When Chu Ci woke up, he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head, and he couldn't help moaning.
A glass of warm water was immediately brought to his mouth, Chu Ci subconsciously drank a couple of sips, and his consciousness gradually recovered.
Immediately afterwards, he realized something was wrong—his hands were handcuffed behind the back of the chair!
"What are you doing?!" Chu Ci blurted out, and then groaned because of the severe pain in the back of his head: "Ah..."
Han Yue was stunned for a moment before he realized that the back of the neck would hurt even if someone slashed it. When he chopped, he didn't expect that Chu Ci was different from his rough-skinned and thick-skinned buddies in the army. Even if he did it, he had to pay attention, otherwise it would cause unpredictable damage.
It was rare for Han Yue to rub the back of Chu Ci's neck with guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you were really difficult at that time... I won't do it again next time."
His massage technique is really one-on-one. Chu Ci felt a little relaxed after being rubbed for a moment, but then she came to her senses and immediately struggled with her arms: "Let me go!"
"Don't let go." Han Yue bowed his head and kissed Chu Ci's hair, "When will you promise to let go."
Chu Ci was a little terrified for a moment.
Han Yue's tone was too much like a child who was making awkward demands, but the most threats a child could make were "I'll cry if you don't agree" instead of "I'll detain you if you don't agree." The most important thing is that children don't hit people, they don't have handcuffs, and they don't carry a gun in their pockets!
"Han... Yue, you said your name is Han Yue, right?" Chu Ci calmed down for a moment, but her voice was still trembling uncontrollably, "Can you let me go first, I can't agree to being handcuffed like this..."
"If you promise, I will uncuff you."
"...I can't promise you. I don't like men, and I don't want to be friends with them. More importantly..." Chu Ci paused, and his teeth tightened suddenly: "I hate you very much."
Han Yue suddenly squatted in front of Chu Ci's knee, and asked, "Because I broke into your house, did I touch you?"
Chu Ci shook her head tremblingly, then nodded suddenly.
"Is it, or is it not?"
"... your surname is Han." Chu Ci said slowly, her voice still very unsteady, "I hate... I hate you people."
Han Yue was a little puzzled for a while: "Then after all, you still hate the privileged class, don't you? You think people like us are arrogant and unreasonable in everything, so it's better not to even touch it? You're wrong about this, although I sometimes It's not kind, but generally speaking it's reasonable... Ah, don't look at me like this, I'm really unreasonable in your matter."
Chu Ci shook her head, gritted her teeth and was unwilling to tell Han Yue more, but kept asking him: "Let go of me first!"
Han Yue coaxed him with nice words at first, but in the end he gradually lost his patience and just sat beside him without saying a word. Sometimes seeing the uncomfortable expression on Chu Ci's face, he would go up to massage, sometimes massage the back of the neck, sometimes massage the shoulder blades, and sometimes put one of his calves on his knee and knead carefully.
It was noon soon, Han Yue looked at his watch and asked, "Shall I get you something to eat?"
Chu Ci was forced to sit for a whole morning, and she didn't feel hungry at all, she was almost full of gas: "Get out!"
Han Yue shrugged and went straight to the kitchen. In the study, Chu Ci only heard the sounds of switching on and off the refrigerator, washing and cutting vegetables, and steaming and frying. Not long after, Han Yue walked into the study carrying a large tray with three vegetables and one soup on it.
He was so anti-client that he almost turned the sensitive Chu Ci over.
Han Yue didn't understand Chu Ci's mood at all, so he introduced it enthusiastically: "I fried tofu with vegetables, fried shrimp with broccoli, and exploded a plate of shrimp balls. The soup is cooked in your refrigerator. Yes, take it out and warm it up."
Chu Ci also wanted Han Yue to loosen the handcuffs: "I can't eat while you are handcuffing..."
"I'll feed you." Han Yue said kindly, picked up a plump and oily scallion fried shrimp ball and handed it to Chu Ci's mouth.
Chu Ci was in despair: "I beg you, I beg you, can you let go of your hand? Now that you leave my house, I will pretend that I have never seen you from now on. I promise not to mess with you in the future, can you?" "
Han Yue's face darkened for a moment, and his expression was a little frightening for a moment.
Han Yue has that kind of typical face, it's okay when he smiles, although he can't be said to be full of kindness, but he can still be considered cheerful. But once he stopped smiling and lowered his face, his chilling and stern demeanor made people feel chills.
Later, Chu Ci often saw his expression, and gradually got used to it, and was not even afraid of continuing to indifference him when he was serious, ignoring him, and treating him like a piece of air.
But at that time, Chu Ci was still young after all, and he had only seen things like pistols on TV, and he was full of anger, panic, sadness, and anger, so when Han Yue showed his face, he Inevitably was shocked.
But Han Yue immediately laughed and touched his face affectionately: "You can pretend that you haven't met me, but I can't pretend that you haven't met you. Come on, be good, try my skills, I can cook His mother has a hand."
Chu Ci was forced to eat a few mouthfuls of food helplessly, but Han Yue kept asking: "How does it taste? Can you eat spicy food? Is it delicious?"
Chu Ci didn't dare to provoke him very much, so she could only nod perfunctorily.
Han Yue suddenly became happy: "There are too few things in your kitchen, so there are only a few things you can mess around with. Someday I will buy some food for you, and I can make a big table after tidying up, and I don't bring heavy items. Let me tell you that I haven't even tasted my parents. Of course, I haven't eaten the food made by my mother since I was born... It's off topic. We will work in the kitchen together in the future I'll do it all, let you see and see!"
Chu Ci reluctantly ate half a bowl of food, but couldn't take it anymore, her stomach was so uncomfortable that she almost twisted into a ball. Seeing that his arms were trembling slightly, Han Yue felt that he was still afraid, so he asked softly, "What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you. If you let go, I'll let you go immediately. Isn't that good?"
"...I want to go to the bathroom." Chu Ci hesitated for a long time before saying cautiously.
Han Yue looked at his face, as if evaluating whether he really wanted to go to the toilet.
Chu Ci had been handcuffed for a whole morning, almost four or five hours, so it was not surprising that she wanted to go to the bathroom.
Finally, Han Yue sighed and said, "Okay."
He turned to the back of the chair, lowered his head and opened the handcuffs with the key.
From the moment he took out the key, all the muscles in Chu Ci's body tensed up. With a click, the handcuffs came off the skin, Chu Ci broke free from his hands in an instant, turned around and punched Han Yue hard!
Although the arm muscles were a little numb due to the long-term handcuffed posture, the punch was absolutely fast and agile. If Han Yue was hit head-on, he might suffer a lot.
But who is Han Yue? How could Chu Ci's fighting skills be enough in front of him
The moment before being hit, Han Yue quickly tilted his head, then put his hand on Chu Ci's wrist, and swung it hard in the opposite direction! At the same time, he touched Chu Ci's arm with his other hand, and slammed it on Chu Ci's armpit suddenly, Chu Ci didn't even hum, and fell headfirst.
Han Yue took the opportunity to catch him, and forcibly handcuffed one of his hands to himself despite struggling.
"Fuck your mother, you bastard!" Chu Ci finally couldn't help yelling.
"Yo, you can also curse!"
Han Yue touched his face affectionately, with a little bit of force, as if there was a hint of threat: "—Baby, don't play tricks in front of me, you haven't seen those masters who are really bullying and inhuman... I'm pretty gentle."
Chu Ci rushed forward to beat him, but Han Yue twisted his arms and held him in his arms, and asked affectionately, "Let's go? Do you still want to go to the bathroom?"
Going to the toilet is also a tough job.
Chu Ci handcuffed Han Yue with one hand, and he couldn't do it in front of others. Han Yue looked at his flushed face, knowing that he was bullying, but felt numb in his heart as if he had been electrocuted.
"Can you... turn around?" Chu Ci finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice.
Han Yue deliberately smiled: "What are you afraid of when they are all men? Or is it that your brother is too... embarrassed to meet people?"
Han Yue is an iron-blooded and iron-fisted master, his words are so shameless that his brothers will probably be surprised when they hear them.
Chu Ci gritted her teeth and turned her head. She didn't know whether it was shame or anger, her hands were shaking when she opened the zipper.
Han Yue looked down and whistled: "Hey, isn't this pretty. Why are you shy?"
—For these words, Han Yue tried so hard to handcuff Chu Ci to the chair again that Chu Ci almost knocked out one of his front teeth. During the struggle, the chair was kicked over and hit Han Yue's leg hard, causing him to gasp in pain.
In the end, he became ruthless, pinched Chu Ci's neck and pushed him down on the chair, and shouted: "If you are not honest, I will fuck you to death!"
He dropped the handcuffs with a click, while Chu Ci kicked Han Yue hard on the other side.
As a result, the kick hit the target, but Han Yue grabbed his ankle and held it in his hand. Chu Ci didn't wear shoes at home, but wore a pair of shallow carpet socks. Han Yue took off his socks and grabbed his fair ankle.
Chu Ci is a person who does not often exercise outdoors, and seldom wears shorts and shorts. The skin under the clothes is more white, delicate, smooth and cool to the touch.
Han Yue grew up, only he beat others, no one beat him. Right now, he was already very annoyed by Chu Ci's slashing twice and kicking so many times, but when he saw Chu Ci's small appearance of gritting his teeth angrily, and then touched his beautiful ankle, Han Yue didn't know. Unconsciously, it became soft again, and it was a little itchy like a cat scratching.
He originally wanted to pinch the ankle hard twice to teach him a lesson, but in a second thought, he couldn't help touching it first, rubbing it up the calf twice, and then said with a low laugh: "Do you like it?" Just fight, I don't care about you... Fuck, who told me that I like you."
Chu Ci shivered and pulled her feet back abruptly, but Han Yue refused to let go, and bowed her head affectionately and kissed her.
Feet are very sensitive parts for both men and women, and caressing the feet during flirting or foreplay can often make the ambiguous tide heat up.
Han Yue also felt a little misfired when he kissed.
Chu Ci took a sharp breath, and pulled back his leg forcefully, but Han Yue held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
He bit Chu Ci's feet in a moderate manner, and then scratched his soles and toes. Chu Ci has the habit of getting up and taking a shower every morning, and Han Yue doesn't feel dirty at all, but rather irritated.
The excitement induced him to tease Chu Ci even more lingeringly, deliberately teasing his lust. Soon Chu Ci's strength to retract his feet gradually weakened, and Han Yue raised his trousers again to kiss his calf, and at the same time reached up with one hand, and roughly pulled down the zipper of Chu Ci's trousers.
"No!" Chu Ci's voice was trembling, and there was even a hint of pleading, "... Please!"
Han Yue took out the docile organ of Chu Ci's lower body, first teased it a few times with his hands, and felt that the muscles of Chu Ci's whole body were stiff, so he stroked his waist slowly and forcefully, and raised his head at the same time. , opened his mouth and put his thing in his mouth.
The warm and soft wrap around the mouth made Chu Ci shudder for an instant, and the unprecedented pleasure was like a tide, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. As if he was drowning, he tried his best to raise his head, unable to say complete words, and even unable to refuse, he could only utter intermittent and suppressed moans from his lips and teeth.
Han Yue has never done this kind of thing before, and he doesn't like other people doing this to him, because it always feels like an insult, and it's a bit too low.
But the thoughts that have been ingrained for many years are vulnerable at this moment. He is willing to use his lips and tongue to tease the organ that is unclear and unwilling to start an erection, gently bite the front end with his teeth, and use all his strength to tease Chu Ci's greatest desire. . He even imitated the frequency of copulation and swallowed that organ one by one, listening to Chu Ci's repressed, painful, yet lustful panting, his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Chu Ci didn't hold on for long, and soon Han Yue felt more excited about what was in his mouth. He knew that Chu Ci was about to ejaculate, but he didn't mean to spit it out, but made a deep throat deliberately.
Chu Ci finally couldn't help letting out a short moan, as if he couldn't bear it with all his strength, with a trembling and hoarse cry. The voice was so damn seductive, Han Yue felt that his body was burning, and his lower body was so hard that it hurt.
At this moment, Chu Ci finally ejaculated tremblingly. The orgasm lasted for several seconds, he tried his best to raise his head, and he lost consciousness for a moment, only the electric pleasure whipped his body violently, driving him crazy.
The pleasure made him dizzy, as if there was something inexplicable in it, it should be humiliation and embarrassment, but under the extreme stimulation it intensified the pleasure of sin.
"... This is the first time for me to swallow other people's things." Han Yue stood up, and said indifferently while wiping away the white turbidity around his mouth.
Chu Ci opened his eyes to look at him in a daze, the aftertaste of orgasm still lingered in his body for a long time, but Han Yue's existence made him extremely frightened.
"I should let you reciprocate," Han Yue pulled Chu Ci's chin, and caressed his cheek with his rough fingertips. After seeing Chu Ci's panicked eyes, he laughed in a low voice: " Don't worry, although I really want to fuck you hard, but now I can barely hold back."
He bowed his head and kissed Chu Ci, and twisted his chest twice. In an instant, Chu Ci's body was a little stiff, because he felt an extremely excited hard object from Han Yue's lower body hit his lower abdomen, and the huge threat in it was self-evident.
"I'll give you some more time to think about it." Han Yue stood up and stared at Chu Ci condescendingly: "I don't have much patience, you have to hurry up."
He waved his hand, turned around and strode to the bathroom to solve the problem.