black mandala

All along, I, a filthy person, has been supporting you and providing you with everything, including your mother and your ideals. He snorted, "Revenge?"hum!Without me, you would never have won Xiao Muyuan. "

He knelt down, pinched He Qingwen's chin with his hands, looked at his misty eyes, and chuckled, "Since it's a deal, you should have self-knowledge, whether you should throw yourself into the arms willingly, or just like that night , let me take it without mercy, you—choose yourself.”

He Qingwen looked at him bitterly, and gritted his teeth, "Douglang, even if I die - I won't fulfill you!"

Doug Lang's eyes darkened, he let go of He Qingwen's chin, and said in a low voice, "Then I will fulfill you." He patted his face, "Take care, I will come to enjoy it again in three days—I s things."

☆, violation

? Doug Lang slammed the door hard and left, causing the sound in the room to echo again and again. He Qingwen finally couldn't hold on anymore, his arms lost strength, and he fell to the ground.

Huo De hurried forward and helped He Qingwen who was lying on the ground.

"Master, why are you doing this!"

He Qingwen raised his head and glanced at Huo De, "Huo De, change the room for me, I don't—I don't want to stay here."

There are Dougron's things everywhere, his smell everywhere, and his shadow everywhere.

He didn't want to stay here, not for a moment.

Huo De supported him, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Master, the master will not allow it."

He Qingwen frowned, thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and pushed Huo De's hand away.

"Master?"

He Qingwen pushed Huo De away, turned around and grabbed the metal armrest beside the bed with all his strength, supported his trembling legs, and climbed up little by little.

"Master."

Huo De took a step forward, reaching out his hand to support him, but He Qingwen stopped him with his gaze.

He froze for a moment, saw the repulsive yet firm expression in He Qingwen's eyes, thought for a while, and withdrew his hand.

He Qingwen stood up, and just this action already made him drenched in sweat.The white pajamas slightly covered his hips, and his lower body was empty, making it clear that his legs were weakly bent and shaking all the time.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stood beside the bed.

"Master—" Huo De looked at the stubborn He Qingwen and said with a sigh, "Why can't you bow your head to the master? As long as you bow your head, the master will not really punish you."

"Bow your head? Hmph!" He looked at Hodder and laughed feebly.

He understands the truth that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, but——in that case, he will look down on himself even more.

Suddenly, some self-deprecating, "Hodder, tell me, should I, like a real prostitute, obey him all the time, lie on the bed every day, and wait for his call at any time, Waiting for him to come, not rejecting, not resisting, so that he will be happy?"

"Master, the master has never asked you like this, and the master has always respected you."

"Respect? Like this?" He Qingwen smiled wryly, "He really didn't ask me that way. He said that he wanted me to be a strong man, not a puppet lying on the bed. He said that he would use his Hand to help me realize my ideal, his promise used to be so good, but now, he is doing things that run counter to it, he broke his promise."

In fact, Doug Lang was right. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he would never be able to erase that fact.

Everything about him, indeed, he exchanged his body for Doug Lang.But once these facts were uttered by Douglang himself, it was as if thousands of knives were stabbed at him, causing him a sharp pain in the spine. It felt like he was a piece of meat, fixed on a felt board, Plane it out and let people pick fat and thin.

It's already so humble, why can't he——can't keep the little thing for him?

Doug Lang, Doug Lang!

He clenched his fists and shouted the man's name in his heart.

"He is right. I should stand up by myself. Only by standing up by myself can I win the real respect of others!"

He moved his body slowly, leaning on the wall, and walked towards the door step by step.

"Master! Where are you going?"

Where to go?

No matter where he went, it was Douglang's world. He just didn't want to stay in a place with his shadow.

He walked step by step, walked out of the door of the bedroom, and walked towards the place where he stayed in the first place.

*******

"Bang—slap—"

Just as Huo De opened the door of the study, he heard the sound of glass breaking from the bathroom of the study.

"master!"

He had a bad intuition, so he ran in hastily.

The mirror in the bathroom was broken, and the pieces were scattered all over the floor. The faucet was wide open, and the water was flowing on the ground, mixed with blood.

Hodder hurriedly took out the handkerchief from his coat pocket, walked over, and wrapped Dougron's hand around it, but the blood quickly continued to flow out through the handkerchief, staining Hodder's hand red.

"Master, wait a moment, Henry hasn't gone far—"

"No need!" Doug Lang stopped him, calmly took off the white towel in the bathroom, and wrapped it around his hand again.

Huo De helped him back to the study, sat on the sofa, then dialed the internal number and asked someone to deliver the first aid kit.

"Hodder."

"Yes, sir." Hodder squatted beside the sofa, bandaging Dougron's wound, and waiting for his orders.

Doug Lang lowered his head and held the wine glass with the other hand. The wine in the glass was empty, leaving only the thick residual liquid in the hanging glass, which was as red as blood.

"how is he?"

Holder paused for a moment, and replied, "Just now - he returned to his previous bedroom and fell asleep."

Doug Lang raised his head suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and the injured hand clenched into a fist involuntarily.

"Master!" Huo De hurriedly persuaded, "Don't get excited, let the young master calm down for two days, maybe he will figure it out by then."

Doug Lang frowned and didn't speak anymore. He slowly let go of the hand he was holding tightly, and gently shook the empty wine glass with the other hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he raised his head again and looked at Huo De who had finished bandaging and was standing beside him waiting for his order.

"Hodder."

Hodder heard Dougron calling him, and hurriedly approached him again.

"Yes, sir."

Dougran hissed, before asking, "Did he—was he really freaked out today?"

"Master has never lost his temper with Master Devon, he just couldn't accept it for a while."

He Qingwen is an extremely proud person, always like a white peacock with its head up. For a person who has been cared for in the palm of his hand, suddenly suffers such subversive treatment, how can the inner shock be possible? It can be explained clearly in just a few sentences.

Wounds on the body are easy to heal, but wounds on the heart are hard to heal.

What made He Qingwen the most unbearable was probably Doug Lang's words of contempt and insult to him.

"Master! You and Master Devon—"

Huo De didn't know how to continue, he just sighed heavily,

As a housekeeper, he can't overly participate in some things, but if these two people continue to torture each other like this, there will be no other results other than hurting others and themselves.

Moreover, he knew Doug Lang too well. Looking at Doug Lang at this time, he looked calm on the outside, but deep down, he must be raging like a raging tide!

His pain, his suffering, have been buried deeply under his ruthlessness and majesty for a long time, and are not seen by outsiders.

Everyone thought that he was aloof and mighty, but who could understand his loneliness.

At this moment, Dougron raised his eyes and turned to look at Hodder.

The sapphire blue eyes are covered with red bloodshot eyes, full of exhaustion.

"Hodder, what do I need to do to make him satisfied? How can he stop hating me and accept me? Hodder, do you know that when I knelt on the ground to propose to him in the church, what was in my heart? How nervous? Yes, I am nervous, I've never been that nervous."

"Marriage proposal?" Huo De was startled, "Master——"

Doug Lang smiled coldly, "Hodder, do you think I'm crazy? Yes, I think so too. I'm crazy. I want to be Give him the most honorable position, I want him to stand beside me, Doug Lang Wo*, and enjoy everyone's admiration, but why? He just can't accept it, and he actually said, we It's just a deal—"

Although He Qingwen had said this sentence to him many times, and every time he could face it calmly and resolve it calmly, why couldn't he accept it just this time, just this time.

Because He Qingwen had changed, Doug Lang clearly felt the changes in He Qingwen after he returned to the United States, even if it was only such a small change, it also showed that he had changed.

And it was these subtle changes that made him think that after such a long time, He Qingwen could finally forget the unhappiness in the past, and the two of them started again. He thought he saw the sun, but——

hehe!But he gave him hell, really—kicked him into bottomless hell.

He is tired!

Doug Lang picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass of wine, then lifted it up, and gulped it down.

"My lord, you can't drink like this any more, my lord—"

Hodder tried his best to dissuade him, wanting to take down the wine glass in his hand, but Doug Lang pushed Hodder away, picked up the wine bottle, and took one sip after another until the whole bottle bottomed out.

With a bang, he dropped the empty wine bottle to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Why? Why?" He roared, "Although I can't give him a legal identity, I can give him everything, everything! I can't wait, I can't wait to give him all the best things in the world, but why does he just Can't give me a heart, why?"

Doug Lang yelled loudly with red eyes, and the angry roar echoed in the study and the corridor, which was shocking.

He staggered back, and frantically swept away everything on the desk, everything that was an eyesore to him.

"Deal, huh, deal, right—" He covered his face with his hands, his hair, which was always combed meticulously, was messed up by his hands, and his voice seemed to be tearing and roaring in a low voice, like Unable to compromise, he raised his head and looked towards the roof, as if after thinking about it, he made an important decision, "Okay, Diven, if you insist on saying this is a deal, then I will let you Enjoy it thoroughly, and enjoy the treatment that the so-called transaction deserves!"

Doug Lang snorted coldly, and the whole room suddenly felt extremely cold.

"Master—" Huo De looked at him, but he could only sigh sadly, unable to persuade him any more.

☆, recover

?Christmas is almost approaching. Although the manor is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you can still feel the strong festive atmosphere here.

In order to welcome the arrival of the festival, Huo De will lead the servants in the manor every day to clean up and down the manor, the inside and outside corners thoroughly.

A huge Christmas tree stands in the center of the courtyard, twined with colorful lights, dazzling and colorful, bringing festive colors to this solemn and spacious manor.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, He Qingwen looked down at the pine tree under the window that had been transplanted in the courtyard, and looked at all kinds of small things hanging on it, such as candies and angels, and he couldn't help but be infected by this joyful atmosphere .

"Silent night, holy night! Allis calm, allis bright, roundy on virgin—"

He leaned against the window, closed his warm robe, leaned his head on the glass window, hummed the song "Silent Night" softly, and tapped the beat with his fingers on the glass window.

Then he smiled softly, pulling the wound on his lips slightly.

Taking a breath, my mood became a little depressed again.

After lying down for a few days, I was finally able to get out of bed and walk around. I wanted to go out, to get some air, and to see Yu Juan.

I haven't seen her for several days. I don't know if she will worry or miss her very much.

I didn't think it before, I always felt that my mother was a little nagging, but now——he felt that it was actually his warmest paradise.

That was his home, wherever it was.

He hurriedly changed into a set of loose clothes, and walked downstairs slowly, still thinking about how to tell Yu Juan, saying that he was very busy these two days, so busy that he was so busy that he ignored her.

He thought about it all the way, and finally reached the first floor.

"Mr. Devon, you can't go out."

He Qingwen walked to the door excitedly, but suddenly four arms stretched out from outside the door, and then four bodyguards stood up in unison, blocking He Qingwen's body.

"What are you doing?" He Qingwen stopped suddenly, looking at the four of them coldly.

"Mr. Devon, you can't go out." I got the same cold answer.

"You—why stop me? Go away!" He Qingwen narrowed his eyes and took another step forward.

But those four people remained motionless, still standing in front of He Qingwen.

"Go away!" He Qingwen growled, stretched out his hand, intending to push the four of them aside.

Unexpectedly, the four of them didn't move at all, and even one of them just smacked lightly with his arm. He Qingwen couldn't bear this little resistance, and instead took a step back. His body was already weak and weak, and this step almost made him He falls.

He turned around in a hurry, but pulled the wound that hadn't fully healed. He grinned his lower lip, and the sweat on his forehead suddenly burst out.

"Mr. Dai Wen?" Although the four people were ordered not to let He Qingwen step out of the main house, if he was really injured, the four people knew that they would not be able to eat and walk around, so when they saw He Qingwen When his face suddenly turned pale, he didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Devon, are you all right?"

He Qingwen didn't respond to them, he gritted his teeth tightly, turned his face sideways, and gave them a cold look with sideways eyes.

"Mr. Devon, please don't embarrass us, we are also obeying orders." The four people respectfully bowed to him and apologized, expressing their helplessness that they could not let go.

"On orders? Whose orders? Dougron?"

Ah!He Qingwen thought it was a bit ridiculous to ask this sentence, of course he, who else in the entire manor, had the power to stop him from walking out of this gate.

Doug Lang, Doug Lang, you did——to such an extent!

He Qingwen raised his head, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy breath.

Doug Lang, are you really going to put him in this cage completely?Like keeping a bird in captivity?

Yes, he was the bird, always had been the bird.

Never fly out of Dougron's sky, out of the net he set.

With his back to the door, he stood in the hall for a long time.

"Mr. Devon—" Seeing that he stopped talking and didn't know what he was thinking, the four people looked at each other.

He Qingwen took a breath, and suddenly replied, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."

He shook his hand and returned to the stairs.

"Master? Where have you been, Master?"

Huo De hurriedly ran down the stairs. Halfway through, he ran into He Qingwen who was climbing up with difficulty. He walked over and supported him.

"Where is he?" He Qingwen asked.

"Master?" "Yes, where is that bastard?" He Qingwen asked Huo De with a low growl.

"Master—" Huo De showed embarrassment, paused for a while, and said, "Master is not at the manor."

"Put me through his phone."

"Master, if you have anything to say, you'd better wait for the master to come back and talk about it calmly!"

He Qingwen suddenly turned his head to Huo De, his eyes full of anger.

Hodder looked at him and couldn't help being startled.

"Okay! Young master, please go back to your room first, and I will connect you to the master's phone right away."

He Qingwen bit his lower lip tightly, glanced at Huo De, and said nothing.

Repeatedly crawling up and down involved the wound, which was stinging faintly at this time, He Qingwen had no extra energy to take care of other things, so he endured the anger in his heart for the time being, and walked back to the bedroom.

The three-story building is now a huge challenge for his body. He sat on the bed with his head raised, gasping for breath, and almost fell down.

After waiting for him to rest for a while, Huode took out his phone and dialed Douglang's number. The phone was connected. After Huode briefly reported, he handed the phone to He Qingwen, and then walked out of the room.

He Qingwen answered the phone, pondered for a while, and asked, "Doug Lang, what do you mean?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Dougron replied calmly, "Diven, who are you talking to?"

He Qingwen was slightly taken aback, bit his lip, and asked, "You ordered those people to stop me from going out?"

Without even thinking about it, he replied, "That's right, it's me."

"Why did you do this, why do you prohibit me from going out, what right do you have to do this?"

"What power do I have? Of course I have power, Diven, don't forget who I am?" Doug Lang's voice was low and cold.

"Yes, you are the master of this manor, but—"

"Wrong Diven, you have been getting the wrong position all the time. I am not only the master of this manor, I am also your master. Don't forget, I am your adopter and your servant."

"Doug Lang, you—" He Qingwen gritted his teeth, his knuckles turned white as he held onto the railing beside the bed. He was in a daze for a moment, unable to believe that these words came from Doug Lang Out of the mouth.

Doug Lang snorted, "What? Isn't this the truth? Do you want to deny it? Do you want to deny that I, who has been supporting you, is not your master? Then who am I? Your adoptive father? You hug your adopted son every day In your arms, the adoptive father who is overwhelmed?"

"Douglan, don't say it anymore—don't say it anymore! How could you say such a thing?" He Qingwen roared angrily, clenched his fists, and slammed on the mattress.

"But you said all these words!" Doug Lang also roared back sharply, "I remember every word, every sentence clearly—"

He Qingwen was startled by Doug Lang's roar, and once again, he felt that Doug Lang was angry with him.

But he was speechless, those words - he said it.

Now, Dougron is just repeating those words, reversing the roles.

The person in pain was replaced by himself.

Dougron took a breath and continued, "Mancy was right, she was so right, Diven, I spoiled you, I treated you the wrong way in the first place, that's why Let you continue to hurt me so unscrupulously, it seems that it is time to find out the position of each other. Do you want to go out? Do you want to see your mother? It depends on your own performance, Diven. "

"Performance? Dougron, what do you want?"

He Qingwen's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the scene of that night quickly flashed through his mind.

Dougron jumped at him irrationally, like a beast, a mad beast, trying to tear him apart.

And this was also the first time that he felt the fear that Dougron brought to him.

He leaned feebly on the railing of the bed, unable to stop this fear——it struck again.

Dougron snorted coldly, "Diven, remember what I said? I said, I will come to enjoy my things again, you, get yourself ready, tonight—I want to enjoy!"

"Dougron, are you crazy? I—"

Every time he takes a step now, every time he makes a slightly large movement, the wound in that place is still involved, and he can't bear that kind of intense joy/love at all, let alone Doug Lang's strong body.

Doug Lang heard his hesitation, and chuckled, "What? Do you want to refuse? Do you have the right to refuse? Diven?"

"Douglang, you did it on purpose. You clearly know my physical condition. It's impossible. It's impossible to do that kind of thing with you."

"That's your business, not mine, don't you understand? Diven, I only want what I want, and the rest is none of my business! Come to my room on time at nine o'clock in the evening."

"Dougron—"

He Qingwen called his name loudly, wanting to yell at him as usual, but the other end of the phone didn't give him a chance to continue, and made a beeping sound.

The call has been cut off, and it becomes meaningless to resist and struggle hard.

He raised the phone high and raised his hand, but suddenly found that doing that would not change anything at all.

Nothing can change, what should come, will still come.

He clenched the phone tightly in his hand, twisting his fists, unable to vent.

"Master!" Huo De walked in from the door at the right time. He tentatively took the phone out of He Qingwen's hand.

He Qingwen let go, raised his eyes, and smiled wryly at Huo De, "I'm so stupid to think—" He frowned, and didn't continue talking.

It seems that what he expected was ahead of schedule, but he never expected it to be so miserable.

Doug Lang finally realized how unworthy everything he had paid, and he wanted to start recovering, recovering all the losses lost due to his mistakes.

But what can he get back?Still this body, still doing the same thing.

Recover——

It has long been difficult to tell who it is - who owes it!

☆, shattered

?On weekdays, if He Qingwen didn't pay special attention to the clock standing in the corner, He Qingwen would not remember its appearance, but today, he looked at it very carefully.

The bronze bell was swinging from side to side, matching the ticking of the thinnest second hand on the clock dial, in this silent room, one by one came into his ears.

No matter which corner or position he was standing in, even if he covered his head with a thick quilt, he could still hear it so clearly.

So he finally chose not to escape, but sat directly in front of the clock, staring at it all the time, watching its hour hand pointing to the position of seven, eight, and then watching the slightly longer minute hand slowly , slowly, little by little.

Time is like a file, constantly sharpening his heart, and when the two pointers are about to form a right angle, his heart is no longer so depressed.

Like a kind of relief before execution, numb and heartless.

What should come will still come, he can't change it.

He got up, stood there, and glanced at the clock again. The thin second hand was making the last round of rotation, just like his footsteps, step by step towards the abyss.

The second hand and the minute hand finally overlapped. He Qingwen closed his eyes, took a breath, and turned around.

He tightened his warm robe and opened the door.

The white blazing light in the corridor suddenly made his eyes a little uncomfortable. He covered it with his hands, lowered his head, and suddenly found a box under his feet.

what is this?

He Qingwen was a little surprised. He squatted down and found "putiton" written on the white box.

Let him put it on?what to wear

He opened the lid of the box, and shook out the thin, black gauze cloth inside, and by the way, a piece of black cloth with two thin straps fell out of it.

This is--

Looking at the thin see-through outfit in his hand, He Qingwen took a long breath, gritted his teeth, and held back the turmoil in his heart.

His hands trembled tremblingly, clutching, pinching, curling the cloth into his hands, really wanting to - ruthlessly, tearing it into pieces.

But he knew that Douglang would never let him do this easily. At the same time, he also saw the other row of words left under the box.

——Diven, if you still want to get out of this mansion, you'd better not let me down, come here wearing it, and don't make me wait too long.

Holding the sexy thin coat in his hand, He Qingwen stood up, kicked the empty box, and then slammed the door of his room hard.

********

Doug Lang deliberately adjusted the indoor lighting to a warm orange, not dazzling, very soft, and very ambiguous.

He walked to the stereo, put his fingers on the rows of gold discs, followed his movements with his eyes, and finally selected one from it and put it in the player.

When the music started, an extremely sexy and lazy female voice came out, modulating the atmosphere in the bedroom to the most romantic effect.

Doug Lang raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, walked to the bar, poured a glass of red wine, then sat on the sofa, staring at the door of the bedroom, waiting for the passage of time.

Just like the beginning, the first night of two people.

He Qingwen came to his room politely, wearing a dress specially made for him from the Netherlands.

Tall, elegant and clean.

Then he had their first night, He Qingwen's forbearance, He Qingwen's shyness, and He Qingwen's first time, all of which were given to him.

Everything at that time was unforgettable for Doug Lang. He felt that everything at that time was beautiful, because he just liked it deeply, and he hadn't fallen into it yet.

When exactly did it start?

He found himself falling into He Qingwen's joys, anger, sorrow, and joy, being drawn by him bit by bit, driven by his emotions, and sometimes even He Qingwen's depression could directly affect his mood throughout the day.

Afterwards, he began to care, and began to want to please him non-stop, to make him laugh, to laugh happily, so he agreed to He Qingwen's request and gave him three years to go back and take revenge.

And what he wants is nothing more than a sincere heart, nothing more.

Could it be that such a request is really too much?

He raised his head, leaned on the sofa, looked at the dial of the clock on the floor, the time passed by second by second, waiting, expecting——

Ten minutes had passed according to their agreed time, Doug Lang frowned, stood up, and opened the door.

The door of the room was opened by him. Just as he was about to walk out, he saw a person standing outside the door. The person suddenly raised his head and was taken aback.

Doug Lang was also a little dazed, and then said displeasedly.

"You're late." He turned around and ordered, "Come in."

He turned back and walked back to the bedroom, sat back on the sofa again, and saw that He Qingwen was still standing outside the door.

"Why don't you come in?" He asked, but He Qingwen bowed his head in silence, Doug Lang nodded, "Do you want me to have sex with you in the corridor? Of course, as long as you are willing, I don't mind." Said Then, he stood up from the sofa again.

He Qingwen clenched his fists tightly. Before Douglang could reach the door, he suddenly raised his foot, walked in and out, and then closed the bedroom door tightly with his hand back.

Doug Lang snorted, turned around, picked up the wine glass, and walked into the bedroom.

He sat on the bed, untied his tie, and looked up and down at He Qingwen's clothes.

"Why didn't you dress as I requested? Huh! It doesn't matter, it looks like you want to be locked up here forever."

He Qingwen gritted his teeth, glanced back at him, and then tightened the collar of the warm robe with his hands.

"There are servants in the corridor, don't you want me to dress like that and be seen naked?"

Doug Lang's hand paused, and his eyes suddenly became strange.

He looked at He Qingwen and smiled playfully, "Is it worn inside?"

He Qingwen didn't answer, but bit his lips tightly, not looking at Douglang, let alone looking directly into his eyes.

One of his hands clenched the neckline tightly, and the other hand covered the parted hem, for fear of embarrassing him if it was accidentally exposed.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Hehe, where has all the arrogance in the past gone? Diven." He dropped the tie in his hand, walked up to him, pinched his chin with his hands, and searched for the past on his face. Wipe the proud look.

He Qingwen tilted his head and avoided his hand, unable to hide the impatience on his face.

He frowned, his voice was cold, and he replied without a trace of emotion, "Doug Lang, you talk a lot of nonsense, if you want to do something, please hurry up."

Come on, get it over with, and give him time to heal.

Physical wounds and spiritual wounds.

Doug Lang watched his reaction, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"No hurry, Diven, our wonderful night has just begun, look, I have prepared wonderful music for us, and red wine—" He handed the wine glass to He Qingwen, and raised it to his mouth, "Come on, Have a drink to ease your tension."

He Qingwen turned his face away, and took a step back a little later, "No, there's no need."

"But I like the way you look after drinking. Come, have a drink." Doug Lang approached him, and raised the glass to him again.

liqueur--

Since what happened two days ago, whenever he smelled the aroma of this wine, he would feel headache and nausea.

He thinks he can't touch alcohol anymore during this period.

"No, I—" He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands to avoid the strong smell.

Dougron squeezed the wine glass with his hand, and then slowly let go.

"Okay, if you don't drink, let's play other games."

He took a few steps back, sat back on the bed, and his eyes began to wander back and forth on He Qingwen's body.

"If something is beautiful, it needs to be displayed. Come on, let me see the effect and take off the outer clothes."

After hearing Doug Lang's words, He Qingwen's heart tightened, and he put both hands on the collar.

"Hehe, what are you afraid of? Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen? With my hands, how much do I touch? I'm afraid even you, without me, can understand your body better!"

Facing Doug Lang's mockery, He Qingwen wished he could run to the door immediately and rush out.

This is simply a kind of torture for him.

That's right, they can face each other naked/naked, and their bodies are already very familiar to each other.

But now, it's not just a matter of standing naked in front of him.

But -

He actually asked him to dress like that for him, it felt like a coquettish/coquettish prostitute, half-covered, half-covered, willing to refuse, just to attract the attention of whores/clients.

It was a great insult to him and deeply ashamed of him.

Doug Lang sat on the bed, watching He Qingwen's expression under the dim light.

He knew that He Qingwen was challenging his limits.

So he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly, "Hurry up, don't test my patience, take it off!"

He Qingwen closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the neckline was trembling slightly.

It seems that the brink of collapse has been reached.

He heard Dougron's roar, and he also heard his own heart roaring.

Destroyed - just let your self-esteem stay in heaven and cry!

He grasped both ends of the collar with both hands, as if tearing his own chest, and finally peeled it off.

Immediately, the song "Daughter in the Paradise" suddenly resounded in the room, and the rumbling thunder at the beginning also woke up - Doug Lang who was stunned.

His gaze suddenly moved away from He Qingwen's body, and then quickly moved back. He tried his best to calm his heartbeat, allowing his short and rapid breathing to slowly regain its original rhythm.

He Qingwen stood in front of him, wearing a thin black gauze dress that reached the floor, translucent and translucent, making his already clean and white skin look even more tender and white as snow against the dim light and black gauze.

This dress is almost naked, allowing Doug Lang to clearly see the two pink buds on his chest and the thong underpants on his lower body, but the effect achieved by this thin to transparent gown is more obvious than being naked. Intriguing.

For the first time, Doug Lang discovered that the black color seemed to be more suitable for He Qingwen.

He is so sexy, so enchanting, compared with the sanctity and arrogance brought to him by white, black makes him look extremely divine