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Something touched his face, damp and warm.

After all, Yu Ziyao was still too late, Qi Zhuo's confused brain couldn't take back his body movements immediately, Yu Ziyao tilted his head and couldn't hold back a low cry, like a young wolf whose mouth was opened by someone However, the fangs became a bluffing toy when exposed to the air, completely losing resistance.

The air was scorching, and Yu Ziyao's whole body was scorching hot, as if someone had thrown him into a steamer to slowly volatilize water vapor, his gradually thickening panting was mixed with a few unbearable whimpers.

I don't know why, the pain of kneeling on the floor is reduced, but it is replaced by an inexplicable impulse. Perhaps the alcohol in the body has aggravated this excitement. Yu Ziyao has to spend a lot of effort to maintain his sanity: " Qi Zhuo..."

His voice also seemed to have been soaked in water, and the vague ending added a bit of ambiguity to the air.

The man in front of him froze for a moment, then he took a few steps back in embarrassment, rearranging his clothes and pants with trembling hands in the dim light of the room.

Yu Ziyao, why is he here?

This idea couldn't stop circling in Qi Zhuo's mind. What made things even worse was that when he found out who the boy in front of him was, the desire that arose not only failed to subside, but burned even more thoroughly... almost to the point of It hurts.

Surprised that his shameful habit in this kind of thing was exposed in front of Yu Ziyao, while having a headache, Qi Zhuo suddenly had a very bad idea - if he pretended that the effect of the medicine was onset, he would be wrong and Yu Ziyao would be wronged. What did Yao do?

Hearing the boy who usually yelled loudly under him, he could only whimper, and seeing his overly sensitive lacrimal glands burst into tears... Thinking of how Yu Ziyao had to obey on the bed, Qi Zhuo knew that without this medicine, he would It is difficult to restrain this desire to violence.

No...

The only moisture left in the room was draining, and the two of them each had their own thoughts in their minds.

Alcohol, drugs, mixed with desire in pain, like ghosts hovering under the abyss, entangled in every breath.

Qi Zhuo suddenly backed away.

The man was visibly flustered. He took the key card to brighten up the room, and it took a simple action to repeat three times before he succeeded.

The dome light was on, and the dazzling yellow light made the emotion in the air invisible. Yu Ziyao lowered his head and remained in a kneeling position without getting up. His hands were hanging down on his sides, which looked less sharp than usual. The edges and corners are like a wolf pup with drooping ears.

"Why are you here!" Perhaps it was because of the strangeness on his body that could not be relieved, Qi Zhuo's tone was not kind, and he frowned, as if he was thinking about how to deal with this situation.

He shouldn't let Yu Ziyao see this side of him, this kind of abnormal and ridiculous desire should not appear in front of this boy.She has always been pretending to hide the violent factor deep in her heart, trying to make up for those things that have passed away on Yu Ziyao in as tactful a way as possible.

like a joke.

He tried his best to plan his life for the boy in front of him, as if looking good at him could hide his own embarrassment forever.

But to this day, the boy seems to be the same as when he first came here. Qi Zhuo stood on the stage and spoke, and he had a panoramic view of Yu Ziyao and Jia Yuzhou beside him whispering.Angry and helpless, he repeatedly told Yu Ziyao to stay away from those dishonest friends, but he still insisted on going his own way.

He couldn't save his boy any more than he could save himself.

Once this kind of thought appeared, the ensuing fatigue also invaded the mind, but in this case, the effect of the medicine was weakened a little, Qi Zhuo sighed and rubbed on his temple.

"How did you come here?" Qi Zhuo slowed down his tone and asked again.

Yu Ziyao raised his head, wondering if it was the illusion of the light reflecting in his eyes, those eyes seemed to be covered with water vapor, staring at the man in front of him wetly, there was a blood mole under the corner of his right eye that was so red that it was about to drip blood: "... Very disappointed, aren't you? Who do you hope, that pink-haired white-haired chicken..."

The drunken nausea reappeared, and Yu Ziyao's skin was red from the tips of his ears to his neck. He tremblingly got up from the ground, and the momentary stiffness and numbness from the soles of his feet made him almost fall down.

Qi Zhuo stretched out his hand to support him, and then backed away. There was a distance of one meter between the two of them, and his mind suddenly cleared.

"I don't want it to be anyone." Qi Zhuo responded to Yu Ziyao's question.

"What do you mean?"

"As you can see, I'm not a good person." The man took off his suit jacket and threw it directly on the sofa beside him, "Forget about tonight."

"Forget what?" Yu Ziyao took a step forward and pressed, "Your sexual fetish, or your desire for me?" He growled, his heart beating out of control along with the blurted words.

Qi Zhuo didn't speak, but just pulled Yu Ziyao's hand away from his lapel.

"Qi Zhuo, why on earth did you take me back... home."

He asked the man many times, why did you sign the agreement, why did you control me, why did you... This is the first time he said the word "home" from his mouth, and he knows what it means, But he didn't want to lie to himself anymore.

He wanted Qi Zhuo to look at him, always looking at him, he wanted Qi Zhuo to always have only him in his eyes.

That home belongs only to the two of them... He wants everything about Qi Zhuo.

"Yu Ziyao, do what you should do and don't cross the line." The man's gaze suddenly became dangerous, "You are only 19 years old this year, and there are many things you haven't figured out..."

"You're thirty, what do you want to understand?" Yu Ziyao interrupted him, "Well, tell me, what's the matter with the clothes you gave me today?"

Until now, the two are still wearing two identical shirts of different sizes and styles. Yu Ziyao thought that Qi Zhuo had asked Zhen Ping to pick one at random, but until he saw the one on the man himself on the stage, a certain This kind of thought finally couldn't hold back and poked his head out, ready to move.

The young man's mind is very simple, and the two shirts have been stained with certainty and ambiguity.

This is the evidence he grasped, like seeing the roses in the secret garden for the first time. Before he could describe the specific form of love, his mind was already filled with that fragrance.

Qi Zhuo stared at him for a while, but Yu Ziyao couldn't take his gaze away from the man's thin lips. The color of the man's lips was beautiful, with a natural intoxicating red, not gorgeous but with a sinful taste to seduce others .

"...I'm going to take a shower, go back to your own room." Qi Zhuo turned around and left lightly, the air beside him suddenly became cold.

The blood all over Yu Ziyao's body also cooled down: "I beat him." He stood where he was, trying to get Qi Zhuo's attention again.

"Understood." The man didn't seem surprised, "You've caused a lot of trouble, now, go back to your room."

"You..." Yu Ziyao was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time, he was like a defeated wolf cub, trying to show his fangs like his opponent, but he was just ignored contemptuously.

He walked towards the door, just about to open it, but suddenly heard a vague sigh from the bathroom.

"Forget it, it's too late, you stay and go to the guest room to sleep."

The sound of water in the bathroom sounded, and Yu Ziyao retracted his stepping foot, and a smile appeared on his mouth again, a triumphant and perverse smile.He turned his gaze to the master bedroom at the end of the corridor. It was spacious and exuded warm yellow light. The exotic blanket woven on the bed looked extraordinarily soft, as if silently inviting him.

The man took this bath for a long time, so long that Yu Ziyao couldn't hold back and fell asleep on the bed in the master bedroom.

It was a very solid dream. In the dream, there was the smell of a man's cigar and a low sigh. Someone was staring at his slightly naive sleeping face. Their eyes traced every inch of his skin, prolonging the lingering night.

At dawn, they were waiting for a dream to wake up.