Jane Sanshao's love story

A good-looking face made him willing to put his youth into it, and he has indulged in it until now.

It can be seen that there is a real existence of Fenghuo opera princes, giving up the country to smile for the beauty.

When they met Yuan Chengyi, Jian Qiubai was 14 years old and Yuan Chengyi was 21 years old.

"It takes so long to wash your hands?"

Jian Qiubai looked at him steadfastly, standing still.

Yuan Chengyi threw the phone on the table and looked at him with dissatisfied eyebrows raised, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come here?"

With a sore nose, Jian Qiubai walked in front of him with a hum, climbed onto the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, leaned on the back of the bed, and sat beside him.

Yuan Chengyi muttered impatiently, "Is the heater turned on too high? It's killing me."

Jian Qiubai suddenly straightened up, lay down on his neck, and bit off the button of his collar shirt with her white and hard teeth.

Yuan Chengyi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were as dark as ink.

Seeing that he was not moving, Jian Qiubai boldly pecked and kissed his neck lightly.

Yuan Chengyi lay on his back on the bed, motionless, allowing the boy to clumsily kiss him back and forth.

Yuan Chengyi's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he raised his hand to touch Jian Qiubai's soft head.

When he lowered his eyes and saw a small section of white and tender skin exposed under the collar of Jian Qiubai's sweater, his breathing suddenly tightened.

One turned over and crushed the person under him.

Jian Qiubai jumped in fright, hugged his waist and looked at him in a daze.

Yuan Chengyi snorted coldly, grabbed the hem of his sweater and lifted it up, gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "If you don't let me take it off, I'll take it off. I'd like to see if there is something to hide."

Jian Qiubai was stunned and before she could resist, the sweater was pushed to her lower abdomen.

When Yuan Chengyi saw a glaring scar on his white and flat abdomen, all his movements froze.

Seeing his reaction, Jian Qiubai's heart sank.

The boy sighed slightly, raised his hand and slowly took off the sweater and put it on. After a long silence, he said, "Are you not in the mood? If you are not in the mood, can you get up for a while? You make me feel a little uncomfortable."

Yuan Chengyi got up from him dumbly.

lying beside him.

Jian Qiubai didn't speak.

Yuan Chengyi didn't speak either.

The room was eerily quiet.

After a long time, Jian Qiubai said softly: "I'm sorry for disturbing your temperament, I didn't mean it..."

"How did that injury come about?"

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips: "I was stabbed by Jian Fengliang."

Jian Fengliang is Jian Cunli's eldest son and Jian Qiubai's half brother.

"When did you get stabbed?"

"I can't remember clearly, it seems that...... It seems that you have been away for half a month."

As soon as Yuan Chengyi left, his two elder brothers tortured him like crazy.

The hatred that has been held back for so long can finally be vented.

The method used is naturally more severe.

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth: "Are you a fool or an idiot? With no one looking at you, you can hurt people so badly?"

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "What can I do? They are two people, both older and taller than me, no one is protecting me, I can only be beaten."

Yuan Chengyi sighed and asked again

"Aren't you a dermatologist? Why don't you try to get rid of such a big scar?"

Jian Qiubai's heart was astringent and painful, as if a layer of sour water had been poured on it.

Sure enough, the scar still made him feel sick.

The boy said in a cold voice: "I don't have that much free time, and I'm not a woman, what's wrong with my scar?"

He is too busy to survive every day, so how can he have so much free time to care about scars or not?

Yuan Chengyi scratched his hair irritably, moved his hand to his stomach and pressed it, and said, "Does it still hurt?"

Jian Qiubai's forehead twitched: "Of course it doesn't hurt anymore, it's been so many years."

Yuan Chengyi picked up the sweater and slid his hand in, his voice was low, "If it doesn't hurt, then continue."

"what?"

Yuan Chengyi's rough fingers slid across the scar on his lower abdomen, Jian Qiubai's body tightened suddenly, and his fingertips trembled with stimulation.

"No." Jian Qiubai pulled out his troubled hand out of breath, "You clearly said that you don't like men's bodies."

Yuan Chengyi narrowed his eyes, "You don't care about me, I can touch it if I want to, and I don't touch it if I don't want to"

"not now."

"why not?"

"I... I have injuries on my body, and it hurts when you touch me."

Yuan Chengyi stopped his hands, sighed suddenly, took his hands out of his clothes and said, "When will the injury heal?"

"do not know."

"It's so annoying."

"Then can you still do it?"

"If you can't kiss or touch, what should you do?!"

"Didn't I tell you to use my hands at the beginning?"

"Fuck, just use your hands when you come up, there is no prelude at all, I also want to lose face, okay?"

Jian Qiubai muttered, "Aren't you going to be excited if you're not old?"

With a "pop", Jian Qiubai was slapped hard on the forehead again.

Yuan Chengyi said viciously: "Who are you talking about who can't get excited? You think I'm you, tell you, I can't choke on gold, and my kidneys are so good that I can have a shot anytime, okay?"

Jian Qiubai rubbed his forehead and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, you are dead."

Yuan Chengyi clicked his tongue and pulled his wrist down, Jian Qiubai's shoulders stiffened, and he couldn't utter a single joke.

After half an hour.

The drowsy smell of tobacco hung in the air.

Yuan Chengyi fell on the bed and smoked afterward cigarettes, squinting his eyes and thinking, in fact, he has done this kind of self-comforting thing himself, but in the feeling, it is very different from Jian Qiubai doing it for himself, it is really strange.