mandatory agreement

Zhou Xing took a quick breath for a moment, he seemed completely unaware of the pain in the back of his neck, struggling to rush down.

Champion sighed softly, carried the man on his shoulders two or three times, and said before the other party tried to break free, "I went downstairs faster than you."

Zhou Xing no longer struggled, and Champion's speed was really fast. He carried Zhou Xing on his shoulders, striding forward, almost running to the first floor, and then put him down in front of the room at the end of the corridor.

Champion didn't have time to say anything, Zhou Xing rushed into the room like a rocket just launched, and after a while, heart-piercing cries came from the room.

Champion took out a pair of white gloves from the pocket of his coat, and slowly put them on for himself. He stood outside the door, watching Zhou Xing crying and despairing at the "death" of another layer of his identity, his face A Lu Zheng-style smile emerged.

The next moment, he restrained his smile, took a step forward, knocked on the door, and asked knowingly, "Your boyfriend passed away, right?"

Zhou Xing half-knelt beside the bed, resting his head on his lover's arm, as if he could deceive himself that his lover was not dead but still alive through this movement.

"Doesn't he like you very much? You don't seem to be his legal heir, so you can't use his inheritance."

Zhou Xing remained silent, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

Champion didn't care either, and just issued an ultimatum: "Within three days, either pay back the money or leave with me. I'll give you three days to say goodbye to your boyfriend."

Champion thought that Zhou Xing would still not be able to speak, but when he turned around, he heard the man say softly behind him: "Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank." Champion was deliberately indifferent.

"Can you do me a favor." Zhou Xing's voice was hoarse and not pleasant.

"What's the matter? Why should I help you?" Champion said, but he didn't have the slightest intention to leave.

Zhou Xing pressed his face against his lover's cold skin, and said softly, "I want you to help me investigate the truth of his death."

"I don't have to help you."

"You helped me, and I will willingly fulfill the agreement."

"What if I don't help you?"

Zhou Xing avoided talking about it and just said, "Please, help me."

With a thought in his mind, Champion stretched his brows and said in a deep voice, "I can help you, but you need to pay a price in advance."

"What do you need me to do?" Zhou Xing's tone was not flustered, and he seemed to have a premonition.

Champion took a step back and closed the door.He turned around, his gaze fell on Zhou Xing who was snuggling with "Lu Zheng", slowly tore off the white glove on his right hand, walked to the side of the man, and stretched out his right hand.

"How about staying with me tonight?"

Zhou Xing took a quick breath, closed his eyes, and his whole body tensed up, looking pitiful and ridiculous.

But he didn't have any weight in his hands, and he didn't even have the capital to stay silent for too long.

Maybe 10 minutes, maybe only 3 minutes?

He said blankly: "I promise you."

The next moment, Champion's hand touched Zhou Xing's face, and he kneaded it affectionately.The cold hand slid all the way along the contour of the cheek, and began to unbutton Zhou Xing's body slowly.

Zhou Xing raised his hand and held Champion's wrist. Warm tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes. He asked, "Don't be here, can you?"

Champion loosened Zhou Xing's button with his fingers, and his words were always indifferent and cruel: "I guess, you don't have the ability to hold a decent funeral for your lover?"

Zhou Xing opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and clear tears. He silently let go of the hand holding the man's wrist. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his jacket one by one.

This double bed is not big.

Zhou Xing's hand was clutching his lover's cold arm at first, but when Champion broke in, he withdrew his hand again as if electrocuted.

He suddenly remembered, not long ago, Lu Zheng said to him coldly - "You are destined to betray me."

At this moment, one word became a proverb.

Zhou Xing finally cried bitterly. He struggled like crazy, trying to push away the man who was controlling him, but his resistance was insignificant, and instead aroused Champion's hidden tyranny.

Champion forced Zhou Xing to look at Lu Zheng's face, invaded his body from behind, and reminded him coldly: "Your boyfriend is dead, now, your master is me."

Zhou Xing fainted for a short time, then woke up quickly, and Sara's stern voice sounded in the chaotic room—"Please don't hurt Mr. Zhou Xing."

"It's a fair deal, isn't it, Zhou Xing?"

Zhou Xing bit the soft flesh in his lips, he swallowed his own blood and tears, and squeezed out a bleak smile.

"He's right, Sarah, you don't have to worry about me."

The long sex affair lasted all night, and finally ended with Zhou Xing's fainting and low-grade fever.

With a satisfied expression, Champion helped himself put on his clothes, took the blanket handed by Sarah with the mechanical arm, and wrapped it around Zhou Xing's body.

He glanced at the "corpse" of "Lu Zheng" and praised: "This emulation body is not bad."

"It's the latest technology of the research institute, enough to distinguish the fake from the real." Sara's voice was cut into a mechanical sound, and it was obvious that she didn't want to chat with his master for a few more words.

"Sarah, do you think I've gone too far?" Champion——Lu Zheng easily picked up Zhou Xing and walked out the door.

"You are my master, every action of yours has profound meaning, I have no right to judge you subjectively."

"That means I think I'm too much." Champion stepped on the soft carpet, and the staff along the way bowed their upper body respectfully to guide his way forward, "But Sara, I will be very happy if I do this. "

"Everything is based on your happiness." Sara no longer used that mechanical voice, but switched to a steady male voice, "I will always be loyal to you, and I am willing to do anything for you."

Champion stepped into his bedroom, placed Zhou Xing properly on the soft mattress, and took the nutritional needle himself, injecting it into Zhou Xing's body.

"Sarah, you know, it's been hard for me to trust people since that incident."

"What I long for is no longer people's love, but everything about people."

"Of course Zhou Xing is good, but he's not good enough."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Sarah ran its thinking program for a moment, and the final answer was even beyond its own expectations.

It cuts a barely used voice in the language repertoire.

It said: "I'm sorry."

Champion closed his eyes, for a moment, he was as fragile as Zhou Xing.

But in the next moment, he was that omnipotent champion again.

"Don't worry, I won't overturn, I will always win."