Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Touch the secret, it’s so sweet…

Zhou Biao pressed his hand down and received a cold, hard click as a response.

The door is locked from the inside and the key is still in the keyhole. Even if someone outside has the key, they can't insert it into the keyhole to open the door.

This was all thanks to Cheng Yiliao, the clothes thief, which made He Songfeng's vigilance level rise to a new high.

Zhou Biao couldn't open the door, so he grabbed the handle and shook it like crazy, making a continuous banging sound. The keyhole experienced a once-in-a-century earthquake, and the lock core and key trembled violently like sieve chaff.

It looks like it's about to shake the door apart.

"Smart, He Songfeng."

Zhou Biao gritted his teeth. He did have the key, but he didn't expect He Songfeng to be so defensive.

Zhou Biao chuckled and continued to humiliate He Songfeng viciously, then turned to begging: "Just let me try, I will definitely serve you comfortably."

At this time, the word Zhou Biao used was "serve".

He was really thirsty for He Songfeng, especially when he thought that someone else had already gotten into this small dormitory. He was shaking like crazy, and the muscles in his arms that were against the door swelled up and reacted violently.

He was envious to the point of going crazy, and jealous to the point of dying.

But the only response he got was the faint sound of wind outside the window.

Zhou Biao couldn't open the door, and He Songfeng didn't respond as if he was dead.

In the end, he could only pace back and forth outside the door, deliberately crushing the cigarette butt on the floor in front of He Songfeng's door, making his own mark like a dog.

In the end, he could only return to his room helplessly and angrily.

Calm gradually returned outside the door, and He Songfeng finally felt relieved and went to sleep. The next morning, he swept out the "deposit" that was brought into the bedroom as if it were garbage.

Before leaving for school, He Songfeng took out the school uniform that had been left in the washing machine overnight and quickly flattened it to dry.

The other three people don’t use this washing machine, so He Songfeng is still very relieved about it.

The school uniform is a Western-style one, a black blazer made of a rich, textured fabric. The black and yellow school emblem is embroidered on the left side. The school thoughtfully prepared a full set for needy students, including a tie and leather shoes, which they would have brought themselves. But since there's only one set, it needs to be carefully kept.

He Songfeng received a tie with a gray-blue background and silver-white diagonal stripes.

He Songfeng had tried it beforehand and it was very slimming and suited him.

Especially this tie, which matches his misty, distant and cold face very well.

There will be a student assembly next week, and he will wear this school uniform to go on stage to receive the award.

By then, he will be able to get his third certificate and show it off in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

When He Songfeng thought of this, his mood became very good, and he had a smile on his face all day long. Even if those three people came to him to make trouble, He Songfeng could pretend not to see them, restrain his eyes, and let them go one by one.

However, when he came back from evening study, something unfortunate happened.

There was indeed no problem with the washing machine, but his school uniform hanging on the clothesline was maliciously cut up.

And only two pieces of cloth were cut on the chest and the crotch area.

The upper body looks like maternity nursing clothes, and the lower body looks like baby crotch pants.

Very vulgar method.

He Songfeng stood there for a long time, but still couldn't accept such an unfortunate result.

The hanging palms clenched quietly, and the nails almost penetrated the skin and broke the blood vessels.

He thought that if he didn't have a school uniform, he wouldn't be able to go on stage to receive the award, and the award that belonged to him would be passed on to the next person.

He has nothing left, the only thing he has is one or two certificates.

This is all he has.

He couldn't sleep the whole night, tossing and turning in bed, wondering who else could hate him so much?

Either Zhou Biao or Cheng Yiliao.

Zhou Biao once again put Cheng in shackles and treated him like a dog.

He Songfeng got up early in the morning, took the damaged school uniform, walked to Cheng Yiliao's door and knocked on it.

There was no air conditioning in the living room. The cold air coming out from the crack of Cheng Yiliao's door lingered on He Songfeng's round and white toes, trying to drill into deeper gaps.

"Cheng Yiliao."

He Songfeng mentioned the full name word by word.

Finding that Cheng Yiliao still hadn't responded, he couldn't help but knock on the door faster, but still restrained his strength.

Not long after, He Song heard the rustling sound of slippers rubbing on the floor from inside, and the sound became more and more obvious.

The door finally opened.

Cheng Yiliao was only wearing a pair of underwear, the edge of which was casually tied around his muscular waist, leaving two dents on the edge of his waist.

Cheng Yiliao was very open and even straightened his back to show off.

"Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Cheng Yiliao's voice sounded lazy, as if he had just woken up.

He Songfeng put his hands around his tattered school uniform and warned him seriously, "Dress properly."

Cheng Yiliao was waiting for He Songfeng to talk about this. He laughed heartily and naturally changed the topic to pornographic waste: "Are you so fond of it that you can't take your eyes off it?"

He Songfeng turned his head, lowered his eyes, half-closed his eyes to hide his sight, and then cursed: "You pervert."

It's not that he was shy or anything, he just felt it was dirtying his eyes and didn't want to look.

"Tsk tsk, I just like hearing you scold me"

Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath, and his chest just rose up, then slowly let go, and he exhaled a leisurely breath in comfort.

He Songfeng added, "A blue male dog."

"Why are you scolding me? You didn't react when you woke up early? Don't you have that thing?"

Cheng Yiliao deliberately squeezed in front of He Songfeng, forcing He Songfeng to raise his lowered head. His eyes were wide and bright, staring at Cheng Yiliao with disgust.

He Songfeng pursed his lips. He wanted to refute, but found that Cheng Yiliao was right.

As a young boy with full of energy, this is a normal physiological reaction. He Songfeng would do this occasionally, but every time he got up, he would sit by the bed for a while, and that time was enough for him to calm down completely.

Cheng Yiliao looked at He Songfeng with a lost look in his eyes, as if he was conflicted about whether to scold him or not.

He asked in confusion, "Are you really a man?"

After asking, he said, "Let me touch you."

He Songfeng's body trembled, and his hanging hands suddenly clenched into fists. The thin finger bones covered by the skin stood up bony, pushing out sharp spots on the skin.

He exerted a lot of strength in his wrist, which was about to break through the skin through his finger bones, causing He Songfeng's wrist to ache and his palm to hurt.

Not long after, the hands quietly opened and turned from fists into a thin piece of cloth.

Cheng Yiliao's palms were big and strong. Seeing that He Songfeng didn't react, he rubbed even harder.

He also chatted about pornographic garbage without letting go:

"Tsk tsk, you don't have any, what a pity. If you had, I would really kneel down and lick it for you right there."

He Songfeng opened his fist not to persuade himself to give up, but quite the opposite.

He raised his hand and slapped Cheng Yiliao directly in the face.

A loud snap broke the silence of the early morning and made Cheng Yiliao's left ear buzz.

He probably didn't expect that He Songfeng, who was as thin as a leaf, could burst out with such great strength, making half of his face red and swollen.

Perhaps there were too many emotions in this slap, and at this moment all of them were poured out on Cheng Yiliao in a complicated way, so it was so heavy and painful.

Cheng Yiliao didn't turn his face straight for a long time. He just lay half sideways with his upper body hunched and his head hanging listlessly to one side.

The chest went from rising and falling slowly, then gradually accelerated, turning into rapid panting.

Like an engine fully fueled, it accelerates visibly, becoming more and more excited and louder.

Cheng Yiliao's hand was like the claw of a claw machine, stabbing forward suddenly.

He Songfeng was so shocked that he couldn't move.

He never resisted.

Naturally, he didn't know what to do after this slap, so he didn't take any defensive stance and looked at him calmly as usual.

He thought about it, and once again strengthened his arm, trying to take back the hand he had used to hit someone. As a result, his arm and Cheng Yi's shackles stuck together, like the contrast between the thickness of a toothpick and a telephone pole.

Faced with the huge size difference, He Songfeng gave up struggling to avoid wasting energy, getting injured and suffering pain.

Go ahead and hit him, give him a slap in the face.

Or drag him into the room and fuck him.

He Songfeng admitted defeat.

He was reflecting that he really shouldn't have ignored the difference in strength and provoked a mad dog when no one was around.

He Songfeng waited for a while.

What he got was Cheng Yiliao taking He Songfeng's palm and pressing the palm print against his face. Like a coat of arms, he pressed it fiercely into the wound. His fingers fit the palm print perfectly, and his palm was stained with the other party's rapidly rising red temperature.

The soreness and stinging pain quickly spread across Cheng Yiliao's face. His chest rose and fell more violently, and he panted excitedly like a dog.

"Your hands are so small and smooth. I really want to put them in my mouth and eat them in one bite."

Cheng Yiliao finished reciting in a daze, and when he looked up, he saw He Songfeng with a look of extreme surprise.

He found it unbelievable that Cheng Yiliao did not fight back.

Cheng Yiliao's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the day when He Songfeng was injured by him, and his mood couldn't help but drop.

If that day hadn't happened, He Songfeng would probably still be squinting at him as usual, and then uttering a tickling joke from his moist pink lips.

He will still be that light feather hanging high in the sky.

Cheng Yiliao paused, lowering his voice to a whisper as he cursed himself: "I'm a stupid dog. I couldn't control my emotions that day. I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

He Songfeng quickly scanned the process and shackles with a look as if they were garbage, and pulled his hand back.

"I don't accept it."

He Songfeng touched his lips and cursed softly again.

"waste."

He wanted to leave, but at this moment, He Songfeng's phone rang at an inopportune time. It was Zhao Jieyi.

He turned his head and naturally ignored Cheng Yiliao's presence, busy answering the phone to his ear.

"My dear, I'm at your school gate..."

Hearing the other party's voice, He Songfeng frowned slightly, and his eyelids drooped slightly because of displeasure.

Two round, dark moles were glaring in Cheng Yiliao's eyes, like fruits on the altar of a god, but at this moment, Cheng Yiliao was staring at them in a blasphemous manner.

What’s more, this god was worshipped by others, but the gospel was tarnished by this evil man.

Cheng Yiliao put his hands around He Songfeng's waist and tentatively pushed him against the wall.

Sneaking around, he found that He Songfeng didn't refuse. He stood up straight like a mangy dog ​​and rubbed against him enthusiastically, like a bear rubbing against a tree.

Cheng Yiliao buried his face in the crook of He Songfeng's neck, breathing heavily and biting his ear while speaking softly:

"Your boyfriend?"

He Songfeng nodded frankly in acknowledgement.

The water in Cheng Yiliao's head suddenly boiled.

"Fuck...are you really going to make me die of pleasure before you're satisfied?"

Cheng Yiliao felt that breathing was difficult. Just breathing through his nose was not enough to satisfy the heart's oxygen supply to the brain. He had to use his mouth, nose and throat together and open the pores of his skin to barely stabilize the hot air surging in his chest.

"He Songfeng, you're so awesome! I've lived for eighteen years and have seen all kinds of people."

"It's you. I'm going to plant you here."

Cheng Yiliao licked his lips and begged:

"Come on, scold me a couple more times."

Zhao Jieyi on the phone kept apologizing and admitting his mistakes to He Songfeng: "Dear, I've prepared a lot of gifts for you. Can you just come out and see me? I know I have a bad temper and my words are harsh, but I really like you. I miss you so much, baby. Please, if you come to see me, I will kneel on the ground and apologize to you. I will give you all my money and my bank card."

He Songfeng listened expressionlessly to the two men's voices that kept circling in his ears and showing their courtesy. He calmly used his school uniform as a sack and put it on Cheng Yiliao's head.

He didn't say anything, his torn school uniform was asking for justice for him from Cheng Yiliao.

Zhao Jieyi cried out fiercely from the phone receiver, "Dear, if you want it, I will give you my life!"

Cheng Yiliao chuckled and cursed him as a dead lickspittle.

His piercing eyes peeked out from the shameful hole in his school uniform's chest. He blinked and told He Songfeng the truth:

"He Songfeng, you know me. I'm a thousand times more disgusting than this thief."

He Songfeng tilted his head and held the phone, and quickly covered Cheng Yiliao's mouth with his free hand, signaling him to be quiet with his eyes.

The fingertips of her palms were icy cold, and when they covered Cheng Yiliao's mouth, she really felt like a Bodhisattva with a clavicle, judging people by their beauty.

He Songfeng, expressionless, sprinkled cool dew from his fingertips on the eager believer in front of him, relieving the restlessness and anxiety that was deeply troubled by lust.

However, Cheng Yiliao soon realized that He Songfeng only had this one school uniform, and he would have to pay for it if it was damaged.

He Songfeng cannot afford to pay this money.

Rather than receiving the Bodhisattva's mercy, it is better to drag the Bodhisattva into the quagmire.

"School uniforms cost 4,000 yuan to rent. Do you have the money?"

Cheng Yiliao licked He Songfeng's fingertips.

He Songfeng's face suddenly changed. When he mentioned money, his inherent inferiority complex about being poor couldn't help but show up.

Even my tense bones relaxed, and my phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Cheng Yiliao raised his foot, moved it to the phone, and stepped on it.

It was as if she was stepping on He Songfeng's real boyfriend, and the despicable coveteran felt a sense of comfort of "victory".

"It's easy. Just use your mouth."

Cheng Yiliao extended his index finger and pressed it on He Songfeng's soft pink lips.

"I won't make it difficult for you. Right here, in front of your partner, I'll give you a set of school uniforms."

He Songfeng didn't think too much and let out a light nasal sound from his nose.

"Um."

Cheng Yiliao's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at He Songfeng expectantly.

first.

For the first time, his money worked on He Songfeng!

Cheng Yiliao shouted excitedly, "Really?!"

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