Rarely fascinated

Fang Zhihuan looked at Fei Luo in this oppressed position, looked at him for a while, and suddenly smiled lightly, as if jokingly said, "I can't do anything else, but there are different ways to talk about love."

Originally, Fei Luo was ready to meet Fang Zhihuan's anger, but when he saw his relaxed, tired face, and didn't intend to argue with him at this time, the heart that had been tugging all this time suddenly let go, Fei Luo He also imitated Fang Zhihuan's tone and asked, "Why can't I do it?"

Fang Zhihuan asked lazily, "Are you sure you can do anything?"

Fei Luo raised his eyebrows, unable to guess the meaning of what Fang Zhihuan said, but Fang Zhihuan seemed to have no intention of explaining, he pushed Fei Luo away with both hands, turned over, turned his back to him, and closed his eyes.

The night is still long.

Philo leaned down and planted a long string of kisses on his bare back, then fell asleep holding him again.

He knew that this was only the tranquility that Fang Zhihuan gave him on the surface, and he couldn't see the stormy waves underneath—even if he really saw it one day, he would pretend not to see it.

Fang Zhihuan is very smart, he knows what to do under what circumstances to minimize his damage, and even fight back in one fell swoop.How could a person like Fang Zhihuan allow such a humiliating thing to happen without any resistance.

Of course, this is just Fei Luo's most malicious speculation about Fang Zhihuan's scheming.Fang Zhihuan's status and behavior made it impossible not to look down on him - he was the one who escaped from Fei Luo's nose once.

Fei Luo had to admire Fang Zhihuan's strong adaptability and experience mind. In just one month, Fang Zhihuan more than doubled the scope of his Italian company... and he did it without leaving home and relying on In the case of network communication...

Looking at Fang Zhihuan who was frowning and staring at the computer intently, Fei Luo pulled the computer out of his lap unhappily, then stood and looked down at him.

"Baby."

"Give it back to me." Fang Zhihuan frowned even more, he looked up at Fei Luo, and said displeasedly, "I still have the documents..."

"You haven't been with me for a long time." Fei Luo threw the computer aside, with a bit of grievance on his face, he looked at Fang Zhihuan with a pair of blue eyes.

"Finish this contract." Fang Zhihuan reached out to get the computer, but Fei Luo suddenly knocked him over on the sofa.

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of you if you're bankrupt." Fei Luo has been suffocated these days. Although he promised Fang Zhihuan that he would stop having sex if he didn't want to, it doesn't mean he doesn't have desires. His right hand has been living with him for several days...

He kissed Fang Zhihuan like a beast biting, from the earlobe, neck, collarbone, and chest all the way down. Fang Zhihuan raised his neck slightly, enduring Fei Luo's extremely rude and impatient actions.

It wasn't until Fei Luo put his hand between his legs that Fang Zhihuan's body stiffened for a moment.

"Hey, baby, I won't do it." Fei Luo comforted him, but the bloodshot eyes and shortness of breath can fully show how tense his current situation is. He grabbed Fang Zhihuan's hand and almost begged , "Help me touch..."

Fang Zhihuan could feel how hot and ready to go the thing in his palm was, but he didn't move, just looked at Fei Luo with a relaxed, half-smile expression.

Fang Zhihuan's hand was very cold. The moment he touched it, Fei Luo took a deep breath, but when Fang Zhihuan didn't move for a long time, he was disappointed again.

"...I said I won't force you." Fei Luo resisted the desire to press Fang Zhihuan on the sofa, and tore himself off Fang Zhihuan's body, with a difficult smile on the corner of his mouth, "I Go to the bathroom..."

Fang Zhihuan half propped up his body and watched Fei Luo pull up his trouser chain with the desire, and then put on his slippers to go to the bathroom to solve his "physiological problem". broke his arm and threw him onto the sofa on his back.

"Uh..." Fei Luo didn't expect Fang Zhihuan to make a move suddenly. His body, which had been dulled by desire, became even duller now... After a few seconds, he sat up from the sofa.

Fang Zhihuan stood in front of him, obviously as if he would not let him go to the ground.

Fei Luo smiled wryly in his heart, and it’s fine if he doesn’t let him do it...won’t he be allowed to react to him...

"Baby..." Before Fei Luo could pronounce the word Belle, there was a sharp pain in his jaw, as if he had dislocated his jaw.

Fang Zhihuan looked at Fei Luo condescendingly, and suddenly laughed. He squeezed Fei Luo's chin hard again, and after seeing the obvious painful expression on the other side, he laughed happily, "Fei Luo, I suddenly found out that In fact, you are quite pretty."

Fei Luo was forced to look up at Fang Zhihuan. It was easy for him to break free, but he didn't have the guts. Combined with what Fang Zhihuan said just now, Fei Luo suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Fang Zhihuan patted Fei Luo's dick lightly through his pants, and then heard Fei Luo's breathing sound as expected.

He moved close to Fei Luo's eyes, and asked softly on his lips, "If I say I want to fuck you, will you refuse?"

He released the hand that restrained Fei Luo's chin, touched his lips with his lips, and asked again in a low voice, "Will you refuse?"

Fei Luo's Adam's apple rolled up and down obviously, he closed his eyes, and said resignedly, "There is lubricant in the bedroom..."

Fang Zhihuan didn't move, he put one leg between Fei Luo's legs and pushed him down on the sofa, "Did you use lubricant when you fucked me for the first time?"

Fei Luo's face changed for a moment, and then he didn't speak again.

He still remembers the shocking blood stains on the bed sheet when Fang Zhihuan was raped for the first time...

Fei Luo, he likes Fang Zhihuan. He probably liked him when he first saw him more than half a year ago.In a cocoon, the wrong things he has done will have to be paid back sooner or later.

But Fei Luo didn't expect Fang Zhihuan to be so inhumane, without lubricant, without expansion, he just inserted in so directly and mercilessly.

He remembered that Fang Zhihuan survived the whole process by gritting his teeth, so when he fell into a coma, he was a little unwilling...

When he woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a strong pain in a certain part.

"Are you awake?" A cold voice sounded beside my ear.

Fang Zhihuan had a cold expression that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he threw an envelope directly at Fei Luo.

Fei Luo's face turned pale instantly, he gritted his teeth and sat up, then tore open the envelope with trembling fingers.

The photos one after another stung his eyes, and his heart ached uncontrollably. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he went through those photos.

"Your taste is pretty good." Fang Zhihuan patted his cheek, "If you hadn't acted as if you wanted to be with me for the rest of your life, I wouldn't have chosen to take this path."

He picked up a photo casually, the bright red on the bed sheet made his eyes hurt a little, Fang Zhihuan looked at Fei Luo who was trembling and his face was frighteningly pale, and said softly, "If you just want to let me go when the game is over, I can play with you, but sorry, I can't do it for the rest of my life."

Fei Luo's teeth chattered, and at that moment his whole body seemed to be hit by a [-]-ton boulder. The strange pain almost made him breathless. He closed his eyes and felt as if something was running down his cheek. flowed down.

The moment he saw Fei Luo's tears, Fang Zhihuan suddenly felt flustered and lost. He gritted his teeth, "Fei Luo, you send me a video tape, and I send you an envelope. We owe neither."

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