Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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It was him who killed He Yan...

Now how to do?

Even if he is gone now, He Yan will not commit suicide like in his previous life.Because he still promised him that he wanted to win prizes, go to university, play games... With He Yan's temperament, he must complete each item before he would think about anything else.

Are you going to run away?

Ask yourself, although Fang Cheng claims to be an otaku, and thinks that his spare time in life is only satisfied with painting, but in reality, he simply cannot bear the current life that has no interesting contact with the outside world for a long time.

Besides, it is an extremely crazy idea to completely disconnect a person from society.

He couldn't do it.

So are you leaving?

He Yan gave him a chance to choose.

Fang Cheng's heart twitched in pain, the air seemed to be turned into a knife, and every breath was like a thousand cuts.

He was uncomfortable, and He Yan was even worse.

In the bathroom, He Yan was sitting on the toilet with his hands scratching his scalp. There were already a lot of torn hairs on the floor. The possessiveness and rationality in his mind were basically a crushing confrontation. Only pain could prevent the latter from being completely suppressed. annihilation.

He sat for a long time, until the crying outside gradually stopped, and there was a rustling sound of packing things. After a moment of silence again, the door was unlocked and locked, and He Yang finally let go of his already red scalp.

he's gone.

He chose freedom.

It was true at first, how could such a beautiful person be so hard to accept this crazy insanity like his own.

He Yan smiled mockingly, raised his head to wipe away the moisture from his eyes, got up and opened the door, and greeted his destined ending.

But as soon as he went out, he bumped into Fang Cheng who was already fully dressed.

Are you saying goodbye to yourself?

Fang Cheng's eyes were still bloodshot and swollen like peach pits, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a fragile and nervous smile.He was holding an opened small cake in his hand, which was only about the size of a fist, and a lit candle was inserted on it, emitting a bright light.

"Happy birthday, He Yan." The voice was still nasal and choked.

He Yan clenched his fists, "I don't need to celebrate my birthday."

"But I want to give it to you." Fang Cheng put the cake on the round table behind him, picked up the paper bag he had just rescued from the crack of the door, took out a box, and opened it to He Yang: "Birthday present."

Inside is a pair of rose gold bracelets with strong edges, a low-key frosted surface, and the names of the two engraved on the inner ring-this is actually a very tacky gift.

The hostility in He Yan's eyebrows and eyes became more intense, he took out two bracelets, and approached Fang Cheng: "Do you mean to let me handcuff you voluntarily?"

Fang Cheng bit his lip and shrank back, hitting the edge of the table with his back, and the fire light on the cake flickered.

He bit the bullet and explained: "No."

He Yan sneered, and threw the bracelet back into his arms, "Then leave."

"That's not what it means." Fang Cheng anxiously grabbed his wrist, shrank from his cold body temperature, and then held it even more firmly, "I want both you and freedom."

"You think it's pretty."

Fang Cheng lowered his head and said, "I know you, I know you better than you think." He put one of the bracelets on his wrist, and put the other on He Yan's hand.

He didn't dare to look up, and just stared at the bracelets of the two: "I am willing to accept your imprisonment, but not forever."

"He Yan, you just feel too insecure, so now that you get a little bit of love, you just want to hold it tightly in the palm of your hand and hide it."

"But in the future, many people will love you, and you will even become their belief. You will also have many partners, and they will accompany you to build the world of your dreams. I can only hold one of me."

"Maybe you think it's impossible, you think it's tough, but it's going to happen."

"During this period, I can appropriately reduce my close contact with others. If you can't bear it any longer, imagine treating me like this today, and I accept it...just not too often, I'm a little afraid..."

"That rope, can you throw it away? You can use other things to tie me up, clothes or sheets are fine, but don't want that rope, that rope hurts, I don't like it."

"Let's get rid of this perverted possessiveness slowly, and I will accompany you."

"I will accompany you, from now to the future."

"I'm yours forever."

This is Fang Chengxiang's future, and his happy ending with He Yan.

He looked hopefully at the bottom of He Yan's eyes. After all, the ice edges wrapped around the leaves showed some signs of breaking.

But He Yan quickly closed his eyes and stopped letting him probe into his heart. The voice that came out of his throat was very dark: "What if I can't quit? What if I lose control?"

"But you're not out of control even now."

He shook his hand away, and said fiercely with his eyes wide open: "I lost control just now, do you want to experience it again? Being tied up, stripped naked, and violated!"

"It turns out that even though it was out of control, you didn't really hurt me." Fang Cheng chuckled lightly, stopped being fooled by him, and touched his buttocks with fingerprints, "If you really force yourself down, I'm afraid there will be no harm here." It's already swollen, and you didn't come in until the end... You've been scaring me, you want to push me away, I'm not a fool, I can feel it."

Fang Cheng approached him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly, "You are crying."

His body was stiff, his voice choked up, and his tone was stiff and pale: "I didn't."

Fang Cheng put his ear against his heart, and rubbed it, "I heard it. It said: 'You are very good, I am willing to accept your proposal.'"

"..."

After a moment of silence, He Yan raised the arm hanging by his side and hugged him, as if trying to integrate him with him with great strength, bowed his waist deeply, and buried his face into his neck, A silent breakdown: "I will hurt you... I will hurt you like today, or even more... I'm afraid I can't help it, I'm afraid I won't be able to quit."

"At any rate, I'm a 180-year-old boy. I'm not that fragile and will break if I touch it. I won't be powerless against you. If it wasn't for the sudden incident, I wouldn't have given you a chance to take out the rope."

Fang Cheng raised his head and kissed his forehead, then kissed the tip of his nose, "He Yan, please trust me."

He Yan hugged him quietly, and Fang Cheng felt a cold liquid land on his neck, drawing a cold trace along his back, one after another, and finally gathered together, wetting his newly changed T-shirt .

He Yan even cried inwardly, he was so close that he could only hear the sound of muffled panting.

After an unknown amount of time, the cake candle that had been forgotten on the table had burned to the end, and with a small "poof", the fire went out, and a small puddle of pink fell on the cream.

Only then did He Yan let go of him, lowered his eyelids to cover most of his beautiful pupils, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, you can also tie me up and beat me up."

Fang Chengti's heart finally fell to the ground, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief - the child still needs to be disciplined, how could he be allowed to grow into a pervert?

"I'm not going to hit you, I want you to remember the guilt." He took off the puddle of pink wax on the cake, replaced it with a new candle and lit it, pulled He Yan over and pressed him on the chair, facing the little girl. Little Huoguang: "Now let's celebrate your birthday."