The squeamish bag is coaxed by bad men every day in the infinite world

In the bright bedroom, the young man sat lazily on a chair in his pajamas, curled up in his arms.

Kneeling on the young man's slender white legs, there were strange finger marks all over them.

Yu He cried for a long time, the tails of his eyes were red, and he looked pitifully at the person in front of him.

But he wasn't sure if Xia Huanye had calmed down.

He stretched out his index finger to tentatively touch Xia Huanye's phalanx. In just a moment, Xia Huanye grabbed his finger and then wrapped everything around him.

Noticing that the other party seemed not angry, nor did she intend to dislike or resist, she stretched out her arms to hug him aggrievedly, hid in his arms, and buried her head deeply.

"Tongue pain." She cried softly, as if she had really suffered a great grievance.

"Open your mouth." Xia Huanye pinched his chin.

Yu He lifted her small chin, raised her head and opened her mouth obediently, showing the wound on her tongue to Xia Huanye, complaining vaguely: "It's all your fault."

"Blame me?" Xia Huanye asked with a smile.

Yu He didn't dare to speak loudly, but only dared to mutter in a low voice: "It's your fault."

Such a small complaint, and I don't know who to tell it to.

Xia Huanye raised the corner of his mouth, kissed the transparent part of Yu He's lips, and asked, "Aren't we having fun?"

Yu He was stunned.

In fact, he is still a little confused now. It feels like being wrapped in warm water and gradually rippling away the comfort, which makes him feel very novel.

But he also felt strange, how could Xia Huanye finger...

Xia Huanye kept talking to him strangely, showing him his wet fingers and clothes that were so soaked that he couldn't wear them anymore.

Yu He couldn't even figure out where the water came from to soak Xia Huanye's clothes like this.

He didn't say he was happy or unhappy, but he gave a fierce warning, arrogant and unreasonable: "Don't show embarrassment to me in the future, and you are not allowed to attack me. If you continue to attack me, I will ignore you."

Although Xia Huanye didn't really do anything to him, Xia Huanye's unkind appearance still scared him.

He doesn't like this, he's afraid.

The palm stroked the smooth black hair, and the hair leaked out from between the fingers again, like black yarn blown by the breeze.

Xia Huanye begged in a low voice, "Don't ignore me, just talk to me."

Yu He likes to be coaxed by others. Xia Huanye's low profile gave Yu He a great sense of satisfaction, even the little dissatisfaction just now was blown away.

But he had to let Xia Huanye know that he couldn't bully him casually, otherwise he would be unhappy.

Lifting his chin, he lightly tapped Xia Huanye's head with his weirdly red fingers.

The cheeks are full with the mouth bulging, and the still moist eyes are completely proud of the villain's success.

He used his lips, which had just been rendered speechless and could only breathe out, and said fiercely without any intimidation: "Forgive you this time, and ignore you next time."

……

Every time Xia Huanye waited for Yu He to fall asleep before returning to sleep in his own bed, this was not only a kind of protection for Yu He, but also a restriction for himself.

If he was really allowed to lie down with Yu He all night, he would not be left behind for what he should do and what should not be done.

Yu He would always crawl into his arms sticky before going to bed, and then raised his head and rubbed his face with his neck, clinging like a small animal.

Seeing Yu He's face gradually falling asleep, Xia Huanye's breathing became hot, he grabbed Yu He's hand, and opened his fingers one by one.

Yu He's hands were small and tender, easily wrapped tightly by Xia Huanye's palm, and could be used for many things.

So hot.

Yu He opened her eyes in a daze, surrounded by the midsummer campus, and the thin school uniform couldn't block the scorching sun's temperature at all.

He walked on the sidewalk, and people who passed by looked at him as if he were some kind of rare animal.

Yu He walked with her head down, and accidentally bumped into someone. Just as she was about to apologize, the other person happily said, "Senior! You are here again!"

Senior?

Yu He raised his eyes in confusion, and the first thing he saw was not the person in front of him, but Ling Lan with a cold and handsome face.

The expressionless expression on his face was extremely cold, revealing the coolness that strangers should not enter, and the gaze he cast was filled with disgust and disgust, as if to say——Why is it you again.

"Are you here to see Ling Lan this time? We just finished class and are going to have dinner. Do you want to come together?"

When it comes to eating, Yu He gets excited, but Ling Lan's eyes are too cold, and he has no appetite to sit and eat with Ling Lan, so he shakes his head: "You guys eat."

Not long after, the junior who had just invited him to eat together hurried over, seeing him as if seeing a life-saving straw: "Senior, please stop that group of people! Ling Lan is about to be beaten to death!"

?Ling Lan was going to be beaten to death?

Na Yuhe had to go and see.

The infirmary on campus was small and quiet. Behind the pure white screen, Ling Lan was lying there with her head wrapped in gauze.

Seeing Ling Lan's unkind and cold face, and suddenly seeing Ling Lan's fragile and sick side, Yu He couldn't help but take a second look.

"Senior, please tell your brother to intercede. Your brother misunderstood, he thought Ling Lan rejected you at noon, and came here to trouble him." The elementary school boy was still terrified when he remembered the chaotic scene not long ago.

Um? ?

His brother?

Yu He became more and more dizzy, Ling Lan, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes and let the chattering elementary school boy out.

The infirmary filled with the smell of disinfectant quieted down again, and Yu He wanted to leave too. Halfway through her turn, Ling Lan's voice without any emotion came: "How can you let me go? I said, I'm not interested in a little boy like you."

"Don't pester me, and don't let your people bother me again."

Ling Lan hasn't woken up yet!

He turned around angrily, but his words were uncontrollable: "If you promise to be my boyfriend, my brother will let you go."

He also said: "What's wrong with me? Why don't you like me?"

"Twisted melons are not sweet," Ling Lan said indifferently and decisively, "I won't like you."

Yu He: ...

What, he's going to faint.

Feeling something was wrong, Yu He turned his head to leave, but the direction of his steps was towards the hospital bed.

As if her body was controlled by a second person, Yu He took off her shoes and wanted to climb onto the bed.

Ling Lan's complexion changed drastically: "Senior, you should respect yourself!"

Yu He was also startled, what is he doing?

He also wanted to stay away from the bed, but he could only watch as he folded his legs and sat on Ling Lan's lap.

Is it a dream?

It is summer now, and the short school uniform shows off her slender and tender legs. Ling Lan can clearly feel the warmth on the back of her hand.

The strange red color quickly occupied Ling Lan's face. The more he backed away, the closer Yu He got. Finally, he pushed his back against the wall and could not retreat.

There was no air-conditioning in the infirmary, hot sweat flowed down Ling Lan's forehead to his chin, and finally dripped on Yu He's curled eyelashes.

With the trembling of the black eyelashes, the sweat dripping from his body suddenly dripped down on the inside of Yu He's thigh where the soft flesh was pressed out.

Ling Lan's whole body was stiff here, as if she couldn't even breathe.But Yu He hugged her arms up stickily, and said frivolously, "What's wrong with me?"

Muscles all over his body were about to stiffen, Ling Lan forced himself to turn his head away to avoid this forced kiss, with an expression of forbearance and resistance.

His reluctance to die was like a woman from a good family who was forced into prostitution, and also like a concubine who was forcibly taken into the harem and forced to submit to the authority of the king.

And it is.

Relying on his elder brother being the boss of gangsters and relying on himself being a senior, Yu He resorted to various means to persecute him.

The cheek was touched by something soft, and this bullying senior was softly whispering in his ear: "Kiss me, junior."

"Don't you want to kiss me?"

"I like you the most."

Yu He begged, "Please, kiss me."

This, what kind of dream is this!

Feeling ashamed and angry, Yu He just wanted to bury her face in the quilt.

But Ling Lan looked determined.

He lowered his head, Yu He's white and delicate calf was tense, and light blue blood vessels came up from under the transparent white skin, like an elegant landscape painting.

Ling Lan sternly warned the other party not to go too far, but his fingers touched Yu He's instep, causing him to whimper a little.

Low and waxy, it seems to be a light sound after patience from the throat.

It has long been heard that this senior is very powerful, as long as he is interested in people, he can get anything.

Sure enough.

Just listening and watching, Ling Lan's mouth became parched.

Those shameful words came out of his mouth, almost burning Yu He's face.

Suddenly, the strange control suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly climbed out of the bed, but his waist was shackled by hot palms.

Under the whirlwind, the two have exchanged positions.

The single bed in the infirmary has limited space, just enough to accommodate one person lying on it.

Looking at the approaching young man in panic, Yu He stretched out his hand to block, but his soft hand was wrapped with one hand, and then stuck between them intimately.

The ruthless junior who had never had a good face towards his senior before, now his breathing was disordered, and his eyes were fixed on the person under him.

His usually stern face was flushed with lust, and his dark eyes looked even more fierce, as if he would swallow his prey in the next second.

This dream was too real, the heat overflowing from the opponent's body, and the strength of pushing against his own knee, were too strong to be ignored.

He made up his mind to pinch himself, but the pain couldn't break free from the dream, instead it made the opponent get closer and closer, and he raised one of his legs.

"If that's what you want."

Timid, he couldn't figure out the situation at all.

The frightened little face was dull, and Ling Lan was pleasing, and the rough fingertips slowly pressed the porcelain-white skin underneath until the side of the neck was rubbed into a rosy red color.

It feels too realistic, not like a dream at all, but all this is too absurd, and can only be explained by dreams.

Even in the dream, Yu He was afraid of doing such a thing, and wanted to run in a panic, but was trapped even more forcefully.

"Didn't you always want me to treat you like this?"

"Don't you like me?"

He said, "Why are you crying?"

When Ling Lan was about to succeed, the scene in all directions suddenly distorted, like ice cream under the scorching sun melting downwards, and finally turned into nothingness.

On the bed in the next bedroom, Ling Lan suddenly sat up from the bed, seeing the familiar surroundings, with a cold face of annoyance and anger, and cursed softly: "Fuck."

Just a little.