stand-in model

Rong Sheng just raised his hand, pinching the pale pink medicine in the transparent glass tube between his fingers.

As an adult, Jiang Liang still pays special attention to Rong Sheng's actions subconsciously.

He didn't even care about the tingling sensation of being cut by the handcuffs on his wrists, he just shrank into the bed while shaking his head.

The door panel was knocked on the outside, but Ke Rongsheng didn't seem to hear the piercing sound. He raised his knees against Jiang Liang's waist and landed on the already wrinkled bed. He didn't press the glass syringe with his hand. Looking at Jiang Liang's struggling right arm.

Raising his hand, he pulled up the sleeve of the black bottoming shirt, and lifted it all the way until most of Jiang Liang's arm was exposed.

Rong Sheng pressed Jiang Liang's thin body hard, the whole white arm was exposed to the warm light on the bedside table, and the blood vessels on the arm could be seen flickering through the skin.

"This is a very good thing, and you will definitely like it. I thought I wouldn't use it on you in the future, but I didn't expect that I would break my promise so soon."

Rong Sheng's voice fluctuated greatly, which was mixed with hoarseness and tension, but there was also some excitement and excitement.

The needle tip pierced the skin and entered the blood vessel, and the pale pink liquid was slowly pushed forward by Rong Sheng with a little force.

The particularly lacking sense of security in his heart, like the liquid injected into Jiang Liang's blood vessels, was gradually satisfied and brought into play, even as if he had obtained a noisy place, allowing him to let go of himself and roar as much as possible.

After the injection, Rong Sheng didn't have the patience to clean up the messy black suitcase on the bedside table and the empty glass needle in his hand.

He casually threw it on the ground and turned around to take Jiang Liang into his arms.

Because Jiang Liang, who was still struggling at first, had gradually softened under Rong Sheng's body due to the pale pink injection, and couldn't help panting for heat.

These injections are not just one.

When Rong Sheng first started preparing, there were a lot of injections in the black suitcase.

This medicine is called "flower baby".

At the beginning, there will not be too many physiological reactions after the injection, but the body will be limp and panting.

But later on, when the effect of the drug is gradually exerted, the person who is injected will be like an addict/gentleman who cannot leave the people around him, wishing to cling to that person all day long.

Just like a baby in childhood, from a small appearance, it gradually grows into a towering adult.

Jiang Liang's favorite citrus fragrance is also lit in the room.It was like an inexplicable aphrodisiac/emotion/medicine, which made Jiang Liang, who was soft and watery under Rong Sheng's body, even more parched.

"Rong... Sheng~" Jiang Liang let the handcuffs hang on his arms weakly, his fair face was stained with spring, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Sweat beaded constantly on his forehead.

Like a fish that escaped from the water, he lay on the bed, dawdling and panting, but he didn't bow his head to Rong Sheng.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear Jiang Liang insulting Rong Sheng in the gap between panting, wishing to slap this person.

"Ginger cool, Jiang Jiang."

With a smile on the corner of Rong Sheng's mouth, he caressed Jiang Liang's side face with his cold palm, watching this man rub against his palm with attachment.

The fingertips slid down from his cheeks, reached the protruding Adam's apple, and fell to the alluring collarbone.

Jiang Liang's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he yearned for the coolness from his body more and more.

The two goldfish in the fish tank swim and are intimate with each other.

The dim warm light on the bedside table was on all night.

Rong Sheng still packed up and went to the company the next day, but stopped to look at Aunt Zhou who was holding his windbreaker by her side before going out.

Aunt Zhou was still wearing a black apron, and her complexion looked a little uncomfortable but not ugly.

"Aunt Zhou, you must go to bed early at night. Otherwise, you may not be able to sleep easily."

With a calm expression, Rong Sheng took the windbreaker in front of him and pressed it between his arms, and there were red marks on his Adam's apple from his fingernails.

There are also one or two clearly visible teeth marks on the side of the neck.It is enough to see how intense the two people are after finishing it.

"Sir, Mrs. and Mr. Big said...that they will be back tonight."

Aunt Zhou lowered her head and dared not say anything.

She was the one who knocked on the door of the room last night.

After all, she went crazy watching Rong Sheng for so many days, and she was afraid that something serious would happen right after the husband got him back.

Thinking of the voices she heard by the door later, now she dare not even go upstairs to open the door and visit Jiang Liang.

She couldn't knock on the door all the time, so the most impulsive and appropriate thing she did was to call Mr. Da and his wife overnight.

Maybe the situation will be better when Rong Mingzhou and Fan Pei come back.

"Okay, I'll wait for them at home."

Rong Sheng laughed softly as he spoke.His face was full of satisfaction and joy after eating food.Even satisfied.

Even if Rong Mingzhou, Fan Pei, and his father and mother come back, so what?

Jiang Liang is his, and it can only be his - no one dares to raise objections to this matter, and no one dares to hinder his behavior.

It is impossible for him to pass by Jiang Liang again, and it is impossible for him to be alone again.

The bedroom upstairs was dark, and the heavy curtains were stirred by the wind blowing in from the slightly open window, but not very much.

Jiang Liang was leaning against the head of the bed with one hand handcuffed, and a soft handkerchief was still held in the inner circle of the handcuffs.

His exposed ankle was still the black electronic shackle that he had taken off before.Only this time there is an extra pinhole - a pinhole camera is embedded there.

Jiang Liang hadn't woken up yet, the corners of his eyes were red, swollen and sore due to the restlessness all night, and his nose was also red.

The pain in his lower body made him work harder to tuck his whole body into the soft white quilt.

Rong Sheng cleaned him up early in the morning and applied ointment, but for Jiang Liang, such behavior was completely useless.

Pain is still pain.

Teeth imprints followed one after another on the collarbone exposed under the quilt, and some of the imprints still had some blood in them.

Rong Sheng didn't restrain himself from him at all last night.

Every movement wanted to suck the blood under his skin and nail him here.

As a result, Jiang Liang had few good pieces of meat all over his body.

The white and clean skin in the past seemed to have been overturned with a paint box on it.

On the bedside table is the recipe book that Rong Sheng prepared for him, and the fish tank is placed in a position that Jiang Liang can see not far from the side of his head.

He didn't want to open his eyes because the eyelids were swollen and sore.

In the room, apart from Jiang Liang's shallow breathing, there was only the sound of goldfish jumping and swimming in the fish tank.

very tired.It hurts.

When did the always calm Rong Sheng become what he is now?

It's like a mad dog protecting the bones under him, trying to devour himself.

There was a gurgling sound in his stomach, but Jiang Liang didn't dare to call out.

After all, his current appearance covered in hickey marks, bruises, and scantily clad is really shameful.

Even Aunt Zhou dared not go upstairs to find him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Liang chuckled lightly, but it contained ridicule and embarrassment towards herself.

But at the same time, he was also in pain.

He just wanted to take a look at Jiang Yingxian, how could he be caught by Rong Sheng.

Jiang Liang couldn't figure out why he couldn't do without Rong Sheng no matter how he escaped. Could it be that he could only go on like this for the rest of his life?

It's like a child who has strayed into a maze and can't get out no matter how hard he runs.When I turned around and looked up, it was still the same green plant, and it was still the same shelter.

Still looked up and couldn't see the outside scene.

Rong Sheng returned to Rong's villa for the first time at noon.As soon as he entered the door, he took the red date porridge he bought and went upstairs to find Jiang Liang first.

Aunt Zhou was holding her clothes and standing at the stairs going upstairs, she didn't go upstairs in a daze.

Because what she did before was a bit out of bounds, and she really couldn't help with the following matters.

Rong Sheng's leather shoes didn't even have time to change, and they fell on the stairs with a clattering sound.

Jiang Liang was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed, not sure if she was really asleep or pretended to be asleep.It's just that as the footsteps going up the stairs became more and more clear, Jiang Liang's hand holding the quilt horn became more and more tense.

He knew that Rong Sheng was back.

The whole morning, except for Rong Sheng going up and down the stairs, he didn't hear the second person's footsteps.

The entire second floor seemed to be subconsciously separated from the first floor of the villa by Rong Sheng.

Only Rong Sheng can visit here, and the door lock can only be opened by Rong Sheng.

The door lock was opened with a click, and then closed.

What came in together was not only the sound of soft footsteps on the blanket, but also a faint scent of red dates.

This is for Jiang Liang who is lying on the bed and still a little hungry.Totally a temptation.

It's just that he won't open his mouth to Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng didn't need him to open his mouth either.

Bags of jujube porridge are placed to one side of the recipe book on the bedside table.

Rong Sheng bent over, knelt on the side of the bed with one leg, raised his hand and pulled out the corner of the quilt that Jiang Liang was holding in his palm, which still felt wet.

It looked like it was the sweat in Jiang Liang's hands.

Jiang Liang was picked up by Rong Sheng with one hand, the handcuffed hand was still hanging on the bed, and his bare/exposed skin was tightly wrapped by the quilt.But it made Rong Sheng's throat dry.

It's just that he can't toss Jiang Liang anymore.

"Jiang Jiang, have some porridge." Rong Sheng raised his hand and pushed the broken hair that fell on Jiang Liang's forehead, with a gentle and delicate tone.

But only Jiang Liang knew whether this person was gentle or terrifying.

Faced with Rong Sheng's attitude, he had no choice but to open his eyes, but he didn't want to communicate with Rong Sheng.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Rong Sheng coldly, and stared at the jujube porridge in Rong Sheng's hand without fear on the surface.

He was hungry and indeed needed to eat.

So when he saw Rong Sheng personally feeding him red date porridge, he didn't refuse, but lowered his eyebrows trustingly, opened his mouth and swallowed it with a spoon in his mouth.

The jujube porridge is delicious, but after all, it can't beat the bitterness and sadness in my heart.

A bowl of porridge was fed, Rong Sheng didn't mention what happened last night, and Jiang Liang didn't speak.

The two of them acted like a pantomime, one coordinated with the other's movements.

Jiang Liang's stomach felt a little warm, and those drowsiness came out again.He was stuffed into the bed by Rong Sheng again, but Rong Sheng's body came in afterward.

"I'll take a nap, and I'll take you to the company in the afternoon." Rong Sheng's kiss fell on Jiang Liang's red and swollen eyelids, his face was a little relaxed and lazy, this kind of life situation seemed to be what he wanted.

"My parents will come tonight. I'm afraid that you won't be able to explain to them if you bump into them, so I'll take you there, okay?"

Jiang Liang didn't open his eyes, his eyelids were closed, letting himself fall into a dream.Only in the dream, his state would not be so embarrassing.