Prison Building I

Ling Luo leaned against the head of the bed, quietly looking at Jiang Lou's sleeping face, his breath was very shallow, and when he exhaled, he circled Ling Luo's hand and disappeared.

Fast as if it never existed.

Ling Luo figured it out, she hadn't slept with him for quite a while.

Recently, he has been silently looking at Jianglou, seeing him getting paler and weaker day by day, watching him sitting quietly on the bay window, watching his white ankles with obviously much bigger chains Move with difficulty.

Weird, he thought, why didn't I fuck him?

He touched Jiang Lou's body, it was so thin, so skinny, but the skin was comfortable and smooth, a strange touch.

He lifted the quilt and pressed it on Jiang Lou's body, turned him face down, ripped off his pajamas and touched his chest.Rubbing his smooth skin very hard, even rougher than ever.

Jiang Lou hardly reacted, he turned his face and half lay on the big white bed, his eyes were still closed.

Ling Luo turned him over again, and kissed his lips fiercely, it was so cold, Ling Luo's eyelids twitched.

Why is it that the place where normal people are warm is always cold when it comes to him?

Unconvinced, he lifted his waist and touched his lower body, and pierced a few fingers, it was finally hot.Ling Luo exhaled, and then remembered something, a strange emotion rose in his heart, why use such a perverted method to test whether he is alive?

I'm probably crazy.

Jiang Lou seemed to move a bit, and Ling Luo habitually reached out to grab his wrist, but after stretching for a long time, he didn't touch Jiang Lou's struggling arm. up.

Ling Luo stared at his dispirited avatar, and suddenly moved his mouth slowly. He had never done such a thing before, and never thought that he would do such a thing.

I must be crazy, he thought so, he opened his mouth to hold Jiang Lou, and suddenly a feeling of shame and sadness climbed up his head, which made him want to vomit.

He grabbed the bed sheet, even his fingertips were trembling, and he held it tightly like a bewilderment.Then, he moved his head up and down slowly imitating the way Jiang Lou used to swallow for him. When the phlegm reached his throat, he almost spit it out again.

Sore throat...he thought, but why does the heart hurt more.

Thinking that he was doing such a thing for another homosexual, the strong sense of shame made him want to kill, and the shame of being trampled on his dignity made him want to shoot himself!

But, no one forced him to do it?

No one forced him by pulling his hair, and no one threatened him with violence. It seemed that he didn't need to continue, and he could stop this insulting behavior at any time.

So what is it that motivates him to continue burying his head between Jianglou's legs?

He thought, I might, really be crazy.

He touched Jiang Lou's delicate calf, and suddenly liquid slipped out, cold and biting, and landed on Jiang Lou's leg with a thud.

He was taken aback, and reached out to touch his face, where it was wet.

am i cryingHe couldn't believe it.

I touched my face again, and it seemed to be even more humid. The cold liquid kept slipping out from the gaps in my fingers, and it couldn't be wiped off or blocked no matter how much I rubbed it off.

I'm literally crying.

He didn't know why he was crying, and he hadn't shed tears for a long time in his memory.

Is it because Jiang Lou is dying?Or is it because I have been too depressed all the time, and there is no violent means to release it, so I can only use this fragile way?

He couldn't figure it out, he stood up and stared at Jiang Lou's unresponsive face, and suddenly smiled slightly as if thinking of something.

In the past, he could release his suppressed emotions and endless desires on his young body, but now he can't, that's why he is so sad.

It must be so.

He bent down and climbed to the head of the bed, held Jiang Lou's face and kissed it again, this time very tenderly, his lips touched Jiang Lou lightly and then let go.

Then he covered Jianglou with a quilt, took out handcuffs and a gun from the drawer, thought about it and kissed Jianglou again, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

The moment he closed the door, Jiang Lou, who had not responded all this time, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling, unheard of, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.Like a poisoned orchid in the middle of the night, with a bit of coquettish charm.

Jiang Lou blinked, and if it can't bloom, then it will be destroyed.