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Ai Xing pointed to a man in a photo and asked coldly, "Who is this?"

——That was a music producer.The photo with Ning He was over fifty at the time, and it was more than enough to be Ning He's father, but he hugged Ning He tightly, making a slightly vulgar V-shaped gesture.

Ning He was less than ten centimeters away from the laptop, the silver light of the screen reflected on his face, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Ai Xing pointed to the man in another photo, "Who is this?"

——That is the former company executive who intends to misbehave Ninghe.When the photo was taken, he was handing Ning He a lit cigar, almost feeding it to Ning He's mouth.

Ning He still replied silently.

Ai Xing can stay away from each other for six years, drawing a clear social boundary with other people, but Ninghe's world has never been so clean.

Ning He knew that Ai Xing was not a narrow-minded and jealous lover, and had tolerated his flirtatious behavior a lot.It's just that Ning He is probably doomed to owe Ai Xing in this life.

He gave up his defense, and was pushed against the coffee table by Ai Xing on a half-lying, half-kneeling basis, his eyes downcast and he remained silent.

Ai Xing pinched his face and stared down at him, as if wanting to give him one last chance.

"...Ning He, if you say you haven't done it, it's all a misunderstanding. I still believe you, okay?"

The distance between Ning He and Ai Xing is so close that you can feel Ai Xing's hand shaking, and you can see the broken light in Ai Xing's eyes clearly.

He couldn't help but wonder how much Ai Xing's heart hurts, that he still begs himself so humbly when he already occupies the moral high ground.

Many years ago, they were still a pair of close lovers. Out of curiosity, they went to a gay bar. Where did Ning He witness Ai Xing's super popularity.

Ai Xing is tall and handsome, with a polite and polite attitude. He is relaxed and measured when playing, which can be regarded as the ceiling of his kind.When Ning He entered the store with him, he looked fresh, and when he left, Ai Xing was covered with phone numbers left by others.

At that time, Ai Xing had just come of age, if supplemented by his current wealth and status, how many people would volunteer to climb into his bed.But he can wait for six years for a first love with no hope in sight.

"Ai Xing, why do you need to ask? If you scroll down, maybe you can see more photos of people kissing me."

Ning He's voice was dry and hoarse, his thoughts drifted away, but his eyes fixed on Ai Xing, "What kind of person I was in the past, I am the same now. What do you want to hear from me? Say I slept with someone else Ever? Did you think of you when you slept..."

Waiting and anticipation, if you don't end well, will only make you tired.

The desire to self-destruct and destroy others may be hidden in everyone's heart.Unless you are extremely disappointed, you will not show it easily.

Ning He probably didn't know what he was doing, he was full of Ai Xing's seemingly tough but fragile face.

Ai Xing was speechless, but he continued to inflict harm.

"Are you going to wait for my apology? Ai Xing, don't be stupid, if you have slept with a few more people, you will know that there is nothing to do with Ning He."

Ning He stared at him and held the corner of his mouth, "Julian and I lived in the same apartment for two and a half years, do you think something happened?"

Finally, Ai Xing couldn't take it anymore, he pulled him up from the ground and dragged him all the way into the bedroom.

Ning He has become irrational, Ai Xing is worse than him.

The kind of hatred that loves to the extreme, each of them has had it.Jealousy, anger, and maddened indiscretions, once burst out, wash over the suffering and desolate heart, and there is no way to clean it up.

【Ning He was thrown heavily on the bed, Ai Xing took out a condom from the drawer of the bedside table, it was unopened.In front of Ning He, tearing off two layers of packaging, Ning He seemed to feel a little scared at this moment, and reached out to grab the film full of lubricant, not wanting Ai Xing to use it.

Ai Xing reached out and snatched the restraint tie, and pressed Ning He back on the bed.Ning He couldn't get away, and soon felt the tingling pain of being pushed into his body by his fingers.

"Aren't you in a hurry to get fucked? I'll satisfy you, Ning He."

Ai Xing's eyes were covered with a bottomless black mist, one hand pressed Ning He's wrists over the top of his head, and the other hand violently expanded the tight and dry acupuncture points.

Ning He clenched his teeth, not wanting to utter a single moan.

A little lube on the condom couldn't lubricate that long-lost back hole.Ning He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, his eyes were dizzy and dazed.Ai Xing pinched his nipples, gnawed on his shoulder and neck, and never forgot to ask him, "Is this what you want? Huh?"

The blood on Ning He's face faded, but there was a smile on his face, and he said incoherently, "Don't, others are not as old as you...Ai Xing, I also sincerely...I thought about you..."

He was picked up again by Ai Xing, Zhang Qiyan's face was forcibly pressed against Ai Xing's lower abdomen.

"Lick it big, it's yours." The man ordered him with a cold face.

Ning He's hands were tied, and he was not flexible enough to untie the belt, and finally opened his mouth to hold the half-hard object.Without waiting for him to get used to it, Ai Xing raised his hand to press the back of his head, and thrust a purple-red knotted thing deep into his throat.

Ning He is the kind of person who can't take a deep throat. His swallowing part is extremely sensitive, and taking too long or too deep will cause physical discomfort.

He wanted to try his best to restrain himself from crying, but it was his own fault anyway, and the misery was even more disgraceful.But he was spoiled by Ai Xing's concession and gentleness all the time, he didn't know that the out-of-control sex was so tormented.

The tears were out of his control at all, no matter whether he was stubborn or stubborn, anyway, his whole body was in Ai Xing's hands, he was changed countless positions, almost fainting.Because of his emaciated figure, Ai Xing even held his lower abdomen, while slamming into his body, and whispered viciously, "Ning He, I'm going to push you through."

Ning He didn't beg for mercy, and let Ai Xing mess with him.When he was forced to ejaculate again, Ai Xing relentlessly rubbed the front end of his spray, the overly strong stimulation finally broke the last string in Ning He's brain.

He let go of the hand that was holding Ai Xing, and he leaned back.

Ai Xing hugged him the moment he fainted and put him on the bed.

......

Ai Xing didn't move him anymore, he reached out and wiped the tears on Ning He's face, and then put a blanket on him.He got out of bed, put on his pajamas, grabbed a cigarette and a lighter, walked to the closed balcony connected to the bedroom, and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

In the second month after Ning He left, he started smoking and suffered from insomnia late at night, listening to the songs Ning He had written over and over again.

He has been living in that small apartment with a basement, guarding the memories of the two of them, and enduring the loneliness like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

Pain-numbed by the end, the scars could almost spin a cocoon, making him look like anyone recovering from a broken relationship—first hiding in the cocoon to recuperate, then breaking out to start over.

Everyone thought that he was gradually letting go.Only he himself knows that his time is always stopped at the second when the recording starts to play, holding a divorce agreement that has not been opened or signed in his hand.

Why does it have to be Ning He?

Ai Xing also asked himself.

This comparison will never have an answer.Love is love, maybe he has a fledgling mentality, the first kiss, first love and the first time are all in the hands of one person, so he can't let go.

He also once thought that Ning He's love was not as deep as his.But on the night of the reunion, even through the full house of guests and the overlap of light and shadow, he still read the turbulent emotion in Ning He's eyes.

Before smoking a cigarette, Ai Xing heard his mobile phone vibrate frequently on the drawer in the bedroom.He stubbed out his cigarette and went in to check.

Bo Wen sent him a message: William, are you asleep?

Then comes the second: I just happened to find something and I don't know if I should tell you.

The third article followed closely, and it was a screenshot of a mobile phone.

Ai Xing clicked on it immediately, and a chat record between Ning He and Angus unfolded on the screen.

It seems that Ning He took the initiative to add Angus as a contact, and the first message came from the software system: I am Ning, we can start chatting.

Holding the phone, Ai Xing slowly exhaled the nicotine in his lungs, thinking, since this is the case, Ning He, how should I forgive you?

Bo Wen is still sending him: I ran into Angus today, and he said that Ning told him that if he pays enough money, then everything can be negotiated.

Ai Xing smiled, knowing that Bo Wen had bad intentions, but for a moment he really wanted to blame everything on Ning He—so that he could logically detain him, use his misbehavior as an excuse, and rape him Buckle to yourself.

He didn't reply to Bo Wen, but returned to the bed, pressed one knee on the mattress, and stretched out his hand to grab the sleeping Ning He.

Ai Xing's voice moved from far to near, Ning He frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Is it cool enough? Ninghe." Ai Xing asked him in a deep voice.

Ning He's eyes were lost. After a few seconds, he seemed to regain consciousness. He stared at Ai Xing weakly, half-smiling, "Well, they might as well have fun with you..."

——Still talking hard.

Ai Xing found that this person had an almost terrifying influence on him, and he could always easily irritate him.

He turned on his phone and held it in front of Ning He, "Did you say that? Just give me the money and we can discuss it."

Ning He looked at the few lines of text intently, and said, "Bowen is quite clever, I underestimated him...Ai Xing, do you like him?"

Ai Xing looked down at him, "What do you think?"

Ning He laughed suddenly, raised two hands that had not been loosened by the tie, circled Ai Xing, and said, "Ai Xing, I'm already 27 years old, I'm not as good-looking as I was when I was 19."

Ai Xing let him hold him, and lowered his upper body slightly so that he could lie on the pillow.

"You are not the same now. You can buy me or someone else." Ning He's voice was half hoarse, but his expression was calm. People don't dare to hurt you like this, but I did it, but it makes you never forget it."

Ning He stopped, looked at Ai Xing, and there was a moment of silence between them.

Finally, Ning He said, "I will ask you to take revenge. You can do whatever you want to me. When you think it's enough, you can give me a way out, okay?"

Ai Xing remained silent for a longer time, his eyes getting colder little by little.

Just when Ning He thought he couldn't hear his answer, he finally said slowly, "Ning He, do you think so? I remember you only because you hurt me, not because we loved each other?"

"What is your way of life? To leave me and love another person?"

They were very close, skin to skin, breath to breath.With a knife in his mouth.

The sharp blade did not cut through the barrier of time and parting, but just cut open the old wound one by one, and tasted the bloody smell hidden by each other.

Ai Xing put one hand around the back of Ning He's neck, and touched the two earrings again.

The room was dimly lit, and he lowered his head close to Ning He's lips.They've been together for so long, they haven't even kissed once.

"Brother." After six years, he called him that again, and immediately felt the people beneath him tremble involuntarily, "I have a secret to tell you."

Time rewinds, replays.Everything reappeared as yesterday.

The Ai Xing in front of Ning He was superimposed with the image of the high school student six years ago.

He heard Aixing say, "Do you want to know? Why do I work for the CIA?"

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