The moonlight was hazy, covering up the fragrance and romance in the room. The melodious moans like a spiritual bird lingered in the man's ears, accompanying the sweat. The sound of the bodies colliding unintentionally revealed how passionate the relationship between the two was.
The dark night was gradually replaced by the hazy morning light, and the ambiguous sounds that had never stopped for a long time slowly returned to calm.
Qi Yan woke up from hunger, and his eyes were completely white, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
The white light was replaced by the modern furniture scene, and Qi Yan stared at the extremely old-fashioned lamp beside the bed for a long time.
—Isn’t this your own style
Where is this... Qi Yan was at a loss. He looked around speechlessly for a week, and found a place that was strange yet a little familiar... Alas, that standing cabinet looked familiar.
Qi Yan wanted to sit up, but found that his waist and abdomen seemed particularly stiff and... sore with every movement he made.
… sore? !
Qi Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant. Enduring the pain, he sat up suddenly and the quilt slid down. Only then did Qi Yan realize that he was naked and dotted with ambiguous red dots, as if he had experienced a unique battle with the quilt!
This, this is obviously a sign of what will happen next!
Qi Yan had already exploded. He looked at himself for a long time, raised his head, and was surprised to find a man in a white coat sitting on the swivel chair next to him.
"You!" Qi Yan exclaimed, and then said in shock: "Jing Ranxiu?!"
When Jing Ranxiu woke up from Qi Yan, he watched his actions with interest, until he was so stupid that he just discovered his existence.
"It's me." Jing Ranxiu responded calmly to Qi Yan's shock.
Qi Yan touched his chest, and the small red fruits on it stung a little: "What did you do to me?!"
"Guess." Jing Ranxiu smiled faintly, and there was a lot hidden in his smile that Qi Yan could not imagine.
"Jing Ranxiu, you won't-"
"I can." Jing Ranxiu stood up and walked up step by step.
Qi Yan felt an inexplicable panic. He unconsciously clenched the corners of the quilt, trying to block his view with the thin quilt.
"Qi Yan." Jing Ranxiu's voice was low, and his dark eyes were like bottomless whirlpools: "Do you want to default on the bill?"
"What?" Qi Yan had the courage to retort to him; "What are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense!"
"Does that mean he's not defaulting on his debt?" Jing Ranxiu asked back.
"Of course, I won't default on your debt!" After Qi Yan yelled, he covered his head in the quilt in frustration.
After a long time, Qi Yan heard a pleasant chuckle from outside, and then the quilt was pulled away with great force.
With his skin exposed to the air, Qi Yan shuddered, his face became embarrassed, and he quickly covered his little Qi Yan with his hand.
Before Qi Yan could yell anything with a blushing face, his vision suddenly went dark, his hands were held upwards, his back was pressed against the cold wall, and his hands were also hung up.
A handsome face suddenly zoomed in before his eyes. It belonged to Jing Ranxiu.
"You, you are sick!" Qi Yan shouted with a red face. The distance between the two people was too close and too ambiguous.
Jing Ranxiu raised his eyebrows, with a cold look in his eyes.
"Just admit it. If you deny it, I will kill you."
Yesterday, this man's living life was still in his own hands. He is his own, and his death must be ended by his own hands.
[The male protagonist’s favorability towards Qi Yan is +20, current favorability: 80]
[The male protagonist’s blackening degree towards Qi Yan is +20, current blackening degree: 20]
Qi Yan:...Fuck your father!
"You... this is weird, okay..." He would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid. Once, on this bed, he was handcuffed with strange handcuffs by the man in front of him who was legally his brother!
Jing Ranxiu looked at him without blinking, not missing his every expression: "Strange?"
"Yes, we are brothers, aren't we..." As a last resort, he had to take legal action in exchange for temporary survival!
However, these words clearly angered the 'brother' in front of me.
The blazing anger in his eyes ignited almost instantly, almost burning Qi Yan's eyes. He stared at Qi Yan and suddenly used force on his hand, almost pinching Qi Yan's wrist.
Qi Yan took in a painful breath, but was brought back from his thoughts by his cold voice.
"You want to use the law to bind me? Ha, that's really ridiculous."
"I want to kill you, almost effortlessly, and it's obvious I don't want to do that..."
"You are mine, and I won't be willing to destroy you unless I have to."
"Qi Yan, you will listen to me obediently, right?"
It sounded like sweet words, but he said it slowly in a cold voice. Qi Yan's heart seemed to be held by a devil's claw. As long as he shook his head and said no, his heart would be crushed hard.
This is Jing Ranxiu... Or is this Jing Ranxiu
Looking at him, he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. And Jing Ranxiu was also waiting silently for Qi Yan's answer.
After a long time, Qi Yan's voice slowly sounded in this weird atmosphere.
"Jing Ranxiu, you are a psychiatrist."
With one word, the anger and blackness in his eyes disappeared in the next second.
The grip on his wrist slowly loosened, and Qi Yan knew that he had made the right bet, for no other reason than to at least let Jing Ranxiu, who had calmed down, have a good talk with him.
"Okay." Jing Ranxiu let go of Qi Yan, stood up, and looked down at Qi Yan with indifferent eyes: "What do you want to say?"
"We are still legally brothers." Qi Yan pursed his dry lips and no longer expressed any anger about being fucked.
These words also angered Jing Ranxiu just now, but at this time, Jing Ranxiu's mood was obviously different from before.
"so what."
"So what you just said was just fart." Qi Yan rolled his eyes: "I can pretend that what happened last night never happened."
Jing Ranxiu suddenly raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Didn't it happen? Pretend that you don't have pleasure under me? Moan?"
With such explicit words, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Qi Yan's face, but he was quickly relieved: "It's just being fucked. What haven't I experienced, young man? You don't look like a man even if you grind and moan!"
The meaning of this sentence is that Qi Yan wants to be more open-minded. He has been a bad second-generation rich man for so many years and has not experienced anything. He can digest it and treat it like a fart...
However, in Jing Ranxiu's ears, it became "I have been fucked so many times, this time is nothing"...
The sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became even thicker, and Jing Ranxiu's eyes seemed to overflow with ice.
"It seems that you are very accustomed to it... Do you mind if you do it again?"
"What?"
"If it's so cheap, then it doesn't matter who it is..."
With that said, Jing Ranxiu slowly untied his white coat.