I'm sick

Fu Qingfeng never thought that one day, he would be crushed by a boy thousands of years younger than him and do whatever he wanted.

The young man was biting his neck. In order not to hurt him, he had to take off his spiritual protection. The young man snarled mercilessly, picking the place with the least flesh every time, leaving deep marks, even bloody.

The boy's hand rubbed against his body, the belt was untied, and the clothes were half undone, revealing the pure white obscene clothes and most of the dazzlingly white skin.

Fu Qingfeng's complexion was pale, and a little force could leave a blush. Looking at those red marks, Fu Qingyang unconsciously showed obsession in his eyes, and a desire to abuse came from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at the man who frowned slightly, his expression was still cold, with an indescribable sense of abstinence, which made it impossible to... want to destroy.

His lips covered Fu Qingfeng's chest, and the body underneath trembled, and was soon stained with a thin layer of red.

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, looked up at Fu Qingfeng, only to find that his face was already flushed, and it was just a light touch.

He opened his mouth and bit down directly on Fu Qingfeng's chest. The tender flesh on his chest was rarely touched by others. Fu Qingfeng was trembling with pain, but his hands were tightly clutching the bed, not daring to stop the boy, for fear that one of them would be out of control. Injured him with aura.

Without any resistance, Fu Qingyang almost acted recklessly, like a crazy wild dog. He bit Fu Qingfeng all over his body.

His fair and slender legs were opened wide. Fu Qingyang stared at Fu Qingfeng's face, looked at his obsessive expression in pain, looked at his flushed and sweaty cheeks, but his heart was like a bottomless pit, a kind of emptiness The feeling almost drove him crazy.

He lowered his head and bit Fu Qingfeng's throat hard.

The fragile gate of life was held in his mouth, and Fu Qingfeng's cold sweat ran across his eyelashes. He slightly raised his head and squinted to look at the young man's face.

Looking at those dark and dull eyes, Fu Qingfeng was shocked. He raised his hand, and regardless of the danger of his throat being crushed, he hugged the boy tightly into his arms.

Fu Qingyang unconsciously let go, and was pulled into Fu Qingfeng's arms, buried his head in his shoulder, his cheek rubbed against the wound, with a few streaks of blood on it, he was stunned.

"From today...your name is Fu Qingyang..."

A hoarse voice sounded, Fu Qingfeng coughed twice, his tone was a little bit painful, but he still said these words firmly and persistently.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, moved his lips twice, but couldn't even pronounce a single syllable.