Xiao He felt great fear, he looked at the man in front of him, no matter what, he couldn't combine him with the child he raised.
His little fan is very good, his little fan is very sensible, his little fan will never be like this.
Xiao He's head was in chaos, he didn't know whether he was hallucinating due to excessive insomnia, or if all this happened for real.
Fan Shen pinched his chin and kissed him brutally.
This kiss didn't even have any tenderness at all, it was full of blatant plunder and aggression, wishing to tear it to the bone, wishing to swallow it into the stomach.
Xiao He tasted the smell of blood, and he didn't know if it was his or Fan Shen's, but the taste was bitter, and at the same time, there was a deep sense of despair, which couldn't be melted away, and he couldn't get dizzy, like a gloomy winter night, with no light in sight, Only bone-chilling icy condensation.
Xiao He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but it was useless, he couldn't make a sound, it just gave him a chance to invade.
He kissed him, swept him, entangled him in pain, entangled him in pain, but this was not enough, this pain was not even one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart.
He couldn't bear to hurt him, couldn't bear to let him hurt, and couldn't bear to make him sad.
But, he treated him like this, he loved him with his whole heart, what did he give him
Fan Shen kissed him, savoring the taste of his dreams, but his entire chest and eyes were full of black mist.
He couldn't see the way forward, couldn't find the end, so he no longer had the value of tolerance.
No matter what he did, Xiao He would not know.
No matter what he endured, Xiao He would not care.
Because he doesn't have him in his heart, the person he loves most has another person in his heart.
This ignorance filled his heart, so Fan Shen let go of everything.
If forbearance and retreat can't change your mind at all, then why bother to torture yourself
Anyway, you don't like me, anyway, I'm destined not to win your heart, but it's okay to possess you.
Can't make you smile for me, can't make you happy for me, so, let you cry, okay.
Cry in my arms, cry under me, cry for me.
In this way... you are also thinking about me wholeheartedly.
The color of Fan Shen's eyes gradually darkened, his eyes were as blue as the clear sky and as black as the ocean at night, but a smile slowly appeared on his thin lips.
Childish, content, a smile that seems to have it all.
Fan Shen suddenly became very gentle. He parted Xiao He's lips and touched his palate. He knew that he couldn't bear it the most. As long as he kept touching, his Xiao He's lips would move and tremble. There will be an uncontrollable moan.
The body can't deceive people, Fan Shen led him, and whispered ambiguously: "Look, you still want me."
"Don't worry." Fan Shen stimulated him and gave him pleasure, "If you want it, I'll give it to you. I can satisfy you. Only I can satisfy you."
Xiao He trembled all over and closed his eyes tightly, but his voice was trying to maintain his composure: "Stop, Xiao Fan, stop, please, Dad, please, please... no..."
He opened his eyes suddenly because of the severe pain, and his eyes were full of disbelief and shock.
Fan Shen smiled and put his lips in his mouth: "Stop? Why stop? It's cruel to say such things at this time. Dad? Who is my dad? You? You're not!" After he finished speaking, he exerted more force.
Unimaginable pain exploded in his mind, Xiao He was stunned, and the heart in his chest seemed to have stopped beating at this moment.
What he feared most was that it would happen, and everything would be irreversible.
Powerless, Xiao He realized for the first time that he was so useless.
Fan Shen got what he wanted, even though it was in this way, he was still satisfied.
Can't have the most perfect, but fortunately he has it.
No matter what, he couldn't get that heart, but fortunately, he, his body, belonged to him.
From now on, his Xiao He is his.
He can look at him every day, hug him every night, don't have to endure, don't need to wait, don't need to be anxious, let alone nervous.
Being able to get him like this, Fan Shen has no regrets.
Xiao He spent the most unimaginable period of time.
He didn't like to leave the house, but now he couldn't leave the house at all.
Fan Shen went out during the day, and when he came back, he would keep asking him for it.
The young man's energy seems to be boundless, he can hold him all night, he can hold him all night, he can possess him without sleep.
Xiao He went from being shocked at the beginning, to desperately resisting, and finally completely numb.
Powerless to do anything, unable to resist, and Xiao He has not been able to leave.
He didn't want to return to reality, and he didn't want to tell Qin Su the current situation, because he didn't want to be ridiculed.
It will cause such a situation, he is responsible.
After all, he raised this child all by himself. Xiaofan was a blank sheet of paper at first, and what he will become is all upbringing by later generations.
Xiao He couldn't figure out where the mistake started, but he knew that he was wrong.
Under the heavy guilt and hesitation, there is still a little bit of indelible hope.
Xiao He always hoped that life would change back.
He always hoped that Fan Shen would become the little Fan he knew.
Eighteen years, a full eighteen years, he poured so much into it, and he was completely trapped here. He could get out of it, but he couldn't get out of it.
The only good thing about the muddle-headed days is that Xiao He no longer suffers from insomnia.
Although he hated everything that happened, the ridiculous thing was that with Fan Shen by his side, he could sleep soundly and without dreams.
It's just that the morning and evening are reversed.
Because he hadn't been out of the house for so long, Xiao He couldn't tell the time, it might have been a week, or it might have been a month.
And what Fan Shen was doing, he couldn't figure it out either.
Fan Shen didn't tell him, and he never asked, or it should be said that they had very little communication with each other now.
But if you insist on saying too many changes, there is not.
Apart from having no restraint in bed, Fan Shen was as usual, caring, meticulous, and considerate at other times.
He will prepare delicious breakfast for him, watch TV with him, and take care of his daily life perfectly.
Xiao He's life is no different from before except that he cannot access the Internet.
It's just that he doesn't draw anymore. I don't want to draw anything.
Just after nightfall, Fan Shen came back, he frowned and entered the room, but when he saw Xiao He, he stretched his brows again.
Xiao He stood there, Fan Shen walked over, bowed his head and kissed his lips.
Xiao He didn't move, Fan Shen said warmly: "Open."
Xiao He was startled, but soon loosened his jaw because of his touch.
Fan Shen drove straight in, heading straight for the little tongue he liked the most, entangled and licked, watching the person in his arms soften his body for him.
A kiss is enough to ignite the flames, his Xiao He is already his.
Thinking of this, Fan Shen was filled with deep joy, he carried him to the bathroom, gave him happiness in the steaming heat, and also asked him for happiness.
After enjoying the pleasure, Fan Shen hugged Xiao He and said in a low voice, "Let's move."
Xiao He froze, and asked after a while, "Why?"
His voice was a little hoarse, because he was tormented so much just now, and he begged for mercy too many times.
Fan Shen was a little distressed, and kissed him on the throat, but Xiao He trembled slightly, his eyes dodged: "Don't... don't do it again."
Seeing his fearful and resisting appearance, Fan Shen suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and the slight pain in his heart just now also changed.
He didn't want to torment him anymore, but now he wanted to.
Fan Shen leaned over and pressed his lips, and easily buried him in the still warm water.
Xiao He hummed suddenly, his body trembling slightly.
When night fell completely, they had dinner.
The dining table was full of Xiao He's favorite food, but Xiao He didn't have much appetite.
But you have to eat if you don’t have an appetite. If you don’t eat, Fan Shen will...
Xiao He frowned, didn't think any more, picked up chopsticks to eat.
After the meal, as usual, under the pale moonlight, there was only one room with a charming crimson color.
When Fan Shen said to move, they really moved.
Xiao He didn't go out for a long time, and suddenly saw the sun, and felt a little uncomfortable.
But soon Fan Shen took him into the car.
The interior of the car is extremely spacious, with seats arranged vertically, and there is a delicate silver-gray coffee table in the center.
Such a car is definitely expensive.
Xiao He calmed down, and gradually understood, it seems that Fan Shen recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors.
He has been busy these days, probably because of this.
Because Xiao He was too tired last night, he became dizzy after getting in the car. Fan Shen noticed his strangeness, hugged him into his arms, and said softly, "Go to sleep, we won't be here until later."
Xiao He leaned against him and fell asleep in a daze.
The days after moving house were much better than Xiao He imagined.
This mansion covers a lot of land and is very spacious, and Xiao He doesn't have to stay in the house all day, because there is a whole garden outside, he can walk around at will.
After moving here, Fan Shen became more and more busy, so busy that he didn't even have time to ask him for it every night.
Xiao He took a serious rest for a few days, but he was used to sleeping during the day, so he couldn't sleep at night.
But not being able to sleep is also much better than before.
Fan Shen came back early tonight, and the two had a turmoil, hugging each other and sleeping.
The man holding him fell asleep quickly because he was full, but Xiao He didn't feel sleepy.
He waited quietly for a while, then quietly pulled away from his arms and sat up.
Beside the bed was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the moonlight shone in through the window, falling on Fan Shen's face.
Xiao He watched quietly, then suddenly closed his eyes.
A deep bitterness surged in his chest.
In fact, he knew very well that he could no longer tell the difference between Ai Er and Fan Shen.
He also clearly understood that he liked this person.
Whether it was the three months that he kept recalling, or the eighteen years that he kept questioning.
He was thinking about him all the time.
If it wasn't for deep love, why should I suffer such humiliation
Xiao He knew this, but he couldn't say it out.
In such a situation, what is the use of talking or not talking
He couldn't heal Fan Shen.
Wait a little longer, if there is no hope at all, he will leave here.
Things are always like this, I thought it was the worst moment, but there was something even more surprising behind it.
Recently, Xiao He fell in love with sketching. He moved his drawing board and sat alone in the gardens, depicting the vitality of all things.
He no longer draws Ayer, nor Fan Shen, but pours all his emotions into this beautiful scenery.
In this way, his heart will be very quiet.
But... He never expected to see him anyway.
Xiao He's hand holding the paintbrush completely froze, staring blankly at the man standing among the large roses.
He has gorgeous long hair that amazes even the Milky Way in the sky, and blue eyes that make Qingkong feel ashamed. Standing there, he already represents a peerless beauty.
Xiao He got up and murmured as if in a dream: "Al..."
This is not Fan Shen, this is Al.