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Han Ziye spent his birthday at his grandfather's old house.My grandfather stayed abroad when he was young, and he lived a very western style. He held an extremely grand ball, with fragrant clothes and shadows, and a staggered cup of wine. It was a formal coming-of-age ceremony. As the grandfather's only grandson, it was almost tacitly assumed that he would take over the precise power. Grandfather's brothers back then Even though his subordinates are all the officials of the frontier, they rushed over to respectfully lead the young master to meet the ministers of the Middle East countries and the leaders of several major gangs today.

Han Ziye was wearing a white formal dress with wide shoulders and narrow waist. A pair of straight long legs held up the trouser line tightly. His young figure was as tall and straight as a jade tree. The hair on his forehead was picked up by pomade, revealing his full forehead. Under a pair of sharp sword eyebrows , with deep eye sockets, long sweeping eye tails, thin lips under the tall nose bridge, with a just right smile, followed his grandfather to meet government officials, and after exchanging greetings, he was pulled over by several nephews of the same generation to meet a group of two Generations.It was midnight, the dance was over, and grandfather had already returned to his room to rest. The butler came to tell him that the young master was waiting for him in his study.

Han Ziye was tearing off the cuff buttons of the bow tie, taking off his tuxedo coat and throwing it on the sofa. Hearing this, he snorted and said, "Oh? When did he come back? He didn't bring his mistress with him, did he?"

The housekeeper was not surprised to hear that he was so contemptuous of his father, so he just bowed his waist and said, "Should Master Sun take a shower before going?"

He stepped up two steps with his long legs, "No need, call the backup car, I'll go back to the North Palace."

Han Yi sat on the sofa next to the bookcase, and only turned on the standing lamp on the side to illuminate a weapon map in his hand.Han Ziye unbuttoned a few buttons on his neckline, sat down on the single sofa opposite him, pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, the alcohol was still throbbing in his veins, he felt his temples throbbing, he was a little dizzy, as if he couldn't even see His most hated person is not so unbearable anymore.

"Hmph, it's really rare," he smiled falsely and sarcasticly, "You actually left your concubine and returned to China, don't say that you are here for my birthday."

Han Yi closed the book in his hand, raised his legs gracefully,

"Ah, I really miss your vicious tone, but I'm disappointed. Hong Tu came back with me, but don't be too disappointed. I'll leave tomorrow morning."

A hesitant and struggling expression flashed across his face, and he finally made up his mind:

"I'm here to give you a coming-of-age gift—" He got up, walked to the bedroom, opened the door, hugged a boy and walked out.

Hong Tu who came out from behind turned on the main light, and Han Ziye immediately got a headache from the strong light stimulation, and looked coldly at the boy who was pushed in front of him. The boy was still young and not tall enough, but he was already slim. Xiu is tall and straight, at the moment she is lowering her head and lowering her eyes without saying a word.Han Yi said softly, "Raise your head."

The boy looked up at him obediently, his real eyebrows were like spring mountains and eyes were like autumn water, his cheeks seemed to glow, and his rosy lips made his whole face look indistinguishable.Seeing his son's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, Han Yi regretted it almost immediately.

Han Ziye just stared at it, the disgust in his heart was like dropping a bomb that exploded suddenly.

Han Yi couldn't help clenching the hand on the boy's shoulder, not knowing whether to push it forward or pull it back: "I have already naturalized him, and his new name is Han Qingchen, who is your younger brother in name."

"younger brother?"

There was a vicious smile on the corner of Han Ziye's mouth.

"I remember you were the one lying under the quilt, or was it the younger brother you gave birth to me again?"

Han Yi turned his head and narrowed his eyes to appease the darkened lover, turned his face and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I have no intention of guiding or interfering with your sexuality. In fact, I am more relieved that you are an all-conquering heterosexual. At least your grandfather Grandpa and you don’t have to force you to marry someone you don’t love like you forced me.”

Han Ziye's eyes almost burst into flames, "Shut up! You disgusting homosexual, my mother was blind when she married you!"

The shoulders of Han Yi's subordinates were stiff and trembling, he patted them comfortingly, walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip from the red wine glass next to him, "Although I picked the person, but the old man's instruction, you need an assistant , the old men on both sides have met, and they both agree, and I will enter Aquis with you in autumn to receive customized assistant education.

"Whatever you want,"

Han Ziye stood up and stared at the stiff figure opposite, "However, the things you give me will be mine in the future, and I have the final say on how to deal with them. I hope you don't regret it."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Four years later.

The prom at Equis was extraordinarily grand.

The princes of the aristocratic family started to prepare the dresses three months in advance, and the girls competed to think of tricks on the dancing skirts, trying to outshine the crowd.

The butler of the mansion personally brought people to tailor Han Ziye and Qingchen, so as to be luxurious and stable.

That night, the Equis auditorium was brightly lit and brightly lit. Han Ziye came to the stage after the speech of the school leaders. As the current student council president, he gave a final report on his duties and spoke on behalf of the graduates.

The pure black dress made him tall and straight, and the dark gold pattern on the neckline and cuffs weakened his sharpness, and with his elegant gestures, there was an occasional flash of imperceptible noble brilliance.

After dancing the opening dance with Xiaohua, as the focus of the dance, Han Ziye was invited to three more dances in a row.

At the end of the dance music, he used the excuse of rest as an excuse to decline the girls who came up to him. Secretary Tan Xinghe was watching him from the dance floor, handed him a glass of champagne at the right time, and led him away from the encirclement.

He was chatting with people around the dining table, his eyes seemed to be looking around casually, and he always had no sense of presence on weekdays, but Han Qingchen, who could always be found as long as he turned his head, was unexpectedly out of sight.

Four years has been enough for him to get used to Han Qingchen's silent and step-by-step existence.

From the very beginning of seeing him, he developed tyrannical hatred crazily, to then deliberately ignoring him, until now she acquiesced in allowing him to follow by her side like a shadow to serve her daily life.

Seeing that he emptied the champagne in his hand, Tan Xinghe walked around the dining table to get a glass of cocktail, reached out to replace the empty glass in Han Ziye's hand, and secretly twirled the fingertip that accidentally touched it during handover.

Han Ziye gradually became absent-minded when dealing with other people's topics, because Han Qingchen hadn't appeared yet.

Tan Xinghe intends to get him drunk tonight, adding more alcohol to him frequently, making it more and more intense.

Han Ziye looked around, his patience was running low, he frowned, his heart agitated for no reason, and poured down the wine in his hand.

Gradually, he felt drunk, and felt that it was very hot in the hall, and it was difficult to breathe with the bow tie tied around his neck. He threw away the cup and took his long legs to hide on the small balcony to breathe. As soon as he took off the tie and unbuttoned it, he saw the scenery of the small garden downstairs. A romantic confession being staged by the fountain.

Han Qingchen is not yet full, and is still childishly thin. The color of the dress chosen by the housekeeper is the opposite of Han Ziye's. The white dress has silver embroidery and dark patterns. The shirt inside is silver-blue, and the gray ribbon is tied. The complicated neck flower set off a face as beautiful as jade, making the eyebrows and eyes darker, and the lights in the fountain shone through the water, giving people a layer of dreamlike light.

Standing in front of him was a petite girl who seemed to be wiping tears.

Han Ziye clenched his teeth unconsciously, squinting at the pair of beauties who were extremely well-matched below, he felt like a hot meteorite had been smashed into his heart, so heavy that one end was hot and the other was cold, and anger rippled in circles. up.

Han Qingchen took out the decorative handkerchief from the dress pocket and handed it to the girl in front of him. The girl shook her head and said something. Qingchen covered her chest with a hesitant look on her face. The girl said something more sadly. In a word, he lowered his head for a while in the early morning, pinched the second button on the chest of the shirt, tore it off with all his strength and put it in the girl's palm.

Han Ziye sneered, turned and walked back with fury in his eyes.

He didn't wait until midnight to strike the bell to open the ball, and Tan Xinghe took him to the famous night paradise in the city and got drunk.

Han Qingchen didn't wait until the dance was over, he experienced a sudden confession in the small garden, he refused at a loss, but when he came back, his young master was nowhere to be seen, and no one answered the pager for a long time, and the driver only said to follow Tan The young master left, so he had to go back to Beigong and wait in the early morning.

When he first started following Han Ziye, he played very aggressively, as much as he progressed in his studies on weekdays, he played wildly during holidays.

In the early morning, I waited for him night and night in various entertainment places, and dozed off in the corner of the box where the music was loud. At dawn, Han Ziye went to class as if he had nothing to do. Twisted.

Gradually, Han Ziye became annoyed when he saw him dozing off, but he went to nightclubs less and less, and forgot when it started. Bei Gong, he gradually picked up the things in his hands, and in the morning, he finally no longer had to be afraid of seeing anyone wriggling like a snake on his drunken body.

Are these days starting again?

It was late at night when Han Ziye came back, the excitement of the party and the sweetness of the wine could not soothe the tyranny and anger in his heart, the more he drank, the more irritable he became, disregarding Tan Xinghe's ardent persuasion, he waved his hands and went home.

After waiting too long in the morning and falling asleep on the sofa, Han Ziye opened the door with drunken eyes and saw the long neck light behind the sofa was on, and the dim yellow light covered a small figure on the sofa, heaved a sigh of relief, Feeling less bored for no reason.

Waking up by the noise he made in the early morning, he was dazed for a moment and hurried up to help Han Ziye, who was tall and long-legged, almost fell over when he slammed him in the early morning, and helped him staggered upstairs and laid him on the bed.

Han Ziye felt that the clothes were tied up and felt uncomfortable, so he pawed them down with his hands. In the early morning, he hurriedly helped him take off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. He was thirsty and asked for water, and in the early morning, he hurried downstairs to drink The hangover tea he made came, and he was fed and drank while leaning in his arms.

Han Ziye finally felt more comfortable, and ordered others: "Put the water on, I want to take a bath."

Early in the morning, according to his words, he set up the water to help him go to the bathroom. He lowered his eyebrows and prepared to leave, when Han Ziye ordered in a calm voice, "You stay and serve me."

Startled in the early morning, Han Ziye hated the touch of the same sex, especially himself, and sometimes even saw him frown faintly when he was too close.

I have become accustomed to serving him silently at the edge of his biological distance, minimizing the sense of presence.

He shook his fingers and went forward to undress Han Ziye, and when he untied his girdle, his arms went behind him, and when he got close, he could smell the booze-like body odor from his body, and the unfamiliar perfume that he didn't know where it was stained. taste.

Han Ziye looked at Han Qingchen's pair of long eyelashes that drooped and trembled slightly covering his usual slightly cowering expression, and looked down to see the missing button on the silver-blue shirt, and the rage surged again. Then, he suddenly grabbed Qingchen's hands and pushed him down on the floor of the bathroom.

Before he could react in the early morning, he was grabbed by the skirt and ripped open the shirt. The light pink rouge buttons were scattered everywhere, and there was a clear ripple sound when he fell into the bathtub full of water. In the early morning, he called out in horror: "Young master!" ..." Struggling to sit up with one hand on the front of the front, Han Ziye pulled his legs and lay down again.

Han Ziye's sanity was completely broken when he saw the two red fruit-like milk grains on Qingchen's milky white chest, holding down Qingchen's struggling legs, his big palm accurately and brutally stripped him naked .

The young man's body was slender and white, exuding a faint lemon fragrance. Han Ziye used a trick to grab the hand, turned the man over and pressed his knees firmly, pulled out the gray ribbon that tied the flower in the morning and neatly tied his hands behind his back.

In the early morning, his face was pale with fright, and he kept calling the young master, shaking his head and yelling no.

Han Ziye lifted Qingchen's waist and pulled him up to kneel. The boy's back line was as beautiful as a work of art, his narrow waist was connected to his peach-like buttocks, and the pink and tender chrysanthemum hole in the center of his buttocks was like a small flower that just bloomed. Han Ziye was full of desire, the bottom was as hard as a piece of hot iron, he was about to insert it regardless, but early in the morning he moved forward and hid and struggled, he lost his aim again while drunk, several times he stabbed but couldn't get in.

Han Ziye gave a "tsk", grabbed the jasmine essential oil used in the bath, and sprinkled half of the bottle behind him in the morning.

The essential oil extracted from Cuiyuan's own jasmine field is very pure, and the room is filled with an intoxicating fragrance immediately. Han Ziye smeared it all over his thick and long one, covered his body, and pushed open the tightly closed acupuncture point.

In the early morning, he was pushed against the corner of the wall, there was no way to avoid it, the back seemed to be split by a red-hot sharp knife, the pain was so severe that his stomach turned, his arms were trembling, he retched a few times, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Come out, the pain was so extreme that he couldn't cry out, only a little groan squeezed out of his throat.

Too tight.The veins on Han Ziye's forehead throbbed violently, half pain and half pleasure.When he was retching in the morning, his back acupoints wrapped around him as if sucking with his body twitching, Han Ziye couldn't hold back and ejaculated just like that.

He came so hard and fast, hitting the walls of his intestines hot, the irritability and rage of the whole night seemed to come out of his body with his orgasm.

Qingchen collapsed, lying on the ground as if motionless, Han Ziye let out a breath, pulled a large bath towel from the shelf and spread it on the floor, untied Qingchen's hands and turned him over.

The young man's face was pale, his eyes were staring blankly at the void, and a red tip of his tongue was exposed from his slightly parted panting lips.

Han Ziye deliberately blocked all the parts that could think rationally, and only followed his instinct to kiss those delicious lips.

Cool and sweet, just as he imagined, no, it tastes better than he imagined.

Han Ziye sucked and stirred unrestrainedly, tasted all the parts of his mouth in the morning, he had already forgotten the original intention of cruelty and punishment, and was uncontrollably intoxicated.

Qingchen opened his eyes wide in shock, and then closed them in pain. He didn't know who he was being taken for. He only knew that Han Ziye didn't hate the same sex, but simply hated himself.

But the feeling of being hugged and kissed by someone he likes is really wonderful. In the morning, he choked up and shed tears. Han Ziye looked up at the corners of his red eyes and the tip of his nose, bowed his head and sucked away his tears, and licked them along his ears Licking it down, it reached the chest in one breath along the side of the neck, and sucked and gnawed on the breast.

In the early morning, he groaned hoarsely with a choked voice, and put his trembling hands on Han Ziye's shoulders.

Han Ziye grabbed his wrist full of strangle marks and wrapped it around his neck, buried his head in Qingchen's neck and hugged him, Qingchen's body was loose, and the things Han Ziye ejaculated inside had liquefied into the most natural lubricant , the hard and hot cock pushed in again without any effort.

The corridor was wet, soft and warm, comfortable as heaven, Han Ziye pumped gently, the two bodies overlapped and rubbed each other, the pain in the back acupoint was already numb in the morning, but the psychological pleasure made him overflow With a slight moan, the one below, which had become hard since being kissed, was sandwiched between the two bodies, and was rubbed so that the clear fluid flowed out.

Han Ziye's movements gradually became more and more violent, and the range of thrusting and thrusting increased. There was a sound of water rubbing under the two of them. In the early morning, an unspeakable pleasure gradually rose in his body. There was a constant gasp.

Han Ziye couldn't take care of anything else, and kept messing with it deeply.The orgasm came without warning. In the morning, he felt a little bit in his back acupoint as if being pricked by a needle, and a burst of fireworks exploded in his body. He shook his head and cried, scratching Han Ziye's back with his hands. The untouched pink flesh shot out far away, and the turbid fluid even stained his cheeks and lips.

The back hole was twisted too tightly, Han Ziye could not move as if he was sucked in, his eyes turned black with pleasure, he stretched out his hand to rub the genitals he had just ejaculated in the morning, he was so stimulated in the morning that it hurt a little, he called out hoarsely, "Master" Begging for mercy, the back shrank and shrank for a while before softening.

Han Ziye's second time was extremely long, the third time, and the fourth time, the wine was completely sober. Sometimes it was light and slow, and sometimes it was stormy, like a wild beast playing with its prey with ease.

I ejaculated several times in the early morning, the semen and strength have been exhausted, and I lie on my back like a broken doll on the big crumpled bath towel covered with liquid. Before I fell asleep, the reflection in my eyes was On the dome that opened at an unknown time, the starlight of the day.

I don't know when it became what it is now. It started with injury, but at the end of the morning, it got into the deep embrace of the instigator to seek a sense of security.