Criminal Psychology

Every day the male prostitutes slept together, and Lin Sheng was also afraid that the two of them would fight again at night and get caught off guard.

Early the next morning, when Lin Sheng went downstairs wearing cotton socks, Fu Xingyue came out of the kitchen with freshly fried eggs. There were two baked bread and warm milk on the dining table. Stuffing the bread into his mouth, he glanced at the hot milk in front of him with contempt, opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice, and asked, "How do you want to live today?"

Holding a milk cup, Fu Xingyao pushed a stack of documents on the table in front of Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng glanced at it and found that it was a stack of inspection reports, "Going to the hospital for an examination today?"

Fu Xingyao tapped the table twice with his knuckles, and Lin Sheng changed his words naturally, "Today, are we going to the hospital?"

Fu Xingyao nodded and said, "Can you drive?" He threw out the car keys, "The doctor won't let me drive..." He pointed to his head as he said, "So ...I'm going to trouble you."

Lin Sheng was speechless. He didn't know who was driving at a speed of [-] per hour on the elevated road last night.

Fu Xingyu's illness undoubtedly affected the hearts of many people. Just as Lin Sheng drove his car to the hospital gate, the reporter who got the news from nowhere surrounded the gate tightly.

"You are very popular." Lin Sheng smiled, as if he had mastered the magic weapon to subdue Fu Xingyong.

Without saying a word, Fu Xingyao guided Lin Sheng to detour through the underground garage, successfully avoiding those lingering vampires, but before Lin Sheng could stabilize the car, Fu Xingyong pressed the seat adjustment button , Lin Sheng was bound by the seat belt, and he couldn't touch the button to untie it all at once. When he tried to touch it again, his hand had been pulled over his head by Fu Xingyong, and he couldn't move.

Lying flat on the car seat, the heater in the car was only on the first gear. When the coat was stripped off, Lin Shengsheng shivered, "You have an appointment with the doctor at eight o'clock."

"There are still 10 minutes." After Fu Xingyue finished speaking, he scratched Lin Sheng's nipples with his nails. Lin Sheng's breathing quickly became rapid. Even through thermal underwear and shirts, Lin Sheng's shameful protrusions could be clearly seen nipples.

Lin Sheng suddenly became calm, and his fingertips curled up slightly, as if he wanted to caress Fu Xingyong's face, "What are you afraid of?"

There was only the sound of Fu Xingyao's slight panting in the space, and after a while, even the panting sound disappeared, only the heater was still working tirelessly.

Fu Xingyao let go of Lin Sheng, opened the door and got off the car. When Lin Sheng got out of the car after packing his clothes, Fu Xingyong was gone.

The brain surgery department of the hospital is on the sixth floor. Lin Sheng generously opened the door to the director's office. Fu Xingyu frowned slightly. He looked at the person who walked in suddenly and said, "Get out."

Lin Sheng dragged a chair and sat next to Fu Xingyao. At the other end of the desk was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was not surprised to see Lin Sheng. He still said to Fu Xingyao in a calm tone: "My opinion No surgery, the tumor is in the medulla, and your recent CT shows no signs of tumor expansion, if you don’t have surgery, you..."

"Maybe you can live for ten years, maybe you can only live for another 10 minutes?" Fu Xingyao glanced at Lin Sheng.

"It's because you are so stubborn that he left you. Don't you think about yourself, or your friends and lover?"

"After half a month, the date will not change." Fu Xingyao interrupted the director's rambling, he picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and quickly walked out of the office.

Lin Sheng smiled apologetically at the director, and didn't talk too much about him and his so-called lover.

When going downstairs, the two of them didn't take the elevator. Fu Xingyue took Lin Sheng and stood outside the ICU for a while. There were aging old people and healthy-looking young men there. The thick and thin catheters seemed lifeless. They either wanted to fight hard to survive, or they would rather have all the catheters removed.But these people, they have no choice.

From a certain point of view, Lin Sheng is the person who understands Fu Xingyao best in the world.

In the underground parking lot, Fu Xingyao's car was discovered by reporters at some point. Reporters holding cameras and recording pens surrounded Fu Xingyao's car openly, waiting for the conductor to throw himself into the trap.

The car seems to be temporarily unavailable, and the bus is the best choice for emergency, especially for a man who has nothing to do and waits to die, the bus full of human flesh smell is the best breeding ground for nourishing sexual desire.

Surrounded by poor people rushing to work, Lin Sheng was squeezed out of shape by pulling the yellow handrails. Suddenly, he felt something soft and hard against his buttocks, and his face turned red instantly. After being stiff for a moment, Lin Sheng tried to push the person away with his backhand, but his waist was tightly clamped by Fu Xingyao's arms.Lin Sheng looked down and saw Fu Xingyao's pale and slender fingers, which he couldn't break apart even with all his strength.The ass was held up by the man's hot penis, Lin Sheng was pressed against the edge of the car window, and his own penis was pushed against the cold railing, shaking with the swaying car, it was surprisingly exciting.

Lin Sheng felt ashamed and angry for the first time, he glared at Fu Xingyao, but unexpectedly saw the man's serious and crazy eyes.

Afterwards, Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest, and the man's cold fingers quickly pinched his nipples.Lin Sheng couldn't help but groaned in a low voice, and reluctantly said: "Don't get in..."

The bus braked suddenly, the doors opened, and a stereotypical female voice played from the loudspeaker.Taking advantage of the opportunity of passengers rushing up, Fu Xingyao pulled Lin Sheng and squeezed him into the darkest corner of the car. He turned Lin Sheng upside down, wrapped his palms around Lin Sheng's lower body, and kneaded him gently.

Because the genitals were being fondled in public, Lin Sheng felt so comfortable that he wanted to cry out. He barely leaned his head against Fu Xingyao's neck, and opened his mouth to bite on Fu Xingyao's smoky gray coat.Although the bus compartment was squeezed into canned sardines, the two big men were still a bit eye-catching when they faced each other. In order to avoid being discovered, the two men had to stick their genitals closer together.

Lin Sheng's swollen genitals rubbed against the cotton underwear. Through the thick underwear, he could feel the same vigorous desire of Fu Xingyong. Rubbing, each other's desires are slowly expanding, from soft to hard, and then hard to painful. I want to rub more violently, but I am afraid of being discovered by other passengers. In this way, it is better than changing positions. Hours are tiring.

"You are a fucking lunatic." Lin Sheng took out a cigarette with shaking hands, and spurned Fu Xingyao. He finally stood back on the hard and stable concrete floor, but the wet and cold crotch reminded him that just now Someone cums excitedly on the bus.

Lin Sheng took two sharp puffs of his cigarette. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the huge advertisement on the opposite side of the road, and was choked by the smoke. On the advertisement, a man in sportswear was trotting with a Labrador dog. Lin Sheng's face was stiff. He looked at Fu Xingyao from head to toe, and then from foot to head, and asked, "Do you have this habit?"

"Obviously..." Fu Xingyao glanced at the advertisement on the opposite side, and continued: "You know, people who are dying, always want to try a lot of things..."

Lin Sheng looked at Fu Xingyao as if he had seen a ghost, and followed Fu Xingyao mechanically.

Across the road is the largest pet market in H City. From small birds to miniature pigs, all the pets you can think of are available here. There are even horses for sale here, yes, half-human tall stallions.

Lin Sheng stood in front of the maroon stallion, stretching out his hand to stroke its sparse mane, "He is such a handsome young man." Lin Sheng chatted with the horse dealer.

"Isn't it..." The horse dealer skillfully took the grass and handed it to Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng put the green grass in front of the pony's nose, and the pony ate happily, "The horse is also good... You can also raise it in your yard, and it should be better than dogs..." He suggested seriously.

"You prefer horses?" Fu Xingyao glanced at Lin Sheng's butt, and Lin Sheng felt a chill down his back.

In the end, Fu Xingyao still fell in love with a dog, a golden retriever that was so old that he could only lie in the cage and pant. Its skin was loose and its coat color was dull. The boss said that this dog might not live more than ten days. For Fu Xingyao, it was just right.

"Give me ten yuan..." The owner of the pet shop walked to the old golden retriever's cage with a palm-sized Chihuahua in his arms.

When the Chihuahua saw the old golden retriever in the cage, it roared like crazy, struggling to jump into the cage.The old golden retriever opened his eyelids sleepily, turned his head to the sunny side, and continued to sleep.

Lin Sheng pulled Fu Xingyao and said in a low voice, "You don't have to do this."

Fu Xingyao didn't say much, he paid ten yuan, and dragged the old golden retriever home.

No rehearsals, no need to go to the orchestra, Fu Xingyao became idle all day long, except for eating and sleeping, the only thing left to do was sex, but if you do too many things you love to do, people will become numb, especially But when almost every corner of the house has been ruined, it is not so interesting to think about ruining it again.

The old golden retriever was arranged in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. Whenever Lin Sheng was pressed on the long-haired carpet and fucked hard, he could sometimes hear the old golden retriever panting. Sometimes, he couldn't even tell the difference. , Is that voice from the blonde or from Fu Xingyong?

Lin Sheng even felt that Fu Xingyao was using the dog to remind him of the fact that his time was numbered.

Fu Xingyao became a little lethargic, and sometimes even when the two of them were doing it, Fu Xingyao would stop silently.

Lin Sheng felt that there was no movement in his body. When he turned over, he found that Fu Xingyao had fallen asleep on his stomach. The tumor growing near the thalamus could easily press on the sleep center. Lin Sheng moved his body and pulled out Fu Xingyong's genitals. Cover him with a quilt and put on a shirt to see the old dog on the balcony.

Fu Xingyao seemed to really want to keep a dog, and he even gave the dog a cute name, Puppy.Lin Sheng crouched in front of the cage and stroked Puppy's head. The old dog moved his head and stuck out his tongue to lick Lin Sheng's hand.

After squatting in front of the cage for more than half an hour, Lin Sheng finally heard the sound of Fu Xingyao getting up.

"How long have I been asleep?" Fu Xingyong pulled back the thin quilt, with a bad expression on his face.

"47 minutes." Lin Sheng glanced at the quartz clock on the wall and replied.

"It's been longer than last time." Fu Xingyu looked at Lin Sheng and said.

"The tumor probably oppressed your reticular system, and your drowsy time will only get longer and longer." Lin Sheng smiled and said calmly.

Fu Xingyue looked at the young man sitting cross-legged next to the old dog, the black eyes of the young man and the forced smile on his lips, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing.

"We can go out at night, do you have any place you want to go?" Fu Xingyao asked suddenly.

"Midnight bus sex seems good?" Lin Sheng asked tentatively.

Fu Xingyao narrowed his eyes slightly, which made his eyes darker green, "We can go to the place where you used to work." He looked at Lin Sheng thoughtfully.

"You want to know how I work?" Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He quickly took off his home clothes, leaving only a pair of light blue boxers, and then sat down on Fu Xingyong with his legs apart. "You know, at my age, you can neither dance with a pole in your arms, nor stand on the bar and twist your waist, but as long as you take off your clothes, someone will give you money." Lin Sheng took the initiative to kiss Fu Xingyue's lips looked extremely guilty.

"Really?" Fu Xingyao tapped the armrest twice, ripped off Lin Sheng's underwear, and put him on the carpet.

This time, Fu Xingyao dragged Lin Sheng to work hard for three hours. This time, Fu Xingyao not only did not fall asleep, but he did not forget to remind Lin Sheng of the night's agreement after finishing the work.

Lin Sheng's back was hurting, his legs were hurting, and Fu Xingyong's stuff was still coming out of his butt, but he could only agree with it with a smirk.Taking advantage of Fu Xingyao's opportunity to go downstairs to change clothes, he fled into the toilet with his mobile phone, locked the door, and dialed his friend's number.

"FUCKYOUDAVE, what kind of work did you introduce me to? Not only did he drag a dying dog home to raise, but he also said that he would go to my work place!" Lin Sheng yelled into the phone while sitting on the toilet.

"You still can't handle him, you walk around in front of him naked and let him press you on the bed and fuck you, half a day has passed, why does he still want to go to your work place?" The person on the other end of the phone laughed.

"Idiot, it's been half a day!" Lin Sheng cursed.

"Oh! This is a good sign! It means that he is interested in you, not just in your body~" The man on the phone said the word "sexual interest" in a lewd tone.

"Clear your mind! If Fu Xingyao finds out, do you think he will give you aphrodisiacs and let ten tough men fuck you to death?" Lin Sheng's tone was cold, and the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while , and finally hesitated and said: "I think it is very possible, but... it seems to be not bad?"

Just as Lin Sheng was about to get mad, he hurriedly said, "Leave the duck shop to me, and you only need to be responsible for coaxing the uncle well."

Lin Sheng pushed open the bathroom door and went downstairs. Fu Xingyong had already put on a black suit and a dark blue striped tie. It didn't look like he was going to a prostitute, but like going to an elegant concert.

Lin Sheng walked up to Fu Xingyao with a smile, touched the tie around Fu Xingyao's neck, and pulled him in front of him, "Is this how you want to go to the duck shop?"

Fu Xingyao looked in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and was a little puzzled.

"I'm so hard, it looks like I really want someone to pick you up." Lin Sheng leaned closer to Fu Xingyao's ear and whispered.

But this time, Lin Sheng's erotic teasing did not win Fu Xingyao's response. Fu Xingyao patted Lin Sheng's waist and said, "The carpet at home is always messed up by you. I think we need to change the place." .”

In the duck shop, the lights are dim and ambiguous, the space is filled with hoarse blues music, and there are no aggressive performances in the shop, you can hardly tell who is a customer and who is for sale.

Lin Sheng led Fu Xingyao to sit on the bar, and the bartender enthusiastically handed over a jug of beer, and said with an ambiguous smile, "Lin Sheng, the new rich man?"

Lin Sheng smiled knowingly, hooked Fu Xingyao and said, "I have put in a lot of effort."

The bartender gave Lin Sheng a thumbs up, then turned to Fu Xingyong and said, "Sir, what would you like to drink, the new Vodka is good..."

Just as Fu Xingyao was about to speak, Lin Sheng said first, "A glass of orange juice."

The bartender blinked and turned around obediently to squeeze the juice. Fu Xingyao whispered into Lin Sheng's ear, "I remember, I hired a male prostitute instead of a health doctor?"

Lin Sheng felt his ears go numb, and Fu Xingyong's face was hidden under the dim light. Although his face became thin and thin due to the disease, he was still extremely handsome. "We can play the game of doctor and patient." Lin Sheng Sheng gently stroked Fu Xingyao's lower body, and said ambiguously.

In a rare way, Fu Xingyao smiled lightly.

The perfect atmosphere was interrupted by the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone. Fu Xingyao took out the phone, and the blue light of the mobile phone screen projected onto his face. Lin Sheng clearly saw that Fu Xingyao's face froze, and he stood up from the chair , for the first time avoided Lin Sheng to answer the phone.

"I bet, it's an old lover." The bartender brought over the orange juice.

Lin Sheng took a sip of beer, stretched out his hand to the bartender, and introduced himself, "Lin Sheng."

"Jason." The bartender leaned against the bar, straightened the bow tie around his neck, and shook hands with Lin Sheng, "Dave paid a lot of money to hire me to act with you."

While joking, Lin Sheng's beer had already run out, and the bartender handed him another beer, but Fu Xingyao still didn't come back.

"I have a bad premonition, and you probably guessed it right." Lin Sheng was lying on the bar counter, bored.

"I heard from Dave that Mr. Fu is not in good health, so he specially asked us to put on soothing music." The bartender looked gossiping,

"It's not that he's in poor health, it should be said that he's dying." Lin Sheng corrected.

"What about his family...why do you want to be with him?"

Hearing this, Lin Sheng seemed to think of something, he jumped off the high stool and rushed out of the shop quickly.

The street outside the shop was empty. Fu Xingyao was standing under the orange streetlight, and there seemed to be another person standing in front of him.When Lin Sheng got closer, he realized that he was really a very beautiful young man. The young man had soft short chestnut hair, and his temples were slightly wet. He seemed to have come from a long distance, and his porcelain-like cheeks were flushed. It was flushed, and people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Looking at Fu Xingyao's cold appearance and the pleading eyes of the beautiful young man, Lin Sheng quickly understood what happened.

"That's it... cheap..." The beautiful young man saw Lin Sheng at a glance, pointed at him and yelled at Fu Xingyong, perhaps because he was not used to swearing, his face turned red after just saying the word cheap.

"Bitch? Are you talking about me?" Lin Sheng walked up to Fu Xingyao.

"You...you are not worthy of him!" The young man's finger almost poked the tip of Lin Sheng's nose. Lin Sheng took a closer look at the young man's beautiful face, and suddenly realized that the beauty in front of him was the violin in Fu Xingyue's symphony orchestra chief.

The conductor and the first violin seem to be a good match. It was the first time Lin Sheng encountered such a bloody thing, "I don't want to match him." Lin Sheng explained: "We are not in love, we are just having sex, so There is no match or mismatch.”

"No, you are not worthy of his bed at all! Your job is to spread your thighs to men every day, but his job is to soothe people's souls." The little beauty looked up at Lin Sheng with a vicious tone.

Lin Sheng was smoking a cigarette, and in the thin mist of the cigarette, the world famous violinist's brows became blurred. Although Lin Sheng wanted to press the cigarette on that exquisite and beautiful face, he still vomited. After taking a puff of smoke, he said calmly, "23,2.3, [-]."

"what?"

"I said, his penis is 23cm long and its diameter is 2.3cm when erect, so I know him better than you do."

Fu Xingyao seemed to be very useful to Lin Sheng's words. He stared indifferently at his former lover, said goodbye, and walked towards the parking lot without looking back.

Lin Sheng caught up with Fu Xingyao in a hurry, opened the car door and got in. Fu Xingyong drove the car quietly. It was getting dark, and he was speeding along the wide road aimlessly, not caring where he was, nor caring. people around me.

Finally, he braked and parked the car by the river.

Lin Sheng pressed the car window, and the icy wind made all the ambiguity disappear.

"How did you and the little beauty break up?" Lin Sheng cut directly to the topic.

Fu Xingyao didn't speak, Lin Sheng asked another way: "When did you break up?"

"A month ago."

"You were found to have a tumor, and he abandoned you?" Lin Sheng sighed, looking at Fu Xingyao with pity.

"No, it was because I insisted on having an operation. He said he couldn't bear to watch me die, so he left."

"So, you recruited male prostitutes because your old lover couldn't be crazy with you?"

"Yes."

"A good choice." Lin Sheng laughed suddenly, and leaned over to kiss the man's dry lips, but Fu Xingyao pushed him away.

"Aren't you in the mood?" Lin Sheng suddenly put out his cigarette, and said with a sneer, "What right do you have to be in the mood, you don't have a few days to live, and you don't have time because your little lover is sad, so hurry up Fuck me!"

After he finished speaking, he took off his shirt neatly, untied his belt, pulled his pants down to his knees, then slightly arched his body, and put his fingers into his back hole. After a while, he pulled A slightly vibrating sphere came out, "I stuffed vibrating eggs in my ass to ensure that you can get in smoothly every time, so why are you holding back?"

Lin Sheng threw the vibrating egg to the back seat, and the pink plastic ball fell to the ground with a thud. Lin Sheng straddled Fu Xingyao, and just at the moment when their genitals touched, he felt the man's fullness Lin Sheng suddenly laughed, and then unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Fu Xingyao watched all of Lin Sheng's actions with cold eyes. He let Lin Sheng untie his belt and tease his genitals, but there was no response to this. Lin Sheng simply held Fu Xingyao's penis and pointed it at himself Even though the vibrating egg was stuffed all day long, Lin Sheng still felt a tearing pain the moment the thick thing entered his body.

Lin Sheng pressed Fu Xingyao's shoulders and looked directly into Fu Xingyao's eyes. His body sucked Fu Xingyao's penis up and down. There was no pleasure, no communication, it seemed like endless mutual torture. For a moment, Lin Sheng felt that there were hands tightly around his waist.

"Um……"

Fu Xingyao forced Lin Sheng to sit on the bottom, and the whole thick thing was pushed into Lin Sheng's body completely. Lin Sheng felt a tingling in his body, and he involuntarily clamped his buttocks.

"I didn't satisfy you, still want?" Fu Xingyao slowly twirled Lin Sheng's nipples, his penis was wrapped by Lin Sheng's hot intestines, although he really wanted to fuck Lin Sheng beyond words The words come, but he still slowly thrusts in and out.

Lin Sheng's face flushed instantly, his genitals were half erect, he twisted his body and rubbed his genitals against Fu Xingyao's lower abdomen, "Hold hard..."

"What force?"

Lin Sheng was yelling loudly just now, but now with the man's penis in his mouth, his voice became smaller and smaller, "Fuck me hard..."

"What do you use to fuck you so hard?"

"Fuck!" Lin Sheng angrily raised his buttocks and sat down vigorously. Fu Xingyao suddenly lowered the back of the chair. Lin Sheng lost his balance and fell on Fu Xingyao. Refreshing.

There are starry neon lights on both sides of the river, the river is darker than the night sky, Lin Sheng is sitting on Fu Xingyao, the man's penis is still in his body, but Fu Xingyao fell asleep again at some point, Lin Sheng put his clothes on On him, he bent down and dropped a kiss on his lips. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was hopeless.

Perhaps the sex therapy worked. In the next few days, Fu Xingyao's spirit improved a lot. Although he seldom pressed Lin Sheng to have sex, Lin Sheng clearly felt that Fu Xingyong talked more.

Fu Xingyao would talk with Lin Sheng about his previous relationship, how he and the little beauty met, and how they cooperated so well in the performance. He would even exchange cooking experience with Lin Sheng. People are so ignorant of cooking skills that at most they go to the suburban vegetable market to buy pickled semi-finished ingredients.

Lin Sheng drove Fu Xingyao to the supermarket to buy ingredients for the last five days.

The supermarket was bustling with each other, Lin Sheng bought a cup of warm milk tea, and while sipping the pearls in it, he discussed dinner with Fu Xingyong.

Not far from him, a middle-aged woman disagreed with the weighing in the supermarket, saying: "How could this chicken weigh 5 pounds?"

"Put it down if you can't afford it!" said the weigher.

Lin Sheng walked behind the middle-aged woman and paused for a moment. He heard the woman's heavy panting and felt something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" Fu Xingyao looked at the mushrooms on the shelf and asked, "Chicken minced mushroom soup?" Before he finished speaking, Lin Sheng pushed him away, and quickly supported the limp middle-aged woman .

The supermarket employees were taken aback and couldn't help screaming.

Lin Sheng said angrily: "Shut up, call 120!" He then laid the woman on the ground, untied the woman's heavy woolen coat, and quickly checked her pupils and heartbeat. The woman's breathing became weaker and weaker. , Lin Sheng quickly looked up and looked around: "Knife..." He suddenly raised his voice: "I want a knife, who of you has a knife, a Swiss Army knife...any knife, hurry up!"

The crowd around the side were stunned, but they were suddenly yelled, and soon came to their senses. Soon, someone came over with a utility knife from an unsealed carton. Lin Sheng took the knife, asked Fu Xingyue for a lighter, and burned it. The position of the blade, and then holding the front half of the blade, it cut down on the woman's throat. Blood gushed out instantly. Lin Sheng calmly took the straw from the milk tea cup and inserted it.

For a while, the supermarket was silent, and all the faces showed unbearable expressions. They surrounded the young man with blood on his hands and the woman with an orange-red milk tea straw stuck in her neck, except for one tall man. The thin man was far away from the crowd. He was leaning on a shelf not far away, as if he was looking at something strange.

It took about 10 minutes for emergency personnel to arrive.

"Acute respiratory failure, I had an endotracheal intubation 10 minutes ago, and my blood oxygen saturation should have gone up, but the situation is still not very good..." Lin Sheng held the woman's chubby hand, and described the procedure to the emergency personnel in detail. During the rescue process, he left his phone number and ID number. When he finished all this, he happened to meet Fu Xingyao's blue eyes when he turned around.

Lin Sheng swallowed, and walked up to Fu Xingyao in fear.

"Shouldn't we get to know each other again?" Fu Xingyong narrowed his eyes slightly, he loosened his tie knot, and slowly rolled up his cuffs.

"Lin Sheng...X Hospital."

"Psychiatric hospital?" Fu Xingyao's tone became colder and colder.

"It seems, yes?"

"So the male prostitute Dave introduced me to was actually a psychiatrist?"

"I occasionally... also do some part-time jobs."

The vibrator in the buttocks was tirelessly moving, Lin Sheng was naked and tied to the seat by the dining table, and Fu Xingyue was finely cutting a piece of steak.

"Uh...uh..." Lin Sheng's mouth was stuffed with flesh-colored mouth balls, his thighs were separated and tied on both sides of the table, exposing his upright penis and wet rear hole, a thick and long black massager The rod was tirelessly moving in his buttocks, the intestinal fluid mixed with sweat flowed on the chair, and the beech wood bench surface became wet and sticky.

Fu Xingyao poured a glass of iced lemon juice. The translucent liquid looked like something flowing out of Lin Sheng's body. Fu Xingyao raised the glass and took a sip, then got up and walked in front of Lin Sheng. He leaned slightly At the mouth of the cup, half a glass of cold lemon juice dripped slowly along the muscle texture of Lin Sheng's chest. The nipples were stimulated by the cold liquid, and became more red obviously. Lin Sheng raised his head, just in time to see Fu Xingyue's indifferent glance , there is no desire in his eyes, more ridicule and hatred.

Lin Sheng was whining about to say something, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth. Fu Xingyue lowered his head and kissed Lin Sheng's stuffed mouth, and said to himself: "Doctor, I was stripped naked by a mental patient You can be so hard on the chair?" He said, stroking Lin Sheng's swollen pouch with his cold fingers, "You are so excited, shouldn't you feel ashamed?"

Lin Sheng was very comfortable being touched. The tip of his genitals secreted a milky white liquid. Just when he was about to cum, Fu Xingyue suddenly stopped stroking. Lin Sheng couldn't tell how uncomfortable it was.Fu Xingyu smiled, and he slowly pulled out the thick massage stick in Lin Sheng's body. While pulling it, he did not forget to turn it gently in a circle, and Lin Sheng raised his butt higher, as if urging him.

Fu Xingyao still maintained his unhurried pace. After pulling out the terrifying massage stick, he inserted his slender index finger into Lin Sheng's back acupuncture point.

Lin Sheng could feel that the cold fingers were like snake-like Nobuko, stroking the folds of his buttocks inch by inch. The back hole that had been dried by the massage stick for more than half an hour could not be satisfied with just one finger. Lin Sheng tried his best to shrink his back He wanted to make himself more comfortable, but Fu Xingyao tried it. His fingers quickly left Lin Sheng's buttocks, and brought out a strip of transparent mucus, "Doctor, do you want me to fuck you?" Fu Xingyao put The liquid from Lin Sheng's body wiped the corner of Lin Sheng's mouth, he approached Lin Sheng's ear, and asked in a low voice.

Lin Sheng nodded his head honestly, Fu Xingyue untied the ball that was bound in Lin Sheng's mouth, and unzipped his trousers along the way, and the thick and long penis reached the tip of Lin Sheng's nose.

Lin Sheng leaned forward with difficulty, his lips touched the man's swelling desire, and he could even feel the blood gurgling in the blood vessels on the surface of the penis. Lin Sheng gently licked Fu Xingyao's sac with his tongue Fu Xingyao's breathing was still calm, Lin Sheng struggled to lick from the root of the penis to the top of the swell, but Fu Xingyao just leaned against the table, his face was calm, as if he was erect, being caught The person who is trying to serve is not himself.

Soon, Lin Sheng noticed Fu Xingyao's abnormality. He held Fu Xingyao's penis in his mouth and looked up into the man's eyes.

"Go on, why didn't the doctor go on?"

Lin Sheng spat out Fu Xingyao's penis and asked, "Do you think you are mentally ill?"

Fu Xingyao looked down at the doctor who was posing lewdly on the chair, and watched him ask questions with extremely calm words.

"It was Dave who invited me here because he was afraid that you would faint suddenly! Use your brains, my one-hour consultation fee is 50 yuan, and I only charge 50 yuan for an hour with you. Why do you think I should give you a discount? Yes Are your things thicker or longer than others?" Lin Sheng finally couldn't help but explode, he yelled at Fu Xingyong, and continued to chatter, "It's just like that when you get hard, and you can buy a massage stick in a sex shop for only [-] yuan. Yuan……"

"Others?" Fu Xingyao suddenly called out, interrupting Lin Shengdi's cursing.

Lin Sheng suddenly stopped talking, only feeling a pain in his tailbone.

Fu Xingyao tormented Lin Sheng enough, three days before the operation, Lin Sheng's posterior acupoints hadn't subsided, so he could only lean on the sofa with Fu Xingyao to watch a so-called big-budget action movie, but the director Using one lengthy shot after another to describe the young eyes and soft temples of the hero and heroine, Lin Sheng was a little sleepy, maybe the shots were too slow, or the interludes in the film were too hypnotic. At the end of the film, he could hardly bear Wanting to close his eyes, at a certain moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fu Xingyao's name appearing in the composer column at the end of the credits.

"It's not like your style." Lin Sheng leaned his head on the old golden retriever's belly. When Fu Xingyong was sleeping, he had dug out Fu Xingyong's concert and listened to it. Fu Xingyong's style Always cold and impassioned, never tender, but he quickly understood, couldn't help scratching the old golden retriever's chin, and asked, "Is this director also your old lover?" He teased, "It's a pity."

"No." Fu Xingyao touched the old golden retriever's head, and his voice gradually slowed down: "More than ten years ago, I just graduated from the Conservatory of Music. I studied composition, unlike other majors. I can support myself by selling my violin on the street, I can’t sell a single piece of music, life is very sad, finally someone is willing to pay for my things, I am very excited, I sent all my things over..."

"Then?" Lin Sheng clasped Fu Xingyu's wrist lightly, and his pulse became weaker and weaker.

"No and then..."

Fu Xingyao's voice finally became almost inaudible.

Lin Changchang heaved a long sigh. He came to Fu Xingyao's side, as if he was waiting for such a moment.

The ambulance screeched and dragged Fu Xingyao to the hospital. Fu Xingyao was carried out of the car like a puppet, and carried into various instruments. Only then did Lin Sheng realize that although Fu Xingyao was indifferent, his popularity seemed Not bad, all kinds of people rushed to the hospital when they received the news that Fu Xingyong was unconscious.

In the ward, in front of all the visitors, the director of the brain surgery department held a newly released film and said to Lin Sheng: "The tumor size has obviously increased, and the operation must be performed as soon as possible."

"He will die!" Fu Xingyao's beautiful ex-boyfriend also came to the ward. He stood in front of Lin Sheng and shouted at the director.

"When will the surgery be possible at the soonest?" Lin Sheng looked very calm.

"This afternoon."

"You said that the success rate is only 5.00% at most!" The little beauty grabbed the director with a ferocious face, "He can't die!"

"Why can't he die?" Lin Sheng laughed, looking back at the man lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.Fu Xingyao was wearing a patient gown with white background and blue stripes, with one hand resting on the outside of the quilt, and a needle was inserted into the back of his veined hand. Only the beating physiological indicators on the monitor told Lin Sheng that Fu Xingyao was still alive.

"Arrange surgery as soon as possible." Lin Sheng said to the director.

"You are just a male prostitute he hired. What qualifications do you have to arrange his operation? You don't know him at all, and you don't love him at all." The little beauty punched Lin Lin.