Early the next morning, when Lin Sheng went downstairs wearing cotton socks, Fu Xingye just came out of the kitchen with a freshly fried egg. There were two baked breads and warm milk on the table. Lin Sheng baked it just right. He stuffed the bread into his mouth, looked at the hot milk in front of him with contempt, pulled out the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice, and asked, "How do you want to spend today?"
Fu Xingye held the milk cup and pushed the stack of documents on the table to Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng glanced at it and found that it was a stack of inspection reports, "Going to the hospital for inspection today?"
Fu Xingye's knuckles tapped the table twice, and Lin Sheng changed his words naturally, "Today, are we going to the hospital?"
Fu Xingye nodded and said, "You know how to drive, right?" He then threw out the car keys, "The doctor won't let me drive..." He said, pointing to his head, "So... I'm going to trouble you."
Lin Sheng was speechless. He didn't know who had reached the speed of 120 per hour on the elevated highway last night.
Fu Xingye's condition undoubtedly touched the hearts of many people. Lin Sheng just drove his car to the door of the hospital, and reporters who got the news from nowhere surrounded the door.
"You're very popular." Lin Sheng smiled, as if he had mastered the magic weapon to subdue Fu Xingye.
Without saying a word, Fu Xingye guided Lin Sheng to detour to the underground garage, successfully avoiding the vampires who were lingering, but before Lin Sheng could stabilize the car, Fu Xingye pressed the seat adjustment button. , Lin Sheng was tied by the seat belt, and he didn't touch the button to release it. When he tried to touch it again, his hand was pulled over the top of his head by Fu Xingyi, and he couldn't move.
Lying flat on the car seat, the heater in the car was only turned on at the first level. When the coat was peeled off, Lin Shengsheng shuddered, "You have an appointment with the doctor at eight o'clock."
"There are still ten minutes." After Fu Xingye finished speaking, he scratched Lin Sheng's nipples with his fingernails. Lin Sheng's breathing quickly became rapid. Even through thermal underwear and shirts, Lin Sheng's shameful protrusion could be clearly seen. wearing nipples.
Lin Sheng suddenly became calm, his fingertips curled slightly, as if to touch Fu Xingye's face, "What are you afraid of?"
There was only Fu Xingye's slight gasp in the space, and after a while, even the gasp dissipated, and only the air heater was still working tirelessly.
Fu Xingye let go of Lin Sheng, opened the door and got out of the car. When Lin Sheng finished packing his clothes and got out of the car, Fu Xingye was nowhere to be seen.
The brain surgery department of the hospital is on the sixth floor. Lin Sheng generously pushed open the door of the director's office. Fu Xingye frowned slightly. He looked at the person who suddenly walked in and said, "Go out."
Lin Sheng dragged a chair and sat next to Fu Xingye. On the other side of the desk was a middle-aged man in his forties. It was not surprising for him to see Lin Sheng, and he still said to Fu Xingye in a calm tone, "My The opinion is don't operate, the tumor is in the oblongata, and your recent CT shows no signs of tumor expansion, if you don't do surgery, you... "
"Maybe ten years, maybe only ten minutes?" Fu Xingye glanced at Lin Sheng.
"You were so stubborn that he left you. Don't you think about yourself or your friends and lovers?"
"After half a month, the date will not change." Fu Xingye interrupted the director's chatter, he picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and quickly walked out of the office.
Lin Sheng smiled apologetically to the director, and didn't ask too much about him and his so-called lover.
When they went downstairs, the two did not take the elevator and took Lin Sheng to stand outside the ICU for a while. There were aging old people and strong-looking guys. They all closed their eyes without exception, and their bodies were covered with thick sticks. The thick and thin catheters look lifeless. They either want to fight hard to survive, or they would rather remove all the catheters. But these people, they have no choice.
From a certain point of view, Lin Sheng is the person who understands Fu Xingye best in the world.
In the underground parking lot, Fu Xingye's car was discovered by reporters at some point. The reporters holding cameras and recorders gathered around Fu Xingye's car, waiting for the conductor to throw himself into the net.
The car seems to be temporarily unavailable, and the bus is the best choice for emergency rescue, especially for men who have nothing to do and wait for death, the bus filled with the smell of human flesh is the best breeding ground for nourishing sexual desire.
Surrounded by people who are rushing to work, Lin Sheng pulled the yellow handrail and was squeezed into a human shape. Suddenly, he felt something soft and hard pressed against his buttocks, and his face instantly turned red. After being stiff for a moment, Lin Sheng tried to push the person away with his backhand, but his waist was tightly clamped by Fu Xingxian's arms. Lin Sheng looked down and saw Fu Xingye's pale and slender fingers, and he couldn't break it apart with all his strength. His ass was held up by the man's scorching penis, Lin Sheng was pressed to the side of the car window, and his genitals were pushed up against the cold railings, shaking with the swaying carriage, but it was unexpectedly exciting.
For the first time, Lin Sheng felt ashamed and angry. He glared at Fu Xingye, but unexpectedly saw the man's serious and crazy eyes.
Afterwards, Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest, and the man's cold fingers quickly pinched the tips of his nipples. Lin Sheng couldn't help but groaned softly, and said reluctantly, "Don't get in..."
The bus brakes suddenly, the doors are open, and the same female voice is playing from the loudspeaker. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the passengers coming up, Fu Xingye pulled Lin Sheng to the darkest corner of the car. He turned Lin Sheng over, wrapped his palm around Lin Sheng's lower body, and kneaded it gently.
Because the genitals were constantly being stroked in public, Lin Sheng was so comfortable that he wanted to cry out. He reluctantly rested his head on Fu Xingye's neck, and opened his mouth to bite on Fu Xingye's smoky gray coat. Although the bus compartment was crowded into canned sardines, it was still a bit eye-catching that the two big men were facing each other. In order to avoid being discovered, the two men had to stick their genitals even tighter.
Lin Sheng's swollen genitals rubbed against the cotton underwear, and through the thick underwear, he could feel the same vigorous desire of Fu Xingye. Rubbing, each other's desires slowly expand, from soft to hard, then hard to painful, both want to rub more violently, but also afraid of being discovered by other passengers. In this way, it is more than seven or eight positions to do a few. Tired of hours.
"You're a fucking lunatic." Lin Sheng pulled out a cigarette with shaking hands, spurning Fu Xingyi, he finally stood back on the hard and firm concrete floor, but the wet and cold crotch reminded him that just now Someone excitedly shot out on the bus.
Lin Sheng took two puffs of cigarettes. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge advertisement across the road. He was choked on the spot by the smoke. In the advertisement, a man in sportswear was trotting with a Labrador dog. Lin Sheng's face was stiff. He looked Fu Xingyi from head to feet, and then from feet to head, and asked, "Do you have this hobby?"
"Obviously..." Fu Xingye glanced at the ad opposite and continued: "You know, people who are dying always want to try a lot of things..."
Lin Sheng looked at Fu Xingye like a ghost, and followed Fu Xingye mechanically.
Across the road is the largest pet market in H City, where you can find all the pets you can think of, from birds to miniature pigs, and they even sell horses, yes, half-height stallions.
Lin Sheng stood in front of the jujube red stallion and reached out to touch its sparse mane, "He's really a beautiful young man." Lin Sheng and the horse dealer started chatting.
"Isn't it..." The horse dealer skillfully took the grass and handed it to Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng put the green grass in front of the little stallion's nose, and the pony ate happily, "Horse is not bad... You can also raise it in your yard, it should be better than a dog..." He suggested earnestly.
"Do you prefer horses?" Fu Xingyi glanced at Lin Sheng's butt, and Lin Sheng felt a chill down his spine.
In the end, Fu Xingye still fell in love with a dog, a golden retriever that was so old that he could only pant in the cage. It had loose skin and dull fur. The boss said that the dog might not live for more than ten days. For Fu Xingye, it was just right.
"Give me ten bucks..." The owner of the pet shop walked to the old golden retriever's cage, holding a chihuahua the size of a palm.
Seeing the old golden retriever in the cage, Chihuahua roared wildly, struggling to jump into the cage. The old golden retriever opened his eyelids sullenly, turned his head to the sunny side, and continued to sleep.
Lin Sheng pulled Fu Xingyi and whispered, "You don't have to do this."
Fu Xingye didn't say much. He paid ten yuan and dragged the old golden retriever home.
There is no need to rehearse or go to the orchestra. Fu Xingye becomes idle all day long. Apart from eating and sleeping, the only thing left to do is to have sex. It is that after almost every corner of the house has been ruined, it is not so interesting to think about ruining it again.
The old golden retriever was placed in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. Whenever Lin Sheng was pressed hard on the long-haired carpet, he could sometimes hear the old golden retriever's deep breathing, and sometimes he couldn't even tell the difference. , was that voice golden-haired or Fu Xingying's?
Lin Sheng even felt that Fu Xingye was using the dog to remind him of the fact that his time was short.
Fu Xingye became a little drowsy, and even sometimes, when the two of them were doing it, Fu Xingye would stop silently.
Lin Sheng felt that there was no movement on his body, and when he turned over, he found that Fu Xingyi had fallen asleep on his stomach. The tumor growing near the thalamus could easily compress the sleep center. Lin Sheng moved his body and pulled out Fu Xingyi's genitals. Cover him with a quilt and put on a shirt to see the old dog on the balcony.
Fu Xingye seemed to really want to raise a dog, and he even gave the dog a cute name, Pabby. Lin Sheng squatted in front of the cage and touched Pabby's head. The old dog moved his head and stuck out his tongue to lick Lin Sheng's hand.
After squatting in front of the cage for more than half an hour, Lin Sheng finally heard Fu Xingye stand up.
"How long have I slept?" Fu Xingyi pulled away the thin quilt, his face very bad.
"Forty-seven minutes." Lin Sheng glanced at the quartz clock on the wall and replied.
"It's been longer than the last time." Fu Xingyi looked at Lin Sheng and said.
"The tumor is probably pressing on your reticular system, and the time you're lethargic will only get longer and longer." Lin Sheng smiled and said calmly.
Fu Xingye looked at the young man sitting cross-legged beside the old dog, looking at the young man's black eyes and the reluctant smile on his lips, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing.
"We can go out at night, is there any place you want to go?" Fu Xingye asked suddenly.
"Midnight bus sex seems good?" Lin Sheng asked tentatively.
Fu Xingye narrowed his eyes slightly, so his eyes became even more green, "We can go to the place where you used to work." He looked at Lin Sheng thoughtfully.
"You want to know how I work?" Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud. He quickly took off his home clothes, leaving only a pair of light blue boxers, and then sat down with Fu Xingjie with his legs apart. On the body, "You know, at my age, you can neither dance with a pole, nor stand on the bar and twist your waist, but as long as you are naked, someone will give you money." Lin Sheng took the initiative to kiss Fu. Kyoko's lips looked extremely guilty.
"Really?" Fu Xingye tapped the armrest twice, tore off Lin Sheng's underwear, and put him on the carpet.
This time, Fu Xingye pulled Lin Sheng to work hard for three hours. This time, Fu Xingye not only did not fall asleep, but after finishing the work, he did not forget to remind Lin Sheng of the night's agreement.
Lin Sheng had back pain and leg pain, and there was something from Fu Xingye in his butt, but he could only agree with a smirk. Taking advantage of the opportunity for Fu Xingye to go downstairs to change clothes, he took his mobile phone and fled into the toilet, locked the door, and called his friend.
"FUCK YOU DAVE, what kind of work did you introduce to Lao Tzu? He not only dragged a dying dog home to raise him, but he also said he was going to work where Lao Tzu works!" Lin Sheng sat on the toilet, talking to the phone Roar.
"You still can't handle him. You strip and walk in front of him and let him put you on the bed for a fuck. Half a day has passed. Why does he still want to go to your work place?" The person on the other end of the phone joked.
"Idiot, it's been a long time!" Lin Sheng cursed.
"Oh! This is a good sign! It means that he has begun to be interested in you, not just your body~" The man on the phone read the word "sexual interest" in a lewd tone.
"Clear your mind! If Fu Xingye finds out, do you think he will give you aphrodisiac and let ten stubborn men fuck you to death?" Lin Sheng's tone was cold, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time. , and finally hesitantly said: "I think it's very possible, but... it seems to be not bad?"
Just when Lin Sheng was about to get angry, he hurriedly said, "Leave the duck shop to me, you only need to be responsible for coaxing the uncle."
Lin Sheng pushed open the bathroom door and went downstairs. Fu Xingying had already put on a black suit and a navy blue striped tie. He didn't look like he was going to go to a prostitute, but like he was going to an elegant concert.
Lin Sheng walked to Fu Xingye with a smile, touched the tie on Fu Xingye's neck, and pulled the person in front of him, "You just want to go to the duck shop like this?"
Fu Xingye looked at the floor mirror and was a little puzzled.
"I'm hardened, it looks like I really want someone to slap you." Lin Sheng whispered in Fu Xingye's ear.
But this time, Lin Sheng's erotic teasing did not win Fu Xingye's response, Fu Xingye patted Lin Sheng's waist and said, "The carpet at home is always messed up by you, I think we need to change the place. ."
In the duck shop, the lights are dim and ambiguous, the space is filled with hoarse blues music, and there are no extreme performances in the shop. You can hardly tell who is the customer and who is selling.
Lin Sheng led Fu Xingye to the bar, and the bartender enthusiastically handed him a beer. He smiled ambiguously, "Lin Sheng, the new rich man?"
Lin Sheng smiled knowingly, hooked Fu Xingyi and said, "I spent a lot of time."
The bartender gave Lin Sheng a thumbs up, then turned to Fu Xingye and said, "Sir, what would you like to drink, the new Vodka is good..."
Just as Fu Xingye was about to speak, Lin Sheng said first, "A glass of orange juice."
The bartender blinked and turned around obediently to squeeze the juice. Fu Xingye whispered into Lin Sheng's ear, "I remember, I hired a male prostitute, not a health doctor?"
Lin Sheng felt his ears go numb. Fu Xingye's face was hidden in the dim light. Although his face had become thin due to illness, he was still extremely handsome. "We can play the game of doctors and patients." Lin Sheng gently stroked Fu Xingye's lower body and said ambiguous.
Rarely, Fu Xingyi laughed softly.
The perfect atmosphere was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone. Fu Xingye took out the phone, and the blue light of the mobile phone screen was projected on his face. Lin Sheng clearly saw Fu Xingye's face stiffen, and he stood up from the chair. , the first to avoid Kai Linsheng to answer the phone.
"I bet it's an old lover." The bartender brought orange juice over.
Lin Sheng took a sip of beer, stretched out his hand to the bartender, and introduced himself: "Lin Sheng."
"Jason." The bartender leaned against the bar, adjusted the bow tie around his neck, and shook hands with Lin Sheng, "Dave paid a lot of money to hire me to act with you."
During the teasing, Lin Sheng's beer had bottomed out, and the bartender handed another pack, but Fu Xingye still didn't come back.
"I have a bad hunch, you probably guessed it right." Lin Sheng was half-squatting on the bar, bored.
"I heard from Dave that Mr. Fu was not in good health, so he specially put us on soothing music." The bartender was gossiping.
"It's not that he is in bad health, it should be said that he is dying." Lin Sheng corrected.
"What about his family... why do you still want to stay with me?"
Hearing this, Lin Sheng seemed to remember something. He jumped off the high stool and quickly rushed out of the store.
The street outside the store was deserted. Fu Xingye was standing under the orange streetlights, and there seemed to be another person standing in front of him. When Lin Sheng approached, he realized that he was really a very beautiful young man. The young man had soft short chestnut hair, and his forehead was slightly wet. It was flushing, and it made me want to take a bite.
Looking at Fu Xingye's cold appearance and the pleading eyes of the beautiful young man, Lin Sheng quickly understood what happened.
"That's it... cheap..." The pretty young man saw Lin Sheng, and he pointed at him and yelled at Fu Xingji, perhaps because he was not used to swearing, his face flushed red just by saying a cheap word.
"Bitch? Are you talking about me?" Lin Sheng walked to Fu Xingye's side.
"You... you don't deserve him!" The young man's fingers almost touched the tip of Lin Sheng's nose. Lin Sheng took a closer look at the young man's beautiful face, and suddenly realized that the beauty in front of him was the principal violinist of Fu Xingye's symphony orchestra. .
The conductor and the principal violin seem to be a good match. This is the first time that Lin Sheng has encountered such a bloody thing, "I didn't want to match him." Lin Sheng explained: "We are not in love, we are just making love, so There is no question of matching or not matching.”
"No, you don't deserve his bed at all! Your job is to open your thighs to men every day, but his job is to soothe people's souls." The little beauty looked up at Lin Sheng with a vicious tone.
Lin Sheng was holding a cigarette, and in the thin mist of cigarettes, the eyes of the world-famous violinist became blurred. Although Lin Sheng wanted to press the cigarette on that delicate and beautiful face, he still spit it out. After taking a breath, he calmly said, "23, 2.3."
"what?"
"I said, his penis is 23cm long and 2.3cm in diameter when erect, so I know him better than you."
Fu Xingye seemed to like Lin Sheng's words very much. He stared indifferently at his former lover, said goodbye, and walked to the parking lot without looking back.
Lin Sheng hurriedly caught up with Fu Xingye, opened the car door and got in. Fu Xingye drove the car quietly, the night was getting dark, he galloped aimlessly along the wide road, he didn't care where he drove, and he didn't care. people around me.
Finally, he braked and stopped the car on the edge of the river.
Lin Sheng pressed down the car window, and the icy wind made all the ambiguity dissipated.
"How did you and the little beauty break up?" Lin Sheng cut to the subject directly.
Fu Xingyi didn't speak, and Lin Sheng changed his question: "When did you break up?"
"A month ago."
"When you were diagnosed with a tumor, he abandoned you?" Lin Sheng sighed, looking at Fu Xingyi with pity.
"No, it's because I insisted on having the surgery. He said he couldn't bear to watch me die, so he left."
"So, you hired a male prostitute because your old lover couldn't accompany you crazy?"
"Yes."
"Very good choice." Lin Sheng suddenly laughed, leaned over and kissed the man's dry lips, but Fu Xingyi pushed him away.
"Aren't you in the mood?" Lin Sheng suddenly put out the cigarette butt, and sneered: "What right do you have to be in the mood, you don't have a few days to live, and you don't have time because your little lover is sad, so hurry up fuck me!"
After he finished speaking, he took off his shirt neatly, untied the belt, and slid his pants to his knees, then slightly arched his body and put his fingers into his back hole, and after a while, he suddenly pulled from his body. A slightly vibrating sphere came out, "I put a ball in my ass just to ensure that you can get in smoothly every time, so you are still holding back?"
Lin Sheng threw the vibrating egg to the back seat, and the pink plastic ball landed on the ground with a clatter. Lin Sheng straddled Fu Xingye, but at the moment when their genitals touched each other, he felt the man's fullness and fullness. Lin Sheng suddenly laughed, and then unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
Fu Xingye watched all Lin Sheng's movements with cold eyes. He let Lin Sheng untie his belt and tease his genitals, but he didn't respond to it. Lin Sheng simply held Fu Xingye's penis and aimed it at himself. He sat directly on the back of his back. Even though he was stuffed with jumping eggs all day, Lin Sheng still felt a tear-like pain the moment the thick thing entered his body.
Lin Sheng pressed Fu Xingye's shoulder and looked directly into Fu Xingye's eyes. His body was swallowing Fu Xingye's penis up and down. There was no pleasure or communication. It seemed like they were torturing each other endlessly. For a moment, Lin Sheng felt that there were hands tightly wrapping his waist.
"Um… "
Fu Xingye forced Lin Sheng to sit down to the end, and the whole thick thing completely pushed into Lin Sheng's body. Lin Sheng felt a numbness in his body, and involuntarily clamped his butt.
"Have I not satisfied you, do you still want it?" Fu Xingyi slowly twirled Lin Sheng's nipples. The words came, but he continued to interject slowly.
Lin Sheng's face flushed instantly, his genitals were half erect, he twisted his body and rubbed his genitals against Fu Xingyi's lower abdomen, "Strength..."
"What force?"
Lin Sheng was roaring loudly just now, but now he was holding the man's penis, but his voice became smaller and smaller, "Fuck me hard..."
"What's going on with you?"
"Fuck!" Lin Sheng angrily raised his butt and sat down forcefully. Fu Xingji suddenly lowered the back of the chair. Lin Sheng was unsteady and fell on Fu Xingxi's body. Refreshing.
There are star-like neon lights on both sides of the strait, and the river water is darker than the night sky. Lin Sheng sat on Fu Xingye. The man's penis was still in his body, but Fu Xingye fell asleep again at some point. Lin Sheng put his clothes on. On him, he bent down and dropped a kiss on his lips, and at that moment, he suddenly felt that he was hopeless.
Perhaps the sex therapy worked. In the next few days, Fu Xingye's spirit improved a lot. Although he rarely pressed Lin Sheng to have sex, Lin Sheng clearly felt that Fu Xingye's words became more and more.
Fu Xingye will communicate with Lin Sheng about his previous relationship, how he and the little beauty met, and how they cooperated well in the performance. He will even share his cooking experience with Lin Sheng. Of course, the two People are so ignorant of cooking skills that at most they go to the suburban market to buy pickled semi-finished ingredients.
Lin Sheng drove Fu Xingye to the supermarket to buy ingredients for the last five days.
The supermarket was bustling, and Lin Sheng bought a cup of warm milk tea and discussed dinner with Fu Xingye while sipping on the pearls inside.
Not far from him, a middle-aged woman took issue with the supermarket's weighing, saying, "How could this chicken weigh 5 pounds."
"Put it down if you can't afford it!" said the weighman.
Lin Sheng walked behind the middle-aged woman and paused. He heard the woman's heavy breathing, and his intuition was not good.
"What's wrong?" Fu Xingye looked at the mushrooms on the shelf and asked, "Chicken and mushroom soup?" Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Sheng pushed him away and quickly supported the sluggish middle-aged woman. .
The supermarket employees were taken aback and screamed in shock.
Lin Sheng angrily said: "Shut up, call 120!" He then laid the woman flat on the ground, unbuttoned the woman's heavy woolen coat, and quickly checked her pupils and heartbeat, the woman's breath became weaker and weaker , Lin Sheng quickly looked up and looked around: "Knife..." He suddenly raised his voice: "I want a knife, who of you has a knife, a Swiss Army knife... any knife, hurry up!"
The crowd around was stunned at first, but when they were suddenly yelled, they quickly came to their senses. Soon, someone brought the utility knife that opened the cardboard box. Lin Sheng took the knife and asked Fu Xingye for a lighter, which burned. The position of the blade, and then holding the first half of the blade, cut it at the woman's throat, and blood gushed out instantly. Lin Sheng calmly took the straw from the milk tea cup and inserted it.
For a while, the supermarket was silent, and the faces of everyone present showed unbearable expressions. They surrounded the young man with blood on his hands and the woman with an orange-red milk tea straw stuck in his neck. Only one tall The thin man was far away from the crowd, leaning on a shelf not far away, as if he was examining something unfamiliar.
About ten minutes later, emergency personnel arrived.
"Acute respiratory failure. I had tracheal intubation ten minutes ago. The blood oxygen saturation should have gone up, but the situation is still not very good..." Lin Sheng held the woman's slightly fat hand and described the rescue in detail to the emergency personnel. During the process, he left his phone number and ID number, and when he finished dealing with all this, he happened to meet Fu Xingye's blue eyes when he turned around.
Lin Sheng swallowed and walked over to Fu Xingyi in fear.
"Shouldn't we get to know each other again?" Fu Xingye narrowed his eyes slightly, he loosened the knot of his tie, and slowly rolled up his cuffs.
"Lin Sheng... X Hospital."
"Psychiatric hospital?" Fu Xingye's tone became colder and colder.
"It seems, yes?"
"So the male prostitute Dave introduced to me is actually a psychiatrist?"
"I occasionally... do some part-time jobs."
The vibrator in his butt was moving tirelessly, Lin Sheng was strapped to the seat beside the dining table naked, and Fu Xingye was finely cutting a piece of steak.
"Um... uh..." Lin Sheng's mouth was stuffed with flesh-colored mouth balls, his thighs were separated and tied to both sides of the table, exposing erect genitals and wet back holes, a thick and long black massage stick was He worked tirelessly in his ass, intestinal juices mixed with sweat on the chair, and the beech wood stool became wet and sticky.
Fu Xingye poured a glass of iced lemon juice. The translucent liquid resembled something flowing out of Lin Sheng's body. Fu Xingye raised the glass, took a sip, and then got up and walked in front of Lin Sheng. He leaned slightly. At the mouth of the cup, half a cup of cold lemon juice slowly dripped down the muscle texture of Lin Sheng's chest. The nipples were stimulated by the cold liquid, and they became obviously redder. Lin Sheng raised his head, just in time to see Fu Xingyi glance indifferently. , there is no desire in his eyes, more ridicule and hatred.
Lin Sheng was about to say something, saliva flowing down the corner of his mouth, Fu Xingye lowered his head and kissed Lin Sheng's mouth stuffed with the ball, and said to himself, "Doctor, I was stripped and tied by a mental patient. How can you be so hard on a chair?" He said, stroking Lin Sheng's bulging pouch with his cold fingers, "Shouldn't you be ashamed that you are so excited?"
Lin Sheng felt very comfortable being touched. The top of his genitals secreted milky white liquid. Just when he was about to ejaculate, Fu Xingyi suddenly stopped touching. Lin Sheng couldn't tell how uncomfortable he was. Fu Xingye smiled, and he slowly pulled out the thick massage stick in Lin Sheng's body. During the pulling process, he did not forget to turn in a circle, and Lin Sheng tilted his butt higher, as if urging.
However, Fu Xingye still kept his pace unhurried. After pulling out the terrifying massage stick, he put his slender index finger into Lin Sheng's back hole.
Lin Sheng could feel that the cold fingers were like the letter of a snake, stroking the folds in his butt inch by inch. The back hole that had been dried by the massage stick for more than half an hour could not be satisfied with a single finger at all. Lin Sheng tried to shrink it. Acupoint wanted to make himself more comfortable, but Fu Xingyi didn't want to. His fingers quickly left Lin Sheng's buttocks and brought out a clear mucus, "Doctor, do you want me to fuck you?" The liquid from Lin Sheng's body wiped the corner of Lin Sheng's mouth. He leaned closer to Lin Sheng's ear and asked in a low voice.
Lin Sheng nodded honestly, Fu Xingye untied the mouth ball that was tied to Lin Sheng's mouth, and unzipped his trousers, and the thick and long penis pressed against the tip of Lin Sheng's nose.
Lin Sheng leaned forward with difficulty, his lips touched the man's swollen desire, and he could even feel the blood gurgling in the blood vessels on the surface of the penis. Lin Sheng gently licked Fu Xingjie's sac with his tongue. The bag, and then took a mouthful of it, Fu Xingye's breathing was still very calm, Lin Sheng laboriously licked from the base of the penis to the swollen top, but Fu Xingye was just leaning against the dining table, his face was calm, as if he was erect. It is not himself who strives to serve.
Soon, Lin Sheng noticed Fu Xingye's abnormality. He held Fu Xingye's penis and looked up into the man's eyes.
"Go ahead, why doesn't the doctor continue?"
Lin Sheng spat out Fu Xingyi's penis and asked, "Do you think you are mentally ill?"
Fu Xingye looked down at the doctor who was posing lewdly on the chair, and watched him ask questions in extremely calm words.
"Dave invited me to come here because he was afraid that you would faint suddenly! Use your brains, my one-hour consultation fee is 500 yuan, and I only charge 50 yuan for an hour with you. Why do you think I should give you a discount? Are your things thicker or longer than others?" Lin Sheng finally couldn't help but burst out, he yelled at Fu Xingyi, and continued to chatter, "It's just like you get hard, and you can only buy a massage stick in a sex store. Fifty dollars…”
"Others?" Fu Xingyi suddenly said, interrupting Lin Shengdi to curse.
Lin Sheng suddenly stopped his mouth, only to feel a pain in his tailbone.
Fu Xingyi had tossed Lin Sheng hard enough. There were still three days before the surgery, and Lin Sheng's back acupoint had not subsided, so he had to lean on the sofa with Fu Xingyi to watch an action movie that was called a big production, but the director did not. Using lengthy shots after another to describe the hero and heroine's green eyes and soft sideburns, Lin Sheng was a little bit stuck, maybe the shot was too slow, or maybe the episodes in the film were too hypnotic. By the end of the film, he could hardly bear it. As he was about to close his eyes, at a certain moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fu Xingye's name in the composer column at the end of the film.
"It's not like your style." Lin Sheng rested his head on the belly of the old golden retriever, and took advantage of Fu Xingye's sleep when he had nothing to do. He once found Fu Xingye's concert and listened to it. Always ruthless and passionate, he has never been tender, but he quickly understood, he couldn't help scratching the chin of the old golden retriever, and asked, "Is this director also your old lover?" He teased, "It's a pity."
"No." Fu Xingyi touched the old golden retriever's head, and his voice gradually slowed down: "Ten years ago, I just graduated from the Conservatory of Music, and I studied composition. Unlike other majors, taking I can support myself by selling my violin on the street. I can’t sell a single piece of music. It’s a very sad day. Finally, someone is willing to pay for my stuff.
"Then?" Lin Sheng's hand was lightly clasped on Fu Xingye's wrist, and his pulse was getting weaker and weaker.
"No and then..."
Fu Xingye's voice finally became almost inaudible.
Lin Changchang sighed, he came to Fu Xingye, as if to wait for such a moment.
The ambulance screamed and dragged Fu Xingye to the hospital. Fu Xingye was carried out of the car like a puppet and carried into various instruments. At this time, Lin Sheng realized that although Fu Xingye was indifferent, his popularity seemed to Not bad, all kinds of people rushed to the hospital when they received the news that Fu Xingye was in a coma.
In the ward, in front of all the visitors, the director of brain surgery held the newly released film and said to Lin Sheng, "The tumor volume has grown significantly, and the operation must be performed as soon as possible."
"He's going to die!" Fu Xingyi's beautiful ex-boyfriend also came to the ward. He stood in front of Lin Sheng and shouted at the director.
"When is the fastest time for surgery?" Lin Sheng looked calm.
"This afternoon."
"You said that the success rate is only five percent at most!" The little beauty grabbed the director with a grim face, "He can't die!"
"Why can't he die?" Lin Sheng laughed, looking back at the man lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Fu Xingye was wearing a patient gown with blue strips on a white background, one hand was on the outside of the quilt, and a needle was inserted into the back of the hand with protruding blue veins. Only the beating physiological indicators on the monitor told Lin Sheng that Fu Xingye was still alive.
"Arrange the surgery as soon as possible." Lin Sheng said to the director.
"You are a male prostitute he hired, what qualifications do you have to arrange his surgery, you don't know him at all, you don't love him at all." The little beauty punched Lin Sheng in the face, "He is still alive, how can you Let him die alive!"
Lin Sheng touched his swollen and sore cheek. He had resisted not wanting to have a conflict with Fu Xingyi's friends, but he finally couldn't help but get angry: "He tried so hard to survive, you are not qualified to stand in his way, you Get away from me!"
Perhaps Lin Sheng's anger was too intense, or perhaps his voice was too loud, the sleeping man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, Fu Xingyi pulled off the oxygen mask with difficulty, and said in a very weak voice, "You all. Get out."
Hearing that, the people in the ward walked to Fu Xingye one by one, shook hands with him, and then walked out one by one, until at the end, there were only Lin Sheng and Little Beauty in the room.
"You go out too." Fu Xingye said to the two of them.
The little beauty moved her body, but she heard Fu Xingyi's tone increase and said, "Lin Sheng, you go out."
Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, then sighed and walked up to Fu Xingye, "You're going to have surgery later."
"Yes."
"Only a five percent chance of success?"
"Yes."
Lin Sheng lowered his head, his lips stopped half an inch away from Fu Xingye's cheek, "Then, goodbye." His breath lightly sprayed on Fu Xingye's face.
goodbye.
Six months later, X Hospital.
The most famous doctor in the x hospital is not the dean, nor the chief doctor of each department, but a psychiatrist named Lin Sheng. Many patients say that the doctor is not very handsome, but his eyes are beautiful. When he stares at you with sincere and gentle eyes, you will trust him unreservedly and put all your troubles away. Tell him that there is an endless stream of patients who seek medical advice from Dr. Lin every day.
The people who feel happy are not only the doctor's patients, but also the little nurse at the door of his consultation room, because they have been watching the patient who arrives on time every day for a month in a row.
That patient doesn't actually look like a patient, because no patient wears a suit and tie every day, walks into the clinic, locks the door, and then comes out every one and a half to two hours.
"Fu Xingye, our deal is over!" Sometimes, Dr. Lin's roars like this could be heard in the consultation room.
Fu Xingye pressed Lin Sheng onto the diagnosis and treatment table. The sky was already hot. Lin Sheng wore only a light blue T-shirt under his wide white robe. Fu Xingye easily licked Lin Sheng's nipples hard. "You're wet, and you once stuffed two jumping eggs in it so that I could fuck you smoothly."
Lin Sheng lay down on the diagnosis and treatment table with his lower body bare. His outer pants had long been taken off by Fu Xingyi. Hearing this, his face instantly turned red, "Bastard." Lin Sheng scolded in a low voice, Fu Kyoyaku's fingers dipped into his panties, stroking his back hole erotically.
"At that time, when you pulled the vibrating egg out, there was still wet intestinal juice, and I was so hard that I just wanted to fuck you."
Hearing the vulgar words coming out of those exploiting lips, Lin Sheng opened his mouth, and in the end he could only scold, "Riyou, Fu Xingye..." Before Lin Sheng could finish swearing, he was kissed deeply by Fu Xingye. Stop, the man's tongue pried open his lips and teeth, gently sucking his tongue, Lin Sheng was forced to entangle with it, the upper jaw was deliberately licked, the tip of the tongue was a smooth touch, and the saliva dripped down the chin to the white robe The upper body and lower body were repeatedly invaded by the man's fingers. Lin Sheng felt that his whole body was wet, and he had lost his strength. His legs were looming under the white robe, and occasionally he could see the powder that came out when his fingers were pulled out. tender intestine.
Fu Xingyi turned Lin Sheng around and forced Lin Sheng to tilt his ass, his three fingers spread into Lin Sheng's wet back hole, "When I first saw you, you masturbated in this position, I remember. , you were so excited to call out..."
Lin Sheng felt that the most sensitive part was squeezed by his fingers, and the numbness rushed to his brain from his back. He finally couldn't help moaning, "Fu Xingyi... I have to do it quickly... Stop talking nonsense... um... Your brain has been cut. A tumor, won't the lower body also be damaged, right?"
Before he could finish his sentence, something thick was squeezed into his body.
The intestinal wall that had been played with for a long time was extremely sensitive. At the moment when Fu Xingye inserted it, Lin Sheng groaned in comfort. He stretched out his hand to stroke his genitals. Top a bit.
"Fuck!" Lin Sheng adjusted his body position cooperatively, and wrapped his hands around Fu Xingye's back. The room was filled with lewd sounds of water. Lin Sheng bit Fu Xingye's ear and panted, "Actually, I Not that horny, masturbating to strangers, I hadn't had sex with anyone for about 3 years and 6 months before I met you... It's just that you looked sad that day and I thought, having sex It's a good way of comforting each other... um... now I'm sad, so I'll forgive you when you plug me in until I come out."