How to say goodbye to patrons

Chu Yan stopped talking, and he didn't even want to leave the room where he was chained unless necessary, because every step he took reminded him that he was being treated like a pet.

hatred?Chu Yan wanted to hate, but in the final analysis, Xiang Youlin was also jointly and severally responsible for becoming like this.

The glare of the sun shone in, and the curtains fell down during that struggle, and they simply did not install them again.

The sunlight spread from the end of the bed to Chu Yan's body exposed to the quilt, until the exposed part felt hotter than other places, and Chu Yan still didn't move.

The sunshine in spring should have been the most comfortable, but Chu Yan didn't feel it anymore. Since he moved into this house, he almost never fell asleep in a real sense, except for the deep sleep that he was drunk that day.

It’s okay if you don’t calm down, if Xiang Youlin walks away suddenly for some reason, those messy, every picture contains trembling memories, they will always drill into his mind, occupying the whole brain, but because of the memory It was too messy. Even if he wanted to look at it, he couldn't tell what it was. He could only feel the despairing emotions contained in each piece of memory, and the black hands that had been holding on to his ankles were respectively embodied. , wanting to bring him into the abyss together.

After days like this took turns, Chu Yan even felt that he still had spirit, and it was already a miracle that he did not collapse.

I don't know how long it took, Xiang Youlin opened the door and came in. He took this big paper bag in his hand, which exuded the smell of food, and said a little sorry: "Today, I have to deal with some things from the past. looking at you, are you okay?"

At this time, it was getting closer to the evening, and the temperature on the skin where the sun had burned Chu Yan had already cooled down. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Chu Yan's black pupils seemed to be standing in the dark room. light the same.

He didn't even speak, just with those eyes, Xiang Youlin felt silence, a kind of black pool without any light at all, which seemed to be able to swallow all the beauty.

Xiang Youlin paused, then put the take-out bags on the ground, took out the food boxes in the same way, and placed them on the small table on the bedside table.

Every food was taken out with high color saturation, and accompanied by the smell of delicious food, the smell of food wafted around the room. After being inhaled by Chu Yan, it reverberated in the lungs, and then The spit out is also a bit of cold air without human body temperature.

Xiang Youlin pretended to be calm and arranged all the food one by one, picked up the bed table with both hands, and placed it gently between Chu Yan's legs.

"These things are what you like to eat." Xiang Youlin smiled slightly: "It should be, after all, I don't know if those things you like to eat are also deliberately catering to me."

Chu Yan still maintained the posture of lying on the bed, and did not stand up, let alone try to hook the chopsticks or spoons on the table.

Seeing this, Xiang Youlin took off his coat, revealing a white underwear that looked like he had just participated in some event and hadn't had time to change.

The whole person is clean, like the only person who brings hope in the room where the lights are not turned on.

He didn't know that behind him was not some angel's wings, but a black swamp full of dirty desires.

His slender fingers picked up a bowl of porridge. The unique rich color of pumpkin porridge made him feel full of appetite. He took a little sip with a spoon and put it near Chu Yan's mouth.

Because Chu Yan was still lying down and didn't cooperate at all, Xiang Youlin could only use a sideways posture, keeping the spoon against his lips without spilling it, Chu Yan wanted to open his mouth, and the tip of his tongue lightly You can taste it with just one lick.

Chu Yan's eyes were just staring in one direction at first, but now he felt the cold touch of metal on his lips, and his gaze moved down a little.

Suddenly he stood up abruptly!The table on the bed was instantly lifted.

When Chu Yan got up, he didn't even think about the table full of food that was still between his legs.

The soup and rice were scattered and messed up the bed, the food box fell to the ground, and even the carpet was stained with the color of brown sauce.

The original white shirt on Xiang Youlin's body was also messed up by the food.

In order for Chu Yan to eat hot food, he drove back quickly for fear of getting cold. Now he can feel that his efforts were not in vain through the temperature of the soup on his shirt, at least the food is hot. Even a little hot.

Xiang Youlin took a long, deep breath, looked for a rag from the kitchen without changing his face, quietly cleaned up the leftovers on the ground, and changed a clean quilt.

Maybe he was too used to doing it in the past two days. When he took out the spare lunch box from the paper bag, it took less than 5 minutes.

Chu Yan watched him complete such a series of actions, and saw that the table on the bed in front of him was filled with steaming food again, and put his hands under the table without changing his face, planning to lift it again.

In fact, this is a vicious circle. Whenever Chu Yan goes out to Youlin every day, Chu Yan is tortured by the pile of memory fragments. When he comes back, how can Chu Yan, who has been tortured for a day, still have any good face to show him? The emotions that have been held back for a day and have nowhere to release can only be scattered on the only person who can see them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted the table up a little, he felt a force of gravity unceremoniously pressing over him, his eyes slowly moved up, and he saw Xiang Youlin's fingers pressing on the table.

Xiang Youlin may not be going well today, unlike in the past when he didn't say anything, he said softly, seemingly reproachfully: "He's such a big man, he's not a child, he doesn't know how to lift tables and bowls Doesn't something solve the problem?"

After hearing this, Chu Yan, who was full of anger, retorted without hesitation: "You are not a child, so don't you know that the world will not revolve around you? You can't solve it if you trap people around you." Any questions?"

"You said that I can't solve any problems like this, but you tell me, how can I solve the problem?" Chu Yan spoke louder and louder, and his hands under the words were also more forceful, following Xiang Youlin because of him. The momentary exhaustion of those words directly overturned the bed table to the ground, and the force directly caused the food that had not been opened to fall to the cabinet along a parabola, and then bounced to the ground. "Huh?"

In this way, the only food left was the pumpkin porridge that Xiang Youlin once held in his hand to feed Xiang Youlin that night.

"Do you have to be treated differently like this?" Xiang Youlin said: "You didn't do this when you were in He Minting. Could it be that I have to force you like He Minting before you are willing to eat?"

Before Chu Yan could figure out why Xiang Youlin knew so clearly about what happened at that time, Xiang Youlin's lips were directly pressed against his own.

The sweet and greasy pumpkin porridge was brought over, and he was forced to eat it.

The bell on his neck made a tinkling sound when he was struggling, even when he swallowed. It sounded like a kitten's coquettish sound, very irritating.

Obviously it was the first time to do such a thing, but Xiang Youlin felt inexplicably that such a posture, including the taste of licking his lips, was very familiar, as if he had done it before.

Even He Minting clearly didn't tell him what he did when he was with Chu Yan, but he didn't know when it appeared in his mind.

It's not like watching a video, but like experiencing it yourself.

In the process of his thinking, Chu Yan also changed from choking in refusal to swallowing in obedience. His eyes were open, with dark pupils, and he looked closely at Xiang Youlin's cheek approaching him. Xiang Youlin was indeed Born to be a star, even at such a close distance, the pores on his face are too small to be seen.

I'm so tired, I'm obviously already so desperate, why do I have to persecute me again and again.

He felt that the pajamas on his neckline were forcibly ripped open, the fabric was so thin that it didn't look like the so-called high-grade textiles written on the label on the back of it.

He felt that his neck was being kissed, Xiang Youlin was pressing on him like a mountain, he felt his body was experiencing top-level pleasure, he felt the bell swinging with his body Shaking wildly, making messy noises.

But he was sober, as if the person panting underneath was not like himself.

I feel like a dichotomy.He even had time to look down at He Minting's neck.His neck is also very beautiful, whether it is wearing a v-neck dress, it looks more slender, or the turtleneck sweater covers most of the neck to make it more abstinent, or it is now clean and slender with nothing on.

There is a slight red mark on it, which is not caused by himself, but because of the indentation of the bell when he pressed on his body, and there should be a corresponding one on his neck.

Very thin, but about the size of a little finger.

Chu Yan's gaze turned away from his body, and slowly placed it on his ankle. If the thin chain was on his neck, it would probably be such a thin trace.

Maybe... it seems to be longer?