Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The Bleeding Broken Beauty

He Songfeng stared at the screen. Cheng Yiliao couldn't understand his expressionless face and wondered whether he had seen the cover.

In a blink of an eye, the foreplay of humming and moaning ended, and the scene showed the thin man being offended, and it was a close-up.

The video had been playing for quite a while while Cheng Yiliao was immersed in his fantasy about He Songfeng, so much so that He Songfeng heard all the "hmm" and "haha" sounds.

"Are you watching a movie?"

"Yeah." Cheng Yiliao admitted generously.

Under Cheng Yiliao's ardent gaze, He Songfeng calmly reached out his hand, turned on the mute button, smiled faintly, and then slowly turned his head to respond to Cheng Yiliao's fierce and hungry eyes, like a dog seeing a bone.

"Please don't play it outside."

He Songfeng pressed his finger on the screen and stopped the video.

Although they were sitting very close to each other, Cheng Yiliao felt that He Songfeng was very far away. When he smiled, it was as if he was covered with a white mist, like a gust of cold wind blowing by, which could never be tainted.

It is even more impossible to be contaminated by this mad dog.

"The object of your sexual fantasy is me."

He Songfeng's voice was soft and light, like an ordinary conversation.

"Aren't you afraid of the dirtiness? Are you too afraid to admit your fantasies about me in front of your friends?"

A faint crack appeared on Cheng Yiliao's face, which was full of self-righteous laughter. The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the anger and humiliation overflowing from the smile became more and more intense.

But he still maintained a decent smile, not wanting He Songfeng to see him breaking down.

"You stole my clothes, didn't you?"

He Songfeng's fingers touched the glass screen. His jade-like white fingers plucked the screen gracefully, like plucking the strings of a musical instrument. At the same time, he smiled indifferently and calmly laughed at Cheng Yiliao:

"You want it, right? Kneel down and beg me to try."

When He Songfeng said this, his expression was extremely calm, as if what he was talking about was not something shameful and despicable, but an elegant art that was displayed in the open.

He raised his white swan neck, his aura indifferently superior to Cheng Yiliao. He held a harsh two-word phrase between his lips and teeth and slowly uttered it:

"Stupid dog."

“?!”

Cheng Yiliao immediately became furious.

Because this is the same word that Cheng Qiyong used when he scolded Cheng Yiliao for being useless.

Even though they haven't had much contact.

As a younger brother, I was scolded by my older brother; as a student, I was scolded by my roommate.

Cheng Yiliao had a strange feeling that he was the only one being stepped on among these three people's disharmonious relationship.

Cheng Yiliao's pitiful self-esteem was slapped in the face by his brother, and then slapped again by He Songfeng.

As a person on the street, he deliberately acted like a humiliator in order to gain self-respect and existence in front of He Songfeng. He arrogantly thought that he could cause fear and terror in the other party and hear heart-wrenching screams and shudders.

The result was that He Songfeng humiliated him severely with words and a slap in the face.

As a dog that bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Cheng Yiliao didn't dare to do anything to his brother, but to a little He Songfeng——

He Songfeng forgot that there was a dangerous slap on the back of his head.

So when he said the word "stupid dog", the other party would retaliate with anger and shame.

He suddenly grabbed his hair and slammed it hard on the table, making a horrifying shattering sound.

The teacher stopped lecturing and the students around him looked at He Songfeng in surprise.

Cheng Yiliao stood up, causing the chair legs at his feet to grind and produce a sharp whine.

The rage and shame on his face surged out fiercely. He pointed at He Songfeng and cursed:

"How dare you talk to me like that?!"

He Songfeng's face was slammed into the table by a powerful force.

At that moment, his head turned white with pain. The world that should have been colorful suddenly faded into an old photo, and rough noise filled the air.

He Songfeng stretched out his voice and said "uh——".

A warm current flowed out of his nose, but was quickly blocked by a sticky and fishy liquid. Soon he felt a burning sensation on his upper lip.

His nose was bleeding and his head was aching.

Most importantly, his skin was so hot that it felt like it was burning.

There was no red, as if he was dead, his face was pale and had lost all blood color.

He Songfeng is such a face-conscious and respectable person, but now Cheng Yiliao holds him in his hand like a basketball and points at and scolds him in front of the whole class.

For He Songfeng, such a conspicuous public humiliation was like being pinned against the wall by Cheng Yiliao, or even being locked up by him, which was a hundred times worse.

He couldn't accept the fact that he looked so miserable, weak, and even painful, exposed nakedly to the scrutiny of others.

The self-respect and dignity that he had worked so hard to maintain were shattered to pieces by Cheng Yiliao's slap.

All the joints in his body burned together, as if in mourning.

The burns turned his skeleton into a pile of charcoal, and this handful of ashes could not support his arrogant body.

He Songfeng lowered his hands.

The hands that had always been holding on to the edges of the sofa and chair for support were unable to hold on to anything this time and could only be abandoned powerlessly.

He Songfeng pursed his lips twice, his face expressionless and emotionless as he uttered two words:

"it hurts."

Cheng Yiliao was startled, and his heart clenched along with the words "It hurts".

He hid his hands behind his back guiltily, then took them out eagerly to get closer to He Songfeng.

But when he looked around, he saw so many pairs of eyes looking at him.

As he approached, he slammed on the brakes and even turned on the reverse hazard lights, cold-bloodedly moving further and further away.

Cheng Yiliao is a high-ranking young master. The values ​​of his first half of life warn him that he should not feel apologetic or admit his mistakes after being humiliated by a lowly poor man like He Songfeng.

It was right to slap you. If you hadn't hit He Songfeng, he wouldn't have been honest, and he wouldn't have been afraid of you.

After this time, he will bow his head obediently when he sees you next time.

Everything... everything...

He Songfeng deserves it.

But it seems like I really used too much force——

My original intention was just to scare him, I didn't expect him to be so fragile.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes bulged violently.

The arrogance and violence of the previous eighteen years were pulling him back, but at the same time, his conscience, which had been dead for a long time, suddenly came back to life, beating wildly, pulling at his hand and trying to drag him towards He Songfeng.

When Cheng Yiliao jokingly said "He Songfeng, I pity you" not long ago, he really meant it at this moment.

Poor He Songfeng shouldn't be treated like this by him. He should be like a fragile jade that is held in the palm of his hand and carefully cared for.

But he had already been framed by Zhang Hejing, Zhou Biao, and dozens of other pairs of extremely indifferent eyes.

Just one more step forward——

In maintaining He Songfeng's dignity, he was tearing down the steps that allowed him to rise above his own class and placing them under He Songfeng's feet.

He will be despised and laughed at by the rich people.

Cheng Yiliao ultimately failed to do so, just as He Songfeng had said.

He doesn't dare.

Whether it is to admit his complicated feelings for He Songfeng.

Or is it the urge to admit my mistake and apologize out of immense guilt at this moment?

He doesn't dare.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, adding arrogantly and cold-bloodedly, "You provoked me first."

Then he rushed out of the classroom without looking back.

As soon as Cheng Yiliao left, the crowd who had been watching him coldly turned to smile, crowded around He Songfeng, and stretched out their hands to him, pretending to support him.

Countless hands, just like in He Songfeng's dream, lifted him up and wrapped him tightly.

The order in the classroom was almost non-existent. Zhang Hejing cooperated with the teacher to disperse the crowd, and then he reluctantly sat back in his seat.

Zhang Hejing naturally took advantage of this opportunity, walked to He Songfeng attentively and extended his hand to him.

"Teacher, I'll help him to the infirmary."

The teacher nodded. He Songfeng was unwilling to stay in the classroom any longer, but he did not accept Zhang Hejing's kindness. Instead, he used his thin arms to support himself on the table and gritted his teeth to stand up.

His breathing was shallow, his steps were unsteady, and his pale face looked like a broken jade plate, with deep red cracks shattered across his face.

Although his body seemed to be about to die in the next second, he still left quietly as if nothing had happened.

Under the gaze of everyone, he still maintained his last bit of decency.

Less than five minutes later, when Cheng Yiliao, sweating all over, hurriedly ran back to the classroom with the medicine he bought, He Songfeng had already disappeared.

Zhou Biao took the opportunity to exaggerate, pointing to the empty seat next to him and shouting in a hypocritical and anxious manner:

"Brother Liao, Zhang Hejing took the person away, and I didn't stop him!"

"Zhang Hejing, ah Zhang Hejing, when I see you later I'm going to tear your head off and kick it like a ball!"

Cheng Yiliao's facial features suddenly tightened, and he silently recited a long string of words in his mind:

"MD He Songfeng, you—never mind scolding him, I'll apologize to him properly later. Ouch!!! This is so annoying! How come it breaks when I touch it?!"

Cheng Yiliao let out a breath of foul air unwillingly, slapped his right hand with his left hand, quickly clenched his fist, turned around and rushed out.

Next to the school flower bed, on the way to the school hospital.

Zhang Hejing spread out his palm and lowered it beside He Songfeng's hand, and he also deliberately bent down and lowered his head, looking up at He Songfeng with a humble attitude.

"Don't push yourself."

He Songfeng waved his hand away.

He frowned, looking troubled, his two hanging hands clutching the corners of his clothes, moving them around anxiously.

He didn't say it, but Zhang Hejing could see it.

But Zhang Hejing didn't ask and continued walking with him.

The closer he got to the school hospital, the more anxious He Songfeng became.

I had no confidence, my steps were unstable, and I walked slower and slower.

Although he was an injured person, he was still resistant to the hospital from the bottom of his heart.

One hundred meters away from the school hospital, He Songfeng suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, looked at the sky, pressed his fingers on his philtrum, and rubbed it left and right.

He Songfeng still kept his head tilted upwards, his hands raised as well. He looked at the thick blood on his fingertips and said sullenly, "Go back. You don't have to accompany me."

Zhang Hejing's hand suddenly touched the back of his head. He Songfeng tensed up all over, thinking that he was going to suffer such an unexpected disaster again.

Zhang Hejing's hand was like a soft pillow, gently supporting her, then slowly adjusting the amplitude, and comforting her: "Don't raise your head, the blood will flow back into your throat and block your trachea."

Before He Songfeng could coldly distance himself from the matter, Zhang Hejing withdrew his hand and said with a smile:

“I don’t want to go back to class.”

Zhang Hejing smiled naturally, pinching and removing the black glasses that supported his nose. It seemed that he didn't really feel pity for He Songfeng's embarrassment, but rather felt genuine joy for skipping class.

But He Songfeng still looked embarrassed. He tried his best to hide his embarrassment, but no money meant no money.

Zhang Hejing reached out and pressed down He Songfeng's hand that was rubbing his nose frequently, then held it in his palm and rubbed it gently:

"It was Cheng Yiliao who beat you, so he should pay the compensation. I'll cushion your wound first, and you can return it to me later."

"Yes, it's Cheng Yiliao's fault."

He Songfeng comforted himself and then let out a small sigh. His feet, which had not moved for a long time, finally took a step forward.

Thanks to the joint efforts of both parties, the distance from here to the hospital was finally improved from 100 meters to 99 meters.

He Songfeng was being examined in the room. Zhang Hejing was standing outside the door. He raised his hand and rubbed the dried blood on his fingertips.

"hiss--"

Zhang Hejing opened his lips slightly, and his tongue swept across his upper teeth thoughtfully.

After only three seconds of thinking, the bloody spot on his fingertip touched his lower lip.

Put it into your lips, hold it and lick it.

Just like the water droplets that day, it smells the same as it did originally, and it doesn't smell any different just because it's on He Songfeng's body.

But once I thought that it came from He Songfeng, my mentality inevitably became abnormal. Even if there was no strange fragrance, I would still imagine a strange fragrance.

Everything goes as you wish.

Things that are stolen, peeped at, or robbed are especially fragrant.

Zhang Hejing took a deep breath with satisfaction. When he exhaled, the blood on his fingertips had been licked clean and the door of the examination room was opened a little.

He Songfeng came out first. There was a dressing on the center of his forehead and on his right cheekbone, and a pitiful ball of cotton was stuffed in his nose.

"It's nothing serious, just take care of the wound in the next few days."

"Um."

He Songfeng suddenly grabbed the school doctor's sleeve. He wasn't used to talking with a stuffy nose, so his voice sounded soft and vague. "Would you like to lie down and rest for a while?"

"sure."

The school doctor pointed him in a direction. After thanking him, He Songfeng ignored Zhang Hejing's presence and walked over on his own.

He opened the door, but was not in a hurry to go in. He first silently observed the environment, then walked quietly to the back, found the bed in the corner, and pulled the curtain. Only then did he dare to half-sit on the edge of the bed, with his hands deeply buried in the mattress, clasped tightly, and let out a small breath of relief.

As for Zhang Hejing...

It seems that he is always ignored by He Songfeng.

Zhang Hejing appeared silently beside He Songfeng's bed, stood behind him, lowered his eyes and squinted, staring dangerously at the exposed section of He Songfeng's snow-white neck.

So thin and frail, even his neck was as narrow as a swan's.

It breaks if you pinch it.

Zhang Hejing raised his hand, lifted the taut curtain to create a gap, and took a quick look around.

The lounge was empty at this time of day, and they were the only two people visiting.

The camera's blind spot, and at the same time He Songfeng pulled up the curtain himself.

At that time, I just need to strangle him to death, choking off all of He Songfeng's breathing and cries for help.

That is——

A porcelain doll at the mercy of others.

And the feeling of brokenness will be the best dress for this porcelain doll.

Zhang Hejing's hand was half circled and aimed at He Songfeng's neck.

He lowered his head, leaned forward, and moved closer and closer to that snow-white, soft neck.

Fingers sank into the light hair, just a little bit——

Right away, right away.

Soon you can——

He Songfeng suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around quickly and stared stiffly at Zhang Hejing who suddenly came up to him.

He stared at Zhang Hejing's half-circled hand. That hand looked like it was going to strangle him, if - there wasn't that abrupt water cup stuck in it.

"Are you thirsty?" the other person asked naturally. "I was worried that you were thirsty, so I got you a glass of water."

He Songfeng lowered his eyes, glanced at the liquid in the cup warily, and then quickly shook his head.

"Don't bother with Cheng Yiliao. He's clueless. He's been arrogant since he was little. His family is powerful, so he's like a little emperor in this school."

He Songfeng remained silent, his mouth drooping unhappily as he quietly complained in his heart: This is biased! This is unfair!

Zhang Hejing gently patted He Songfeng's shoulder, treating him like a little mushroom, shaking off the bad luck on him:

"I'm not advising you to be a doormat. Don't be angry with me."

He Songfeng's body shook slightly when he was slapped, and he quickly put away the corners of his mouth that were drooping, not wanting anyone to notice his emotional changes.

Zhang Hejing put the water cup into He Songfeng's hand, and the two people's fingers touched for a brief moment.

"He and I are just acquaintances, not friends. I will help you in any way I can."

Suddenly, He Songfeng found that Zhang Hejing had sat next to him without him knowing when. The two of them sat side by side, with their hands hanging down on the edge of the bed, touching the mattress.

There was only about one centimeter between the two people's fingers.

As long as one party is willing, they can fold their folded fingers over the other party's fingers at any time.

The air in the school hospital was filled with the crisp smell of disinfectant. The smell was very special, and every time you took a breath it felt as if your internal organs were undergoing a major cleansing.

My shoulders relaxed involuntarily.

The cold air from the air conditioner blew the draped curtains, and the tail of the curtains gently swept across the ground, and the friction of the fabric made a light rustling sound.

Like gentle wind chimes.

The light was so bright that it was blinding.

But the place where He Songfeng was sitting was very special. It was a blind spot. He could not see the hot sunlight coming in from the window, and he had to draw the curtain to avoid the big white light in the middle of the roof.

The corner is filled with soft mint green, like being immersed in a swimming pool, with ripples passing before your eyes and your body floating in the water.

Time seems to be suspended here, without identity, without contradiction, floating endlessly in the mint green pool.

Until Zhang Hejing took the initiative to put his hand and gently touched He Songfeng's fingertips, just a light taste.

He Songfeng turned his head, and their eyes met at this moment.

It is unclear whether it was a tacit understanding or Zhang Hejing's premeditated plan.

The moment their eyes met, He Songfeng hurriedly lowered his head, but before he could complete the action, Zhang Hejing's hand lifted his chin.

Zhang Hejing leaned slightly towards him, moving very slowly, giving He Songfeng enough time to escape.

Whether to kiss or run away is decided by He Songfeng.

These seemingly considerate and generous details of Zhang Hejing actually conceal his disdain and contempt for He Songfeng.

At this time, he was too confident.

She actually thought that after a brief period of friendship between the two, He Songfeng would like him and be willing to accept his kiss.

Zhang Hejing's confidence suffered a major setback.

He Songfeng, who had never refused anything before, did not even turn his face away this time, but actively and firmly pushed Zhang Hejing away.

A pair of hands were held straight between their chests, pushing them further and further away with an unwavering certainty that no escape would be allowed, until the little bit of tenderness between them was punctured by the thin bones.

Even the tenderness that had previously touched fingers disappeared in an instant.

The water cup fell to the ground.

Clear and cold.

All that remained was He Songfeng's estrangement and warning to Zhang Hejing, word by word:

"Be careful."

Zhang Hejing was still holding his glasses in one hand. Although he still maintained a calm and decent smile on his face, the glasses were actually being held precariously in his veiny palm.

The lenses were about, very soon, to burst dangerously from their frames.

Zhang Hejing's eyes were slightly out of focus. He couldn't suppress the humiliation brought by his overconfidence while controlling his facial expressions to show a perfect degree of gentleness.

His back teeth unconsciously clenched together, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes were half-closed.

It looked like a squinting smile, but more like a look of disdain.

Why?

Why push him away?

Zhang Hejing couldn't understand.

He was good enough to He Songfeng, better than anyone else.

He has money, he has looks, but in terms of temper and character, which one is worse than Cheng Yiliao?

Cheng Yiliao could press him against the wall or the sofa without even the slightest resistance from him.

Why?

Why was he always pushing me away? And he pushed me away so decisively and resolutely!

But! He obviously hasn’t done anything yet!!!

Zhang Hejing's eyeballs were hidden under his eyelids and were shaking violently, like a hydrogen balloon out of control.

The meridians around the solar plexus bulged, and one could see with the naked eye that those meridians were beating wildly like a heart pulse, with no limit on the speed.

The glasses had been broken by his palm, which had been clenched until it turned purple and was deprived of oxygen. The lenses were helplessly pulled out of the frame, with several cracks in different directions.

The edge of the lens was sharp and deeply embedded in Zhang Hejing's palm lines, causing the palm flesh to turn outward.

It hurts, but he doesn't know it.

He just felt it was unfair.

He Songfeng was unfair to him!

He Songfeng favors Cheng Yiliao!

They are all bad guys, why should they be treated differently?!

Zhang Hejing slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When she exhaled, she opened her clear eyes and looked at He Songfeng calmly and freely.

He went to get a glass of water for He Songfeng, handed it to him considerately, and asked with concern: "Don't you like men?"

He Songfeng shook his head. He didn't want to take the cup of water, but it was not a good idea for the other party to stand there with his hand outstretched. He had no choice but to take the cup of water.

No thanks.

Instead, he held the water cup in both hands, lowered his eyes and counted the ripples in the cup.

He Songfeng thought about it for a while, and finally decided to say it: "I have a boyfriend."

Zhang Hejing immediately grasped the meaning of this sentence and almost crushed his glasses together with his own: "Isn't this your first time?"

He Songfeng nodded in acknowledgment, and added: "Well, I've done everything. I'm not the clean lover you rich people want."

Zhang Hejing sat on the edge of the bed and didn't leave.

His gaze was still fixed on He Songfeng, examining him from head to toe.

Suddenly, he was able to accept the fact that He Songfeng did not have a first time.

It was because he met He Songfeng too late, so it was not He Songfeng's fault that he was deceived and cheated on first.

He Songfeng's family background is unfortunate, and his appearance and figure add to this misfortune.

The fact that he did not calmly tell Zhang Hejing that he had been raped was already the luckiest thing that happened to He Songfeng.

He Songfeng took a small sip of water and held it in his mouth to wash away the bloody smell from his nasal cavity.

When he turned around, he found Zhang Hejing still there. He was surprised and thought to himself that he was so shameless that he didn't even chase him away.

Zhang Hejing spoke with a smile, her voice as natural as flowing water: "I haven't tried being a mistress yet, but if the target is you, I'd like to try it."

Bang--

To be frank, a glass of cold water shattered Zhang Hejing's fantasy.

Mistress? Not even a friend!

He Songfeng's expression at this moment could no longer be described as distant and vigilant, but rather aggressive.

He Songfeng scolded him coldly:

"Have some shame."

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The door handle of the lounge turned quietly, creating a dark gap. The flamboyant leather rock bracelet on Cheng Yiliao's wrist flew forward and inserted into the gap in the door first.

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