Flower World

Yu Zhiyao was lying on her back on the dark red carpet, her body was light and light, as if floating on the water.

He turned his head and looked out the window, and saw Yu Chaozheng walking slowly from the void.A cold and soft hand ran over his cheek and neck, and finally stopped on his throat.

He stared blankly into Yu Chaozheng's eyes, as if seeing his aging self.Yu Chaozheng stared at him blankly, with his dry palms sticking to his skin.

Suddenly the world trembled, and Yu Zhiyao closed her eyes in nauseating dizziness.When he opened his eyes again, Yu Chaozheng had disappeared, and he saw the thin morning light outside the window.

The soul returned to its original position, and gradually he felt his hands and feet, his head sank in the fluffy feather pillow, and he found himself lying naked on the bed.An itchy feeling rose in his chest, he slowly lowered his eyes and saw He Dianying's head.

He Dianying was droolingly licking and sucking him, biting and grinding him with his teeth.With both hands moving up and down around him flexibly, He Dianying couldn't help breathing in, as if he didn't even want to waste his scent.Suddenly raised his head, He Dianying found his sobriety.

No eye contact, no dialogue.He Dianying raised his hand to hold his face, and leaned down to kiss his eyebrows.He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but as if he had touched a switch in his body, overwhelming pain suddenly broke out.

He could bear the pain, clenched his teeth and held his breath.He Dianying noticed his forbearing expression, and suddenly became interested again.Getting up and turning Yu Zhiyao into a prone position, he stretched out a finger into the other's buttocks and probed a little.There was a faint blood stain on the fingertips——it was wiped off just now, but there was still blood.

Fitting together to suppress Yu Zhiyao, he was familiar with the road for fun, staring at Yu Zhiyao's profile while moving.Yu Zhiyao must have been in excruciating pain, her face was tense like a wooden sculpture of clay, beneath her extreme indifference, there was a twisted and twitched body that was suppressed with all her strength.

He Dianying increased his strength, and the whole big bed began to shake.Pale fingers ran through Yu Zhiyao's messy short hair, and panting, he suddenly closed his five fingers and pulled the other's scalp painfully: "Speak out!"

Yu Zhiyao closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.

He Dianying shook his head vigorously: "Call me, hurry up!"

Yu Zhiyao exhaled lightly, and her body and mind fell into darkness again.

It wasn't until noon that Yu Zhiyao woke up again.

He Dianying wanted to feed him some rice porridge soup, but he shook his head in a daze like he was burning coals all over his body.

In the afternoon, He Dianying poured the iced soda into a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Yu Zhiyao's lips.The cool and sweet smell made Yu Zhiyao open his mouth.After He Dianying fed a spoonful, she asked him, "Is it good?"

Yu Zhiyao was lying on the bed, her voice was hoarse, and she said angrily, "It's delicious."

He Dianying continued to feed him spoon by spoon, without saying anything extra.He Dianying is not a fool, a big mistake has already been made, and in the future, he can only take one step at a time.He glanced at the big bed calmly. Under the thin blanket was Yu Zhiyao's naked body, which was still very attractive to him.

Why do you think a sullen and sullen man is cute?Why do you think a body like a giant ocean horse is moving?He Dianying thought it was probably all because of love, or maybe it was because she was crazy.

Unfortunately, the big mistake has indeed been made.

After Yu Zhiyao drank a small bowl of soda, she seemed to have regained a little vitality.With difficulty, he lifted the thin blanket and got up. His throat was so sore that he couldn't speak, so he could only make a mouthful: "I'm going."

He Dianying stood on the ground, looking at his stalwart and weak naked body: "Let's go now? Don't you want revenge?"

Yu Zhiyao lowered her head, and rubbed against the bed bit by bit: "I'm going."

He Dianying took two steps forward slowly, and suddenly bent down and hugged Yu Zhiyao.His arms were tightly tightened, and his hot breath sprayed on the other's ears.

"I want to eat you," he whispered.

Yu Zhiyao lowered her head indifferently, her chin was livid and rough, and she looked disheveled.The last bit of tenderness wrapped around his heart was gone, and he actually felt very relaxed.He Dianying can no longer involve him, just as he expected, there is no feast that never ends.

He Dianying's sharp knife chopped off his mess.

As if coughing up blood, he squeezed out a weak voice from his throat: "I'm going."

Yu Zhiyao dragged his two legs and walked slowly, shaking the big man.Moving to the car step by step, he didn't look at He Dianying standing outside again.

The scorching sun was like a fire, and the pale He Dianying faded from the sun.He stood outside the gate like a shadow, watching the car speeding away, his body was cold without a drop of sweat.

When Yu Zhiyao arrived home, there was silence inside and outside the mansion.

In the summer afternoon, it was hot and quiet, and all the living things found their own places to doze off. Only the mute stood in the living room, arranging flowers and plants.

Yu Zhiyao held onto the door frame to stop, and suddenly felt that the mute was like a tree—silent, natural, growing silently for many years.

The mute turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at him with black and white clear eyes.

A strange expression flashed across Yu Zhiyao's face, half laughing and half crying.It turns out that the mute that he detested has always been here, many years have passed, and he has always been here.

Stretching out a hand to the mute, he said softly, "Mute, I'm going to die."

Yu Zhiyao hasn't bare her buttocks in front of the mute for many years.But staggering into the upstairs bedroom, he had no choice but to ask the mute for help.With his back to the mute, he pulled down his pants, almost humiliated.

The mute was also at a loss until he saw his embarrassing wound clearly.Running in front of Yu Zhiyao and saying "wow", he gestured heartbrokenly, the movement was so loud that it almost caught the wind.

Yu Zhiyao said in a low voice: "It's none of your business, don't ask."

The mute sighed, raised his hand and pointed out the door.

Yu Zhiyao nodded: "Go and come back quickly."

The mute opened the door and ran out, and came back with the ointment after a while.Yu Zhiyao lay on the bed without turning her head and said, "Be gentle."

The mute agreed.His fingers are used to dealing with petals and grass blades, so they can be very gentle.

In the following time, the mute opened the window and closed the curtains, and consciously moved a chair and sat beside the bed.Yu Zhiyao was lying on the bed, with her face resting on the pillow.

Just lying on the stomach was boring, so he asked the mute to light a cigar for himself.Taking a deep breath, he held the thick smoke in his mouth, and then slowly exhaled it after a while.

The smell of tobacco stimulated his nerves, and his mind began to function again.

Song Yichen returned home at night, and Zhang Zhaoxiang stopped him as soon as he entered the door: "Master Song, Second Master asked you to go upstairs to meet him in the bedroom after dinner."

Song Yichen had already eaten and drank enough outside, so he walked upstairs quickly.Pushing open the bedroom door and looking inside, he was surprised to see Ma Weiyuan and Wang Lianshan.

"Second Master is sick?" He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Yu Zhiyao sat on the bed in her pajamas, with a towel quilt on her lap, nodded to Song Yichen, and he replied hoarsely, "Heat stroke."

The mute wandered alone in the corridor on the second floor.There was a low murmur in the bedroom, and it was unknown what they were talking about in secret.He was not interested in eavesdropping, just walking back and forth.From the window at the end of the corridor, one can see a corner of the swimming pool.The surface of the water shone with pieces of golden light, and on the green grass not far from the pool grew a large cluster of wild rose trees, blooming flourishingly and shining brightly.

The mute put his hands behind his back, bent slightly and nodded, staring at the scene outside the window.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a small figure in a white shirt, and he knew it was Feng'er running wild in the backyard.

The mute suddenly smiled. He thought that his own world was only so big that a pair of eyes could fit it.