love slave

Li Moshang was on the phone when Su Huaixu entered the room.

There are some packing boxes on the coffee table, the ones that haven't been opened yet, and the smell of food wafts from them.

"Contact Alva if you have anything to do." Li Moshang looked very impatient. When he heard the movement in the room, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray. "Don't call me again."

Opening the balcony door, some smell of smoke wafted in, Li Moshang quickly closed the balcony door, isolating the summer night wind and the strong smell of smoke in another world.

But Su Huaixu could still smell the cigarette smell left by the other party.

It's just that he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, after all, he takes one from time to time.

"Have you eaten yet?" Li Moshang casually put the phone on the coffee table and sat down.

But the phone started ringing again.

"No." Su Huaixu inadvertently glanced at the lit screen, and there was a string of unfamiliar numbers on it, without even a note.

Although he knew it was wrong, Su Huaixu was still a little curious about who the number belonged to, which made Li Moshang so impatient.

Li Moshang pressed the mute button, and turned the phone screen to the table.

"Let's eat together." Li Moshang said and opened the packing box.

What kind of delicacies from mountains and seas did Su Huaixu think it would be, but when he saw that it was Chongqing small noodles, he said dumbfounded for a moment, "Director Li specially asked me to come here to eat noodles?"

Li Moshang explained: "I told Aunt Zhu that we don't need to send it, but I still brought it here. I couldn't finish it all by myself, so I had to call you over."

Li Moshang, who went his own way, explained such a long passage to him one day, but he became the one who didn't adapt.

Su Huaixu paused, then took the chopsticks handed over by Li Moshang, and picked up a chopstick to make noodles.Because it has been left for a long time, it has become a little congealed. He stirred the soup in the bowl and said with a smile: "She is a warm-hearted person."

Li Moshang looked at him, and suddenly said: "Aren't you angry?"

Su Huaixu was choked.

He coughed several times before he put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm not angry."

"You're angry." Li Moshang returned to the dead look of not listening to others, only blindly being sure of what he thought - although Su Huaixu had to admit that his determination was correct at the moment.

But how could Su Huaixu admit it?He breathed a sigh of relief and showed an impeccable smile: "Director Li is overthinking. In this line of work, it's normal to have such scandals. There's nothing to be angry about."

"That's not what I said."

"What I'm talking about is—" Li Moshang paused, looked at him with ambiguous eyes, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "You know what I'm talking about."

If there was a glass of water in front of him, and Su Huaixu was still him seven years ago, he should have poured water on Li Moshang's face by now.

But unfortunately, without water, he is already 30-year-old Su Huaixu.

Su Huaixu said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't know?" Li Moshang raised his brows slightly, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

At that moment, Su Huaixu's subconscious reaction was to hide—but the moment he leaned back, Li Moshang stood up suddenly, and the black shadow descended with an irresistible pressure. almost to his lips.

His two hands were propped on the coffee table, and as long as he leaned down a little more, he could kiss his lips.

Breathing seems to be messed up.

The panic in Su Huaixu's eyes was obvious.

Instead, Li Moshang teased him calmly: "Do you need me to reproduce why you are angry?"

Su Huaixu looked at him steadily, and always felt as if he had returned to that dark and cramped small room. He was a puppet, and Li Moshang was a god playing with him. He was in his palm, full of emotions. Controlled by the opponent.

That kind of feeling is actually very bad, all his emotions are at the discretion of Li Moshang, he has no thoughts of his own.

He wanted to struggle and resist, but because of love and lust, he got deeper and deeper.

Looking back, Li Moshang was always able to do a job with ease, and the only one who went crazy was himself.

So when Li Moshang moved closer, Su Huaixu took a step back in the chair, followed by the "呲" sound made by the stool rubbing against the ground, and a loud slap.

Su Huaixu hit Li Mushang hard on the face.

When Li Moshang was in a daze, he stood up suddenly, and the calm appearance on his face was torn to pieces.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Li Moshang, do you think you are very humorous?"

"Tsk." Li Moshang rubbed his face, sighed faintly, and looked at him quietly, as if everything was under control, "I knew how it is possible for a person's personality engraved in his bones to change. "

Su Huaixu felt as if he was standing naked in front of Li Moshang once again - after so many years, the clothes he wore back with great difficulty had nowhere to hide again.

He still hasn't learned not to care about Li Moshang.

Also, if he can do not care, he should return to China early.

"Li Moshang, I'm not the 23-year-old me anymore," Su Huaixu clenched his fists, although he was suppressing his emotions, his eyes were still flushed, "I'm not short of money now, and I won't sell my body for money anymore .”

Li Moshang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't seem to have expected that Su Huaixu would give him such an answer.

At that moment, there was a flash of panic in his eyes, and then he explained very quickly: "I didn't mean that, I just..."

"I just want to take off my clothes again for everyone to see?" Su Huaixu looked at him coldly, "Then go ahead and tell the whole world that I once took your money, I was fucked by you for a while, and finally ran away."

Li Mushang stopped abruptly.

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, and then he said, "I thought we were dating at the time."

Su Huaixu didn't know where Li Mushang came from to have such an expression on his face.

Who was injured between the two of them?

Su Huaixu took a deep breath.

The two of them stood there in silence for a full 3 minutes, and finally Su Huaixu spoke first: "If you don't eat noodles, you'll be sick."

Su Huaixu did not run away, but sat down as if nothing had happened.

Li Mushang didn't expect him to be like this, he was stunned for a moment, then obediently sat back opposite him, picked up the chopsticks and pounded the bowl twice, ate a few chopsticks silently, and then asked weakly: " Aren't we dating back then?"

Like an injured puppy walking slowly in the rain, looking at him with pitiful eyes.

What Su Huaixu couldn't stand the most was his expression, so he replied softly: "Maybe."

When painting or making love, Li Moshang often made some unreasonable demands.Su Huaixu always refused, and Li Moshang always looked at him with pitiful eyes, threatening him with love, and in the end he couldn't win against Li Moshang.

He would give whatever he wanted, and in the end he would bruise himself all over.

Li Moshang's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he said, "That's good."

Su Huaixu didn't know what was good about it.

Li Moshang babbled and said a lot, he was totally different from Director Li during the day, this night he completely changed to the way they used to be when they were passionately in love, but Su Huaixu's reaction was often no longer the same as before.

He doesn't reach out and scratch his chin and pet his head like a puppy.

Apart from that almost kiss, the two of them had no other more intimate actions.

After the meal, Li Moshang even played with Su Huaixu for a while, and taught him some ways to get into the play better. Su Huaixu devoted all his thoughts to his studies, even if he felt the heat eyes, and did not give any response.

Su Huaixu returned to her room in the early morning.

The balcony was wide open, and there was no light on the island at this time of day. He looked up at the sky, but the stars were dotted with it, which was a bit romantic.

Su Huaixu smoked a whole cigarette before going to bed.

He hasn't had such a dream for a long time—he always dreamed about it when he first went abroad.

He stood in the crowd, and the strangers around him shuttled back and forth, brushing against him. At first, no one stopped for him, but gradually some people turned their heads, holding one photo after another in their hands, Pointing at him seemed to be talking about something, and he seemed to be stripped naked in public.

He knelt down to avoid, but no one was protecting him, only he faced the countless spittle and ridicule.

There were more photos sprinkled from the sky, and it was really painful to hit him. Those photos cut blood lines one after another on his body like sharp blades, and a pool of blood gradually stepped on the soles of his feet.

Su Huaixu suddenly sat up.

He opened his eyes, and the room was dark.For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was in a dream or in reality. He wanted to find a fulcrum in a panic, and stumbled out of bed to turn on the light. As a result, the glass fell to the ground with a "bang", and he stepped on it. , The sharp thing pierced the sole of his foot in an instant.

Su Huaixu sat back on the bed in pain.

He was quiet in the dark for a long time, his eyes adapted to the light, he hopped on one foot to turn on the light, and then silently dealt with the debris on the ground.

Feet are still bleeding.

Su Huaixu remembered that Xiao Se said that there was a medicine box in the drawer.

Finding the disinfectant and bandages from inside, Su Huaixu casually sprayed some disinfectant on it.

The wound was so big that a single bandage couldn't cover it at all, so Su Huaixu put on four of them in a row to barely cover the wound.

After he finished his work, he had time to think about the dream he had. When he had this dream before, he could see everyone's face clearly in the dream, but now he couldn't. Everyone's face became very blurry. Vague.He couldn't recognize who it was.

Maybe it's because too much time has passed.

Looking at the phone, it was only 04:30 in the morning.

There is an unread text message, which is a string of numbers that I have memorized by heart and haven't changed for several years.

Su Huaixu clicked on it to see, Li Moshang invited him to have breakfast together tomorrow morning.

Su Huaixu stuffed the phone under the pillow, and smiled self-deprecatingly—he thought that if he was more naive, he might mistakenly think that Li Moshang was pursuing him again.