After this conversation, Yan Rong consciously discovered the reason why the man was trapping him, and he was suffocating in his heart. The method of slowly calming down because of He Qingshun became more intense, and the tossing man suffered unspeakably.
He has a cold temper, but on the bed, the ghost always has various ways to make the man cry and beg for mercy. Yan Rong never tires of this game, even to the point of obsession.
Yan Rong himself was a man, and in all fairness, if someone dared to treat him like this, he would have to screw that person's head off even if he died, but when it came to He Qing, who was always indifferent, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Even though the ghost insulted him in every possible way and his body was bruised, He Qing still insisted on coming back every day. Yan Rong saw it and felt even more angry.
He Qing came back very early that day, as before, as soon as he entered the door, he was dragged into the room, his clothes were ripped off, the man gasped lightly, and let the ghost grope freely.
"Mr. He."
Yan Rong was in a state of excitement, but when he looked up, he saw He Qing frowning slightly, and immediately crawled along the white body as if he had caught a handle, and asked softly in the man's ear, "I made you Are you uncomfortable? Why this expression?"
He Qing pursed her lips, raised her pale face slightly, and looked at the malicious ghost.
A cold voice sounded, "No."
"Isn't it exciting enough?" Yan Rong answered to himself, pretending that he didn't hear the man's words at all.
"Boss He likes me doing this to you, right? Otherwise, why do you come back so early every time?"
"Now..." Like a snake, he slowly pressed down on the man, gently stroking that face that was prettier than a woman's, with a little more excitement in his eyes.
"Are you in love with me?"
The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and even Yan Rong didn't notice the small movement. He looked away and stopped looking at the ghost. His voice was still cold, "No."
Being mercilessly denied, Yan Rong's expression turned ugly, and his hand stroking He Qing's face was violently kissed.
From the ghost's point of view, the man seems to be made of water, everywhere is soft and slippery, making him unable to put it down. He seems to have found his favorite toy, playing with it wantonly, not wanting to let go.
Yan Rong was indulging in the unbearable feeling of enjoyment, he raised his eyes inadvertently, but met He Qing's frowning.
He clenched his hands slightly, and his heart turned cold.
Whether he is a man or a ghost, this man will always make him unhappy.
Yan Rong couldn't help thinking about what he said last time.
He Qing has someone he likes, and for that person, he is willing to be under him and let him torture him.
Just for that person.
Jealousy grew quietly in the corner of my heart.
Yan Rong got up, pulled the man vigorously, saw him open his eyes that were moistened by kisses, looked over with some doubts, and smiled.
"Isn't Mr. He disgusted that it's not cool enough? Let's play something new today."
Seeing the ghost's smile, the man felt uneasy, and before he could open his mouth, he was dragged to the French window. The ghost pressed him, his voice was cold, but he was still laughing, "Today, it's here, okay?" good?"
"No... no!"
With a pale face, He Qing struggled to leave, but because of Yan Rong behind him, he couldn't use any strength.
He Qing's home is not very high-rise. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the bustling streets below and passers-by can be seen clearly from the windows.
In the same way, as long as the people below look up, they can easily see the scene on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The man's shirt had been ripped off a long time ago. At this moment, his white skin was directly pressed against the glass. He didn't know whether it was from the cold or from fright, his whole body was shaking.
"Yan Rong, don't be here Yan Rong..."
Hearing the trill in the man's voice, the ghost smiled, "Are you scared? What are you afraid of? They can't see me."
"Even if someone really looks up, what they see is Mr. He, you are entertaining yourself alone."
The more he said that, He Qing trembled more violently, his body pressed tightly against the glass, and the cold air came from the ghost behind him, his lips turned white from the cold, and he begged tremblingly, "Can you not be here..."
The pair of icy ghostly hands behind him relaxed their strength, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and leave the French window, but those hands pressed him hard again.
"Hmm..." He Qing was caught off guard and cried out in pain.
The ghost leaned forward, wrapped its white earlobe with its cold lips, and let out a low laugh. The magnetic voice was full of sarcasm, "Do you think you have the right to ask for anything now?"
"You, He Qing, owe me that!"
He squinted his eyes, and tore off the only fabric left on He Qing's body with one hand, and said in a grim tone amidst his intermittent and suppressed cries of pain, "You deserve it!"
The man propped his hands on the floor-to-ceiling window, his body tensed up due to tension, and his usually calm eyes were fixed on the bottom, for fear that any passerby would suddenly raise his eyes to take a look.
Every person passing by can make him nervous.
In the end, He Qing almost collapsed, he let go of all his dignity, turned around and hugged the ghost, begging him in a crying voice, "Yan Rong, go to bed."
"Please… "
Seeing that he was subdued, the ghost was satisfied and leaned over to pick him up, pressed him on the bed, and whispered seductively in the ear of the man whose mind was no longer clear, "Mr. He, call me by my name, crying."
He Qing was blindfolded, wrapped his arms around his neck, and obediently called him in a choked voice, "Yan Rong, Yan Rong... slow down..."
The request was fulfilled, Yan Rong put away his hostility, and he even touched He Qing's face gently.
Helping the man wipe away his tears condescendingly, the ghost leaned down, "Mr. He, I'm starting to like you."
The body of the man who was immersed in the confusion suddenly froze, but he heard the man say again, "If I can keep fucking you, this kind of life seems to be good."
He Qing tilted his head slightly, his stiff body softened, but he just hugged the ghost's hand and tightened it.
—
"Mr. He, your coffee."
The man was already drowsy, but when he heard the secretary's crisp voice, his shoulders suddenly sank, he opened his eyes tiredly, and nodded, "Let's let it go."
The secretary put down the coffee with some hesitation, looked at He Qing's face, and said hesitantly, "Mr. He, you don't look well recently, do you want to go to the hospital?"
He Qing shook his head, "It's okay, you can go to work."
Seeing the man's extremely pale face, the secretary wanted to persuade him, but in the end he turned around and left the office.
When she left, He Qing wiped his face, picked up the coffee, and drank it in one gulp.
Recently, he has been very sleepy and needs coffee to wake up a little bit, and his body is gradually weakening. Even if he leaves home and is at the company, he still feels chills all over his body.
The man tightened his coat with a pale face. Even though the sun was just right, he couldn't feel any warmth when it shone on his body.
Yan Ze stood outside the door and knocked on the door.
Seeing the man looking up, he walked over and frowned at He Qing's ugly face, "What's wrong with you recently? You look so bad?"
Treating Yan Ze can't be as perfunctory as treating the secretary. He Qingyan still kept the contract at hand, and said in a calm tone, "I've been having insomnia lately."
"Insomnia?"
Yan Ze's eyes became more worried, "Ah Qing, insomnia is not a trivial matter, look at you now, your face is as pale as a ghost, it's only been a few days, and you've lost so much weight, I know an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, nurse You have a good body, don't leave after work, go see a doctor with me."
"No."
The man politely refused, "It's nothing serious, I'll adjust it myself."
He adjusted? How to adjust
Yan Ze liked He Qing, so he naturally paid more attention to him.
During this period of time, he has seen all the man's anomalies. He is always late in the morning and always leaves early in the afternoon. If this company hadn't owned most of his shares, something would have happened long ago.
This is not the point, the point is that He Qing's complexion is becoming ugly day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was originally fair, but his skin was fair before, but now he is pale.
Yan Ze looked at the man, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the document, under those beautiful eyes, there was a faint layer of bruise, and further down, the color of the originally rosy lips also faded.
Seeing that He Qing continued to work without taking it seriously, Yan Ze was worried and angry for him, and pressed the man's hand, "Ah Qing, you must go to the hospital..."
The tentacles were icy cold, and Yan Ze's words were suspended in the air.
"Why are your hands so cold? Don't you wear a lot?"
He Qing frowned, pulled back his hand forcefully, looked at Yan Ze coldly, "I'll say it again, it has nothing to do with you."
"Ah Ching..."
Yan Ze was stunned, his eyes were full of injuries, "I care about you!"
The man's tired eyes met his.
His voice was very soft, but it fell on Yan Ze's heart like a huge rock, "If I hadn't been sitting in this position, would you have such an attitude?"
Yan Ze froze and found his tongue after a while, "What do you mean by that..."
"In high school, didn't you want to use force on me?"
Yan Ze has always known that He Qing's eyes are beautiful, but he never thought that when he looked at them in front of them, it would make him feel as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, chilling his heart.
"At that time, what did you think?"
The man was expressionless, and said to him, "The He family is dead, and no one can protect He Qing anymore, so you can make a move without any scruples, don't care if you will be rejected by me, and don't care about me Will it be painful?"
"Ah... Ah Qing, it's not what you think."
Yan Ze stood stiffly, trying to explain, "I was just drunk that day, you know I've always liked you, and then, didn't I stop later?"
He Qing looked at him, his pleasant voice was still flat, as if he had no emotion at all, "We all know why you let me go."
"You chose to attack me after I didn't have asylum, and after you learned that I still have an uncle to protect you, you turned back to the original friend who was good to me."
"Yan Ze, you keep saying that you like it. Your so-called liking means that when I was in trouble, you kept saying that you wanted to be with me, and at the same time told your grandfather the news you got from me, so that he could annex our He family. !"
The last sentence, like a huge thunder, hit Yan Ze heavily, his body was in a trance, and his eyes were also confused.
"You know, you've always known..."
He never thought that the person involved would know everything about what he thought he had concealed perfectly.
"Yes, I know." He Qing lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, "Can you go now?"
Yan Ze came to the table suddenly, "You always knew why you never retaliated against me? According to your ability, as long as you make a move, I will definitely have no power to fight back."
His eyes were frighteningly bright, full of hope, "Ah Qing, you like me, don't you? It's because you like me that you are reluctant to do anything to me, and you are reluctant to expose me."
"Yes, it's because of this that you have been refusing to agree to my pursuit, not because of him at all!" Yan Ze guessed to himself, the corners of his mouth curled up because of his fantasy, "It's because you are angry with me, right!"
He Qing frowned, because he was pestering him endlessly.
"I don't take revenge on you, just because I take revenge on you, which is of no use to me."
His eyes were cold, and he looked at Yan Ze without any emotion, "If you are useful, I will definitely attack you without hesitation."
This answer pierced Yan Ze's heart like a sharp sword, his eyes were in a trance, and he took a step back in a daze.
He asked almost in disbelief, "You mean, I'm not even qualified to be used?"
The man flipped through a page of the contract in his hand, and said flatly, "Not necessarily."
Yan Ze didn't take his words to heart, knowing that He Qing had already known about the things he thought he had concealed for a long time, and Yan Ze was in a bad mood.
It's hard to imagine what kind of heart He Qing used to watch him pretend to be gentle to please herself these years.
No wonder, no wonder he refused to accept him.
Yan Ze knew that he looked extremely embarrassed now, he didn't want He Qing to see the expression on his face, so he lowered his head firmly, his voice flustered.
"Ah Qing, I was young at that time, and I made mistakes, but I have been making up for it..."
He didn't look up, so naturally he couldn't see He Qing's expression. When he saw that he was talking about compensation, the man sitting behind the desk clenched his hands tightly, his eyes flashed fiercely, but as if he was afraid that he would find out, he slowly loosened his hands. When he opened it, his expression was also covered up.
"You go out first, I have a headache and want to sleep for a while."
His voice was still so calm, but in Yan Ze's ears, it made him relax slowly.
After all, He Qing has always used this tone. If he was really angry with him, it wouldn't be so flat.
Now he can't wait to hold the man up to the sky, of course he does what he says, Yan Ze lowered his head and said softly, "Then I'll go first, you should rest well."
After going out, Yan Ze closed the door smoothly.
Out of the sight of the man, he let out a heavy breath, only to realize that his back was already drenched with sweat.
He really didn't expect that He Qing would know that he was also involved in the He family's accident.
He Qing's attitude towards him has always been indifferent these years, but Yan Ze always thought that he was resenting the high school. After all, the relationship between the two was still very good before that, and He Qing was not as indifferent as now.
But he never thought that it was because of this.
At that time, something happened to the He family, and seeing He Qing Maizui was sad and distressed, while feeling sorry for him, he secretly rejoiced.
After all, he has always liked He Qing, but their family backgrounds are similar, and He Qing has always shown that he doesn't like men, Yan Ze can't get what he wants, and he is in great pain.
So when I found out that the person I liked had no protection, I became excited.
He went to drink with He Qing that day, and when they came back, both of them were drunk. It was night, and they walked to the equipment room where the sports equipment was kept. Yan Ze was the class monitor, and he always had the key in his hand.
He helped his friend who was drowsy and walked in. He looked at that delicate face and couldn't help but kissed it.
He Qing woke up at that time, he looked at Yan Rong with disgust, pushed him away with a cold face and was about to leave.
Yan Ze was slapped, and his head was turned to one side. In the dark, he watched the thin He Qing push the door, wanting to leave.
He has liked this person for so long, and now it's just a kiss, why is there such a big reaction
Yan Ze admitted that he had premeditated it at the time, otherwise he would not have carried the key with him, but he never thought of using force on the person he likes.
He just, drank too much...
Moreover, under the circumstances at that time, the He family had indeed collapsed. He Qingcai was in high school, and his grandfather had clearly told him that the He family was doomed.
Since Ah Qing can no longer be protected and inviolable like before, wouldn't it be better for him to protect her
With this thought in mind, Yan Ze pulled out He Qing like crazy, and forced to kiss him while he shouted angrily.
That day, if there were no accidents, He Qing, who had been weak since childhood, would definitely be crushed by him.
Unfortunately, there was an accident.
Yan Ze put down his hands expressionlessly, covering up all his emotions, and the secretary walked over to him.
"Manager Yan."
He stretched out his hand and stopped the secretary, with a gentle smile on his face and a gentle voice, "Boss He is on his lunch break, come back later."
"Okay, thank you, Manager Yan, for reminding me."
Yan Ze's eyes sank when he saw the secretary leave after saying thank you and stepping on high heels.
Yan Rong, who was favored by the old man, is dead. He will be the only heir of the Yan family. When he gets the Yan family, he will no longer be a shitty manager.
At that time, even if Ah Qing cannot be suppressed, it will definitely not be a relationship between superiors and subordinates.
Without Yan Rong hindering him now, he will eventually get Ah Qing.
Will!
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Ze looked at the hurried man, as if nothing had happened, and said softly to He Qing, "Ah Qing, do you want to have dinner together tonight? I'll make an apology for you. "
"No."
After the man politely refused, he quickened his pace and left the company gate.
Yan Ze's face was ugly for a moment, and he quickly came back to his senses, looking at his back, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
——
He Qing opened the door, facing Yan Rong's handsome face, although this scene has happened countless times, the man was still startled.
There has never been any superfluous expression on his face, and the surprise at this moment is enough to make the ghost laugh as he wished.
After laughing, his expression became bored again, "Why did you come back so late today?"
Four o'clock was already considered early, but He Qing didn't refute his words. While changing his shoes, he replied softly, "I'm in the company to deal with some things."
"Don't forget, I used to be your assistant. There are so many people going up and down in the company every day, how can you, the boss, be needed to work!"
Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and leaned on the man suspiciously. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, he continued to ask, "Tell me, what did you do?"
"It's nothing." He Qing looked indifferent, his pale lips parted, "It's just something I have to deal with."
The ghost was dubious, but seeing the handsome man standing up again after changing his shoes, his eyes lit up slightly, and he didn't have time to ask.
After that night, he held He Qing in his arms and said casually, "For the sake of our romantic relationship a few times, let me remind you, my good brother has always been eyeing the company, if you Delegate power to him like before, and be careful that he stabs you in the back."
"It's what he does best."
Yan Rong was not out of good intentions, but was hoping that the two would turn against each other. When he was alive, his greatest hobby was to step on Yan Ze. When Yan Ze was unhappy, he was also happy.
Although now he has fallen in love with the person Yan Ze likes, but that guy doesn't know it's him. If one day he finds He Qing, whom he couldn't ask for, he will be crushed by Yan Rong.
Yan Rong licked his lips, lowered his voice, and said in He Qing's ear, "Don't you thank me for reminding you of Yan Ze's true face?"
The eyes of the man with mottled marks all over his body flickered slightly, he didn't look at Yan Rong, and said softly, "Thank you for reminding me."
"Ha, you're welcome." Seeing that he listened, the ghost smiled in satisfaction, turned over and pressed the man under him.
"How about thanking me with your body?"
After that, there was another flip.
When it was over, the man's voice was hoarse from crying, his face was full of tears, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Yan Rong was still a little dissatisfied, but seeing the miserable appearance of him being tossed by him, he had no choice but to stop, leaning against the wall, tsk-tsk.
"Is it Mr. He who is so charming, or is it better to be a ghost? We have been playing here for a whole night, and I am still excited."
He Qing had no strength to speak for a long time, he panted lightly, listening to the ghosts beside him.
"Now I really want Yan Ze to see you like this, and let him know how it feels to be fucked by someone he likes."
The man who was listening quietly stopped breathing, and his body became stiff. With a hoarse voice, he tried hard to say, "No."
Seeing Yan Rong look over, He Qing said intermittently, "You can't do this."
"Don't worry." Seeing his refusal, Yan Rong made a self-deprecating smile, "I'm a ghost, and he can't see me."
"But if he can see it, I will definitely fuck you in front of him. Mr. He, you are such a face-saving person, you will die on the floor-to-ceiling windows. If you are really seen, do you think you will come down to accompany me? "
He Qing's already pale face became even paler when he heard the ghost's words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he still didn't say it in the end.
Seeing his silence, Yan Rong leaned down, and pointed his handsome face straight at He Qing's face.
Full of malice, "Mr. He, you didn't forget that you and him partnered to kill me, right?"
Seeing that the man just kept his face blank and didn't speak, the ghost raised his eyebrows, and his voice became gloomy, "I'm dead, didn't you let me go?"
"Aren't you happy to imprison me here and let me fuck you day and night?"
His hand fell on the man's face, but his expression was slightly startled.
This face is icy.
Yan Rong frowned, and pulled the hands of the man who had been powerless to resist for a long time. His slender, white fingers hung powerlessly, and fell into the hands of the ghost.
Also iced.
This is not normal.
He has been a ghost for more than ten days. In these ten days, no matter what he comes into contact with, it is warm or even hot to his cold body.
Every time he hugs He Qing, it feels warm like being in a hot spring, which is why he becomes more and more obsessed with having sex with men.
But now, he felt the coldness on He Qing's body.
Yan Rong hesitated, stretched out his hand, and touched the edge of the bed.
The normal hand feeling is no longer what it used to be, it feels like touching a cup of hot water.
The ghost went down to the ground in a daze, stepped on the slippery ground, and couldn't believe it, "Can I feel the temperature?"
He Qing lay powerlessly on the bed, looking at him with a look of joy and disbelief, the corner of his mouth slightly raised a small arc, and then fell down quickly.
Yan Rong couldn't care less about him anymore, he walked to the balcony and shouted loudly, "Hello—"
There were a few elementary school students who were going to school passing by below. They raised their heads curiously when they heard the shouts, and looked at Yan Rong. One of the children asked loudly in a childish voice, "Did you call us?"
can hear him...
can see him...
An uncontrollable smile appeared on Yan Rong's face, and the smile got bigger and bigger, and it could even be called crazy.
No one knew that when He Qing was not at home, he ran to the balcony and yelled frantically down below.
The old lady buying vegetables, the vendors bargaining, and the young girls passing by, none of them paid attention to him.
Everyone seemed to exclude him from this world. Except for He Qing, no one could see him, and no one knew of his existence.
Yan Rong was going crazy with joy, and suddenly, his thoughts calmed down.
Since those people can already see him, does that mean that he can take revenge
Don't look at him as if he is only immersed in affairs with men these days, but if he has the ability, how can Yan Rong miss the chance of revenge
Especially, the person who killed him was still his good brother.
The ghost lowered his head, looked at his hands, and laughed wildly.
Kill Yan Ze, kill that guy.
And He Qing!
The man who imprisoned him here!
How to punish him
Thinking of the man, Yan Rong's expression moved slightly, and his brain, which was in a state of excitement, calmed down a little.
He walked into the bedroom, and saw that the man who was barely talking to him just now couldn't help but fell asleep from exhaustion, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sat lightly on the side of the bed.
Yan Rong looked down at He Qing's face.
He closed his eyes, frowned, and was restless even in his sleep. His face was very pale, his eyes were bruised and purple, his lips were slightly parted, and the lips were light-colored. He looked very sick.
The ghost realizes why.
He Qing had to go to work during the day, so he was left alone at home, and could only pass the time by watching TV that he never watched before. He had no fun, and he couldn't eat. torture.
So when facing the only person you can play with, you are more enthusiastic.
Every time, the man would be dragged away by him as soon as he entered the house, on the sofa, on the bed, even on the ground, balcony, French windows, endlessly, until the sun rose and He Qing needed to go to work.
Yan Rong always thought that He Qing said he was going to work, but he was actually trying to avoid himself. After all, he had once been a man's assistant, and he knew clearly that as long as he didn't want to, he didn't have to deal with many things himself.
But looking at his tired face now, maybe this man really went to work.
The ghost pinched the nose of the sleeping man, watched him frown even more uneasily, scratched the air a few times weakly, opened his eyes, and those beautiful eyes were displayed in front of Yan Rong.
Yan Rong laughed presumptuously and cruelly like a child who succeeded in playing a prank. Under the man's struggle, he slowly let go of his ghostly hand.
"Painful?" He never forgot to remind He Qing of the sins he committed, "When I was burned to death alive, it was more than a hundred times more painful than you."
"Cough cough cough—"
He Qing coughed in pain, because he was choked by the too vigorous breathing before.
His eyes were red from coughing, and he looked extremely weak. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the ghost, and asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt?"
"Trapped on the seat, surrounded by fire, burned to death, do you think it hurts?" Yan Rong sneered mockingly.
"Speaking of it, I always thought that I was not afraid of pain. After all, I have never cried since I can remember. Even when my mother died, I didn't shed a single tear."
"Do you know why?" He looked at a man who bowed his head firmly, like a man who dared not listen any longer, and said slowly, "Because I know that crying is useless, only when you become stronger, To get revenge on those who deserve revenge."
"However..." the ghost shrugged, "If I remember correctly, I should have shed a lot of tears before I died. Although it was just a physiological reaction, maybe it wasn't tears, but the juice melted by the fire."
He Qing's head lowered even more, his body trembled, and he looked like he was afraid of what the ghost said. Yan Rong looked at it, his eyes were cold.
"I can't see that you are so timid? When you left me and left, did you think of this scene? I was trapped in the seat, I couldn't move, and I couldn't leave. I could only watch those fires surround me, Little by little, slowly, burn me to death."
Seeing that the man still bowed his head in silence, Yan Rong suddenly became angry. He didn't know where his anger came from, but he knew that he no longer wanted to stay in the same room with He Qing.
Otherwise, he might not be able to resist strangling this person to death.
After all, he caused him to become like this, didn't he
The ghost left, and only the man on the bed was left in the room.
He Qing tried his best to restrain his trembling body, and slowly raised his face. At this moment, that pale face was already full of tears.
He held the corner of the quilt in his mouth, his eyes were full of pain, and he hid the sob in his throat, not letting himself make a sound.
The ghost's ears are very sensitive, and he can hear it easily, so he can't even cry out.
After Yan Rong went to the balcony to yell a few more times and got a few crazy responses, he came back only to see the man tightly curled up in the quilt, as if he was sleeping. He didn't need to sleep, but he didn't intend to play to death. The man who had been tossing all night, so he simply studied the fact that he was suddenly seen by others.
By the time He Qing slept from morning to night when he woke up, the ghost was already impatient. He dragged the man with red eyes up, and impatiently pushed him down.
"No, I feel bad..." The man who hadn't eaten all day and night refused softly, "I haven't eaten yet."
"It's okay, I'll feed you."
Yan Rong whispered in his ear, and was about to continue to move when his pale, almost transparent ear moved.
A few seconds later, he slowly hooked his lips, put down the weak man, got out of bed and opened the door.
Five minutes later, Yan Ze took the doctor upstairs, and seeing that the door was open again, suspicion flashed across his eyes.
Turning to the doctor, he said softly, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and have a look."
After placing the doctor, he gently opened the door and walked in.
The closer he got to the bedroom, the denser the sobbing sound like a kitten choking, the more obvious it was He Qing's voice.
Yan Ze's face was dark, and his body was almost trembling with anger.
Last time he didn't find the person who dared to touch the person he likes, this time, he must find out who it is!
With a sullen face, he slowly unscrewed the handle.
"Don't, don't be like this..." He Qing was crying softly, showing her smooth shoulders.
A man turned his back to him. Hearing the movement, he hugged the person under him tightly and turned to look over.
On a pale face, evil spirits raised his lips.
He said, "Brother, long time no see."