loneliness meets loneliness

The air seemed to be stretched into a tight string.

Time has become slow, flowing slowly like water, the slowness is too unbearable.

A handsome long-haired man stood leisurely in the center of the room. His long hair was waist-length, lazily pressed against his cheek, with a lazy beauty.

He lowered his eyes, his expression was bewitching, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a faint smile, with a bit of a playful taste in his whole body.

At his feet lay a young man, wearing blue and white pajamas, the loose cotton clothes simply outlined his thin curves.

His body was curled up on the ground, and the sound of sobbing could be heard from his arms. His body was trembling slightly. From the trembling fingertips, one could see the cold and pale posture, which had a morbid beauty.

Mu Quyan calmly smoothed the long hair beside his ears, his eyes stayed on his long hair, and said casually: "The smuggling at Qin Mu's place has been dealt with, and you can go back to that building from tomorrow onwards. Everything returns to the original state, you continue to be the former comfortable young master and president of the Qin family, today is the last day you beg me."

As he said that, he showed a wicked smile.

He let go of his long hair, and slowly stepped forward, with that indifferent yet dangerous stern smile on his lips, he said in a sweet voice: "I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future, But since it's the last day, if I let you go without doing anything, I'm not Mu Quyan."

There was a beautiful smile on his handsome face, pure and beautiful like a gentle breeze, comfortable and light.

He tilted his head slightly, showing a playful smile. With a sweet smile, he slowly raised his leg, and stepped heavily on Qin Yifeng's head without mercy.

His head hit the floor with a loud bang, and immediately there was a faint muffled groan from under his feet.

Then, streaks of bright blood spread from his forehead to the surroundings, and his whole body was humiliated like a dog.

His face was slightly sideways, and Qin Yifeng's wet eyelashes and closed eyes, with a humiliated and painful expression, curled up his mature and handsome body like a wounded beast.

And this scene added to the messy depression of the abuser.

At the moment when he saw his weakness, on Mu Quyan's sweet face, a glint of sinister light flashed in his beautiful eyes, instantly obliterating his original sweet appearance.

He happily opened the corner of his mouth and smiled softly.

A strong sense of satisfaction spread rapidly in his heart like a plague.

What kind of pleasure is it to trample on the person you hate the most.

Only those who have tried will know.

He lowered his legs heavily, Qin Yifeng's messy black hair was under his feet, and the soft touch was very comfortable.

He smiled evilly, bent down, tilted his head, and his black hair cascaded down from the side.

His voice was low and slow, and he said mockingly: "Lin Miluo is so stupid, why doesn't he understand, I won't, safe, let you go."

The person under his feet trembled slightly, and a warm breath exhaled from his lips, which blurred his face, and a clear sense of charm emerged spontaneously.

Mu Quyan stretched out his hand, grabbed Qin Yifeng's hair, and pressed his cheek tightly to the cold ground.

His sweaty black hair was scattered in front of his forehead that was also full of sweat, and he opened his eyes slightly, his drenched eyes were as wet as the rainy sky.

At that moment, the gray haze spread in his eyes, extremely lifeless, like a dead body whose soul was taken away by the god of death.

Mu Quyan smiled softly, with a bright pink smile on his lips.

His voice was low and ambiguous.

He said: "Even if you have to face death the next day, you have to double the pain you will face tomorrow and return it to the person who will kill you the next day. This is survival, do you understand?"

There were a few weird laughs from his throat, and he laughed loudly with a strong sense of sarcasm: "Only Lei Feng can do such stupid things as sacrificing oneself for others, you fools."

His laughter continued, as if he was laughing at himself, Lin Miluo, and many people.

The person under him moved slightly, and one hand quickly grabbed Mu Quyan's leg that was stepping on his head, like pulling away a piece of garbage, and threw Mu Quyan's body away forcefully and quickly , thrown aside.

Mu Quyan supported the ground with one hand, turned over and stopped again, so he didn't fall down.

Qin Yifeng slowly got up from the ground and stood up straight.

Mu Quyan looked up at him, and he stood in front of him, looking down at him, as tall as a god.

A wave of humiliation and hatred welled up in my heart.

The blood on his forehead dyed his black hair brilliantly, as magnificent as the setting sun.

His face was stern and expressionless.

His brows and eyes are indifferent, and the wrinkled clothes do not affect this aura in the slightest.

He slowly opened his beautiful lips, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, without a trace of emotion: "Thank you for your advice, I will learn quickly."

Mu Quyan frowned fiercely, his fingers clenched the ground, he bit his lower lip, and a gloomy light instantly enveloped his face.

But he soon showed another beautiful smile, and said in a gentle voice: "No thanks, Boss Qin can leave now."

The moment Qin Yifeng turned around and left the room.

A gloomy expression enveloped his face again.

……

"Click-"

The door opened.

Wen Chi raised his head subconsciously, black hair dangling in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

The visitor is Mu Quyan.

Besides him, no one will come to see him.

Wen Chi's eyes lost their luster in disappointment, and he lowered his head again, looking at the sheets.

He didn't care at all.

As in the past, he sat on the edge of the bed, propped his chin with his hands, made an ambiguous posture, smiled beautifully, and began to speak in a soft and gentle voice.

"Do you know, I'm afraid life will return to calm in the future."

As he spoke, he smiled softly a few times, feeling a little desolate.

Wen Chi was stunned, and looked up at Mu Quyan with a vague surprise in his eyes.

"Oh, what are you expecting?" Mu Quyan stretched out his hand to caress Wen Chi's face, with a faint sarcastic smile on his lips.

Yes, what are you expecting.

His disappointed heart slowly fell.

He shook off Mu Quyan's hand in disgust, frowned and turned his face aside, and said in a stubborn tone: "Of course I hope that I can leave this prison."

"Cage, hehe." Hearing this, Mu Quyan not only didn't get angry, but instead recited it several times to himself as if he had found a treasure.

This can be fun.

What a pervert.

Wen Chi glanced at him, snorted disdainfully, and turned away from looking at him again.

"It's a pity, it's not you who regained your calm, you still have to stay in this cage." Mu Quyan stretched out his hand to turn Wen Chi's face, shook his head, and said mockingly.

Wen Chi was startled, and looked at him inexplicably.

"It's Qin Yifeng." Mu Quyan looked at his fingers and said flatly: "He can sit on Qin Mu's president again and return to a peaceful life, but."

Wen Chi didn't move, cold sweat crawled up his back like a hand, he looked at Mu Quyan nervously, and listened quietly.

He paused, his eyes shifted to Wen Chi's tense face, he moved a little closer to Wen Chi's face, and lowered his voice, which was somewhat ambiguous.

"You may never see your good friend, Lin Miluo again."

He closed his lips and stared at Wen Chi's reaction.

Hearing this, Wen Chi's face turned pale in an instant, his hands supported the edge of the bed, his body leaned forward, and he murmured, "You... you you you killed him?"

His expression was a little dazed.

If Lin Miluo died, wouldn't President Qin go crazy?

Mu Quyan looked at Wen Chi's nervously rolling eyes, and couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his hand to brush the hair on his forehead, shook his head, and said leisurely while laughing: "Kill him? Hahaha, Why do you think of me as cruel."

As he said that, he showed a regretful expression, and said lightly: "I didn't do anything, just let him leave this city, go to another strange city, and start life again."

He tilted his head, reached out to stroke Wen Chi's hair, and there was a rare tenderness in his eyes.

Wen Chi was taken aback, but he didn't even resist, but just watched in a daze.

He saw Mu Quyan's beautiful face approaching a little bit, he saw Mu Quyan's pink lips slowly open, and his voice was spit out like pearls.

"Lin Miluo can sacrifice for Qin Yifeng, and Qin Yifeng can also sacrifice for Lin Miluo. If I can sacrifice for you, can you sacrifice for me?"

There was a bit of invisible charm in his voice, and it sounded like a soft hand sweeping past Wen Chi's ears.

Wen Chi was taken aback, he looked at Mu Quyan, his heart suddenly stopped beating.

He couldn't take his gaze away for an instant.

At this time, Mu Quyan's eyes were like a piece of dry and barren land, gray without end, like a boundless desert, without a glimmer of hope in sight.

As if longing for water, like a beast eager to feed, it seems that something has been missing for a long time, looking straight at itself, full of longing and expectation.

That gaze, like a ray of light, shot straight into the bottom of my heart, catching something soft.

At this moment, he is extremely vulnerable.

One "no" can beat him.

The air was silent for a while.

Wen Chi woke up suddenly, he suddenly pushed Mu Quyan away, and quickly took a step back.

God, what I was thinking just now is really abnormal.

He is obviously just a pervert. What the hell is that inexplicable feeling just now? It is absolutely impossible. He must be sick.

He quickly shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted at Mu Quyan in panic: "What nonsense are you talking about! Impossible!"

He kept shouting loudly, as if he was trying to clarify something that already existed, but he just refused to face it.

Mu Quyan stayed where he was, didn't move, didn't get angry, and didn't lose his temper.

Wen Chi was taken aback, he thought Mu Quyan would be angry.

He moved forward regretfully, and tentatively stretched out his hand to shake in front of Mu Quyan's eyes, but Mu Quyan didn't respond at all.

His gaze was as dazzled as a piece of wood.

At a loss, Wen Chi tugged at the corner of Lamu Quyan's clothes, frowned, and said worriedly, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

His heart was extremely disturbed, and he looked at Mu Quyan anxiously.

Mu Quyan lowered his head slightly, and soon, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as indifferent and pure as a breeze.

Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by Wen Chi, who looked at Mu Quyan in some panic.

Mu Quyan showed a beautiful smile, smiled, his voice was low and ambiguous, he put his lips next to Wen Chi's ear, and said slowly: "Very well, since you are not going to sacrifice for me, then I can only ask for it myself." gone."

The scalding heat beat against Wen Chi's earlobe.

Wen Chi's face turned pale instantly, he was so panicked that he didn't know what to do.

Mu Quyan straightened his long black hair with his hands, and with a smile on his lips, he slowly climbed onto the bed.

Wen Chi took a few steps back, just bumped into the bed, Mu Quyan's black hair was scattered and fell on Wen Chi's face, he looked at Mu Quyan's face in a panic, like a beautiful female ghost .

Mu Quyan's voice gently patted his earlobe: "Very good, let's start..."

The author has something to say: Those single-digit click-through rates must have been clicked by myself TAT

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why no one commented... TAT

The story will get bigger and bigger in the future. I originally wanted to write a simple story, the kind that is funny, but I didn't expect it to develop into this... (Poke finger)