it." Guan Shan's tone was calm, he had always been like this in front of people, but Fu Rui knew what he looked like under that face, the better he seemed in a mood, the more irritable he was.

"Still want me to help you?"

Hearing the last sentence, Fu Rui felt like falling into an ice cave. He wanted to escape conditionedly, but he pressed down on his shoulders relentlessly, and swallowed the utensil till the root. Crying out in pain, trembling uncontrollably.