obedient lover

After Zhuo Fan cursed in a low voice, he raised his hand and grabbed An Nuo's ankles, breaking them to both sides.

In order to prevent An Nuo from kicking himself again, he quickly squeezed between An Nuo's legs, and raised his hand to grab An Nuo's collar and give him a slap.

But after seeing An Nuo's appearance clearly at this time, his raised hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

An Nuo's eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes at all, but his hands were pulling hard on the collar, but he couldn't tear it off, and finally he grabbed his slightly red neck irritably, leaving scratches on it.

Fortunately, his nails were all trimmed clean, otherwise, with this strength, he would have cut his skin until it bled.

The thick eyelashes drooped under the eyes, casting a small black shadow, and they trembled slightly in panic because of anxiety.

Zhuo Fan never knew that An Nuo's cold face would be so...cute...

The two little red clouds floating on the face completely dispelled the usual indifference.

He seemed restless, agitated.

"Did you get drugged?" Zhuo Fan frowned, angrily withdrew his hand, and pulled An Nuo up from the seat.

"Don't... touch me..." An Nuo felt himself being embraced by someone. He thought it was Li Hao, and began to struggle on all fours.

"Try kicking me again!" Zhuo Fan quickly pressed An Nuo's raised leg down, wrapped An Nuo's hot body with one hand, and wiped his nose with the other.

bright red...

Damn, he used to fight with others, and he was the only one who beat others. When was he broken like this?

Only An Nuo dared to...

The injury on his shoulder hasn't healed yet, and now because of clamping An Nuo hard, a lot of red liquid has leaked from the bandage.

Zhuo Fan's louder roar pierced through the dense fog and entered An Nuo's mind, frightening him to a standstill.

Seeing him calm down, Zhuo Fan relaxed his arm holding him a little.

After he calmed down, he smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, and finally calmed down his anger, as if someone had suddenly poured a layer of oil on it, and the flames shot up instantly, burning extremely vigorously.

Zhuo Fan endured the bulging veins on his forehead, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "You fucking dare to drink? Huh? If you want to die early, just tell my mother directly, and I will give you a ride." How about it?"

Of course An Nuo didn't know what he was yelling, he leaned on Zhuo Fan's chest, carefully encircled his body, his bright red lips pouted: "Hot...uncomfortable..."

"It's hard for your mother to force you one by one!" Zhuo Fan pushed An Nuo off his body hard, his lungs were so painful that he wanted to kill the guy who was never obedient in front of him.

He pushed the car door, but was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes by An Nuo.

Zhuo Fan pulled out his clothes mercilessly, closed the door vigorously, and locked An Nuo inside.

An Nuo was lying on the back seat, his long eyelashes trembling, and his mind was full of chaos.

He wanted the people around him not to leave, because he was in pain... as if he was about to burn...

But he didn't have the strength to catch the opponent.

Zhuo Fan stood at the door of the car, took a few steps forward and opened the front door, then turned back suddenly, grabbed An Nuo from the back seat of the car, and bit his lip hard.

Blood dripped down the corner of An Nuo's lips, An Nuo groaned in pain, raised his hand weakly to push Zhuo Fan's shoulder, and burst into tears.

After Zhuo Fan brought An Nuo home, the first thing he did was to lock An Nuo by the bedside.

The tools used were the handcuffs An Nuo used to lock him back then.

Then he went to the balcony, took out the cigarettes in his pocket, looked at the night sky as thick as ink, and smoked one after another.

In the dark night, the little spark flickered on and off, and there was a dim light in the lingering smoke.

Zhuo Fan stared at the brightly lit city in the distance, with a strong gloom on his lonely face.

He suddenly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, he didn't even dare to think about what would happen to An Nuo if he appeared later.

When holding An Nuo this afternoon, for a moment, he also thought about it, just let An Nuo go, whatever he does, whether he is bullied, drinking, or being with others, it doesn't matter to him What the hell.

But when he heard An Nuo chanting his name unconsciously, the resolution he had just made completely collapsed immediately.

It's fun, isn't it...

He was entangled in love and not love to death, persuaded himself to let go countless times, and firmly chose to leave countless times.

But as long as An Nuo reveals a little trace of caring about himself, even if there is only a little bit, he will turn around again like a dog, and crawl back to the original point.

He really hated An Nuo for teasing himself over and over again, and hated An Nuo, a liar.

Zhuo Fan walked into the bedroom when the smell of smoke on his body was almost gone.

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted An Nuo's face with the back of his hand to wake An Nuo up.

An Nuo's long eyelashes trembled, trying to avoid the painful touch, but under Zhuo Fan's persistent torture, he was forced to open his eyes.

He stared blankly at Zhuo Fan's face for a while, and just about to sit up from the bed, the pain in his body and the handcuffs that restrained him immediately pulled him back.

"Zhuo..."

"Slap!" The slap on the face knocked back another word that An Nuo hadn't said.

His face was knocked to one side, and blood trickled down the corner of his cracked lips.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Zhuo Fan asked.

An Nuo took a while to recover from the bursts of pain coming from his face.

He lowered his eyes and made no sound.

Zhuo Fan couldn't get an answer, so he reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look directly at himself: "I'm asking you something."

An Nuo met Zhuo Fan's eyes, stared at him stubbornly for a while, then opened his lips slightly, and said two hoarse words: "I know."

"You fucking know what a fart." Zhuo Fan squeezed An Nuo's jaw harder, causing An Nuo's lips to tremble in pain.

An Nuo looked away tiredly, unwilling to face such a cruel Zhuo Fan again.

"It's you who don't know anything." An Nuo said softly.

Zhuo Fan didn't know that he never thought of revealing his company's secrets and killing his father.

I don't know why I have to silently bear the indifference he imposed on me for three years.

I don't know how I have survived on the verge of collapse time and time again for such a long time.

I don't know why I'm sad, I don't know why I'm angry, I don't know why I left.

Zhuo Fan knew nothing about himself.

Zhuo Fan withdrew his hand holding An Nuo, ignoring An Nuo's inexplicable words: "I feel annoyed when I see you now."

An Nuo stared at the chandelier above his head for a while, then slowly closed his eyes, and responded softly: "Yes."

Zhuo Fan didn't look at An Nuo any more, the two of them were silent for a long time, the air froze in the silence and gradually froze, unable to flow anymore.

"But until I get tired of playing with you, I won't let you go." Zhuo Fan was not in the mood to waste it. He uncuffed An Nuo and carried him to take a bath.

Anuo replied to him with a soft "um" again, leaning quietly in Zhuo Fan's arms, carefully savoring Zhuo Fan's two contradictory words before and after.

The moment the lips full of scars showed that invisible smile, the place that had finally healed cracked again and turned red.

Zhuo Fan, why do you think I will indulge you...

Because you are stronger than me?

ridiculous……

You idiot don't understand anything...

In the past few days, the relationship between An Nuo and Zhuo Fan has become closer and stiffer than ever before.

An Nuo knew his current situation, and was handcuffed by Zhuo Fan to his bed partner at the head of the bed.

Maybe it's too nice to be called a bed partner, how about a plaything?

Ah no, tools would be a little better.

An Nuo would resist, refuse, and curl up to keep Zhuo Fan from approaching.

But it didn't work.

Because Zhuo Fan hardly talked to him.