Qiuchi silent

Summary: tell you everything

After Xie Qiuchi agreed, his expression became a little stiff, and he unconsciously grabbed the corner of the quilt.

There were many small scratches on his hands, and the drowsy color of iodine dried up around the indigo veins on the back of his hands. Mu Zhe took his hands away from his shoulders, put them on the quilt, and spread them out towards him.

When he turned his hand over, he couldn't see the knife wound, but there was still some dark blood on the edge of his palm.

Xie Qiuchi didn't say anything to let him deal with the wound first, he obediently handed over his hand in this silent urging, and was immediately held tightly, Mu Zhe's dry fingertips pressed against his wound a little itchy Crispy pain.

He felt that there were other places that were held firmly, and his throat was a little itchy.

Mu Zhe didn't make any next move for a long time, he seemed to be looking at the shadow of Xie Qiuchi's eyelashes very seriously, and he seemed to be looking at a distant place.

It was only when the night breeze squeezed into the narrow window and opened the foggy blue curtains that he came back to his senses, he moved his fingers hesitantly, rubbing against Xie Qiuchi's slightly pale skin: "I..."

He really wanted to take this opportunity to ask Xie Qiuchi about the past that he had been hiding all the time, and hoped that his puppy would be willing to dig out the hot magma buried deep under the mountains for him. In fact, he did use some small tricks to try Guide Xie Qiuchi to speak out on his own initiative.

But now Xie Qiuchi promised to tell him everything, but this kind of not concealing brought him a kind of obscure dull pain, which made him a little unable to speak.

"Am I stressing you out?" He finally asked another question that was also quite concerned.

Xie Qiuchi twitched his eyelashes, and raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with tiny bloodshot eyes, and his eyes widened a little, showing a little surprise.But this surprise is not meant to refute his question, but it seems that he did not expect to be seen.

Mu Zhe squeezed Xie Qiuchi's fingertips with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing out a bit of bright red, but the edge was blue and white.He already understood the answer, so he lowered his eyes and added weight: "I'm not used to the 24-hour master-slave relationship, I don't want to cause trouble for others, I don't want to be discovered hidden secrets, and I am entangled in a trajectory that deviates from the routine. Is it stressful?"

This calm tone made Xie Qiuchi flustered. He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he was surprised that he couldn't find anything to deny it. He picked out the most insignificant answer: "I don't feel uncomfortable with the master-slave relationship. Dog wants to be your dog."

"Yes, so you only want to stop at this level of relationship," Mu Zhe even smiled, his tone was flat, more like laughing at himself, "Then, am I right about everything else?"

"...Yes, dogs are scared."

"Do you think I'll blame you for other people's mistakes and look at you differently?"

"You won't." Xie Qiuchi's phalanges were painfully pinched by Mu Zhe, but Mu Zhe probably didn't realize that he was using too much force. He didn't move and let Mu Zhe hold him, his voice was a little dry, "But sympathy, don't do it."

"I...since elementary school, I went to study far away from home. No one would know me there, and I was afraid of them...those people who knew me, whatever they said was a reminder of what happened in the past , I managed to get rid of them."

It took him a long time to learn not to be afraid of the dark, nor sex.His sexual awakening was too early, awakened by penises, humiliation, wicker whips, and small black rooms where he would be locked in if he didn't obey.

Until junior high school, he came into contact with bdsm from the Internet by chance. He didn’t think of anything at the first moment when he saw the picture. He only felt the pleasure of electric current explode in his mind. He quickly became hard and shook his hands to turn off the screen. He bit his arm and cried.

He didn't want to blame himself, he felt that those snake-like vicious smiles brought him twisted sexual fetishes, but when he had nightmares, he would occasionally hear someone whispering in his ear, "You are always like this", with those It seemed that he had become voluntary, as if he had never cried, shivered, or vomited on the dirty toilet.

"Qiu Chi?" Mu Zhe pulled his hand, frowned and looked at his out-of-focus eyes, "Look at me."

Xie Qiuchi slowly fixed his eyes on Mu Zhe's face.Mu Zhe's eyebrows are relatively high, with deep eye sockets, and he is very focused when looking at people.He and Mu Zhe looked at each other: "I don't want you to know, I don't want you to sympathize."

"But I don't want to sympathize with you, sympathy is for people who are not related to me. I don't want to spy on you, I just want..." Mu Zhe pursed his lips, as if embarrassed, "I want to know you better .You already know, I like you, and I want to know the person I like."

He looked away, stared at the wrinkled blue and white stripes on the quilt, and asked slowly: "I always thought I could wait, and didn't want to press you, but I didn't wait for your confession, in fact, if it wasn't for today Song Qingsheng saw you, what excuse would you give me? What did Xiao Qing do to you, what did you have to do with me, have nothing to do with me?"

He shouldn't be asking these questions, Mu Zhe thought to himself, he should be more concerned about Xie Qiuchi's emotions instead of letting himself vent.He suddenly realized that he was pinching tighter and tighter, so he let go suddenly, trying to step back a little, but Xie Qiuchi grabbed his hand instead.

He leaned over too hastily, his face was whiter than the pillow, and he was sweating layer after layer. Before he could endure the dizziness, he hurriedly said: "The dog is wrong, and the dog will tell you!"

Mu Zhe didn't withdraw his hand, but his tone was heavy: "Let's go back and talk." He regretted not hitting Xiao Qing's head on the ground a few times.

Xie Qiuchi was still looking at him, so he had no choice but to put his hand in his arms, and said tiredly: "If you can keep yourself safe, I don't have to care about what you don't want to say."

"No," Xie Qiuchi shook his head, "I'll tell you everything."

He put Mu Zhe's hand in front of his arms as if cherishing it, and said softly: "Don't interrupt the dog, okay?"

"it is good."