prisoner of love

When sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, Li Yanqi was more silent than before, he didn't even want to look at Zhou Song.He is this person's plaything, and he can play with it however he wants. His dignity as a man has long been crushed by the other party, but he cannot escape.

Of course Zhou Song sensed Li Yanqi's emotions. He stuffed the baked soft bread into his mouth while watching Li Yanqi eat, watched Li Yanqi eat half a piece of bread, took two or three mouthfuls of hot milk and then put it down. He said displeasedly, "You have forgotten the taste of force-feeding again, haven't you?"

Li Yanqi just picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth, when he heard this, he paused and said, "I can't eat anymore."

"Such a big man, can't finish a piece of bread? Can't finish a glass of milk? Or are you playing a hunger strike trick in front of me?" Zhou Song patted the bread crumbs in his hand and leaned back on the back of the chair explain.

Li Yanqi's complexion was pale, he was tossed hard last night, and finally fell asleep, and his dream was full of depressing scenes. When he woke up in the morning, it was as if he hadn't slept. Zhou Song took the lock essence ring last night After tossing him, there is still a throbbing pain in that place, especially when he urinates, the pain is so painful that he can only bite his lips tightly to bear it.

Where is the appetite to eat?

Zhou Song waited for a while, seeing that the other party did not answer or move, he stood up suddenly and dragged him to the top of the dining table, lifted up the still warm milk and sent it to Li Yanqi's mouth, Li Yanqi was caught off guard and was spilled by the milk On his face, milky white milk flowed down his chin, gradually wetting his neck.

He finally raised his eyes to look at Zhou Song, but closed his mouth tightly, letting the milk drip.

Just like that, the glass of milk was spilled, not a single drop entered Li Yanqi's mouth.

Zhou Song looked at the other party's reluctance, and finally lost his composure. Unknown anger aroused all his violence. He threw the cup, and the innocent cup fell to pieces. The person pushed back, and Li Yanqi slammed into the chair fiercely, and the place behind him was sore and painful from the shock.

Zhou Song pointed at him, furious like a lion: "Did I treat you badly?! You don't want money, you don't want a house, you don't want to give you a computer, you have never been to a decent restaurant. I'll take you there, if you don't want me to send you to work, I just stay outside and don't go in, if you don't want to cook for me, I'll ask the hotel to send it to you, and I will serve you to dress and have breakfast every morning, you are allergic to smoke I never smoke in front of you, and Zhou Song has never done this to a person! I spoil you as much as I can, but you will never fucking know good from bad!"

"I just want you to be more obedient, wiser and more interesting! You can accept what I give you. How dare you say that you didn't enjoy the thing on the bed? Ah?! Tell me! I just want you to be good, follow along Me, but you want to fight against me."

Zhou Song walked behind Li Yanqi, leaned down and leaned into his ear and said, "You have repeatedly challenged my limit of patience, do you know that? Huh? Li Yanqi."

Li Yanqi was dripping with cold sweat, his face was pale and pale, his chest heaved up and down in anger at Zhou Song's words, Zhou Song was the most brazen person he had ever seen!His eyes were red, his fingers were hard on the arm of the chair, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Zhou Song suddenly pinched his chin and lifted it upwards. Li Yanqi's eyelashes trembled in pain. Finally, he spoke in an intermittent voice, "I don't know what's good, it's better than...you... Brazen and strong!" After finishing speaking, he stared at Zhou Song closely, he knew what a storm would look like, even after a hundred times, he was still afraid, but at this moment, all emotions urgently needed an outlet, otherwise he would be like a The balloon, which was inflated to the critical point, burst open.

After venting, quietly waiting for the baptism of the storm.

The author's gossip: I'm thinking of making a group?What's convenient...