Scum Amendment Code

The joy that An Ning shows is fake, his prayer is real, and his pain is real.In the end, even he himself can't tell the truth from the fake, and sometimes it's easy to get confused. When An Ning is often in a state of confusion, his every move is intuitive, and there is no connection at all.

The feet were pierced with shards of glass, sunken into the flesh, and the place where the bleeding should have flowed out was blocked, embedded in the wound, and glued together with the flesh.

——It hurt so much that his fingertips became stiff, but he didn't care.

"Please." An Ning took a step forward, and the fragments got embedded a little bit more, but he didn't blink, staring at Ji Wuchang's movements, his eyes followed his footsteps.He seemed to be praying for Ji Wuchang very seriously.

The combination of innocence and wantonness in a young man has a fatal appeal to any pervert.

Like a few roses blooming in the wilderness overgrown with thorns, it is very unusual.An Ning's heart rots like a dry thorn, even though his appearance is still fresh, as delicate and charming as a rose, tempting to pick.

"You need to calm down." Ji Wuchang took half a step back.

"I know exactly what I'm doing." An Ning began to unbutton her buttons, starting from the first one on her neck, "Please fuck me."

When he said these words, his heartbeat was very steady, and he really said these words freely.

An Ning faced herself with terrifying cruelty.A boy of this age should be the most passionate about life, but now he is living on a sharp knife, no matter what he does, he will stab himself.

If it is a pervert, he will think that An Ning should be kept in captivity.

Put a collar around your neck, and spend the rest of your life in the most exquisite and gorgeous golden cage.In his twilight years, he was discarded in the gutter overgrown with grass.This is his own choice, the ending that should appear the most.

But Ji Wuchang is not, An Ning at this age should not bear so many things, his experience is not enough to bear such heavy things, so he has become like this.

Ji Wuchang peeped into his heart, the dross, the filth, and the darkness could almost drag all the light into that bottomless vortex.

It's unimaginable that An Ning didn't even go through half of his life, but he closed himself, and the mask disguised him perfectly, and lived in the world.

Leaving a life lingering in this world is An Ning's last pity for herself.

He unbuttoned half of his buttons, and he could see that his collarbone was deep, he was well-shaped, his collar was open to his chest, his muscles and bones were white, and he was criminal.

"Can you put on your clothes first?" Ji Wuchang persuaded him in a slow voice.

"Not good!" An Ning covered her ears, rejecting his good words of persuasion, as if unwilling to listen, and blocked the rest of his persuasion from her ears.

He squatted down and leaned against the corner, his clothes half-faded.Ji Wuchang felt a little resistance in his heart, which made him feel weird: "You don't want others to touch you, why do you always make such a move?"

An Ning heard it, but pretended not to hear it.

The fragment was sunk deep into the flesh, and his eyes moved slightly.

——Ji Wuchang refused to come over...

His eyes slowly darkened, his arms hugged his knees, he curled himself into a ball, buried his face on his knees, and sobbed softly: "My feet are bleeding...I can't walk..."

Because the floor was dark, Ji Wuchang hadn't noticed his wound. Now that he said so, Ji Wuchang noticed the blood stains.

It flows from the door to the feet of An Ning.

He was pretending to be pitiful, even though Ji Wuchang knew all this, he couldn't let it go, because he was really bleeding.

Feeling Ji Wuchang approaching, An Ning slowly showed a smile, then tilted her head, pretending to be innocent: "Don't you like me like this?"

"Or, do you like more sloppy ones?" He looked at the locked door behind him with a little doubt, "But, judging by his appearance, he is not as good as me, and he feels like he can't let go." He said Xi Wenxuan.

"Who taught you to speak like that?"

An Ning paused, stared blankly at the floor for a long time, and finally showed an indifferent expression after a long time: "I... was born like this, no one taught me..."

Ji Wuchang had no choice, An Ning refused to say anything, his heart was so messed up that people couldn't understand it, Ji Wuchang sighed in his heart, and said Xun Xun: "Sit down first, I'll take a look at your feet. The injury has bled a lot."

An Ning sat down obediently, but didn't show the wound, just waiting for Ji Wuchang to approach: "Ji Wuchang, sometimes I really feel that you are not a man at all."

The tone of voice changed back again, it wasn't the kind of cloying sweetness.

"If someone begs you to go up, you just untie your pants and put it on the grass, and it's over. You are the one who is so happy, why don't you want to." An Ning watched Ji Wuchang's movements, pressed his fingers on the floor casually, and sat propped up .

Ji Wuchang didn't answer his words, and asked, "Where is your medicine box?"

"We don't have a medicine box in our house. Natural healing is unique to me." An Ning lied without blinking.

There are medicine boxes in many places in the house, because he has self-harmed too many times before, and his parents found out, so they prepared a lot more and put them everywhere.

Ji Wuchang recalled that when he went upstairs, he saw it in the alcove where the decorations on the stairs were placed. At that time, he wondered why the medicine box was placed here.

——It must be prepared everywhere, in case An Ning hurts herself from time to time.

Because it is too frequent, it is so frequent that I get used to it, so I prepare it everywhere.This kind of process is not too long. An Ning tried it herself, and it only took a few months. People will feel tired, and become more and more stingy with their sympathy for unchanging actions.

An Ning was once kidnapped, because he struggled violently and was stabbed in the back by the kidnappers.Since then, An Ning has become different from before, leaving behind a shadow that hides deeply.

He has not been cared about, his parents are busy with work and have no time to accompany him, so he can only play by himself.After that kidnapping, when An Ning was rescued to the hospital, he saw the distressed look of his parents when they arrived. He seemed to have discovered something.

——He discovered one thing that day, as long as he was injured, he would get the care, companionship and gentle words of his parents.These were things he had never thought about before.

Staying alone in an empty house would be crazy lonely.

Later, An Ning was deliberately injured, and the number of times was so frequent that even his parents were unwilling to come back to see him so many times.

——This trick is useless.

I just want to be accompanied by someone, and the extravagant warmth has disappeared.

But he had long since had large and small scars, and when An Ning's parents found out that something was wrong with him and took him to see a psychiatrist, they finally couldn't get better.

Until he met his junior high school teacher, Yang Mingye.

——The condition didn't improve at all, and An Ning became even crazier.

Ji Wuchang went to the stairs to get the medicine box and treated his wound.

When he was going to get the medicine box, An Ning leaned against the door and said to Xi Wenxuan inside: "Are you listening?" He didn't expect to get an answer from Xi Wenxuan, this act was considered showing off.

"Are you suffering?"

"It would be even better if you could cry, I like to see people sad." That would make him feel good, both physically and psychologically.

An Ning evoked a smile, he touched his neck, rubbed it with his thumb, then let go of his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Ji Wuchang came back to bandage him with the medicine box, he kept silent and was very quiet from the beginning to the end. He could feel the pain of the separation of skin and flesh tissue, so he bit his wrist in his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound. Dots of sound.

When Ji Wuchang finished handling the broken glass, An Ning's wrist was bitten bloody.

He smiled at Ji Wuchang: "Will you be excited when you see blood?"

"No." Ji Wuchang bowed his head and bandaged his hands.

"Then how do you get excited?" An Ning's blood boiled a little, the way the person in front of him lowered his head was really pretty.He bit his lip unconsciously, and swallowed slowly.

"Why don't you talk? Am I not fun?"

"You look really good-looking."

"why do not you talk……"

"why do not you talk?"

An Ning asked one after another, without any impatience, and the childish look between her brows was still the same.

"Are you tired? Do you need to go back to your room?" Ji Wuchang asked him.

The first dew in the morning dripped on the bamboo leaves, made a clacking sound, and fell into the moist soil, invisible.

An Ning's heart trembled.

"Ah, I'm not tired. If I want to go back to my room, I just want to sleep with you." He regained his senses and said leisurely.

That's what he said, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.An Ning put her hands behind her back, unwrapped the gauze wrapped by Ji Wuchang just now, and let her nails sink into the wound. It turned out that the bleeding had stopped, but now the wound is deeper.

Blood was coming out.

He repeated his old tricks, as if he had returned to the self-willedness he had when he was a child.

"You're tired, I'll take you back to your room." Ji Wuchang squatted down and helped him button his buttons.

An Ning's fingertips haven't touched yet, and she even forgot to use force: "...why..."

"what happened?"

"This matter is not going right," An Ning said.

Ji Wuchang buttoned up to the second button, and raised his hand to the third: "What's wrong."

"Why are you helping me get dressed?"

"Because you are tired and need to rest." Ji Wuchang repeated the previous explanation.

"No," he said.

An Ning shook her head: "No, you should take off my clothes, then we should kiss, and finally you will come in." He even arranged the sequence well.

Ji Wuchang frowned: "Who taught you this?"

"No one taught me, I learned by myself." He still refused to say.

Ji Wuchang thought of a person, the person who made An Ning suddenly go crazy, he asked slowly: "Tell me, is it Yang Mingye?"

An Ning stared at Ji Wuchang with open eyes, without saying a word.

The blood on the wrist meanders and rolls down from the skin, "tick-tick-".

The blood rolled into a vast ocean and melted in the middle of the water, forming a layer of fine ripples.