when i got pregnant with the last god cub

When Song Cheng woke up, the light in the room was dim, and he squinted slightly to look at the tightly drawn wooden curtains, feeling a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

Sure enough, he came back again, the home of him and Zheng Yanxu.

The heavy arm around the waist was tightly hugging all that declared the man, and the cool big hands were greedy for warmth, and pressed tightly against his smooth skin.

Song Cheng pursed his lips and was about to push that hand away, but suddenly his body stiffened as if thinking of something.

This subtle movement was immediately and keenly noticed by the man. The man opened his normally dim pupils, and a faint blue light flashed across.

Song Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt the man's gradually tightening big palm slowly slide across his chest, caressing the delicate soft flesh.

The cold breath sprayed on his neck, arousing tiny goosebumps, Zheng Yanxu buried himself in the young man's neck, and pressed his cold lips behind his ears.

The deep and hoarse voice sounded softly with a trace of helplessness, "What's the matter, I'm afraid of becoming like this again, huh?"

After the sound, the room fell into dead silence again. Just when Zheng Yanxu thought he would not be able to wait for a reply and wanted to sit up and take a look, a weak and crying voice came.

"You, you bastard!"

Zheng Yanxu was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help showing a doting smile on his face.

He sat up and pulled Song Cheng into his arms, caressing the young man's soft hair revealing his white forehead, and those eyes that were slightly watery from fear.

"Why don't you stay at home honestly, you know it's not safe outside." The man kissed the young man's bloodless lips, feeling a little distressed.

He rolled up Song Cheng's lazy and wrinkled pajamas to reveal his fair complexion, the beautiful mermaid line loomingly extended to the depths of his abdomen, and the man's eyes darkened.

And on top of this was a chest that was as smooth as before, and the blood hole left by the female ghost's heart was gone.

Song Cheng followed the man's movements and looked down. The big hole there was so painful that it was suffocating. Sure enough, it recovered without leaving a trace of injury.

"What's so interesting about it?" Song Cheng was troubled.

For some reason, not only does he have a fatal attraction to ghosts, but his body also has an almost abnormal repair ability. Because of this, even though he has been stabbed out by ghosts for countless times, he is still alive and breathing here.

Zheng Yanxu put down the corner of his clothes calmly, and after confirming that the ancestor in his arms was really intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whenever you can reassure me, I will be able to work less." The man reprimanded him solemnly.

Song Cheng looked at him in disbelief, his peach blossom eyes stared like a little rabbit who was at a loss.

Zheng Yanxu's heart instantly softened when he saw it, who knew that before he had time to speak, that person silently walked away from him and sat at the end of the bed.

"What are you doing?" the man asked unhappily.

Song Cheng didn't speak, but in his heart he swears and writes extremely arrogantly. Of course, on the surface, he still looks like he can't move.

The reason for this incident was that he was idle at home that day and had nothing to do, so he wanted to clean up the room on a whim, but he didn't expect that something would happen after cleaning up.

Since applying for self-study in college, he has become a veritable young man squatting at home, and sometimes it is normal for him not to be able to leave the house for ten days and a half months.

If the man doesn't come back and his friends don't stop by, he will suffocate to death at home or be killed by a ghost to end this suffocating life.

However, before he opened the door of the cupboard, he didn't even know that there was a third option, which was to be frightened to death.

It was a piece of pale human skin, hanging empty like that in the large and exquisite wardrobe.

Song Cheng silently dilated his pupils, and at the moment of the impact, his brain emptied everything for self-protection.

Ma Yi attacked and tasted the smell of blood from the tip of his tongue.

Song Cheng was caught off guard by the hollow eye sockets and the familiar face that made his hair stand on end.

This piece of human skin is not only not ugly, on the contrary, its surface is smooth and delicate, even with a faint luster.

This face was not scary, as long as he thought about it a little bit, Song Cheng immediately outlined a deserted and handsome face in his mind, and the faint mole of tears under his left eye added a bit of tenderness.

The only fly in the ointment was that this face collided with his peerless husband.

Immediately Song Cheng was startled into a cold sweat, and he subconsciously closed the cabinet door with an indescribably rude gesture.

What the hell is this thing?

Or what kind of thing is it that has slept with him for two years and played with him in a human skin coat?

Song Cheng tightly covered his mouth, letting that scream be drowned in silence.

The nerves in his mind were broken in an instant, so that without even thinking about it, he reached out to stop the car and planned to escape, and went back to Jiangling to be with his relatives.

But in fact, he can't go anywhere except around men.

Zheng Yanxu smiled helplessly and looked at the stubborn wife huddled in the corner, and asked softly, "Baby, what's wrong with you?"

"Is there anything you can't tell me, huh?"

He knew that Song Cheng always only took the soft and not the hard, and of course he only took the hard and not the soft at certain times, such as when he was stubborn and disobedient, or when fighting on the bed.

The young man turned his head and stared at a pair of misty eyes, his lips trembling: "Did you put the things in the cupboard?"

That fragile expression seemed to be about to cry when Zheng Yanxu nodded.

Zheng Yanxu was taken aback, and followed Song Cheng's gaze to see that it was the cabinet on the left side of the bed.

Because Song Cheng didn't feel safe, he usually slept next to the wall and another him, so Zheng Yanxu always took off his clothes and left after his wife was asleep.

The clothes were not thrown away, they were hung neatly in his locked wardrobe.

Since they were married for more than two years, Song Cheng has never noticed the existence of this dress, but this time he made a low-level mistake.

Unlocked cupboards.

Zheng Yanxu's silence exacerbated Song Cheng's thoughts that spewed out wildly in his heart. They were either crawling, advancing, or sprinting, all heading in one direction.

Maybe his husband really wasn't human.

At the same time that this thought came up, another feeling hinted at him even more strongly, how could an ordinary person be his husband?

Song Cheng is not gay, and even the knowledge of love was taught by the force in front of him, declaring his sovereignty in an unforgettable way.

If it was not forced, how could a proud person like him be willing to commit himself to others.

Things changed in the year when he first entered university, the sky that had not yet cooled down was like a scorching iron plate, and it sizzled when water was poured on it.

Even though it has been two years since that incident, Song Cheng still clearly remembers everything that happened during the one-month military training, the pale and bony fingers clutching behind his classmates, and the ghost shadow that blurred into the team that night.

He looked at everything around him in horror. The severe cold made him think that he was hallucinating. It wasn't until the sad news of the first person's death that Song Cheng woke up suddenly.

The roommate who was joking and chatting with him just last night was found lying quietly in a washbasin that was more than one meter long and half a meter wide when he woke up early in the morning. went in.

What's frightening is that his face is pale and peaceful, his eyes are closed as if lying on a soft bed, and his expression is indescribably weird.

Just when they were about to pull people out, a horrible scene happened.

The man's skin was as slippery and greasy as soap, but his hands were like a child's plasticine, completely deformed under their tugging.

There was no blood dripping or mutilated flesh at the scene, only the eyes were looking at each other, silent panic and arrogant depression.

The death of the first person opened the prelude to this tragic event, and soon the second person in the dormitory also disappeared in the same incredible way.

Song Cheng remembered all the chaos that year, the students' noisy parents' grief, and the rational shouting of the police.

There were four people in their dormitory, two of them died and the other two were suspended from school and kept at home for inspection.

But as the location changed, those things still followed, and Song Cheng realized that they were coming for him.

So before he had time to get rid of the control of his highly educated parents, he went round and round and fell into the hands of men.

And that person, he only met once in a restaurant whose name he couldn't remember, even though that person almost subverted Song Cheng's world view.

Everything that followed gradually got out of control. His mother, who had always loved him, covered her face full of tears and couldn't bear to turn her head away. No matter how he called, she didn't respond at all and just shrugged her shoulders and sobbed.

And his father, who had always been tall and straight, his face was covered with melancholy and gloom, he put his arms around his wife and watched the son he had raised for more than ten years being taken away by that man, his temples turned white instantly.

The moment he finally fainted, Song Cheng had been staring at the direction of his parents, he had lost all consciousness from top to bottom, and the cold breath flowed through his body like falling into a glacier.

Immediately after Song Cheng woke up on the wide, pitch-black bed, he tremblingly groped and knocked on the doors and windows, but the surroundings were still dead silent, and no one responded.

Just when he was about to despair, that heavy door opened from the outside, bringing in the only light in this space, and a trembling figure walked in the dazzling light.

Song Cheng couldn't see his face clearly, just like in that noisy small restaurant, the dislocation and suspension of space and time blurred the void.

He could only feel the terrifying aura emanating from that person, the deterrent force that could burst a heart with just one glance, Song Cheng never wanted to experience it a second time in his life.

Even though two years had passed, he still couldn't believe that the man who played with him without mercy that night was the husband in front of him with a gentle and affectionate smile.

That time, Song Cheng's face was covered with tears, choked up and begged Zheng Yanxu to let him go.

The tall, even strong, somewhat outrageous man smiled very lightly, and it was that smile that made him instantly understand what it means to have nowhere to escape.

Strong possessiveness and pleasure after success.

The man didn't say anything that night, it was almost all his monologue, crying and begging for mercy, and the man responded to him with fierce and focused movements and eyes.

After going through that kind of thing, he fell into a succubus for a long time, crying and even unable to get up again, put down all the dignity of a man and begged Zheng Yanxu to let him go.

But Zheng Yanxu did not agree, he just hugged her gently into his arms, kissing him over and over again to calm him down.

It was a cold and temperatureless embrace but with a hint of warmth, he still felt something in the dim eyes of tears.

He could see the face of the man in front of him. It was a face with excellent appearance. The affectionate, gentle and unique Danfeng eyes were slightly raised. Indifferent, and the tear mole under the left eye adds a different style.

It was really a fine skin, the first time Song Cheng had seen it in his life.

The author has something to say:

Lao Gong: That’s just a piece of clothing (spread hands)

Cheng Cheng: ... Goodbye! (Run away from home angrily.jpg)