torture to the end

Zhong Yuan saw that he had never kissed anyone before, and his whole body followed his instincts, from neck to chin, wet lips and tip of tongue that smelled of alcohol, rude and not at all gentle.

It's impossible for a man of Zhong Yuan's age to say that he doesn't have some charming thoughts, but he is too restrained when he is sober, so he can't see the Meng Lang in his bones.But today, the smell of alcohol is like a key, releasing all the charming thoughts in his head.

Han Jingyu was stunned when Zhong Yuan pressed him on the bed, and then struggled desperately.

Han Jingyu's strength is naturally not as strong as Zhong Yuan's. Zhong Yuan half-closed his eyes, and kissed Han Jingyu's wet lips all the way from Han Jingyu's neck. Han Jingyu reached out to push Zhong Yuan's forehead, but was suddenly bitten by Zhong Yuan. called out.He only yelled and restrained himself immediately. Before the door was closed, he could see the corridor outside as soon as he raised his head.

And in such a situation, Zhong Yuan pressed on him and kissed like a demon.

The clothes on Han Jingyu's upper body had been ripped apart, and beside the bruise on the shoulder socket was a not-so-deep tooth mark, which was bitten by Zhong Yuan just now.Han Jingyu pushed him a few times, but he didn't push him. On the contrary, it seemed to anger Zhong Yuan. He grabbed his waist with one hand. The palm was so strong that it left a five-finger mark on Han Jingyu's waist.

Han Jingyu was aroused by this sudden situation with a strong sense of shame. When Zhong Yuan was kissing his nipples, Han Jingyu grabbed Zhong Yuan's hair, pulled him away from him, and then kicked him to the ground. on the ground.

Zhong Yuan, who was kicked to the ground, didn't seem to realize what happened. He was in a daze, looking at Han Jingyu who was sitting on the bed panting and staring at him.

Han Jingyu was trembling a little bit, Zhong Yuanqin's actions were too rough, his neck was connected to his chest, and there were red marks from sucking his lips, plus the tooth marks on the shoulder socket, anyone with a discerning eye could tell what happened What.

The shirt could no longer be worn, and the three buttons under the collar were all broken. Han Jingyu held the collar with his hands, stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhong Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, didn't know where he got the courage to continue pestering, but suddenly hugged Han Jingyu's waist from behind. Han Jingyu was already very angry, and before Zhong Yuan could kiss him again, he raised his hand. Slap hard.This slap was so severe that Zhong Yuan couldn't even stand still after receiving this slap.

The violence in Han Jingyu's eyes was suppressed by him, he squeezed his collar and walked out of the room...

When Zhong Yuan woke up, he was on the bed. The hangover feeling was terrible. He stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, but it touched the muscles of his face. The pain that paralyzed half of his face made Zhong Yuan wake up all at once. come over.There is a mirror in the room, Zhong Yuan glanced at the mirror, and was taken aback by himself in the mirror.Lao Gao's half face was swollen, and because of the hangover, the blue stubble hadn't been shaved in time, and he looked very unrefined.

Zhong Yuan touched the slap print, and when he touched it, he felt a burning pain.

Zhong Yuan's first reaction was Quan Weicheng, but Quan Weicheng also knew the number and would not take him for such pleasure.Zhong Yuan covered his face and sat on the bed, as if no one had entered the room, it was in a mess, the quilt fell all over the floor, and the carpet on the floor was taken away at some point.When Zhong Yuan went to pick up the quilt on the ground, two milky white buttons rolled out of the thin quilt, Zhong Yuan picked up the two buttons and put them in his palm to look at.

There was a glass on the table, there was still a little water under the glass, Zhong Yuan picked it up and moistened his lips, and began to recall what happened when he came back.

He was so drunk that he was in a blur, reality and dream were mixed together.

After thinking for a while, Zhong Yuan felt bored and stopped thinking about it, rubbed the medicine on his face, put the button in his heart on the bedside table, stood up and stretched.

After all, he slept for a long time, although the swollen marks on his face were very obvious, after Zhong Yuan's series of covering methods, his face did not look so awkward.

It was almost afternoon, when Zhong Yuan washed his face and went down, he saw the old man and Han Jingyu sitting together to eat, Zhong Yuan was sleepy and hungry, so he went downstairs and sat at the dining table, took the chopsticks and started eating .

Seeing Zhong Yuan going downstairs, Zhong Wei put the chopsticks on the table, and put away all the amiable expressions towards Han Jingyu just now, with a very serious face.

Knowing his father's temper, Zhong Yuan has long been used to it, and he doesn't forget to add vegetables to his meals.

Zhong Wei glared at him, "You are so old, and you come back drunk every day..."

"It's not every day." Zhong Yuan always likes to talk to his father.

Zhong Wei's temper was also very twisted, Zhong Yuan's choking sound made him angry, and he pointed at Zhong Yuan, "Zhong Yuan, let me make it clear to you, you are a family now, don't spend your days Hang around outside for me!" Zhong Wei was thinking of Han Jingyu, "You don't feel ashamed yourself, and you have to set a good example for Jingyu!"

As soon as Han Jingyu was mentioned, Zhong Yuan's aura dropped by half, and he stopped talking back to Zhong Wei, and just sat on the table and only cared about eating.

Han Jingyu was as quiet as usual.

After dinner, Han Jingyu went upstairs. Zhong Wei still had something to deal with, so he hurried out after telling Zhong Yuan. Yu did not lock the door, this sudden abnormality made Zhong Yuan stunned.

Today is Saturday, and Zhong Yuan has nothing to do. It is rare to steal free time. Zhong Yuan went to his room too lazy to even leave the door. Book.

The quilt on the bed was wrinkled into a pile, Zhong Yuan spread the quilt, and there was a bang, as if something was thrown off the bed by him.

Zhong Yuan followed the sound and looked around, and finally found a milky white button in the bed space, which was the same as the two on the bedside table.

Most of Zhong Yuan's buttons are dark in color, and this kind of milky white buttons should not be on his clothes.

Zhong Yuan touched his cheek again, the face that had been smeared with the rapid swelling ointment was no longer painful, but it was still a little swollen, and he always felt that his cheek hurt when he was talking.

Zhong Yuan took a cup of black tea and walked to the balcony, the sun was just right, and the green color was eye-catching.Zhong Yuan was looking around, and suddenly saw someone drying clothes in the garden downstairs, the dark ones were Zhong Yuan's laundry, and the light ones belonged to Han Jingyu.Zhong Yuan was in his spare time, so he lay on the balcony and watched the people below hang their clothes.

When the white clothes were unfolded, there was dripping water vapor, and when the sun irradiated it, it seemed to glow.And in such a dazzling white, the brown buttons sewn on are particularly conspicuous. Standing on the second floor, Zhong Yuan couldn't see it clearly. Something flashed in his mind, and he followed him downstairs in a hurry. .

The clothes in the garden have been dried, and Zhong Yuan found the white shirt he saw just now.

Zhong Yuan vaguely remembered that yesterday... Han Jingyu seemed to be wearing this one.

Before the clothes were dry, as soon as Zhong Yuan stretched out his hand, the cold water on the clothes flowed down his cuffs into his arms, and the coolness made him shiver.

The buttons on the bottom of the clothes are all milky white, but there are three dark brown buttons sewn on it, which look very incongruous.

Zhong Yuan looked at it for a while, then hung up the clothes again.

Something flashed through my mind again...

Zhong Yuan shook his head, and subconsciously looked at Han Jingyu's room. In Han Jingyu's room on the second floor, even the curtains were strangely drawn tightly.

Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

At around [-] o'clock in the evening, Zhong Yuan knocked on the door of Han Jingyu's room. Han Jingyu in the room seemed to be still sleeping, and he opened the door slowly. When he stood in front of Zhong Yuan, his face was still tired The smell, and the opposite of his sleepy look, was his clothes, which were buttoned up to the top, looking deadly serious.

Zhong Yuan didn't know why he knocked on the door, he seemed to confuse the incredible dream with reality.

Han Jingyu looked as usual, stood in front of Zhong Yuan, looked at Zhong Yuan with straight eyes, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

When Zhong Yuan came, he had already thought of the reason, and when he saw Han Jingyu asked, he passed a cup of warm milk over, "You have a bad stomach, it will be good to drink some warm milk at night."

Han Jingyu looked at him suspiciously.

Zhong Yuan was a little embarrassed by Han Jingyu's expression.

In the end, Han Jingyu reached out and took the cup.Zhong Yuan said, "You stand at the door and drink, otherwise I don't know whether you drank it or poured it out."

Han Jingyu frowned in shock at Zhong Yuan's inexplicable words, and in the end he still listened to Zhong Yuan's words, and stood at the door and finished drinking the milk in front of Zhong Yuan.

When Zhong Yuan looked up from Han Jingyu, he saw a small scar on the skin of Han Jingyu's neck, which looked like a tooth mark, but what he saw was only a corner, and the rest was buried in his clothes. .

After the milk was delivered, Zhong Yuan would naturally not stay here anymore, and went downstairs with a cup in his hand. When Han Jingyu closed the door, Zhong Yuan suddenly turned his head again, and he heard the sound of the door being locked from the inside.

Han Jingyu was guarding against him?

Why guard against him?

Han Jingyu takes a bath every day. Zhong Yuan thought that Han Jingyu would not take a bath if he didn’t go out today, but he didn’t expect the sound of water coming from the bathroom after ten o’clock in the evening. For such a thing today, he had vaguely guessed what happened, and now he just needs a proof of argument.

The clothes to be changed were hung on the rack outside the bathroom, the clothes that Han Jingyu took off were put aside, and the clothes to be changed were hung on hangers near the door.In this way, people in the bathroom can reach it with just a stretch of their arms.Zhong Yuan walked over and hung up the clothes that Han Jingyu wanted to change, so that he had to open the door to get the clothes.

After adjusting the order of his clothes, Zhong Yuan retreated to the corner of the corridor.

As expected by Zhong Yuan, Han Jingyu didn't have enough clothes, so he came out naked to get them.It was around eleven o'clock in the evening at this time, and there was no one in the corridor, and it was very quiet.

Zhong Yuan heard the sound of the bathroom opening, stood by the corner wall, and glanced outside.

Han Jingyu was standing at the door of the bathroom, bending over to put on his trousers, because he was leaning sideways, Zhong Yuan could clearly see the bruise on Han Jingyu's five fingers on his waist.This, obviously not...

When Han Jingyu was putting on a T-shirt on his upper body, Zhong Yuan boldly leaned out and took a look. At this moment, he saw the sucking marks on Han Jingyu's chest and the ambiguous bite marks on his shoulders.

Zhong Yuan's lips trembled twice, and the roots of his ears were red and hot.