Yan Bei stretched out his hand unconsciously, and squeezed a couple of pinches on the tender face, and frowned uncomfortably when the young man dodged in panic, "You're so stingy, but I helped you!"
He Qing lowered his head, Nuonuo whispered, "Thank you..."
Who wants his thanks! Just take off the clothes and let him rub his belly obediently!
He still wanted to say a few more words, but seeing the coward's face so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head, he didn't bother to say anything, grabbed the young man's left hand, and touched it in his palm.
Yan Bei was trying to touch it, when the back of his tender hand suddenly pulled away, and he looked at the young man with a displeased face, "He Qing, do you want to fight?"
Pulling his hand over directly, Yan Bei's face was full of threats.
"No, it's not..."
He retorted weakly and cowardly. It was clearly his own hand, but the young man acted uneasy as if he had done something hugely wrong.
He lowered his head and said timidly, "Can you let me go first..."
"Why me!" Yan Bei completely forgot that this hand belonged to someone else, and frowned with displeasure.
"Yan Bei!"
A few people who were good friends with Yan Bei gathered around, asking gossipingly, "Who was that guy just now?"
One of them had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of the two holding hands, "Hey, what are you two doing?"
They are also people who usually like to fight, and since they walked over, the boy didn't even dare to raise his head.
He was a little flustered, but the people around him slammed his hand away. Because of too much force, He Qing slammed his hand against the iron table without warning, and his left hand turned red almost immediately.
"Teasing him for a while." In his ear was Yan Bei's indifferent and dismissive voice, and He Qing lowered his head firmly, listening to the people above saying, "What fun is a bitch."
"His hand is easy to touch and comfortable to touch, why don't you try it too?" Yan Bei said, pulling the boy's hand that was still red, "It's not slippery."
Being evaluated like goods, the young man pursed his lips in humiliation, and he withdrew his hand vigorously, hiding it under the table.
Being slapped in the face by a coward in front of his brother, Yan Bei's face immediately sank, and regardless of He Qing's struggle, he forcefully pulled his hand out.
"It's not that I didn't give you the money, don't you hear me like this all the time!"
"I can't see it, this coward is still making money from you?" Several people laughed exaggeratedly as if hearing some joke, "It's like selling ass!"
"Hey, don't tell me, if you give him some money, he might sell it!"
"Hahaha, Yan Bei, do you want to give it a try?"
Following their words, the boy's body became more and more stiff. He tried hard to pull back his hand, but Yan Bei pulled him even harder on the table.
In the end, it was pressed on the table like a cargo, and Yan Bei's complacent voice could be heard next to his ear, "Touch it!"
"You let go... let me go..."
He Qing's eyes were already red, he bit his lip in humiliation, trying to make Yan Bei let him go.
The few people who were not interested in touching men at first became interested when they saw him looking like he was about to cry or not.
"Hey, he's crying, he's about to cry, he's about to cry..."
"Why don't you just touch your hands, crying like a bitch!"
"Yan Bei, you live with him, is he a woman?"
Yan Bei didn't take He Qing's crying seriously, but how many times he saw He Qing crying in the past two days, he held the young man's hand and had a nasty chat with several people.
"Take off his clothes and see, he should be a man."
"That's not sure, hahahaha, why don't we take a look at our pants now..."
Several people are used to making jokes, and no one takes it seriously, but they are full of fear in the ears of the young man who grew up in malice.
The warmth that had arisen because of Yan Bei's help before was covered by fear and panic. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he withdrew his hand with all his strength and ran outside.
Yan Bei was thrown away, and in front of him was the panic-stricken staggering back of the young man, watching him leave as if avoiding some scourge, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
The buddies around me were still teasing each other, "Look, scare people away, it's all your fault!"
"It's none of my business, it's because he couldn't help being funny..."
"Okay, okay, go back to your seats quickly, class will start soon."
Seeing that Yan Bei's tone was not very good, the few people who were still smiling just now looked at him and stood up, "Yan Bei, where are you going?"
Yan Bei didn't answer, and walked out of the classroom.
[I am a delicate flower that no one pities, and is bullied wantonly. No one cares about me, and some just despise and stay away...]
The pale young man stood by the lake in a daze, staring at the water in a daze, as if he was about to jump in the next moment, [Tong~ Tell me, do our Beibei feel guilty now?]
[Want to know? Host, give me points and I'll tell you.]
[I hate it, even you come to bully me, this delicate flower!]He Qing giggled in his heart, [I know if you don't tell me, Yan Bei won't feel guilty, he should come out to find me now.]
[I'm afraid I won't touch his hands because I'm angry.]
[However...] The young man slowly squatted down and sat on the grass by the lake, with a sad expression on his face, [Yan Bei's affection is a bit slow, just giving him a hug is not enough.]
[Give him some stimulation~]
When Yan Bei came all the way, what he saw was the young Xiao Se's back facing him. He coughed, and He Qing trembled, got up timidly and was about to run away.
He strode forward with a sullen face, and easily grabbed the young man tightly, his voice was full of anger, "He Qing, why are you running away!"
Grabbed by him forcefully, the cowardly young man who dared not resist, seemed to have eaten the heart of a bear, desperately pushing Yan Bei to escape.
Yan Bei easily restrained him, looked down, and sure enough, He Qing was crying again.
"Why are you crying again, isn't it just a joke!"
Yan Bei's smooth life since he was a child made him completely unaware of the harm these jokes brought to others. He was only full of impatience for the boy who cried at every turn.
Why is this person so comfortable to hold, Yan Bei tried his best to squeeze out a smile, "Okay, you don't like me and I won't let them say that in the future, go back to class."
Facing his hypocritical comfort, He Qing was not fooled at all, he wiped away his tears, "Don't touch my hand from now on..."
Hearing his words, Yan Bei's eyes sank slightly, but his face still had a playful smile on his face, "It's fine, just rub your belly!"
"What I'm talking about is..." the boy repeated with sobs, "don't touch me again from now on."
"I didn't take the money you put on the table, so don't..."
"He Qing!" A gloomy voice filled with anger sounded, the young man raised his eyes in panic, but what he saw was the cold light on the face of the person opposite.
With a cold face, Yan Bei pulled off his gentle mask, "Are you threatening me now?"
"I... I didn't..." Startled by his tone, He Qing panicked, and he took a step back with a pale face, "I don't want your money...don't touch me again..."
Having lived with the boy for so long, Yan Bei knew how timid he was, so he shook his fist on purpose and said in a dark voice, "I just want to touch you, if you don't let me touch you, I will touch you." you!"
"Last time I fought, just watch it, how about it? Do you want to try it?"
In fact, Yan Bei also remembered the fight that caused nightmares for the young man. He received the news that day that the gangsters outside had blackmailed one of his brothers.
When he beat the man to the knees and begged for mercy, Yan Bei raised his head in satisfaction, and saw a thin and small boy with fear in his eyes looking at him from a distance. Seeing him looking over, the boy ran away in a panic.
At that time, Yan Bei only felt a little familiar. When he saw the boy again, he was sitting at the desk writing something quietly.
He Qing has delicate features, a small face, and fair skin. When Yan Bei saw him, there was only one thought in his mind. His face looked slippery, and he didn't know whether it was good to touch.
Later he knew that He Qing was timid, didn't like to cause trouble, and was as quiet as a mute. Yan Bei didn't bother to tease him before, but since the two of them lived in the same dormitory, every time he saw the boy looking over in fear, Yan Bei wanted to bully him because he was cheap.
I also know how timid this person is.
Turning his wrist, Yan Bei made a gesture to make a move, "Be good and let me sleep in your arms, or be beaten by me, choose one yourself!"
Yan Bei observed that every time he threatened with force, He Qing was very frightened, he did whatever he said, and it should be the same this time.
The fist that could punch someone to bleed was right in front of him, and in He Qing's mind was the wailing sound of the man covered in blood. His face was pale, but he insisted on closing his eyes.
"Hit me!"
"I hate being touched by others! Even if you kill me, I won't listen to you anymore!"
He was originally afraid of being touched by men because of the shadow of the past, but today Yan Bei pressed his hand to let others touch him. Even if he was beaten, He Qing didn't want to be manipulated by Yan Bei again.
Even his lips were pale from fright, his eyelashes were trembling nervously, he obviously looked like he was about to cry from fright, but he still firmly raised his face and aimed at Yan Bei's fist.
Scaring doesn't work
Yan Bei narrowed his eyes, "He Qing, you think I dare not hit you, don't you?"
He has been used to being a bully since he was a child, how could he bear someone disobeying him, and immediately waved his fist with a cold face, pretending to hit him, "I will count to three, if you agree, I will let you go, if you don't agree again..."
"three two… "
"Yan Bei! What are you doing!" The middle-aged man with a serious face stood in the distance, "Don't bully your classmates!"
The coldness in Yan Bei's eyes faded, he withdrew his hand unhappily, and watched the middle-aged man rushing over, "I didn't do anything, so I just frightened him."
"Uncle, I'm going to class."
"Hey! Hey! Stop for me!"
Seeing that this kid was running faster than anyone else, the middle-aged teacher sighed, looked at the boy who was looking towards him with a white face, coughed lightly, and softened his voice, "Student, did he bully you? Tell me , I will help you decide."
After escaping, He Qing's entire back was wet. He didn't dare to complain, and cowardly lowered his eyes, "He didn't bully me, thank you teacher."
In the distance, on the railing by the bridge, a gentle and elegant man witnessed the whole process. Looking at the back of the young man who looked thinner because of the distance, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It seems that Ah Qing is still the same as before, rejected by everyone.
That's great.
[Ding! Wen Hui's favorability: 70, please make persistent efforts to the host.]
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Yan Bei returned to the classroom full of anger, and deliberately changed the position he had changed before, with a somber expression that made those cronies dare not provoke him.
His mind was filled with images of the boy trembling his eyelashes, closing his eyes and waiting for him to hit him.
What a bitch, I'd rather let him beat him than touch him a few times, and it's not like I didn't give him money.
He Qing is willing to be a model for those disgusting Bala for money, so why can't he let him sleep in his arms.
If he didn't like He Qing's skin, Yan Bei would have thrown him out long ago when he saw him as a model!
He also gave double the money, and that coward was not willing!
The more Yan Bei thinks about it, the angrier he gets, isn't it just a soft pillow to touch!
He can find a bunch of them wherever he goes, and why would he care about such a crying bastard
Thinking that in order to please He Qing, he actually bought him a meal, Yan Bei became even more angry.
If you don't touch it, don't touch it, as if someone is rare!
When the boy cautiously walked into the classroom and found that Yan Bei had changed his position, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's great that Yan Bei no longer pesters him.
He sat down almost happily, not realizing that Yan Bei, who had changed his seat, was staring at him sadly.
Because there was no interference from Yan Bei, the class after the teenager went very smoothly, until after school, he didn't raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him again.
On the contrary, Yan Bei couldn't listen to the class, and didn't want to play on his mobile phone. His mind was full of slippery touch like fine silk.
It's okay if he didn't feel it before, but now he has tasted the sweetness, so Yan Bei will not be reconciled no matter what he thinks.
Why doesn't He Qing let anyone touch him...
Just after class, He Qing was about to go to the cafeteria, when the teacher on the podium stopped him, "He Qing, help me go to the office and get the paper, it's on the table."
Yan Bei slept on the table, and when he heard the boy's name, he sat up straight, his eyes full of disdain.
The teacher's office is on the other floor, and it takes at least 20 minutes to go back and forth, and he has to hold a class's papers, not to mention it's meal time, and this coward is the only one who is arranged to run errands, how can others be so stupid.
But it was this coward who dared to refuse him.
Seeing the back of the boy disappearing by the door, Yan Bei dropped his pen, kicked the stool away and stood up with a gloomy face.
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The young man pursed his lips nervously, and walked in a panic along the long corridor. Behind him, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground followed him.
He Qing was holding the paper that the teacher asked for, and his eyes were almost red with fear. His footsteps became more and more urgent, and the sound of the leather shoes behind him hitting the ground became faster and faster. Finally, he was held down by his shoulders and dragged to the ground with ease. An empty data room.
"Ah Qing..." the man pressed heavily against the wall, sniffing his hair obsessively, "You are not good today, how could you refuse me..."
The boy was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, and the test paper spilled all over the floor, "Wen, Mr. Wen..."
"Ah Qing didn't come to see me, is it because I don't need me?" Wen Hui didn't care about his stiffness, and sniffed lightly at the young man's beautiful neck like a beast.
His voice was gentle, like whispers between sympathizers, but the words he said filled the young man with despair, "Little Aqing, those lovely and fascinating photos of yours are still in my hands..."
"Tell me, if these photos are circulated, what will people think of you?"
"A male whore?"
"I didn't..." Biting his lip hard enough to the point of bleeding, the boy suppressed the trembling of fear, and said in a choked voice, "It's you..."
"That's right." Wen Hui's face was full of tenderness, and his calloused big hand gently stroked the boy's tender cheek, "I forced you, but do you think anyone will believe these words?"
"Everyone will say, Ah Qing is really a good boy. In order to save his sick mother, he sold his body and himself to a man, isn't he?"
Seeing the boy's face turned pale from his own words, the gentle-looking man smiled lightly, "Okay, don't be afraid, I like little Ah Qing so much, how could I show your body to outsiders."
"Ah Qing, I was wrong in the past. I was too rough to you, causing you to run away in such fear, but this time, I won't..."
Gently hugging the boy tightly, the man said softly, "Stay with me, okay?"
With a pale face, He Qing shed tears in a daze, "I... I..."
"Good..." As long as he agreed, Wen Hui stood up, stroking the boy's cheek comfortingly, "I know Ah Qing likes me too, don't you?"
Under his implied threat, the boy cried in despair and was held in his arms by the man.
Following the sound to find the reference room, Yan Bei looked through the window coldly at the two people embracing inside.
Yan Bei's face was gloomy, and his hands were clenched into fists.
This is, He Qing's so-called not being touched by others