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After finishing writing, he presented the note to An Yang with both hands. An Yang stared at the note for a long time. Xiao Ning looked at him with bright eyes, almost looking forward to it. He really hoped that he could become useful, even if it was just for It's better to vent your anger and hit him than to abandon him again.

An Yang pulled him up and sat on his lap, lifted Xiao Ning's chin and looked at himself, looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you know why I'm angry?"

Xiao Ning lowered her head timidly, and wrote slowly: "Is it because Xiao Ning is troublesome?"

"No." An Yang pinched his chin, his strong fingers were hurting, his eyes were deep, his face was as deep as water, and he said angrily in a low voice: "I'm angry because the things that were originally mine were covered by other people. Leave traces!"

Xiao Ning also knew whether it was pain or fright, her eyes were full of tears, she waved her hands again and again, and mouthed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You didn't apologize to me, but now I want to leave my mark, you can't resist, understand?"

Xiao Ning nodded desperately, and An Yang acted without waiting for his reaction. He pressed Xiao Ning, who would not resist at all, on the bed, held his wrists with one hand and fixed them on top of his head, and then lowered his head and bit him. A red mark on the side of the neck.

Xiao Ning was shocked by the pain, and immediately opened his eyes wide and then closed them tightly. If possible, he didn't like to open his eyes to see how he was being ravaged by others at this time. Closing his eyes was his only escape. Look, this way the pain will not be so deep, and the humiliation will not be so easy to remember. Only in this way can it be easier for him to endure, and he is really very good at endurance.

But this time, after the first stinging pain gradually passed, Xiao Ning boldly opened his eyes quietly. He saw An Yang forcefully opened his legs with both hands, rubbing vigorously at the place full of scars, The skin there turned red with his movements, and there were a few more finger marks on the snow-white skin.

An Yang didn't press his hands anymore, but he still didn't dare to put them down by himself. He kept the movement just now and let An Yang deepen those marks on his body and leave his own brand, which was actually quite painful. But the amazing thing is that Xiao Ning didn't feel much humiliation this time. He felt An Yang's anger and possessiveness, but these made him feel safe.

He believed that An Yang would not really hurt himself. He was so angry, but he didn't whip the place where he was whipped by the belt just now. He really couldn't bear another whip, but he didn't want to be abandoned even more.

His master is angry, and he still cares about his wound when he uses him to relieve his anger, which shows that he has not been given up yet. He really wants to say, if he is really angry, I can hurt a little more, it’s okay, I can hold back.

When An Yang raised his head from his chest, he met such forbearing and trusting eyes. The flames in his eyes suddenly burned even more fiercely, and he clearly understood that it was out of desire, no longer out of anger.

Although Xiao Ning's tears from pain were hazy, she could clearly feel the change in his emotions.Angry, purposeful nibbling turned into gentle licking and stroking, and then he was turned over, kneeling on the bed with his back to An Yang.

An Yang's movements were very light, but Xiao Ning suddenly felt a little scared. He had never seen this kind of An Yang, and desire always made men lose control. He didn't know what this man looked like when he was crazy. Afraid of An Yang's animal nature, Xiao Ning knew that it was wrong for him to do this. He shouldn't be too greedy for the gentleness of his master. This man will want him, and the ultimate goal is to use him to vent his desire. He has no right to ask a man to treat him better .

So he knelt on the bed trembling, and took the initiative to separate his legs.An Yang touched his smooth skin obsessively. He gently bit the flesh on the back of Xiao Ning's neck. At this moment, Xiao Ning was like a small animal waiting to be slaughtered. Yang admired the red and purple scars on his body, which belonged to him now, not someone else's.

Such a weak, slender, and devout slave, his crouching posture seems to be begging, come on, ravage me, enjoy me, master.

An Yang couldn't restrain himself and didn't want to restrain himself any more. He stretched out his hand to Xiao Ning's lower body. He held Xiao Ning's desire and moved it up and down twice. The thing became slightly hard in his hand, and he kneaded it. Looking at the soft skin on the inner side of Xiao Ning's thighs, he opened his buttocks with both hands. With a light touch, Xiao Ning felt an uncontrollable shivering all over his body. His injury was serious, and he had only personally administered medicine this morning.

At this moment, Xiao Ning turned his head and took a look, tears were shining in his eyes, but his eyes were telling himself to continue.

What kind of glance was that, An Yang couldn't describe it, it was so painful that he would tremble as soon as he touched it, but he was still flattering to see if the person who was about to rape him was satisfied. A kind of pity.

So An Yang chose a method that didn't wrong him and didn't make it too difficult for Xiao Ning. He held Xiao Ning's legs together, inserted his desire into the gap between his legs, and rubbed them slowly. .Xiao Ning clamped her legs knowingly, slumped her waist, raised her buttocks, and rubbed the tip of her buttocks against An Yang's body from time to time in line with An Yang's movements.

An Yang held his waist with one hand and pinched his buttocks with the other. Xiao Ning's body was slender and soft, the bones had not yet grown, and the flesh was wrapped around the bones. She looked thin but her body was still soft to the touch. It looks like an unopened girl, so he can't put it down.

With a low growl, An Yang ejaculated, feeling much happier physically and mentally. He hooked Xiao Ning's waist with his hands to prevent him from falling on the bed. With his arms, he turned over and lay on his back on the bed. The shot splashed onto Xiao Ning's stomach, as if it was Xiao Ning's own, the scene was indescribably obscene.

An Yang found it pleasing to the eye. He turned Xiao Ning over and lay on his back on the bed, held Xiao Ning's lower body and gently stroked it, and said with a smirk, "Do you want it?"

Xiao Ning covered his eyes with his arms and nodded slightly. He didn't harden at all, he just nodded habitually. He knew that no matter what the master said at this time, he couldn't refuse.

An Yang pushed his hand away, pressed his wrist to the top of his head, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Xiao Ning's eyes were only red at first, but when he heard this question, tears came out immediately. He gently broke away from An Yang's restraint, but An Yang's hands were useless at first, so he let Xiao Ning stand up and pounce on him In his arms, Xiao Ning endured it for a long time, and finally dared to cry. He was crying tremblingly, but unfortunately he couldn't make a sound. If he could make a sound, it must be a very cautious cry.

An Yang changed his posture. He sat on the edge of the bed, let Xiao Ning rest on his thigh, and stroked his back one after another. Xiao Ning wanted to cry but didn't dare to be too presumptuous. She secretly raised her head while crying. Seeing his expression, An Yang thought it was amused, rubbed the hair on the back of his head, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Xiao Ning's eyes visibly trembled, she lowered her head to avoid his gaze, An Yang raised his chin so that he could look at her, and asked in a deep voice: "I'm asking you something, what's going on? It hurts Are you blaming me?"

Xiao Ning shook his head in a panic. He knelt beside An Yang, took a pen and quickly wrote: "No, master, I can still hurt a little more."

"You can hurt me a little more, can you not want me?" Xiao Ning carefully looked at his face, and wrote slowly, "If you can't enjoy yourself now, Xiao Ning will definitely work hard in the future, soon I can make you happy, you can treat me whatever you want, will you forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?" An Yang raised an eyebrow and asked.

Xiao Ning pointed to the welts on his body that were still seeping blood, and then lowered his head again not daring to look at him.

An Yang's heart softened. This little guy has the ability to make him feel distressed every time. He hugged Xiao Ning and sat on him with his legs spread apart. His arms wrapped around Xiao Ning's waist and asked Xiao Ning to put his On his neck, looking down into his eyes, he said seriously: "If I intend to not want you, why would I bring you up here? Why did I resist going in just now? If I don't want you, what should I do?" How about looking for you?"

Xiao Ning put her arms around his neck, looking timid, her face was a little red.

An Yang continued: "I saw you being taken away, and I saw him beat you, do you know why I brought you back?"

Xiao Ning shook her head, bit her lip, a little scared, and clenched her hands slightly behind his neck.

"Because you believe in me, Xiao Ning, I know you are waiting for me, so I will definitely go to you, you are mine, you should belong to me, you should not belong to that person, no matter what happens in the future, it is my decision , you just have to trust me."

Xiao Ning pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to cry again, An Yang pressed him into her arms, and coaxed him: "My Xiao Ning has been wronged, no one will touch you except me in the future, don't cry , little boy, be strong."

Xiao Ning nodded heavily, wiped her eyes, and suppressed the tears just now.All he needed to say was enough, and only then did he understand what the feeling that had been stuck in his heart just now was. In addition to fear, there was also grievance.He never felt wronged in the past, and now he has learned this feeling, and An Yang healed him with a word.

Xiao Ning buried herself in his arms with peace of mind. This was the place where he felt the safest. He hung on his master with both hands and feet. Before he could hold him enough, he was soon put back on the bed. He was reluctant to let go. Looking at An Yang, I saw him touching his forehead and sighing, "Hey, the fever finally subsided, but now it's burning again."