I don't know if it's because of becoming a ghost, Yan Rong pressed the man down and did it all night. In the end, He Qing's crying voice was already hoarse, and he was no longer as stubborn as before. His hoarse voice broke down and cried Beg him to stop.
The more he cried, the happier Yan Rong felt. In the end, He Qing was covered in red marks and struggled to roll off the sofa, trying to hide, but the ghost behind him grabbed his ankle and dragged him back abruptly.
Yan Rong let the man go when the sun was shining through the window. He had already moved his position, and now he was sitting on the bed, looking at the bright golden sun outside.
He is not afraid of these sunshines, although they shine on him but he can't feel any warmth.
Yan Rong lowered his head and looked at the restless sleeping man beside him.
He cried so much last night, even if he is lying down now, his body, which is sinking into sleep, will still choke from time to time. For the first time, his face, which is more beautiful than a woman, is showing fragility, and his white hands are relaxed like a baby's. In front of him, as if to protect himself.
The cold and pale ghost hand landed on the man's tear-stained face. Seeing that he frowned and shivered, his long eyelashes trembling and wanting to open his eyes, Yan Rong sneered, and moved his hands ambiguously down, falling in the clothes.
"No, no more..."
He Qing still didn't wake up, his body trembled uncontrollably when he touched those ghostly hands.
His normally calm and indifferent voice was now full of fear, crying like a cornered beast.
Subtle sobs sounded in the room, Yan Rong was startled, and subconsciously stopped.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."
The man in the dream seemed to be dreaming of him, shouting his name full of panic and despair, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, as if he was struggling to wake up.
So afraid of him
For some reason, seeing He Qing like this, Yan Rong's heart sank unhappily.
He bent down, and his cold lips fell on He Qing's white earlobe. The ghost grabbed this small and tender piece of meat, and groped the man mercilessly, without any scruples that he had been tired all night.
"Well-"
He Qing, who had slept for less than an hour, opened his eyes in a daze, feeling cold all over his body, his tear-stained eyelashes trembling, and turned behind him.
After seeing the pale but still handsome face clearly, the man was stunned, he opened his mouth, and cried all night with a hoarse voice, "You..."
Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at each other, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Can you see me?"
After finishing speaking, he squeezed his hand hard, and the man let out a cry of pain, and patted the tender flesh under his hand indifferently, "What's this called? Harvesting yin and nourishing yang?"
He put He Qing's complicated gaze behind him, smiled with his lips curled up, and moved closer to that beautiful face, his tone full of malice, "Mr. He, tell me, if you are pushed down by me like this, will you sneak up one day?" die?"
The man pursed his lips, withdrew his complicated gaze, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.
What Yan Rong hates the most is that when others ignore his words, he immediately snorts coldly with disdain, and resumes the hand that had just stopped.
"Hmm..." The cheeks of the man who had been tossed all night quickly turned red, and he let out a short moan in a low voice, and his face burst into red when he realized what sound he was making.
The ghost that he could already see smiled at him tauntingly, "The barking sounds really nice, I can't see that Mr. He still has this ability, go out and stand on the street, I'm afraid there will be a bunch of people rushing to order you!"
After he came back from abroad, he spent a lot of time and had fun with a group of friends. This kind of words came out of his mouth. At this moment, he saw the stern man who was once high above and refused to look at him being crushed by him. The excitement in his heart It burned like a flame.
Yan Rong grabbed the man's soft flesh with all his strength, looked at the uncomfortable expression he was trying to endure, and deliberately humiliated, "Call, beg me like you did last night, maybe I can let you go."
He Qing pursed his lips with a pale face, staring at him with beautiful eyes as bright as the stars, and said in a calm voice, "Please."
"It's not like this."
The ghost pulled out a weird smile, and whispered softly in the man's ear, "Like last night, when you cried and begged me to be soft, don't you need me to teach you the tone?"
The man's face turned pale again, this time he did not compromise, and stubbornly refused to speak.
Yan Rong didn't expect him to be soft at first, seeing him like this gave him even more reasons to torment He Qing.
If there are outsiders here at this moment, the scene must be very strange.
The beautiful man was sobbing uncontrollably and lay on his side. There was nothing behind him, but on his round and fair shoulders exposed outside the quilt, ambiguous traces grew on it like flowers blooming.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."
At the end of the torment, He Qing cried out the name of the ghost, and felt that he really stopped, and quickly begged in a crying voice: "Please be gentle..."
A chill came with Yan Rong's triumphant voice, "Okay, just listen to Mr. He."
Yan Rong deliberately asked him, "I fulfilled your wish, shouldn't you thank me?"
The tearful man who had been crying for a long time didn't care about anything and just wanted to be relieved. He struggled and stretched out his hands, hugging the ghost on his body.
His voice softened from crying, and he sobbed with pleading, "Thank you..."
The man under him opened his misty eyes, which seemed to be shining with tears, and he looked at him, full of pleading.
Yan Rong has been a ghost for three days. If an ordinary person stayed in a house with nothing for three days, no one could hear him or see him, he would probably have been driven crazy.
He always comforted himself, but he almost collapsed.
But now, this man has himself in his eyes.
The ghost's cold lips fell on the warm and pale lips of the man, and the cool voice entered He Qing's ears slowly.
"Mr. He, you are so beautiful."
The man was so dazed that he didn't understand what he was talking about, and stared at him blankly with eyes full of confusion, Yan Rong smiled at him, looking extremely gentle.
"I let you go, okay?"
He Qing was almost bewildered by this gentle smile, hope rose in his eyes, and he nodded timidly, almost at the second of his nod, the pain intensified, the body of the ghost laughed trembling, and his face was full of sarcasm .
"Go live your dreams!"
Seeing the man's crying face, he lowered his head with a smirk, and said in a hateful tone, "I hate you before it's too late, how could I let you go."
"Didn't you ask me? Then in this month, I can play with you as much as I want!"
"Mr. He, do you think it's okay?"
The man whose body was shaking uncontrollably following the ghost woke up, pain flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and refused to cry out.
But He Qing didn't know that the more he acted like he would rather die than surrender, the more Yan Rong became interested in how to torture him.
It was this dead face that gave him so much anger in the company.
It was this person who, together with Yan Ze, killed him together.
He wished he could eat its flesh raw and peel its skin.
How could you sympathize with him
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There is one more gossip that people in the company talk about every day.
Mr. He seems to have become very strange. If he used to be indifferent, he was silent a few days ago, but now he is sick.
That handsome face was still the same expressionless as before, but the expression on it seemed to be a different person.
The man's face became paler and paler, and even the color of his lips faded. They were obviously noble and inviolable. His eye movements were also the same as before, but it gave people a different feeling.
It seems that he has become weaker.
Several people were discussing about the company's high-altitude flower, and someone behind hurriedly reminded, "Mr. He is here!"
They hurriedly sat upright, watching the white-faced man hurried past and left the company quickly.
When the thin and slender figure of the man disappeared completely, the few people gathered together again just now.
"It's strange, Mr. He still has the same tone and appearance as before, but why do I always feel that he is really a different person."
"Yeah, it seems... It's become more beautiful. In the past, Mr. He made us feel ashamed, but now we feel it even more! It seems that the whole body is full of hormones!"
"Okay, you big nympho, even if you fall in love with Mr. He, he will definitely not like you. Mr. He has high eyes!"
Another woman, who had been silent all this time, raised speculation, "You guys say, is he in a relationship?"
"No, isn't Mr. He always avoiding women?"
"According to my observation, Mr. He is always stuck in coming to work recently, sometimes he is late, and now he leaves work early. What can make a workaholic so abnormal? Love!"
"And let me tell you, based on my experience as a person who has been here, Mr. He must have experienced bed exercises! Look at his expression and the way he feels. It's completely different from before, isn't it?"
After the girl finished her reasoning, she was about to find a sense of recognition, but found that the three girls opposite her were all staring behind her in a daze.
Her hair stood on end, her neck was stiff, and she turned around slowly.
Yan Ze stood behind her with an unattractive expression, with displeasure in his eyes.
"Manager Yan..."
Yan Ze looked at her with an ugly expression, "Did you see Mr. He?"
"Mr. He... He left work early and went home."
After the girl answered tremblingly, the man turned around with a gloomy face and left the company.
She exhaled, it's okay, it's okay, she doesn't want to lose such a good job.
She relaxed, but Yan Ze was full of displeasure. Of course, he was not because of the girl who deserted at work, but because of He Qing.
Since Yan Rong's death, He Qing's already indifferent attitude has dropped a level. What's better is that he doesn't seem to suspect Yan Rong.
Yan Ze originally thought that Yan Rong, the roadblock, would be cleared away, and he would have no regrets in his future life, whether it was career or relationship, but He Qing's increasingly indifferent attitude made him feel uncertain.
These days, I planned to cultivate a good relationship with him, but the man seemed to avoid him on purpose. He came to the company early every day and always left work early. After such a long time, Yan Ze could hardly speak a word.
And now, what did he hear
He Qing is in a relationship
Yan Ze lowered his eyes gloomyly, and drove directly to the man's house.
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As soon as He Qing got home, Yan Rong, who heard the movement and was guarding the door, dragged him in, and threw him violently on the sofa.
"Wait, wait, the door is still open..."
The man subconsciously resisted the icy cold hands walking on his body, but was easily suppressed.
The shirt on his body was unbuttoned one by one by those pale hands, and the ghost's cold voice said cheerfully behind his ears, "Go to the balcony."
"No… "
If he refused, he didn't even have a chance to say it completely. He Qing was hugged by Yan Rong and went all the way to the balcony.
ten minutes later
Yan Ze stood in front of the door, looked at the gap in the door, stretched out his hand, and quietly pushed the door open.