one night love

Fang Yue changed her shoes and entered the room, and placed the hard drive in her hand on the coffee table in front of Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng was nestling on the sofa, holding Similu in his hands and watching Korean dramas - he had resigned, had nothing to do, and took a long vacation at home, enjoying himself leisurely.

Lin Zifeng squinted at the thing, stretched out his foot, and kicked it: "What?"

"The hard drive on Wang Liang's computer," Fang Yue said, "has a lot of photos in it. I took it apart and saved him from going to trouble others."

"..."

Lin Zifeng was silent.

"I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet," Fang Yue said in a neutral tone, "What do you think?"

What do I think?How else can I feel?He looked at Fang Yue's cold face, and was a little uncertain what he meant for a while.

The smile on his face gradually faded, Lin Zifeng turned off the TV, picked up the black rectangular metal block, looked at it, then threw it back on the coffee table, unwilling to touch it again as if it was hot.

"It's up to you," he said, "to destroy it or keep it."

"What's the use of keeping it?" Fang Yue bullied him, grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the armrest of the sofa, "Have you seen all the photos?"

Lin Zifeng opened his mouth, wanting to speak but didn't know what to say.all the photos?He couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't want to remember clearly. It was so ugly that he didn't even dare to recall his own appearance in those photos.

Fang Yue took off the belt, tied Lin Zifeng's hands while he was in a daze, turned him over, and pressed him face down on the sofa.

"What are you... doing?" Lin Zifeng became nervous by his abnormal behavior, with a hint of panic in his tone, "What are you doing? Fang Yue...let me go...don't mess around..."

"Nonsense?" He asked back, tearing down the collar of Lin Zifeng's home clothes, leaving scarlet hickey marks on the back of his neck.

"Do you like this?" He roughly pulled down the two trousers to his knees, and the top of the oozing gland fluid rubbed back and forth between the buttocks, making it sticky.

"Do you like it?" he asked over and over.

It doesn't seem to matter whether you can get a response from your lover.

No foreplay, no dilation, no lubrication.

He pushed in hard inch by inch, feeling the uncontrollable trembling and pain-filled moan of the person under him.

"Lin Zifeng, do you like this?" He started to move, although the range was small, but he moved in and out firmly, "Tell me, do you like it?"

Lin Zifeng bit his wrist, his canine teeth almost pierced the skin.

He doesn't like it, he hurts, he's scared.

He whimpered and shook his head.

"Tell me," Fang Yue didn't seem to intend to spare him easily, "Do you like this? Tell me."

"I... I... woo..." Lin Zifeng was crying, but he couldn't say what he didn't like. "...It hurts...Fang Yue...it hurts..."

Fang Yue stopped moving.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew from his body, lowered his head and saw bloodshot eyes on the Xing device, it was obvious that he had hurt him.

Lin Zifeng didn't speak or move, and lay quietly on his stomach, only occasionally trembling slightly imperceptibly.

Fang Yue sighed and turned the person over to face herself.

It was already full of tears.

Still... Sure enough, he still dislikes me... He stared blankly at the hard drive on the table, sniffed a few times: "I...you...I..."

I couldn't speak, and I didn't know what to say, so I put my hands on my face and cried.

They have been together for so long, Fang Yue saw him cry like this for the first time.

Unabashed sadness and weakness.

It made him feel bad to death.

"Why don't you just say it if you don't like it? Don't you resist?" He untied his belt, grabbed Lin Zifeng's red wrist and gently kneaded it, "You obviously hate this."

Tears rolled down, slid down the cheeks, and flowed on the neck: "I, I don't know..."

"Because you're with me, you can endure everything I do?" Fang Yue pulled his hands away, "Even if it hurts or you're afraid, you can bear it?"

His eyes were covered with tears and blurred, making it difficult for him to see Fang Yue's expression clearly.

With a sudden light on her body, Fang Yue got up and left, and walked back after a while, holding ointment and cotton swabs in her hand.

"He used to treat you like this?" Fang Yue spread his legs and carefully helped him clean up and apply the medicine, "Forcing you like this?"

Lin Zifeng hummed softly.

"Why let him do this?" Fang Yue carefully applied the ointment and helped him tidy up his clothes, "Let him hurt himself?"

Why is such an independent and assertive person so passive in love?

He wiped away the tears from Lin Zifeng's face, held his face in his hands: "What's the matter with you?"

Lin Zifeng stared at him stupidly, tilting his head.

Maybe it was tired from crying, maybe it was to avoid this problem, he sobbed softly on Fang Yue's lap, gradually calmed down, and fell asleep.

Fang Yue rubbed his slightly curly soft hair and hugged him on the bed.

As soon as Guan Sheng's lunch was in his hands, he received a call from Fang Yue.

I'm outside your company, let's chat.

All right, Guan Sheng said, come up, the company cafeteria.

"What's the matter?" Guan Sheng grabbed a chicken leg with an unfriendly attitude, "Xiao Feng dumped you?"

"Is that why you can't see me being nice to him?" Fang Yue raised her hands, "You're not right."

"You don't want to come to me to show your affection, do you?" Guan Sheng threw away the bone stick and looked at his watch, "There is still half an hour, so let the fart go."

Fang Yue gave a brief account of Wang Liang's incident, and before Guan Sheng could get angry, she pressed his arm and reminded him in a low voice that she was in the company.

"You and he were young and the only friend he can have a close relationship with," Fang Yue continued, "I want to know about his past, and you should understand what I want to ask."

Guan Sheng raised a corner of the dinner plate, flicking it repeatedly: "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I like him, I want to be with him," Fang Yue said calmly, "and you are his best friend, don't you want him to let go of the past and pursue real happiness?"

Guan Sheng's fingers froze, he was silent for a long time, and raised his chin: "I don't believe you. I heard that you are not gay at all. You said you like him? How do I know if you are on a whim? Will you be under pressure then? Marrying a woman? I tell you about his past, and you turn around and dump him? He can't take it anymore."

Fang Yue was not annoyed by Guan Sheng's various doubts, but smiled softly: "This sounds familiar, didn't you do it all?"

"You!" Guan Sheng overturned the plate with a bang, which attracted the attention of colleagues around him.

Forget it, Fang Yue thought, looking at it like this, there is nothing to ask.He took off the grains of rice that accidentally splashed on his body, got up and prepared to leave.

"Sit down," Guan Sheng pulled out a few pieces of paper, and slowly cleaned up the mess on the table.

Fang Yue retracted the leg that had been stepped forward.

"If you dare to let him down, I will let you go!" Guan Sheng frowned, and threw the dirty tissue on the table, "Did you hear that!"

You don't need to say it, Fang Yue thought.