Hong Yanyan, he is always bullied [Quick Transition]

"The wine shop in the south of the Yangtze River, with a slender waist and light palms. After ten years of dreaming in Yangzhou, he won the reputation of a brothel." Li Sangu whispered this poem from the bow of the boat, his voice seemed to blend with the surrounding lake water.He picked up another pinch of water and quietly watched them drip from the gap in his hands.

"Won the brothel's fame. Brother Zhou, what do you think of the brothel?" He spoke softly, as if he was worried that all the water drops in his hands would fall.

"A brothel? It's just people coming and going." Zhou Qingchen looked at the hands holding the water, and said neither contempt nor lamentation, his tone was as if the brothel was just a shop.

But, isn't it just a shop.

"Yeah, it's just people coming and going." Li Sangu turned around and smiled, then went to play in the water again.

He said casually while playing, "Pedestrians who come and go, use their hands to slowly climb onto the chests of prostitutes or young men, crawl over their low and mournful bellies, and crawl across the Deep and mysterious black meadows, crawling through their beautiful and sweet little valleys, and piercing them. And they sang in deep pain like those mournful and holy thorn birds. Their blood ran down the tree trunks It flowed down and wet the ground under our feet. Their singing dripped down the tree trunks, moistening the blood under our feet. And this pool of blood like a lake is deeply intoxicating." He turned around, He smiled and said, "Look, isn't the blood in my hand beautiful?"

Zhou Qingchen was stunned, as if frightened.And Li Sangu smiled to himself, very happy.

He said, "Go back to the Green Clothes Building, Brother Zhou."

Like an intoxicating kiss, dusk came silently without knowing it.Li Sangu smiled and slowly took off his clothes. His hands ran across the shoulders with clear bones, and then gently stroked the beautifully curved ribs.He rubbed the already erect buds, and stroked his face.

He said, "Zhou Qingchen, why don't you come over?" He spoke very coquettishly, as if he was pouting and acting like a spoiled child.

And the young man on the opposite side walked over with a dazed expression.Seeing this, Li Sangu smiled again.

……

When Zhou Qingchen entered him, he seemed to see a ball of fireworks.

And he is lonelier than fireworks.

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