The love I killed is back

Mo Wenliang opened his eyes and saw the dim ceiling. As a result of drinking too much alcohol, he now has a splitting headache, but besides his head, he also has a swollen and painful feeling in his stamina.He sat up, and the quilt slid down to his abdomen with his movements. He felt the coolness for a moment and made his body tremble. He looked down and saw that his upper body was not wearing any clothes, so he lifted the quilt and looked inside.

...Are you drunk to the point of streaking?

But soon Mo Wenliang realized that something was wrong. He was not in his bedroom. The decoration in the room was obviously not a hotel. A sense of panic struck him. swept up.

Jin Yan...

With no clothes around him, Mo Wenliang had no choice but to wrap the quilt around his body and get out of bed. Suddenly, there was a crisp "crash" sound in the silent bedroom. The slender iron chains seemed to prevent him from hurting his feet, and a layer of soft cloth was wrapped around the anklecuffs. No wonder he never noticed that his feet were chained.

Jin Yan came back for revenge, so he planned to lock himself up and torture him slowly!Mo Wenliang grabbed the shackles and tried to break them apart. After a few tries, he realized that he was extremely stupid. He forced himself to calm down, and the end of the chain was actually nailed to the wall.He got out of bed, and there was nothing unusual in the whole bedroom, everything was there, but he didn't find any computers that could contact the outside world. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror coldly. Coming to Jin Yan was well prepared.

"It's been half a tour, how do you feel?" A voice sounded, Jin Yan didn't know when it appeared, he put his arms around Mo Wenliang's waist and asked with a smile.

Mo Wenliang looked at Jin Yan in the mirror. He was standing in the bathroom now, and some unpleasant memories from last night became clearer: "Did you install a monitor?"

Jin Yan lowered his head and rested on Mo Wenliang's shoulder, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was extremely satisfied: "Well, I can't be here with you all day, I have to record every bit of you, by the way, here is also Pressed one."

Mo Wenliang looked above the bathroom, and sure enough, he saw a black spot in the corner very quickly. He immediately broke free from his embrace, turned around and punched Jin Yan, angrily said: "You pervert!"

The fist hit Jin Yan's face firmly. He didn't dodge. He took a step back because of the impact. He turned his face sideways, looking very calm, and said, "Which one do you think is more terrifying, a pervert or a murderer?"

Mo Wenliang was stunned by the word murderer. He gritted his teeth and said after a while, "You are not dead."

"No, I'm already dead. When I drank the bowl of soup you specially made for me," Jin Yan said with a blank expression, the coldness in his eyes was as chilling as frost, "Looking at you, I even There's not a single ounce of emotion left."

Mo Wenliang's face changed, as if he had been touched by some kind of reverse scale, and he reacted extremely excitedly and shouted: "Then let me go!"

Jin Yan didn't speak. Under Mo Wenliang's surprised expression, Jin Yan reached out and tore off the quilt on him, picked him up directly by the waist, and threw him on the bed regardless of Mo Wenliang's struggle. for a few laps.

Soon Mo Wenliang lost the room to struggle and could only pant under Jin Yan.

Jin Yan ran his fingertips through the broken hair in front of Mo Wenliang's forehead, and the movements of his hands were light and slow, as if he was treating something extremely precious, but his eyes and voice were so indifferent, his lips curled up and said: "How could I let you go..."

When I see you can only struggle helplessly under me, you can only let me do whatever I want.

Jin Yan took off his clothes, and with the dim light, Mo Wenliang saw that there were several patches of skin on the other party's bare|naked body that were different from other places, showing a dark red color. His pupils shrank slightly, and he understood what those scars were.

That's the scar left by the skin graft after the burn.

Like chronic torture, Jin Yan's movements on Mo Wenliang's body can be said to be extremely gentle, leaving wet marks on his chest with his lips and tongue, and fingers lingering all over his body to find his sensitive spots.

Mo Wenliang always pursed his lips tightly and refused to make any sound. Only when Jin Yan teased him too much, he trembled violently like an instinctive reaction, and there was a crisp sound when the iron chain collided, until he felt his wet fingers pierce into the mouth. When the place behind him was hidden, he said in a panic: "Jin Yan!"

Jin Yan stopped moving his hands, and the night outside was getting darker, but his eyes looked directly at Mo Wenliang with a magical light.

"..." Mo Wenliang didn't know what to say, he was just too scared, begging for mercy... would begging for mercy be useful?

Jin Yan waited for a while, and saw that he didn't say anything, and started to expand on his own. The three fingers twitched regularly, and sometimes a viscous liquid was brought out.

It seemed that only a few minutes had passed, and it seemed that it had been a long time. During this long time, Mo Wenliang didn't even have the energy to think extra. , at this moment he froze.

Something hotter and larger came in instead of the finger.

"No! Don't..." Mo Wenliang kept shaking his head, the feeling of fear was exactly the same as before.

Jin Yan lowered his head and kissed Mo Wenliang's lips, and whispered as if he knew what he was thinking: "No, it won't hurt you like it used to."

Jin Yan was not wrong, he had prepared well in advance, and neither of them felt any pain when he came in, but the forced intrusion still made Mo Wenliang's body stiff, and he could hear rapid breathing and heartbeat in his ears There was a popping sound.

Mo Wenliang's body was tense until the whole root was merged, like a bowstring that might break at any time.

Jin Yan let out a satisfied sigh, spread Mo Wenliang's legs further apart, grabbed his side waist and began to bump hard.

The temperature of Mo Wenliang's body and surroundings began to heat up. In the twilight coming in from the window, his whole body's skin was glowing bright red. His face was burning badly, and the ever-increasing pleasure made his lips overflow from time to time. Moaning, his dizzy brain woke up a lot when he saw a black spot inadvertently, and he said intermittently: "Turn off the monitoring..."

"No." Jin Yan replied without thinking.

"What do you want to do? Threatening with photos like before?" Mo Wenliang asked heavily.

Jin Yan was silent for a while, and he hugged Mo Wenliang. This posture made the hard object penetrate a little deeper. Mo Wenliang couldn't help but exclaimed, his feet subconsciously clamped Jin Yan's waist, and the two of them were tight. Clinging together, like a pair of lovers embracing each other deeply in love.

"Wen Liang, it's not the past anymore." Mo Wenliang could feel the heat sprayed by Jin Yan in his ears as he spoke, and the itchy feeling at the base of his ears made him turn his head, but Jin Yan pinched his chin and forced him to turn around. It was extremely calm black eyes.

"I'm no longer that poor bastard who has nothing and can only force you to look at me with photos. Isn't it the best proof that you are in my arms now?"

Mo Wenliang suddenly felt sour in his heart, and his eyes were immediately covered with moisture, but even he didn't know why he wanted to cry at this time. He didn't cry when he met Jin Yan in fear, and he didn't cry when he was forced to love. Crying, but when Jin Yan uttered the word "past", he couldn't restrain the pain in his heart.

But in the end, he still didn't cry. If he cried in front of Jin Yan, it would be like giving in to this bastard.

Not reconciled...how could he have fallen to this point.

Mo Wenliang followed Jin Yan's movements up and down. He closed his eyes, his consciousness began to blur, and his thoughts fell into an inescapable barrier. There was no longer a dark room around him, but a bustling crowd. They speak.

"My God, the fire is so big!"

"I heard that there were people inside, and the firefighters went in to save them."

Mo Wenliang stood in the crowd and watched the fire being extinguished bit by bit by the water spray gun, and soon the dilapidated and blackened house remained. The ambulance on the side ran out, and several medical staff and doctors ran into the room under the signal of the firefighters. , After a while, the stretcher came out. The people on the stretcher couldn't see anything because they were covered with white cloth, but the people around them realized something.

Mo Wenliang stared at the white cloth. At this time, a gust of wind blew off more than half of the white cloth, revealing the blackened and charred arms and chest. Everyone exclaimed, and the nurse immediately covered the white cloth tightly.

There was a pain in his shoulder, and Mo Wenliang immediately opened his eyes. He was still a little slow to react when he came out of the thoughts, and saw Jin Yan's teeth were slightly red, and his breathing was bloody, and said: " What are you thinking?"

Mo Wenliang's face was flushed, but his expression became obviously hollow. His eyes moved to Jin Yan's face, and he suddenly said, "I wonder why you are not dead."

"Oh, why am I willing to die now?" Mo Wenliang probably hated himself so much now, Jin Yan smiled, and he moved vigorously, when he heard Mo Wenliang's uncontrollable groans|groans Hold each other tighter.

Mo Wenliang endured it in a daze. He looked very strange and confused at this time, and his head was full of questions.

Why didn't Jin Yan die?

It's because he didn't do it carefully enough at the beginning... Yes, how could he just put Jin Yan in a coma and set it on fire to leave? He should have stabbed him severely on the neck.

No way... Mo Wenliang tilted his head, so the autopsy would find that it was a homicide. Even if he was underage at the time, he didn't want to go to jail.

He is now isolated and helpless, Jin Yan will definitely kill him after torturing him, and he will die in this room that no one has found.

Mo Wenliang's fingertips sank deeply into Jin Yan's back, leaving red marks with his movements, a dark red light flashed across his eyes, and the tip of his tongue stretched out to lick his pale lips.

If you are not dead, then kill again.