【Double Life】The Redeemer

Liang Chuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and said softly, the two were relatively speechless.

Not long after, the cook came up with food for two.

Liang Chuan really likes to eat that pickle. Except for An Jia, he is still very keen. For other things, his perception and memory have slowed down. Just like this pickle, he only feels familiar, but he can't remember who made it. up.

After the cook put away the tableware, Liang Chuan wiped his mouth with a paper towel and said, "These pickles are quite delicious, did you change the cook again?"

He didn't remember, and he didn't care, this cook was the one who delivered his meals during this period.

An Jia glanced at him and hummed.

He went to the whip rack, picked out a small soft leather whip, then sat on a chair, and said to the person sitting at the dining table who was looking at him calmly: "Uncle Liang, I want to play something different today."

"what?"

"Climb over here, raise your waist and hips, and lick me." An Jia lowered her head, half of her face was sunk in the shadow, her superior silhouette looked very cold.

He's in a bad mood today.

In the past few months, An Jia didn't seem to do anything out of the norm, except for letting him be locked up naked and put on a collar, she didn't do any other crazy moves.

Although occasionally I don't come back for a long time, but when I come back, there must be no peculiar smell on my body, and I will eat and chat with him, and then the two will embrace and sleep together.

It's because he has never become the madman he expected, so... he must be angry.

Yes, suppressing myself.

However, crawling over in such a humiliating way... He will be almost forty in a few years, and he has always been a powerful presence. Countless people have knelt in front of him and begged for mercy. Who would have thought that it would happen to him one day.

Could it be that only when he becomes a dog, his lover, can the resentment of two lifetimes dissipate?

Liang Chuan pinched the knuckles of his fingers until they turned white.

"Uncle Liang is not willing?" Inexplicably irritable, but also inexplicably excited, as long as this man doesn't always look calm, he won't feel that his actions are like a child in front of the other party. Everyone is the same, "I'm in a bad mood today, Uncle Liang wants to know why?"

"why?"

"Our alma mater, the teacher brought by Teacher Zhu, came to me to sponsor a student again, and then I looked at that student, and I thought repeatedly, when you looked at me, then I had an idea." The corner of An Jia's mouth The smile is widening, "I suddenly thought, give that student the best, teach him, train him, then crush his dreams, break his beliefs, then pull him into bed, and tell him repeatedly, I do this, it's all Because I love you, I will give you happiness. He resisted, he escaped, and I just watched him make a small fuss, and then brought it back, it was all for fun. Thinking about it this way, my whole body is excited So trembling, it turns out that it is really good to control a person's life."

Biting his lips to bleed, he felt a fishy and sweet taste.

"This...is wrong, Xiaojia..." Tears flashed in his eyes, and Liang Chuan's shoulders collapsed, "It's not right..."

"Uncle Liang, you made me what I am now." An Jia blinked, "I have a fire in my heart, and I always have to find a place to put it out. Of course, you don't have to follow my current wishes, after all, I don't want to. Use violence to make you crawl on your knees. But maybe I'll find another way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Chuan knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, and crawled towards An Jia little by little.

The floor was covered with soft carpets and the heating was sufficient, but he only felt cold to the bone.

What to do, blind obedience, atonement, seems to just make An Jia even more crazy, he still can't get An Jia back on track.

Crawling like a dog, the humiliation made Liang Chuan's body turn red.

Tears cast shadows on the carpet.

Liang Chuan only had firmness in his eyes, he thought, give it another go.

While he was still thinking, there was pain behind him, and the whip had already reached his place, and the hot tingling sensation pulled his gaze back. When he looked up, he saw An Jia looking at him with a smile, "Uncle Liang, lick."