i am your dog

Darkness, you can't see your fingers.

The body is restrained in a small space and cannot move.

Chen Siqi exhaled forcefully, and the box was carefully opened.

Wen Qing asked softly, "Are you okay?"

He nodded slightly, and his brain, which was extremely dizzy due to dehydration, caused bouts of retching.

"I'll take off your blindfold first, and open your eyes slowly."

Wen Qing carefully untied the shackles around his neck, followed by his mouth, eyes, and his slender fingers occasionally brushed against his skin. Fairy of desire.

Wen Qing put her palms on his eyes, letting him slowly adapt to the light in the room.

"Okay."

Chen Siqi's body was still bound, Wen Qing untied a part of him and let him sit up.He slowly opened his eyes and held Wen Qing's hand that was about to withdraw, "Where's An Xian?"

"Master is resting." Wen Qing never contradicted An Xian, no matter whether An Xian was present or not, he would respectfully call the other party master.But now he was doing something against his master.

Chen Siqi was still holding onto Wen Qing's hand, exerting a little force. "Are you crazy?"

"Drink water."

No matter how hard he held Wen Qing's hand, the other party would break free with no hesitation.

Colorless water, drop by drop moistens the already dry throat, as if a drizzle finally irrigates the lake, filling the oasis and making the desert less hot.

Chen Siqi suddenly raised his hand to grab Wen Qing's wrist and dragged him back.

Wen Qingge was facing the door, but he already understood what happened, so he knelt down and said to An Xian, "Did the slave disturb the master?"

An Xian looked at the embarrassed two people in the room, his polite and distant smile finally stopped.

He ignored Chen Siqi, who was ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, and grabbed Wen Qing's wrist and dragged him up, "Did I tell you not to come and rescue him?"

"I said it, I'm sorry master." Wen Qing admitted his mistake too meekly, and lit a fire in An Xian's anger.

An Xian almost pinched his wrist.

He pulled the man out of the room and kicked him down the stairs.

"Why?!" Why can you be kind to someone you don't know well but can't accompany me quietly?

Why do you have to act like I owe you something.

Wen Qing's forehead was scratched on the stairs, and half of his cheek was blurred with blood.He slowly propped himself up, and the things in front of his eyes were a little blurry, "An Xian...I thought you left everything to come to you, what did you give me?"

An Xian's footsteps going downstairs paused, what did he give Wen Qing then?

A slap in the face?

A scolding meal?

How many people in the entertainment industry are not bitches?

He thought that Wen Qing was just a slut who wanted to rely on him to climb up, even if he really liked him, it was just to refine the blur of the water and moon in the mirror.

"If you ask me, I don't mind explaining clearly... just answering a question, it's not difficult." Wen Qing sat up covering the wound on his forehead, and stretched out his other hand tremblingly in the air, as if to touch the girl who was close at hand. He was a man, but he held the pocket gun he put in his pajamas pocket.

"what are you doing?"

boom!

An Xian didn't remember whether he stopped him at that time, maybe Wen Qing shot because of hesitation, or maybe he was expecting that person to shoot.

Drink a mouthful of lover's blood, eat a mouthful of lover's flesh.That person just fell asleep so peacefully, and wouldn't leave or make him angry.

Even he forgot that he had looked at an ice coffin for several years, and actually lived through his most glorious years.

The person in the ice coffin is still as moving as ever, and the static beauty is always fixed in the best years, but he is already old.

Crazy, stupid, crazy...

It has been a dream for thousands of years, what year is this eve?

"uncle?"

A graceful figure came from a distance, Ye Qian took a glass of milk and handed it to An Xian. "Uncle, it's already late at night, don't you take a rest?"

Feeling the burning pain quietly with her palm against the porcelain cup, An Xian waved her to come over, "Aren't you always curious about what's in my bedroom? Since you came in today, let me show you."

Only then did Ye Qian dare to look up at the room and the coffin beside him.

"This is?"

"The myth of the entertainment industry, the king of actors."

"Isn't he already dead?" Ye Qian asked in surprise, and involuntarily took a step back. In the eyes of her lover, this corpse was a beauty, but in her eyes it was a symbol of terror.

There is nothing that time cannot take away.

An Xian was very dissatisfied with her performance, with her palms on the ice coffin, her eyes were as gentle as the vast ocean, she carried the boat with sunshine, and the storm became a story told by the lovers in the boat.

"Do you think he's dead? But he's just asleep."

"Uncle is right, I was the one who was abrupt." Ye Qian quickly apologized, and started to look at the dead man again.

It was rumored in the entertainment industry that the cause of this person's death was an accident, and even the funeral was clearly recorded on video, but this person was shot to death.

The person in the ice coffin also looked about forty years old, lying on a soft and comfortable blanket, wearing cotton home clothes, very similar to what An Xian was wearing now.

"Do you think he wants Kong Sang? Oh... I forgot, his name should be Chen Siqi."

Ye Qian looked up at him in surprise, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Lian Kongsang is the son of Lian Yunke. He bet that Tuo Da became my slave. He destroyed his own memory and changed his name to Chen Siqi... At that time, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even though I don’t remember anything about my age, I still love to make trouble for me. Wen Qing always helps him and Chen Siqi to anger me and take revenge on me... People, when they are liked, they always don’t know that Do people really mean it, and wait until the other party is disheartened to find out that there are only a few such filthy creatures, and it is unlikely that I will meet..."

It's just that he didn't understand at that time that even if it wasn't Chen Siqi who brought him back but someone else Wen Qing, he would still be kind to that person, because he would be jealous.

But he has already killed two people in unreasonable years.

There are always people who still regret why they exist in this world. Isn't it because they are more persistent and selfish than others, when will they become a big villain, and finally even they will taste the happiness of a villain?

Ye Qian hadn't gotten over the surprise just now, she thought that mediocre herself was destined to meet mediocrity, but she didn't expect that the other party was right, they really didn't have any chance of being lovers.

An Xian patted her on the shoulder and asked her to go back to the room to rest, and opened the sliding door alone to the balcony.

The moonlight that has lost its temperature carefully outlines his figure, with a layer of silver plating.

She didn't see the corner of the man's mouth raised, facing the darkness, as if making a final provocation.

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Inexplicably, I thought of my brother... Death is indeed the only irreparable injury in the world