like a dog

Lin Xun's right hand was held by Han Xuan, his fingertips all the way to his back, and only his shoulders were heaving and heaving in the suppressed breathing.He caught glimpses of his knuckles, his neck, his eyes, his downcast eyes...

Everything split in front of my eyes like a spider web, squeezed and rolled each other, pierced hoarse whispers, buzzed in my ears like a swarm, hit the eardrum, passed through the brain, and scrambled out in the numb breath.

Lin Xun exhaled slowly, leaned his left hand behind his back to under the pillow, stared at his face in a daze, and got closer and closer unconsciously.The blood seemed to be boiling coldly in his veins, he couldn't breathe air, and when he inhaled and exhaled, there was a lingering fishy smell, stained with sticky black, crawling into the crevices of his bones.

He reached for the ballpoint pen hidden in the pillowcase, stroked its tip expressionlessly, and twisted ripples under the skin.He gripped the pen tightly, and the whispers filled his ears.He has no pheromones, he cannot smell his thoughts.As long as there is a chance, you can...

His breathing became deeper and deeper, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, and he tasted numbness, and a little...bitterness?

Lin Xun frowned blankly, and raised his eyes to meet Han Xuan's gaze.He was still holding his hand, fingers on his knuckles that were getting warmer, his eyes were extremely calm.

Their eyes met, and after a brief silence, Lin Xun let go of his left hand hidden under the pillow.He leaned closer to him, turned his head to look into his eyes and said, "Don't think... I dare not."

So close, almost like kissing.Han Xuan's eyes traced his lips, Lin Xun was furious, his eyes seemed to have thorns, but his eyelashes were still wet, and his eye sockets were also red.

"I know you dare, but you won't."

"I can."

"You will," Han Xuan repeated in a low voice, clearly saying the words, "but you won't." He touched Lin Xun's cheek, put his index finger on the artery in the neck, and the blood vessels pulsated under the skin, the frequency was high, but Fairly stable.

"But if you really want to, then do it. I'm here, and I'll give you whatever you want."

Lin Xun grabbed his collar, breathing heavily, not knowing who was trembling slightly.He didn't admit it was him, nor did he think it was Han Xuan.He should hate him for loathing him, but when he met his gaze, his brows were frowning, and the sockets of his eyes were scorching hot.The throat was blocked, as if swallowing a piece of hot charcoal.

Lin Xun pinched his throat, frowned and stared at him, his lips were numb from panting.He looked into his eyes, and his chest was dry and itchy, as if a monster was spreading its shriveled bones inside, scratching his ribs bonyly, and finally crushed one or two of them, and the pain made him lose his last breath. sanity.

He pinched him by the throat, lowered his head and bit his lip.Teeth hit teeth, he tasted blood, and he also tasted the thrill of excitement.

Lin Xun lowered his head, dazed and excited, not knowing whether the monster became him, or he became that monster.He closed his eyes and kissed, licked the blood on someone's lips, exhaled tremblingly, and pinched his neck even tighter.

"You will lock me up," Lin Xun straddled him, whispering against his lips, "You will lock me up..."

"I won't." Han Xuan's face flushed abnormally, he raised his neck even more, and touched Lin Xun's back which was heaving and wheezing, just stroking without resistance.

"You lied to me, you have been lying to me..."

"I did not lie to you."

"No, you lied to me!" Lin Xun roared hysterically, he let go of his hand, and touched his face blankly, the gauze was loose, and his blood stained his cheek, warm and scarlet, "You will ,You can……"

"I won't, how could I treat you that way?" Han Xuan pressed his hand on the back of his hand, and the whitish fingerprints on his neck disappeared quickly, leaving only a few red marks and blood marks. He held his fingers and looked up at the He said softly, "Look, when you woke up, you didn't have anything on your hands or feet. The chip wasn't put in anymore. You said you didn't like it, so I'll write it down."

"If you don't like it, I won't do it. What's wrong with me, if you don't like it, tell me, and I'll change it."

Lin Xun looked at him with red eyes, bit his lips tightly and said nothing.Han Xuan touched his cheek, brushed his fingertips under his eyes, and rubbed his eyelashes.Lin Xun blinked with trembling eyes, tears dripped down on his face, mingled with blood, it was hot.

Han Xuan said softly: "Teacher, can you take me in again?"

Lin Xun closed his eyes in pain.His eyes and his words were too dazzling, making his heart go blank.After that time back to Xiaoduchuan, he didn't call him that.He said he didn't care, but he still cared in his heart, as if because of this title, he was always associated with Zhong Yue.

He also thought, if Zhong Yue was alive and he came to look for him, would he stay with him as agreed?This young promise is like a blank sheet of paper, easily stained and torn apart.Maybe it was really like what Fu Rui said, he was kind to him only out of sympathy.Unforgettable, but also because of guilt.

He may not really have learned to love someone, nor has he been fully loved by anyone.He didn't know what it should look like, so he couldn't tell whether what this person gave him was a kind of love.

He felt that what he was facing was a ghost. He was unscrupulous and full of lies. He sat downstairs in his apartment that day, and the look of being burned by heat was probably also a fake.He lied one lie after another, pretending from beginning to end, trying to get into his life in every possible way, with the sole purpose of showing him his corrupt and twisted heart.

He was terrified, excited again in a shudder.He felt it was ridiculous, and he also tasted sadness, and he didn't know who was more worthy of sympathy.

What is good and bright is true sincerity, and what is black and rotten is true sincerity.One is true, but the latter would not be desired by any normal person.

Han Xuan raised his upper body, put his arms around Lin Xun's back, kissed his closed eyes, and pressed his face down to his lips.His kiss hovered on his lips, as if waiting for a response, an approval.

Lin Xun closed his eyes and panted during these kisses, and the tip of his nose turned red with thin sweat.He touched his neck, his breath rose and fell under his palm, and when it brushed against the opening, Han Xuan pressed against his forehead, panting low and curling up the corners of his mouth.

"Lin Xun..."

He caressed the back of his hand, twirling his fingers over his skin, breathing sickly with excitement.He was still kissing on his lips, murmuring in a drawl, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Lin Xun, you love me..."

Lin Xun opened his eyes, and his eyelashes almost brushed against his.He backed away a little, tilting his head to look at his face.A monster in the shadows, looking at another.Han Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him. Lin Xun stroked his eyebrows and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, the loose gauze dangling in his hands.

He wiped the blood from his cheek, and moved his fingers down to press his lips.He pressed his lips, and slowly wiped away the scarlet red: "Lie to me again, and I will kill you."

"Okay." Han Xuan sucked his fingertips, brushed his tongue over his fingertips, sweet, "My whole body belongs to you."

"Didn't you say that you are my dog?"

"I am what you say I am." Han Xuan grasped Lin Xun's wrist, avoiding the wound on his palm, turned his face to kiss the edge of his palm.

Lin Xun pressed the back of his head and kissed him, licked the blood, and licked his lips.Breathing chaotically, he gasped and overwhelmed him, reaching for his belt, Han Xuan pressed his hand.

"To shut up."

Lin Xun understood what he wanted to say. He shook off his hand and unbuttoned the hospital gown with one hand. His fingertips slid across his chest, which made him feel cold.He lowered his head and buried his neck, and said in a trance, "Cold..."

Han Xuan's neck was itchy from his panting, and he cupped his face to reach his lips.He stroked his back, and he became so thin again, every time he tried to make him healthier, it backfired.He wanted to say a lot to him, thought about it for a long time, and said it many times to the figure in his memory.It's a pity that there is no one sentence that can really be said to him.

He kissed his lips, running his hands into his hair.Lin Xun seemed to be in a frenzy, clasped his shoulders, as if climbing a cliff, his fingers trembled so hard that when he actually went in, his shoulders were almost numb.

Lin Xun fell under him. He hadn't done it for too long, and the expansion was not enough. He gritted his teeth with a pale face, and his whole body was tense.Han Xuan touched his cheek and softly told him to relax, but Lin Xun was still trembling. He was concerned about his injury, so he decided not to do it.

But as soon as he retreated a little, Lin Xun hugged his neck tightly and said in a trembling voice not to go.He opened his hand, stood up and looked at him. Lin Xun looked at him blankly, as if he had woken up from the pain, and seemed even more confused.

Han Xuan asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Xun nodded.

He asked, "Who am I?"

Lin Xun frowned in a dazed way, and the phantoms in front of him were superimposed into one, but the overhead light still seemed to be shaking non-stop, casting a large shadow on that person's face.He opened his hand and touched the shadow vaguely.

"...Zhong Yue?"

Han Xuan looked at him silently and smiled for a long time.He pinched his wrist and pressed it firmly against the pillow, his head bowed, shadows covering his entire face.His voice was cold and his expression was cold.

"He's dead. Your Zhong Yue died eight years ago."

Han Xuan pushed his wrist into it, and Lin Xun groaned against the pillow, struggling to free his hand.Some pain can be tolerated by gritting one's teeth, but this kind of pain can't be tolerated.With tears in his eyes, he raised his neck and choked with difficulty, staring at the lamp that was blocked by him, but couldn't find any light.

"Don't you understand, what do you think those people would do to an Omega?" Han Xuan squeezed his wrist tightly, ignoring his struggle and continued to push it deep, forcing the sobs choked in his throat into a cry "That's what they did to him." Lin Xun frowned in pain, he pressed against the messy sheets, his legs stretched to his toes, curled up in trembling.

"He's so dirty, what do you remember him doing?"

"Forget him," Han Xuan caressed his forehead, his hands trembling slightly as if infected by him, "Lin Xun, forget him..."

Lin Xun gritted his teeth, suppressed his sobs, closed his eyes and shook his head, tears ran down his face and into his wet hair.

Han Xuan lowered his head, looked at him with red eyes, moved his lips, but finally said nothing.He withdrew from his body, straightened his clothes, and helped him fasten the buttons. After the third button, he couldn't button it any more with trembling fingers.

"Why is it like this again, I obviously don't want to be like this, why..."

Han Xuan supported his forehead and wept in frustration. He thought he could control it, but the truth is, he couldn't do it at all.It was like an invisible black shadow, piercing into his heart, making him completely strange.

He hurriedly wiped the tears from Lin Xun's face. He wanted so much to give him good things, protect him, and keep him safe, but everything backfired.He seemed to destroy him again, saying that he would protect him, but when he needed to be saved, he would never be by his side.

He was dying, but he could only listen to his voice fading until it disappeared, unable to do anything but clear the way for the ambulance.Even the blood on his body was useless to him.

"Lin Xun, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Han Xuan bowed his head and apologized, his voice trembling and his hands trembling.Lin Xun opened his eyes and looked at him quietly.He sighed softly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulled him into his arms.

"fine."

He hugged him, pointed the pen tip in his left hand at the back of his neck: "I forgive you."