Fan Shen kissed him, Fan Shen kissed him!
The child he raised with his own hands actually kissed him!
Xiao He was in a daze, unable to recover for a while.
When he reacted and wanted to question, he was driven straight in because he loosened his jaw.
This time, he couldn't even deceive himself and others.
This is not a kiss of lips as a child, but a kiss full of deep affection.
Fan Shen kissed very earnestly, and kissed very hard, as if he had been suppressed for a long time, and finally he didn't stop him. His full of love was crazily conveyed through this plundering and possessive kiss.
Xiao He wanted to retreat, but there was a wall behind him, and he wanted to break free, but Fan Shen clenched his waist with one hand, and attached his other hand to his neck, and his whole body was tightly stuck to him, no matter what. Leave a little gap.
There was no way for him to retreat, no way to escape, he could only be forced to look up and let him kiss like a sacrifice.
The kiss was so long that it was beyond imagination. Xiao He was shocked at first, then chilled, and finally he began to feel dizzy.
Fan Shen's breath, the heat coming through his clothes, and the constant touch between his lips and tongue were all constantly hitting him.
Until the tip of Fan Shen's tongue inadvertently touched somewhere on his palate... Xiao He trembled violently, his entire body felt as if an electric current had passed through him, it was so numb that it was hard to describe.
No... no way! Xiao He wanted to refuse, wanted to dodge.
But Fan Shen was very alert, he immediately noticed Xiao He's strangeness, then locked his lips, and tentatively touched his palate again.
Xiao He immediately trembled like chaff, unable to hold himself back.
Fan Shen bit his lips, smiled lightly and said, "Is it comfortable?"
Xiao He's body was weak, but there was still some rationality wandering in his heart: "Xiao Fan... let me go, although I am not your biological father, I am the one who raised you by myself, you can't..."
Before he finished speaking, Fan Shen lowered his head again and kissed him more fiercely.
How could he say such a thing
How could he understand his mood
He thought he was going crazy, but what about him? I don't have him in my heart at all.
The intense lust was accompanied by long-suppressed pain, Fan Shen seemed to be punishing him, more like torturing himself.
"I never thought of you as a father."
He kissed his lips, once and for all, lingering, but the words he said seemed like the devil was pouring out.
"Do you know why I sleep in a separate bed with you? Because you are by my side, I can't help but want to touch you, can't help but want to touch you, and can't help but want to do a lot of things I shouldn't do to you."
"Do you know why I don't ask you for a good morning kiss anymore? Because you just touch me heartlessly, but I want to violate you, want to possess you, and want to stain your clean eyes." On lust."
Xiao He looked at him, all the blood on his face faded because of these words.
Fan Shen couldn't bear it in his heart, but soon the pleasure of confiding took over his thoughts.
The words he could never say were finally spoken to him.
You can tell him his heart, his affection, his inextricable love for him.
Whether he likes it or not, without the shackles of the word "father and son", he can say it without reservation.
And he can only accept it.
No one in this world can snatch him from his arms, and no one in this world understands him better than him.
His Xiao He can only be his!
Fan Shen kissed him, and eagerly tore off the clothes that were in the way.
Xiao He endured it passively, and finally, the moment he let go of his lips, he whispered a word: "But I have always regarded you as my own child."
Even if you don't regard me as a father, even if you suppress so many emotions.
But in my eyes, you are the child I have brought up with my own hands, the child I have cared for and brought up carefully, and the child I have devoted all my affection to.
From seven months to eighteen years.
I really regard you as my own child.
But now you...
Xiao He was stunned, the loss welling up from the bottom of his heart almost covered his whole body.
He couldn't understand his feelings, as if all his previous efforts had been in vain, as if he had been betrayed, as if...everything he trusted had disappeared.
He remained motionless, looking straight ahead, but his eyes were filled with water vapor, and when he shook slightly, big drops of tears rolled down.
When Fan Shen saw his empty eyes and tears streaming down his face, his heart suddenly twitched.
He kept saying that he didn't care what he thought, but seeing his demeanor, he couldn't do anything anymore.
Fan Shen stopped moving, stretched out his hand to caress his fair neck, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it so sad for you to be treated like this by me?"
Xiao He was silent in a daze.
Fan Shen looked at his tears, but felt that all the bitter water flowed into his heart: "Even if we are not father and son, can't you accept me?"
Xiao He closed his eyes and said after a while, "Let me go."
Fan Shen's hands were slightly stiff, but in the end he moved away, releasing the cage that fettered him.
Xiao He got up calmly, tidied up his clothes, and said softly: "Since you already know, then I don't have to hide it anymore. You are indeed not my child. I have never been married, so naturally I will not give birth to you." You, we are not related by blood, but... the grace of nurturing is always there. I am not a qualified good father, um... or should I say, I am not even a father." Xiao He smiled self-deprecatingly , then continued, "But, Xiao Fan, I treat you as my son, I really treat you as my own, so... please give me a little dignity."
In any case, he would not be able to bear being violated by the child he considered.
Even if this is just a spiritual world, even if all of this is false from the beginning.
But eighteen years, his real life is only twenty-six years.
He really put too much affection into him, so, leave him some thoughts.
Fan Shen stared at him blankly. Although his expression was calm, his eyes, which were as beautiful as the clear sky, were covered with an indelible black mist.
"I understand." His voice was very low, almost into the dust.
He thought they were not father and son, so he could get him.
Unfortunately, he was delusional.
How could he forget that what he likes is his mother.
That Al who was buried in the deepest part of his heart by Xiao He.
A dead person, or his mother, what on earth is he going to fight with her
Fan Shen frowned, suppressed the despair in his heart, and said slowly, "Just pretend nothing happened."
Xiao He was startled.
Fan Shen raised his head and looked at him tenderly: "Since you want me to be your child, then I will be your child, okay?"
Xiao He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Fan Shen's expression, he couldn't open his mouth again.
At the end of the journey, the two of them returned home.
And Fan Shen really continued to be his 'son' as he said.
Everything is going on as usual, nothing has changed or been different.
Fan Shen is still considerate and considerate, and has never done anything beyond the bounds.
But Xiao He couldn't really do what he did before.
He went back to the state of insomnia every night, kept his eyes open all night, went to bed at nine o'clock, and kept looking at the ceiling until three or four o'clock in the morning.
In the end, he was so exhausted that he passed out.
Such days seem to be endless, unable to sleep, Xiao He will miss Al more, can't help picking up the brush, and can't stop painting him.
But as he was painting, he became a little scared again.
Because he couldn't tell more and more whether it was Al or Fan Shen.
The same facial features, more and more similar expressions, and the same eyes full of deep affection.
They were actually one person, and this voice kept ringing in his heart.
But Xiao He didn't dare to listen, didn't dare to admit it, it seemed that if he admitted it, he would be reduced to a devil.
He wanted to treat Fan Shen, but now...he had no way of doing it.
What was originally thought to be foolproof turned out to be full of loopholes.
Xiao He began to blame himself and question himself constantly, the more he was like this, the more he couldn't fall asleep.
Days of insomnia left him mentally exhausted.
Xiao He really didn't dare to think about it anymore, he could only pick up the paintbrush again, keep drawing, keep drawing... But he didn't dare to see what he drew.
After another night in a row, Xiao He was so tired that he fell asleep in front of the drawing board before he could clean up.
Fan Shen came to knock on the door early in the morning, but no one answered, he frowned slightly, and opened the door with the spare key.
The sight he entered made him frown even deeper.
He knew that Xiao He had started to suffer from insomnia again, but because he was afraid that he would think too much, he never visited him at night.
But I didn't expect that it would become such a mess.
Fan Shen sighed, bent down to pick him up, and carefully put him on the bed.
Just as I was about to lean over to clean it up, the entire stack of drawing papers was scattered all over the ground in an instant.
When Fan Shen saw it, his pupils shrank sharply.
He quickly stepped forward and picked up all the drawing papers, an unconcealable surprise flashed in his eyes.
is this him? It's him
Is Xiao He painting him
Although the face was still the same, it was an entirely male body without the slightest hint of a female figure, so it couldn't be his mother.
Could it be... Does Xiao He finally have a place in his heart
Because he was too surprised, Fan Shen's hand holding the drawing paper trembled slightly.
Xiao He was already in a very light sleep, but when he was disturbed by this movement, he had already opened his eyes, and what he saw was that Fan Shen was staring at the drawing paper.
His heart skipped a beat, the biggest secret was discovered by someone, it was discovered by Fan Shen, which made Xiao He panic.
"Don't... don't look." He got up and wanted to snatch it.
But Fan Shen easily walked away, he looked at him, and tried his best to suppress the expectation in his voice: "This is me?"
Xiao He realized what he was thinking, and his face immediately turned blank.
His demeanor fell into Fan Shen's eyes, but it turned all his hopes and expectations into ashes like a bucket of cold water.
This can't be him, a few days ago he was full of despair because of his confession, how could it be at this moment...
Fan Shen smiled silently, turned around suddenly, and took out the safe from the closet.
When Xiao He saw it, he was immediately anxious: "Xiao Fan, don't open it, please, don't open it."
Fan Shen looked at him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
He moved his fingers slightly, and after dialing the password, he easily unlocked the small box.
With a bang, the pictures in it were scattered all over the ground like snowflakes all over the sky.
Fan Shen lowered his eyes slightly, and finally saw Xiao He's heart clearly.
He thought he liked his mother.
But actually... no.
Fan Shen casually picked up a piece of drawing paper and asked softly, "Is this Al?"
Xiao He's face was as white as frost and snow.
"So you like men..." Fan Shen picked up a picture of two people stacked on top of each other, and smiled sarcastically, "No wonder you are so attractive when drunk, no wonder you make such a beautiful voice, that's why... you would haunt me like that."
After Xiao He realized what he was talking about, his heart almost froze. What happened to them that night...
Fan Shen approached him with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were filled with gloom.
"Instead of thinking like this and thinking that you can't sleep, why not find me?" Fan Shen pressed his ear and whispered cruelly in a devilish voice, "Let me satisfy you."