Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Buffet

He Songfeng raised his head, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, intending to take back his treasure.

He had sold a kiss for it, so it should be his.

As a result, Zhao Jie easily dodged it with a twist of his wrist.

He Songfeng weighed it twice again, but was treated like a little bird, being teased and tossed around.

He sighed sadly, and reluctantly accepted the fact that he could not get the silver feather back.

Zhao Jie pinched his face and sneered:

"You want this thing so much? Did you buy it after selling it for a few nights? Or was it a gift from a boss? Well, that's true. After all, spending a night with me is only 4,000 yuan. You definitely don't think much of it."

The hands that were pinching the face changed to patting the face, twice on each side.

"Tell me the truth, how many have you slept with? One? Two? Or have you seduced every man around you?"

He Songfeng remained indifferent.

I've heard this kind of talk too many times, and it doesn't hurt.

Zhao Jieyi was the maggot in his body, turning this good piece of wood into a hollow bamboo.

He Songfeng felt empty inside. There was nothing left that could be hurt by Zhao Jie, a termite.

But even so, He Songfeng clenched his drooping hands into fists.

The phalanges at the finger joints stood out sharply, poking the thin layer of skin and causing it to become swollen with blood. The protruding bones on the outside of the wrist protruded high, as if the bones were broken and were about to tear a hole here.

He could not care about Zhao Jie at all, but he could not care about himself.

There are so many people here, and so many people have heard that he is a man who is loved by thousands of people.

But - it was obvious that only Zhao Jie had ridden past him, and no one else.

He is not a popular man, nor is he a traitor.

When he thought of this, He Songfeng's eyes, which were fixed high on the silver feather, drooped little by little, until the black mole on his eyelid almost popped out.

The limited energy and strength left is almost completely consumed by internal friction.

"If they want to seduce me, then seduce me."

He Songfeng was startled, and his eyelids drooped suddenly, and his black glass eyeballs trembled slowly in his eye sockets.

Surprised, he turned to look for the source of the sound.

But it was impossible to find out who said this, because the passers-by who were watching him were all saying the same thing.

"I wish he would seduce me. Having slept with such a top-notch girl, I wouldn't be at a disadvantage at all."

"Does that mean I can also throw money at him? Do I have a chance? Oh my god, how come I only know about such an important thing now?"

No one accused or criticized He Songfeng. They whistled at him and smeared his body with obscene glances, from head to toe, in public, nakedly fantasizing.

"Hey! He Songfeng! How much would you like to ride once? Just name your price. I'm willing to pay."

He Songfeng was not in a hurry. He always regarded such things and words as medals and honors.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jieyi jumped up anxiously, pointing at the person who was speaking and cursing:

"Fuck you! Say that again?! He Songfeng is mine, what are you doing? Yell, yell, yell!"

"Are you sick? Didn't you say that he can sleep well just because he's rich?"

"Then he is the only one who can sleep with me!"

A passerby who was cursing with Zhao Jie pointed back at him and said jokingly, "This dog is still protecting his food."

After hearing this, He Songfeng started laughing along for some unknown reason.

Zhao Jie pulled He Songfeng hard, and He Songfeng immediately restrained his expression.

Zhao Jieyi glared at him and scolded him again: "How much money did you collect from others outside? Can't I give it all to you? I will give you whatever you want."

He Songfeng said nothing.

His eyes fell on the silver feather that Zhao Jieyi had snatched away. He finally noticed the HERMES English logo engraved on the back of the silver feather. He silently said in his heart:

"This is Hermès. It's very valuable."

"He Songfeng, you're dropping out of school and coming back to town with me now."

Hearing this, He Songfeng gave an inappropriate smile.

When Zhao Jie saw that He Songfeng was not angry but laughing instead, he was so furious that he took out his trump card.

"If you don't want me to send out the entire video, then come with me. I've captured your face and your student ID card clearly. If I send it out, your life will be ruined."

Before He Songfeng could express his opinion, he suddenly received a sharp gaze from behind him, and the next second he saw Zhao Jie being kicked away.

At this moment, He Songfeng's arm, which had been numb due to lack of blood supply due to being pinched, felt a swelling and pain like the rising tide of the Qiantang River, rushing over him violently, as if it had been run over by a car.

Zhang Hejing took a few big steps, rushed to Zhao Jieyi, grabbed his collar and punched him again.

Not satisfied with the flesh-on-flesh punch, he used the wooden blocks strung on his wrists to hit Zhao Jieyi in the face.

This blow knocked Zhao Jie to his knees on the ground. He felt dizzy and kowtowed to He Songfeng.

Crying with a bruised face.

As soon as Zhao Jie realized that he was no match for Zhang Hejing, he quickly moved his body to hug He Songfeng's legs.

"He Songfeng, have you forgotten all the kindness I showed you before? You can't be so heartless. You can't just abandon me when you meet these rich people..."

He Songfeng lowered his head and eyes, his arms open like the Virgin Mary, maintaining a calm and composed expression with a meaningless smile.

As always, he only said those three words: "Thank you."

The atonement offered by He Songfeng hung in the air, unattainable for Zhao Jieyi, and the soothing action stopped there without further action.

The false Virgin Mary offers false salvation, and only foolish believers believe it, crying and kneeling, thinking that they can really get the Virgin Mary's mercy and love.

But He Songfeng is a fake saint. His surrender is not salvation. He just wants to bend down and pick up the valuable HERMES.

Before Zhao Jie could climb onto the porcelain-white hand that was extended to him, and before he could follow the clues to get close to it, the school security guards who arrived held him down and forcibly dragged him away.

Similarly, He Songfeng didn't have time to get his things back.

He Songfeng still maintained the posture of opening his arms and smiling faintly, but the difference was that he was stunned, and the corners of his smiling mouth stiffened a little.

She muttered in a low voice, unwillingly: "My Hermès... my money... give it back to me..."

Zhang Hejing walked back to He Songfeng and looked at him worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you need me to go to the infirmary with you?"

He Songfeng glanced at him, let out a short breath helplessly, returned to his usual expressionless look, and left without looking back.

He Songfeng didn't even say thank you to Zhang Hejing who helped him out.

Zhang Hejing saw clearly that He Songfeng said thank you twice to his silly boyfriend, but never once to him.

Zhang Hejing's hands trembled and clenched into fists. He followed He Songfeng unwillingly, stepping on his shadow and deliberately making his steps loud and heavy, and the wooden block on his wrist made a clanging sound.

He Songfeng didn't react at all.

Even when the series of noises suddenly disappeared, he didn't even turn around to look curiously.

He Songfeng has ignored Zhang Hejing as if he were air since he met him. It was the same before and it is still the same now.

Cheng Yiliao rubbed his body all over, Zhou Biao insulted him with words, Cheng Qiyong even had -

Only him, only him——

All he got was a harsh rejection from He Songfeng.

The glass of cold water was poured on his face, and he was scolded for being a shameless mistress.

The more Zhang Hejing thought about it, the more bloodshot his eyes became. He couldn't figure out what the difference was between him and those people?

Or did He Songfeng just like being forced? He just liked being forcibly restrained, pressed against the wall or the ground, or anywhere else, and then being thoroughly humiliated with the most filthy words.

Zhang Hejing stared at He Songfeng's back.

He took another step, but this time, the sound was almost inaudible.

He looked strangely like a vengeful ghost, lying on He Songfeng's back with deep resentment. Wherever He Songfeng went, he followed silently.

He Songfeng was taking a shower, so he pressed his face against the frosted glass on the bathroom door and peeked.

He Songfeng was cleaning the living room, so he opened the door a crack, revealing only a dark eye to peek in.

He Songfeng was asleep, so he simply unlocked the door and walked in, standing beside the bed, staring blankly with his head down.

He lowered his head, and lowered his head again——

He Songfeng on the bed moved suddenly and made an uneasy nasal sound.

Zhang Hejing was so shocked that he dared not move. This was not the first time he had spied on someone. He remembered that He Songfeng always slept very quietly and would not move after falling asleep.

Did he wake up?!

Zhang Hejing panicked a little, clenching his hanging hands into fists and then suddenly opening them.

His gaze quickly shifted from He Songfeng's face to his neck.

As long as He Songfeng dared to wake up, he would immediately strangle him by the neck, strangle all resistance, and then tear his face apart to do what he really wanted to do and vent it all at once.

"Hmm..."

He Songfeng moved his body in a daze.

Zhang Hejing's hand suddenly moved and was already hanging dangerously above He Songfeng's neck.

He Songfeng turned over, curled up into a ball, and continued to sleep.

Zhang Hejing breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed with regret.

His tangled brows were twisted into a knot.

I want to continue watching, but I am not satisfied with it and want to throw the jar into chaos.

Zhang Hejing knelt silently beside He Songfeng's bed, burying her face in the place where He Songfeng had been lying.

The remaining tenderness on the mattress had no time to dissipate before Zhang Hejing absorbed it into her skin and body.

He took a deep breath, exhaled reluctantly, and then quickly inhaled a second breath, for fear of missing even a little bit.

Not until the warmth on the mattress dissipated did Zhang Hejing stand up with satisfaction, a strange smile on his face.

It was a truly exhilarating visual experience.

Zhang Hejing left, quietly as if he had never been there, without any trace.

He returned to his room, and the screen of his mobile phone was flashing. He turned on the phone and entered the subscription group, and the group was flooded with messages.

Group owner uploads file: [video.mp4]

The group leader left a message: The slut was addicted to sex and took the initiative to seduce me. He even took out his student ID to destroy it himself. He said he didn't want to have a relationship with me, and just wanted to be a brainless little slut toy used only for sex.

Download conditions: You need to pay 2000 points.

1 point, 1 yuan.

[WOC! Other porn sites use their own money, but I use it to upgrade my equipment. The multi-camera HD filming is so professional. The elementary school footage is so clear, it's like a rose.]

[Why is your face still blurred? Your student ID is also blurred. Why don't you send it out so we can see which school you're from?]

Some people just wanted to watch the fun and pointed it out directly:

The school uniform is from the Private International Academy in Jialin City. The school's recently voted "campus hunk" looks like this (photo attached). I heard from current students that he's a bitch who can be fucked by thousands of people, and anyone can get him for money.

Cheng Yiliao was lurking in the group, snooping. When he saw these messages, his head was about to explode. He quickly tapped on the keyboard, cursing:

[How dare you say something without any basis?! What if it causes trouble for that classmate? Watch pornography, but don't spread rumors about it!]

Passerby: [Haha, this is him, you don’t recognize him? Are you his bootlicker?]

Cheng Yiliao: [You're crazy! What evidence do you have to prove it was that student? Whoever comes up with it must provide the evidence.]

Passerby: [You're anxious. If you're anxious, that proves it's him. You can't stand your master being fucked by so many people online, so why did you join this group? You cuckold, disgusting.]

[Noisy! What's there to argue about? Noisy, noisy, noisy all day long! Isn't it enough to have a primary school and a scanning pen?]

[Yeah, if Big Brother doesn't make money anymore, who will make up for the firewood I need?]

The group was silent for half a minute.

[Wife, Master, Mom, woof woof woof, the little male dog wants to lick your feet, wants to be stepped on by the Master's feet, and it would be the best if I could crush them to pieces. I want to be the Master's trash, useless little dog, woof woof woof——]

[I have so much water. Can you collect some and sell it? It smells nice. I can sell it to you for 2,000 per milliliter. I'm fine with that.]

【Take a look at β】

…………

Let me be fair. Just because my sister-in-law is my cousin doesn't mean that the good student who looks like my sister-in-law is also my cousin. Don't cause them to be misunderstood and affect their studies.

When Cheng Yiliao saw the message from the passerby, his breath felt hot. He picked up He Songfeng's torn school uniform with his backhand, squeezed it hard, covered his face with it and inhaled hard.

Because He Songfeng is really his sister-in-law! She is the one who actually called him sister-in-law!

At this moment, the video of my sister-in-law being humiliated over and over again is posted on the Internet and is being humiliated by many netizens.

Every inch of He Songfeng's body was clearly seen by thousands of people. They might never know He Songfeng in their lifetime, but they were more familiar with this body than He Songfeng.

After all, He Songfeng could never have seen himself blooming, but everyone who bought the video had seen it.

Cheng Yiliao protected He Songfeng while enjoying a feast of delicious food.

Cheng Qiyong definitely knew that he was cheating here, and the waves of his fantasies about his sister-in-law's cheating emotions were overwhelming Cheng Yiliao's sanity.

He wanted to kiss and lick the rose named He Songfeng, and wanted to pluck off all the petals with his fingers.

I want to bury my head in the pistil and sniff hard.

His mouth was dry and he just wanted to be a bee and suck up all the cool dew from the flower stamens in one breath.

Several times he wanted to rush out the door, break into He Songfeng's room opposite, and then do exactly as shown in the video.

He wanted to treat He Songfeng the same way Zhao Jieyi treated He Songfeng.

He Songfeng would never push him away, because He Songfeng, like him, was dissatisfied with Cheng Qiyong's autocratic dictatorship.

Even if He Songfeng doesn't cheat now, he will cheat behind Cheng Qiyong's back sooner or later. So why can't the person cheating be me, Cheng Yiliao?

Cheng Yiliao put his hand on the door handle and rushed out immediately, but soon backed down.

No, this excuse seems too self-serving.

Cheng Yiliao thought about it again, thinking of the uncensored video Zhao Jieyi had sent him. He and Zhao Jieyi were the only two viewers who always censored the video.

Yes! You can use this video to tell him that your ex-boyfriend is not a good guy, but I am a good guy, and you can have an affair with me.

Cheng Yiliao took great pains to convince himself, then opened the door and rushed out excitedly.

But he stopped after taking just one step.

What he didn't expect was that Zhou Biao was one step ahead of him.

Zhang Hejing didn't close the door when he left, so Zhou Biao went in whenever he wanted.

He Songfeng curled up in the corner of the room, his face still haggard and pale from waking up, staring at Zhou Biao weakly.

"Who opened your door? Or did you open it yourself?"

Zhou Biao smiled obscenely, and the malice in his eyes was like mud stuck on He Songfeng's pale face.

"You must be itchy down there! Let me help you, I'll clear it for you."

"Get out." He Songfeng scolded him.

"Why are you pretending? I think you just need a man to accompany you."

Zhou Biao laughed, took out his cell phone and turned up the volume to the maximum.

As soon as the sound came out of the phone, He Songfeng knew what it was.

It was a video secretly recorded by Zhao Jieyi. Zhao Jieyi called him to be a good boy, but he could only focus on making heavy breathing sounds.

"Hmm...hmm..."

“Haaa…haaa…”

It's so sweet and cloying, it makes my ears feel hot and itchy.

"This is you, the school uniform, the mole on your eye,"

Zhou Biao had already rushed to He Songfeng's bedside, grabbed his ankle without saying a word, and forcibly pulled him from the corner of the bed in front of him. Then Zhou Biao directly grabbed He Songfeng's head and forced him to watch the video on his mobile phone clearly.

Zhou Biao's big palms sunk deep into He Songfeng's hair, his fingertips pressed against his scalp, brushing against the fine strands of hair, making his palms feel numb and itchy.

"Look at you, you're rolling your eyes and drooling."

Zhou Biao stared at He Songfeng without blinking, trying to see the panicked look of begging for mercy on He Songfeng's face.

“…………”

He Songfeng slowly tilted his head, his head and eyes drooped, and he looked listless as if he had not woken up yet.

He didn't give Zhou Biao any look or reaction. His face was expressionless, like a cotton doll at the mercy of others. He sat there motionless.

Zhou Biao looked restless and swallowed his saliva. "Say something, will you give it to me?"

“…………”

"What do you mean by not talking? Tell me yourself, are you itchy down there and trying to seduce a man to ride you?"

He Songfeng was prepared to be raped, but when he heard Zhou Biao say this, his eyes rolled, and he glanced at Zhou Biao subtly, then laughed without warning.

"hehe……"

He Songfeng thought that the Cheng family and their lackeys were all cowardly and lustful.

When He Songfeng had already given up on himself and did not resist or refute.

If Zhou Biao wanted to, he could move in directly and do whatever he wanted to He Songfeng.

But Zhou Biao didn't dare. He even tried his best to induce He Songfeng to admit that he was the one who seduced him.

Only in this way can he report to Cheng Yiliao.

"Tell me, are you itchy down there and need a man?"

"Speak! Don't play dumb! Aren't you usually quite talkative? Isn't your mouth very powerful?"

Zhou Biao pinched He Songfeng's face and rubbed his lips fiercely with his thumb, but unexpectedly discovered that there was a scar left by a predecessor there.

"Who kissed you? Did you have sex with someone else during the day?"

Zhou Biao's teeth were about to break.

He Songfeng slowly regained consciousness. His eyeballs slowly turned against his eye sockets. He thought seriously for a moment, then pretended to be confused and said uncertainly in a low voice:

"Cheng Qiyong? Cheng Yiliao? Or Zhang Hejing? I don't know. I can't tell."

He Songfeng said this as if he had been done to by these three people at the same time and place during the day.

It wasn't even a buffet where everyone lined up one by one. Instead, everyone ate together at the same table, picking up the meat with their chopsticks and sharing it all.

Otherwise, how could He Songfeng not be able to tell who kissed the scar?

Zhou Biao's body shook.

He couldn't imagine that He Songfeng could say the names of these three people at the same time, and as Zhou Biao was at the bottom of the food chain, he didn't dare to act rashly.

But... when he thought about those young masters who had kissed her, he also wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to be a young master and sleep with a lover who was only worthy of being a young master.

Zhou Biao licked his dry lips and asked anxiously, "Can I kiss you? You've already let them kiss you, so I can do the same."

He Songfeng smiled again, squinting his eyes and giving a look of pity.

Zhou Biao hurriedly put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, afraid that he would run away, and said in a harsh voice: "If you don't say anything, it means you agree."

He Songfeng leaned back, his head falling with him. He felt that Zhou Biao was too timid, talking for a long time without any real action.

Zhou Biao lifted He Songfeng's head with his hands and threatened him in a low voice:

"You are not allowed to refuse me, or I will post this video on the school forum and expose your identity as a prostitute."

Zhou Biao stared at He Songfeng nervously. He had to wait for He Songfeng to truly agree with him before he dared to take the next step of crossing the line and cheating.

He Songfeng waited and waited but nothing happened. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked a question that didn't make sense:

"Zhou Biao, do you know Hermès?"

He Songfeng was still thinking about the silver feather that Zhao Jie took away, which was worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"how?"

"I……"

I want it, if you give it to me, I will give it to you once.

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Yiliao's ghost suddenly stood in the door frame, staring at the two of them grimly.

The two hands that were supporting He Songfeng's body lost their strength in an instant, as if they had been chopped off.

He Songfeng, this weak and rotten body, lost his support and fell down on the bed. He turned his head and looked at the coming storm calmly.

In almost the blink of an eye, Zhou Biao cleared himself and He Songfeng completely.

He stood alone by the bed, pointing at He Songfeng, his face flushed, and he cursed: "Brother Liao, it was him! He seduced me first!"

Cheng Yiliao kicked Zhou Biao, forcing him to kneel on the ground and not dare to make a sound.

Bang--!

Taiyangxue was hit again, and he saw stars and begged for mercy.

Cheng Yiliao clicked his tongue and focused his attention fiercely on He Songfeng.

He Songfeng raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Liao with a faint smile on his face. He was neither afraid nor ashamed.

Cheng Yiliao was holding a mobile phone in his hand and could vaguely see the figures of two men moving on the screen.

The breathing and panting in Zhou Biao's mobile phone continued. One was responsible for playing the sound, and the other was responsible for playing the picture. They accidentally formed a complete third-level movie, naked, playing naked in this room on a loop.

In such an extremely vulgar atmosphere, Cheng Yiliao grabbed He Songfeng by the collar, stood on the moral high ground, and scolded him:

"He Songfeng, if you feel itchy down there, just use a pen and do it yourself!"

He Songfeng did not react.

Cheng Yiliao pinched his face and controlled He Songfeng's gaze, not allowing him to run around or escape.

"Stop staring at men all day long. Do you really want to be a whore for everyone?!"

He Songfeng blinked and smiled faintly when he shouldn't have.

He raised his hands to cup Cheng Yiliao's cheeks, leaned closer and asked softly:

"Is it good? How many times have you imagined me being fucked by someone else?"

Cheng Yiliao's head was buzzing like a boiling kettle, making a sharp whistle. His intuition was like the lid of a kettle, being rattled in unison, and his head was about to be blown open by the heat.

Cheng Yiliao hurriedly turned off his phone, frowned and glared at him, then scolded him:

"What are you talking about?!"

He Songfeng repeated softly, speaking bluntly: "I said you just like watching me get fucked."

Cheng Yiliao's face suddenly turned blue and purple, his mouth was open and he was gasping for breath, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

He Songfeng let go of Cheng Yiliao, and Cheng Yiliao had to let go of He Songfeng because the temperature was too high.

He Songfeng once again fell heavily back into the mattress like a puppet with a broken spine, sinking deep into it like a fish on a chopping board.

His collar was askew, and the hem was lifted up and pressed down on his back, revealing a white waistline. His two slender legs were spread out in a big letter shape. He Songfeng had trapped himself in the vulgar situation of eating as soon as the lid was opened.

Zhou Biao became a mouse, covering his swollen temples, and even in such a dangerous moment, he had to muster up the courage to peek at He Songfeng.

When He Songfeng's hands were clasped behind his back on the edge of the bed, he was even so perverted that he secretly kissed Cheng Yiliao when she wasn't paying attention.

Zhou Biao kissed He Songfeng's thumb, put it in his mouth and sucked it quickly, then immediately went back to his splitting headache and begging for mercy.

He lowered his head and couldn't help revealing an obscene joy, and his lower abdomen became more restless and painful than ever before because of the stimulation brought by coveting and invading his master's property in front of his master.

He Songfeng exhaled tiredly, retracted his finger, raised it and pointed at the open door frame, saying, "Everyone get out. I'm going to sleep."

"Who are you giving orders to?"

Cheng Yiliao knelt between He Songfeng's legs. He supported one hand on He Songfeng's ear and the other hand on the black mole under He Songfeng's eye. He rubbed He Songfeng's eye sockets viciously again and again until his eyelids twitched and salty, transparent tears oozed out uncontrollably as if he was incontinent.

Cheng Yiliao suddenly turned around, stared at Zhou Biao, and with a strange smile, invited him: "Want to join us?"

Zhou Biao's breath hitched, and he licked his lips with his tongue. He couldn't hide his smile and asked humbly, "Really? Can I?"

Cheng Yiliao raised his hand and slapped Zhou Biao in the face, making him dizzy.

Cheng Yiliao lowered his head again and forced himself to complete the kiss that he had not been able to give Cheng Qiyong during the day.

But He Songfeng refused to open his mouth to cooperate, so he could only bite He Songfeng's lips, biting the scar on his lips until it bleeds, and using his teeth marks to cover up all traces of his existence.

He Songfeng opened his clear eyes and looked expressionlessly at the childish man in his arms who was moving like he was sucking milk.

Cheng Yiliao suddenly looked up, and their two pairs of eyes met, their eyelashes tangled and pushing each other.

Cheng Yiliao pleaded quietly, "Don't tell my brother."

He Songfeng blinked, which caused Cheng Yiliao to blink with him.

Cheng Yiliao moved closer, this time kissing He Songfeng's lips. Their upper and lower lips overlapped when they spoke, and every word they spoke was an insult to He Songfeng's lips.

"Please, just treat me like a dog. I'll come over and lick you when I'm starving. Don't tell my brother."

He Songfeng opened his mouth to refuse, and fell into Cheng Yiliao's trap.

The other party just came straight towards me.

He Songfeng's eyebrows trembled, his eyes opened wider, and his eyebrows raised higher.

What shocked him even more was that Cheng Yiliao actually imitated the way Cheng Qiyong kissed him and used the same posture.

During the face-to-face teaching in the afternoon, Cheng Yiliao studied very seriously and could even reproduce the rhythm exactly.

He Songfeng closed his eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was Cheng Qiyong or Cheng Yiliao who was kissing him.

Cheng Yiliao let go of He Songfeng and asked for credit with a smile: "Am I better than my brother?"

“…………”

He Songfeng deliberately ignored him.

Cheng Yiliao's expression also turned cold, and he complained unhappily: "You always treat me coldly and violently like this."

He Songfeng tilted his head tiredly, his gaze slowly drifting towards the corner.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blurry figure in the dark and empty door frame. The figure was not very noticeable, and it seemed that the other person was trying hard to conceal his presence.

When He Songfeng wanted to look harder, the figure disappeared in a flash.

Amid the sound of Cheng Yiliao sucking his water, he could vaguely hear Dara knocking on wood, which was very deliberate.

At the same time, his hand that was clutching the edge of the bed was once again held by Zhou Biao, but this time Zhou Biao seemed not satisfied with hand-to-mouth. He urgently needed this hand to soothe a hotter place.

He Songfeng pulled back his hand and slapped Cheng Yiliao, stunning him and also making Zhou Biao feel lost.

"My brother can kiss, why can't I?!"

He Songfeng refused: "You can't."

Cheng Yiliao wanted to pinch He Songfeng's eyes, but He Songfeng slapped him away with one hand.

He Songfeng pointed at the door frame again, his attitude firm: "Get out."

Cheng Yiliao was unwilling, but was frightened by He Songfeng's sudden attitude.

He didn't move and remained in a stalemate with He Songfeng.

He Songfeng raised his hand and slapped him again.

The slap was not very strong, it didn't hurt at all, it even felt like a caress.

In order to satisfy He Songfeng, Cheng Yiliao grabbed He Songfeng's hand and taught him how to slap himself hard.

Snap——

Cheng Yiliao used He Songfeng's hand to slap himself, causing his eyes to glow golden, his chest to sink and then slowly rise, and he let out a heavy breath in embarrassment.

“…………”

He Songfeng had no expression on his face and showed no reaction.

"Don't be angry, I'll just go out."

Cheng Yiliao held up He Songfeng's fingertips, kissed them devoutly, and admitted his mistake.

He reluctantly stepped back from He Songfeng, picked up Zhou Biao with his backhand, and kicked him with his leg, "Get out."

They all left.

Before leaving, Cheng Yiliao kindly helped He Songfeng close the door.

But they didn't leave completely. The smell of tobacco seeped in from the crack in the door. Cigarette ash stumbled in from the crack, disturbing He Songfeng's peace.

He Songfeng turned over, lay on the bed, curled himself up into a ball, and tried his best to suppress the feeling of nausea in his stomach.

The thin arms pressed on the thin belly have little pain relief effect.

His body is a thin leaf that breaks at the slightest bend.

The blood vessels are like leaf veins, and they may break along with the body at any time, causing death by heavy bleeding.

That night——

The chaotic world did not quiet down because He Songfeng fell asleep.

On the contrary, the school forum is extremely lively, even to the point of being fanatical.

【Explosion】【Guess who this is? (Attachment: He Songfeng.gif)】

1L: ? ? ? Come and see the fun @Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior @Invincible Coriander King

Borrowing the building. After admiring the campus hunk's body, I vowed to lose weight and get in shape. So I decided to order a 99 New Crazy Thursday bucket of ten wings. I only ate one Orleans grilled wing. For sale at a sincere price of 35R. East District Dormitory 5018, meet and greet.

2L: The face is blurred, so it’s hard to say. I’ll wait and see.

: Is there any need to wait and see? It’s true at first glance.

3L: She usually looks serious, but I didn’t expect that she actually indulges herself like a bursting cream puff in private. Wow.

: Who is it? Please decode it, please, please, please——

Are you blind? Isn't the file name written with the first and last name?

190L: Cheap short video of He Songfeng comforting himself.

:Private message for you.

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201L: Those who take advantage of the chaos to sell movies will die, deduct 1 and directly send a set of photos + videos for free

:1111

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1087L: Why haven't the administrators closed this thread yet? This has become known to the whole school.

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In the picture, the handsome and fair-skinned man lies on his back in front of the camera, his eyes hidden behind the mosaic, looking blankly and innocently at the camera, and his thin hands force the photographer to hold hands.

The school uniform on the side was folded neatly, with the school badge facing upwards.

And he was trembling in the dirt and mud.