tease you willingly

Channing sat on the train with his eyes closed and rested. He felt that An Lun was watching him not far away.

Most of the impressions of living in Qian Ning are bitterness. He endured it alone, and he also offered the world a sad reminder to enjoy the bitterness. He would say that bitterness is sweet. Such expectations and longings are only for giving A reason for myself not to fall.

When I met An Lun, it was still bitter, and I even felt the combination of bitterness and pain, but this bitter feeling was like a blindly addicted drug, and slowly, slowly became a fucking addiction.

He thought of An Lun's empty eyes and pitied him for being alone.But forget yourself in the time like water.

Everything will go on, and work still needs to be searched for, so many things that need to be solved suddenly entered Channing's mind again.what to do?

The game that had been laid out for more than twenty years, because of his desperate gamble, ended up in a complete defeat and lost completely.

Regret?

No, in all the things I yearn for, I can't tolerate a trace of impurity.

Following Peng Tailin, the 20 years will not be changed by living in reality.Even if everything is destroyed, at least I have searched for it sincerely, and the sun and the moon can learn from it.

This kind of choice, Qian Ning thought, was the result of no relatives interfering.

If parents are around, even if any person with blood relationship is around, how can I allow myself to be so reckless, but, no, in the face of major events in life, no one can point out the direction of the orphan, no matter right or wrong, everything is up to him Responsible for their own.

Channing woke up in a drowsy state, and would arrive at the station soon. Channing took his backpack and walked towards the car door.

Qian Ning had been to the station countless times when he was driving a taxi, but this time he felt very strange.

It is the lack of confidence in the future life. Without a job, of course I have no idea, and there is even a little resistance to the environment.

Qian Ning walked under the black pine on the seaside with a backpack on his back. The sound of the waves was overwhelmed by the excitement of the players. Although it was noisy, Qian Ning turned a deaf ear to it.

Walking slowly with his head down, his thoughts were too chaotic, Qian Ning let out a breath and raised his head gently, An Lun's figure stopped the path not far away like a god.

Channing threw off his backpack, turned around, and sat down on the spot.

An Lun crossed the path and came to the front, fixed his eyes on Channing, and finally sat across from him.

Qian Ning faintly felt that An Lun's movements seemed unnatural.An Lun was silent for a moment, then took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it quickly. The gesture of pinching the cigarette with his index finger and middle finger seemed to be specially performed for Channing's appreciation.

"I'll take you somewhere." An Lun, who was smoking a cigarette, spoke melancholy. His voice was low. Although it was still familiar, it lost the mellowness behind the voice, which made people feel jerky.

Qian Ning understood in an instant, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, but he also pretended to be nonchalant and responded very naturally, "Where are you going?"

An Lun picked up Channing's backpack, held it in his hand, and walked away without looking back.

A villa surrounded by mountains and the sea used to be a wedding photography center. Qian Ning didn't know An Lun's intentions and followed behind silently.

The European-style decoration is magnificent, and Channing looked around unaccustomed to it.

An Lun sat at the tea table, quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Qian Ning, who held the glass in his hand and sneered in his heart.

"Why are you here?" Channing asked calmly.

An Lun sat down and said indifferently, "It's nothing, it's quiet here, and it's just right to sit with you for a while."

Qian Ning snorted, looked at the cup in his hand, smelled it, hesitated for a moment, those clear eyes fixed on An Lun's face, and An Lun also stared at Chan Ning not to be outdone. After staring at it for a long time, when An Lun was about to get hairy, Channing suddenly raised his head and drank the liquid in the cup.

An Lun watched Channing finish his drink with a faint smile on his lips.

Qian Ning handed over the water glass, stood in front of An Lun, and asked softly, "Is there any wine?"

An Lun was taken aback, nodded and said yes, quickly took out the glasses at the bar, and poured two glasses of red wine.

Qian Ning smiled again, raised his glass and said to An Lun, "Shouldn't you toast me?"

An Lun turned the glass around naturally, raised his hand towards Channing, and said, "I respect you."

Qian Ning rolled his eyes, then turned his face with a smile, and said, "I'll watch you drink."

An Lun pursed his lips, looked at the wine in the glass, then at Qian Ning's half-smile face, and quickly drank the wine.

After staring at An Lun for a long time, Qian Ning finally put down his wine glass and asked indifferently, "What are you going to do?"

An Lun put down his wine glass, first looked at Qian Ning, and then looked at him without moving. After a long time, he walked to Qian Ning's side and hugged Qian Ning.

"Don't you know what I'm going to do?" An Lun whispered in Channing's ear, breathing out the smell of alcohol.

Qian Ning looked back at An Lun with a calm face and laughed, "Who are you?"

An Lun paused suddenly, and brought his face closer to Channing's, nose to nose, and said restlessly, "Who do you say I am?"

Chan Ning pushed An Lun away, a wave of anger rose in vain, "Why?"

There was resentment in An Lun's ruthless eyes, and he answered with staring eyes, "Why, I like you."

Channing became more and more irritable, and his body was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that his whole body swelled, trembling, and blurred.

"You asked me to drink it, and I drank it too." Channing's voice was full of pain, his eyes were bloodshot quickly, and the veins on his hands were bulging. "Tell me, who are you? Why are you pretending to be An Lun?"

"Pretend?"

Channing laughed wildly, "Stop fucking pretending."

An Lun in front of him dragged Channing who was burnt by /passion/desire/, bowed his head and kissed him down.

Although Qian Ning's body was not under command, and the fire at this time really made his mind go blank, but there was a voice that kept echoing in his mind, "Don't be fooled——"

"Slap" slapped the face of the opposite person, Qian Ning felt his arms go numb from the shock, and said inarticulately: "Call out all your people, what's the point of playing with these naughty things."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure flashed upstairs.

The man who came was thin, and he was the man he had seen in the No. [-] villa on Donghai Road. Qian Ning's thoughts were racing, and he opened his blurred eyes wide.

"Qian Ning, I really underestimated you." The thin man walked to Qian Ning with a smile.

With a trembling voice and lips, Qian Ning suppressed his anger and said slightly: "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Xing Tong. I was in a hurry last time, so I was rude." Xing Tong nodded slightly as he apologized.

Qian Ning smiled, a little charmingly, but this smile made my heart chill.

At this time, Qian Ning was still in a daze, and his body, which was being supported by force, fell to the side of the tea stand.Qian Ning forced himself to raise his head, and his feet seemed to be rooted, unable to move half a minute.

It was hot, sweat dripped down the lines on his face, and the sound of rapid breathing reflected the surprisingly quietness of the entire living room.

Xing Tong looked at Qian Ning in front of him, grinned grimly, turned around and said to the person next to him, "Take off his anger, I feel bad for holding on like this."

Qian Ning saw the fake An Lun's face approaching him again. Suddenly, the feeling of cardiac arrest made Qian Ning's nostrils and mouth bleed at the same time.

Xing Tong was taken aback, then squinted his lustful eyes, and said in Qian Ning's ear, "You can bear it after this."

Qian Ning was surrounded by a great fear, maybe, that's it, he even laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Xing Tong grabbed Qian Ning's collar and shook it.

Qian Ning spat out the blood in his mouth, and replied coldly: "I didn't expect that I would confess to being here, and died of love/drugs, hahaha——"

Xing Tong sneered, and smiled coldly, "Dead? How could I let you die." Staring at Qian Ning's full red lips, Xing Tong was amazed: "You are really a character, how did you find out that this is not An Lun's?"

Qian Ning snorted and said coldly, "An Lun quit smoking."

Xing Tong laughed wildly, "How can a person who can skip food but smoke cigarettes quit smoking?"

Channing smiled and asked, "Do you feel strange?"

Xing Tong nodded, "Of course it's strange, I'd like to hear your explanation."

Qian Ning laughed happily this time, and his tiger teeth flickered, "Because I don't smoke, hahaha."

Xing Tong became serious, "Do you think I will believe you?"

Channing shook his head and said tremblingly, "You still overlooked a lot of details."

"Oh~" Xing Tong let go of Qian Ning's collar, looked at Qian Ning who was red to the ears, and motioned: "Go ahead, talk."

Another mouthful of blood, Qian Ning wiped the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "An Lun blush when drinking, don't you know?"

Xing Tong suddenly turned around and looked at the man who looked exactly like An Lun. The man's complexion was dull and there was no sign of blushing.

"And..." Qian Ning continued without waiting for Xing Tong to get angry, "An Lun knows that I don't drink, so how could he toast me."

"You've only known him for a few days, so you know him so well?" Xing Tong asked coldly.

"I understand that he doesn't need time." Accompanied by Qian Ning's wild laughter, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and he said to Xing Tong with all his strength, "I have something to say to you alone."

Xing Tong looked at Qian Ning who was about to fall to the ground, waved away the fake An Lun, leaned in front of Qian Ning, and asked flatly, "What are you going to say? Let me come?"

Qian Ning's eyes blurred, he suppressed the sharp pain in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Xing Tong, I also know that you are sick, male/sexual/ill, if you don't lift it, you can't come if you want to."

With a heavy kick on Qian Ning's body, Xing Tong's fury was unstoppable.

Qian Ning fell to the ground in response, and laughed, "You are so angry, I respect you so I talk to you about it alone. You know, I am a doctor."

With another mouthful of blood, Qian Ning fell limply to the ground, trembling and said, "I can - heal you." A full mouthful of blood spewed out, and gradually the eyes began to turn black, and Qian Ning felt When he arrived, his ears were pressed against the cold floor tiles.

A gust of cold wind swept through the hall. The moment An Lun's figure appeared, Qian Ning didn't open his eyes. He felt that maybe it was the last moment of his life. The burst was wiped out in an instant, and he uttered a whisper with all his strength, "An Lun..."

Channing in a pool of blood couldn't breathe...