Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Power and Sex Transaction

He Songfeng's brows were completely relaxed, his beauty was tranquil and calm, so when he enjoyed Zhao Jieyi's pain and blood and flesh, the scene became strangely like a monster, a ghost in the Painted Skin of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

He was good at painting the exterior, but the inside was extremely dirty and empty.

He Songfeng had never felt so comfortable.

He laughed so hard that his waist ached and his body kept leaning forward. He laughed so hard that he was suffocating due to lack of breath and tears squeezed out of his eyes.

Dog bites dog so interesting.

He Songfeng applauded, like an audience watching a play, giving enthusiastic response to the wonderful performance on stage.

He had never been worshipped like this by anyone, with people kneeling, crying, and crawling to beg him.

From childhood to adulthood, I have been belittled and weakened, and told that I have accomplished nothing and have nothing.

Zhao Jieyi always said that if he had left Zhao Jieyi, he would have died in the mountains long ago.

He actually thought so for a long time, and served Zhao Jieyi for a long time out of gratitude.

If the secret filming and publishing had not happened, He Songfeng would have continued to serve Zhao Jieyi like this.

Half a lifetime?

lifetime?

In short, He Songfeng will have to wait until the day when Zhao Jie gets tired of him and plays him to death, and then he will passively wait for his release.

He Songfeng thought that a tiny speck of dust like him would be manipulated by these lunatics and torn to pieces.

I never thought that such a dog-eat-dog drama would happen.

Now - Zhao Jieyi actually knelt down and begged for a peaceful separation.

Absurd and ridiculous.

It's so enjoyable.

Cheng Yiliao was so fascinated by He Songfeng's every move that he forgot to continue beating up the bad guys under his command.

Everyone laughed at King You of Zhou for lighting beacons to trick the princes in order to gain a smile from Bao Si.

Cheng Yiliao felt the same way as King You of Zhou at this moment.

If a beautiful woman can smile, she can even set herself on fire, not to mention lighting a beacon tower.

Cheng Yiliao squeezed next to He Songfeng and rubbed his dirt on him without caring about it.

He stared at He Songfeng blankly, thinking that He Songfeng would definitely scold him.

He Songfeng slowly tilted his head and looked at him almost dotingly, looking into Cheng Yu's eyes like a reward.

She didn't scold him, and even used her clean hands to wipe the blood from his eyes.

Cheng Yiliao's legs went weak and he almost knelt down to worship He Songfeng and express his gratitude for the reward from his master.

"Don't hate me anymore. I'm willing to do anything for you as long as you smile."

He Songfeng was flattered to hear such words and stopped smiling.

"Really?"

Cheng Yiliao nodded affirmatively:

"real."

He Songfeng looked at Cheng Yiliao with a smile on his face, full of tolerance and attachment. His wet eyes seemed to be saying: I am so touched.

But at the moment when their gazes met and became the muddiest and most ambiguous——

He Songfeng took the initiative to cut off the connection, pointed at the bloody and half-dead man on the ground, and whispered harshly:

"Then you go die, just like him."

It wasn't enough to say this, he had to straighten his gaze again, staring at Cheng Yiliao's face that had lost all warmth and color, and once again, word by word, uttered two cold and vicious words:

"Go—die—"

After the words are spoken, it is time to take action.

He Songfeng raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Yiliao's neck quickly and decisively.

This time it was not a warning, but a real pinching with both hands, pinching into the bones.

His face went from laughing to calm and back to laughing again.

He Songfeng wasn't a lotus; he couldn't remain untainted even when immersed in mud. He accepted the fact that he was not clean, and also accepted the vicious and despicable face that had been bred in his chest.

He just tolerates everything like this.

Be tolerant of the good and the bad as well.

He followed suit and treated Cheng Yiliao the same way Cheng Yiliao abused Zhao Jieyi.

Tighten your palms, and tighten them again.

The thin bamboo pole's arms trembled violently, warning its owner that its strength had reached its limit.

But He Songfeng was still not satisfied. He lowered his head and put his twisted smile into Cheng Yiliao's eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Yiliao's face was furious, and his bloodshot eyes were almost about to burst from their sockets due to the intraocular pressure.

Cheng Yilao was suffocating, his legs were weak, and he knelt in front of He Songfeng.

He Songfeng was strangely abnormal.

But Cheng Yiliao is not necessarily more normal than He Songfeng.

Far from being afraid of the life-threatening suffocation on his neck, he squeezed out an obscure sound from his throat with increasing excitement, and shouted and screamed with his chest puffed out:

"Great! So great! He Songfeng——!"

Cheng Yiliao enjoyed being abused by He Songfeng crazily. He did not want to escape for his life, but instead stretched out his hands and wrapped them around He Songfeng's legs.

He was like ivy, clinging tightly to He Songfeng's body and moving upwards until He Songfeng's lower body was completely parasitically bound by Cheng Yiliao.

Cheng Yiliao went crazy and yelled, "Hurry harder! Strangle me to death! Strangle me to death!"

His chest rumbled like a steam locomotive, making rhythmic rumbling sounds.

It was visible to the naked eye that Cheng Yiliao's body had swelled up into a painful purple-red due to the excitement caused by being pinched, and his purple meridians were bulging to the point of almost bursting.

But I couldn't hear any begging for mercy from him, only pleasure.

It was the most thorough pleasure that He Songfeng felt because he hated him to the core.

The surging sea of ​​hatred washed away Young Master Cheng's numbed emotions in the midst of a life of decadence and debauchery.

He was so happy that he wanted to be in He Songfeng's hands.

And that’s exactly what he did.

————!

The sirens suddenly sounded.

They stopped outside the warehouse door.

All the disputes and entanglements came to an abrupt end the moment the strong light came in.

He Songfeng stood aside wrapped in a blanket, looking coldly, as if someone else had gone crazy not long ago.

His pale face still retained traces of purple color from the swollen blood vessels caused by excessive excitement.

It is so fragile that it seems like it will fall down if the wind blows.

He saw people in white clothes carrying stretchers in and out.

After being numb for a while, He Songfeng finally spoke and asked, "Is he dead?"

The other party shook his head, "Not dead, but seriously injured."

"Hmm..." He Songfeng sighed softly: "What a pity."

He Songfeng followed him to the police station.

"Is it true that Zhao secretly recorded private videos of you and him and sold them online?"

“…Trafficking?!”

He Songfeng's ears exploded violently.

The policeman in front of him was still talking, but he couldn't hear a word.

He Songfeng still thought too highly of Zhao Jie. Until now, if the police had not told him, he would have simply believed that it was just a secret recording and posted online.

In other words, the money He Songfeng got from Zhao Jieyi and Zhao Jieyi's new car were all the money He Songfeng earned from selling himself.

The money should have belonged to him, but he ridiculously exchanged it for his own body.

More importantly, this made He Songfeng realize that his body was more valuable than he imagined.

He Songfeng took a deep breath, tried his best to remain calm, and put on a respectable smile: "I don't know anything about this matter. I only know that I secretly recorded and spread it. Please investigate it thoroughly."

The police asked some more questions, but He Songfeng just shook his head and said he didn't know.

He was not clear about it, and even if he did, he was not willing to face his ugly past.

The lights in the mediation room were too bright, so dazzling that it seemed as if the world had turned into the black and white gray of death, with little sense of being alive left.

Seeing that He Songfeng was not in good condition, the other party had no choice but to let him go.

"Go back and have a good rest. We will contact you again if there is any situation."

He Songfeng left the police station.

It was already bright outside, and judging by the people hurrying back and forth on the road, it was probably around six or seven o'clock.

He leaned against the pillar outside the police station, looking at the handsome man through the glass wall.

He pondered something gloomily.

A sentence flashed through my mind.

"Step on me and go up."

It seemed that He Songfeng won that day, but in fact, Cheng Qiyong's temptation had already parasitized He Songfeng's soul in a disgusting way.

At the moment when He Songfeng was confused and bewildered, it quickly took root and sprouted, attacking the host.

He Songfeng tightened the blanket around himself and calmly accepted the result of being corrupted.

He raised his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror obscenely.

It’s not like I have nothing, at least I still have this beautiful appearance.

Just like that night when I said “I love you” to Zhao Jieyi in bed, I easily got four thousand yuan.

Step on it and go up.

He wants to move up, and he doesn't necessarily have to step on anyone, anyone is fine.

Just have to go up.

He figured it out and thought it through.

"You bastard, I want to fuck you, and you can still smile."

He Songfeng teased the handsome man in the mirror, but this time no one covered their face out of shyness.

He left naturally, the blanket draped calmly around him, not falling, but not wrapped tightly around him either.

Open, just like the legs he was about to open.

…………

Dada——

Cheng Qiyong's heavy and clear footsteps echoed in the corridor. He held a bag of documents in his left hand and a cell phone in his right hand. His face was stern and he asked impatiently:

"Cheng Yiliao, what are you bothering me with this time?"

The voice on the other end muttered guiltily, "Fighting into Orange."

Cheng Qiyong's face turned even worse. He couldn't maintain his dignity anymore and simply slumped and cursed: "How old are you? Are you still young? You don't even have this much self-control. Your parents would rather have a dog than you. This is how you've ruined the reputation of the Cheng family bit by bit."

The man who was being scolded on the phone suddenly became confident and righteous again. He shouted:

"I'm doing this for He Songfeng. Someone is bullying him."

Cheng Qiyong said "Oh" and said calmly:

"Then I thank you on his behalf."

Cheng Qiyong's heavy footsteps stopped and he turned to face the door of his office.

He found that the curtains were drawn, the door was ajar, and there was a dark red stain on the threshold, all of which suggested to Cheng Qiyong that someone was there.

Cheng Yiliao's voice became noisy, timid but unwilling: "You for him??? You... Oh, you, forget it, anyway, I came in to fight for my sister-in-law, you have to save me."

Cheng Qiyong ignored him, pushed the door open and walked in, closing it with his hands behind his back and twisting his thumb.

Click——

The door was locked.

At the same time, the line of sight extends parallel to the front.

At this moment, Cheng Yiliao, the object of his rage, stood naked in the middle of his office. His school uniform was neatly folded like a tofu block on the table, the school badge still facing upwards, without a speck of dust.

"He Songfeng is very pitiful, brother, please stop bullying him."

Cheng Yiliao was still talking, although he didn't speak out loud, but his loud voice was loud enough to penetrate the air.

He Songfeng opened his arms, everything was open.

He lowered his eyebrows obediently and whispered to Cheng Qiyong, "Come here."

Cheng Qiyong was not in a hurry to go over. He could hear Cheng Yiliao pleading for He Songfeng's kindness.

"He Songfeng is the best person I've ever met. If he had bad intentions, wouldn't he have slept with me long ago? He has never had sex with me, Zhang Hejing, or Zhou Biao."

Cheng Qiyong pressed the hands-free button and looked at He Songfeng jokingly.

Cheng Yiliao said, "He Songfeng is really pure and clean. I like him. Please give him to me."

Cheng Qiyong raised his eyes and saw the protagonist's self-degradation in such confident words.

"Cheng Qiyong, come here."

He Songfeng stood there and waved to Cheng Qiyong.

"What are you doing here?"

Cheng Qiyong walked slowly forward, standing half an arm's length away from He Songfeng, restraining his gaze.

He Songfeng opened her arms and threw her snow-white body into Cheng Qiyong's embrace. He raised his head and chuckled: "Fuck me."

Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chin and squeezed it.

"Look at what you've done to my stupid brother. He really thinks you're a god."

He Songfeng was picked up and placed on the table.

With both hands clasped, it was imprisoned.

The moment the cold, hard tabletop touched his tender flesh, He Songfeng's body stiffened noticeably, but he forced himself to suppress the discomfort.

He put his arms on Cheng Qiyong's shoulders, leaned forward, and put himself in front of Cheng Qiyong.

He pressed against Cheng Qiyong's nose, smiling broadly, weakening and sexualizing himself:

"I am the cousin of the immortal, and I know the truth from the mouth. I don't blame him for admitting his mistake."

"Shh, don't say such cheap things."

Cheng Qiyong's fingers fiddled with He Songfeng's lips, and his other hand pinched He Songfeng's waist:

"You are a god, not a cousin."

He Songfeng was laid down, his entire back pressed against the table, and the arm that was resting on Cheng Qiyong's shoulder was replaced by a well-proportioned, straight leg.

My knees hit my collarbone several times, leaving a red mark on it. The scarred collarbone protested with stinging pain from the broken skin.

At the same time, the phone of the person they were talking to, named Cheng Yiliao, was placed steadily between the two people's overlapping hands without being hung up.

"Hello? Hello, hello? Is the signal bad?"

Cheng Yiliao's voice clearly reached He Songfeng's ears, as if he was whispering to him.

Cheng Qiyong leaned over and pressed down, intending to kiss He Songfeng.

He Songfeng subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and before He Songfeng could force it to straighten, He Songfeng straightened it himself.

He opened his mouth, like a baby bird waiting to be fed by the adult bird, his lips parted, asking for something.

Cheng Qiyong chuckled and pinched He Songfeng's chin.

"It seems like he really figured it out."

He Songfeng chuckled and didn't answer.

Cheng Qiyong was not polite and kissed her fiercely.

He had been waiting for this day for too long. What he wanted was for He Songfeng to bow his head on his own initiative. What's more, the other party was actually taking off all his clothes and waiting for him here so obediently.

If Cheng Qiyong doesn't come, I will have to wait in this small room in this decadent and vulgar state.

In order to make this seduction as intense as possible, He Songfeng deliberately left the door unlocked.

If anyone was curious about why there was a crack in the door and looked inside - He Songfeng would probably be doomed.

When Cheng Qiyong thought of this, he remembered that before he came, whenever there was a slight movement outside, He Songfeng would be so scared that his legs would go weak, and he would even rush to find a corner to hide in embarrassment.

And no matter how scared or nervous He Songfeng was, he couldn't hide.

Since he was going to do this, He Songfeng had to completely throw away his clothes and dignity, and stand there in the most dissolute manner, waiting for Cheng Qiyong's favor.

If you don’t come, just keep waiting.

It's simply a toy that has been stripped naked by its owner and stood on the table.

For Cheng Qiyong, this was an exciting self-indulgent play. He didn't even need the master to give orders, he just carried it out obediently.

Cheng Yiliao didn't understand what was going on. Amidst the fierce and sticky saliva war, he still asked innocently, "Hey? Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Cheng Qiyong had no time to deal with him. He pinched He Songfeng's waist and squeezed it, forcing He Songfeng to make a sound for Cheng Yilao to hear.

He Songfeng naturally refused. He would rather frown so hard that his brows were about to break, and just breathe heavily through his nose.

He Songfeng thought, he was only selling Cheng Qiyong, so what was the big deal if he let another Cheng Yiliao listen to the live sex show?

"He Songfeng is really a very pure boy. I won't be wrong. I think very clearly."

Cheng Qiyong picked up his phone. When the camera was aimed at He Songfeng's eyes, his body jolted like a rabbit. He subconsciously covered his face with his hands and cried out in fear:

"……don't want!"

He shook off He Songfeng's hand and put the call notes on the phone screen in front of He Songfeng.

He gave He Songfeng a playful smile, giving He Songfeng a brief moment to breathe.

Cheng Yiliao sensed something was wrong and asked hurriedly, "What do you mean you don't want to? Brother, what are you doing? Whose voice is that?"

"I'm asking you."

Cheng Qiyong grabbed He Songfeng's legs and deliberately hit his collarbone, forcing He Songfeng to take two heavy breaths.

But it's just breathing.

Cheng Qiyong was not satisfied.

The hand he pressed on He Songfeng's waist hit him hard again, and his fingertips almost pierced into his internal organs, pinching him up and down.

His internal organs were pulling at his bones and he was in excruciating pain. He Songfeng screamed several times and slapped the table hard, making a loud thud that matched his screams.

"Hmm..."

He raised his hand and almost slapped Cheng Qiyong in the face.

But when he thought about how long he would be the financial sponsor, he forced himself to suppress his anger.

"Cuckold."

He Songfeng spat at him.

"Haha - dear brother, it's not that complicated."

Cheng Qiyong turned his face to He Songfeng's palm, and then pretended to slam his head down, pretending that he was dizzy from the slap.

When she looked up again, she felt so good that she took two deep breaths against He Songfeng's palm.

"Is He Songfeng with you?" Cheng Yiliao asked anxiously.

He Songfeng fell back onto the table, and when he saw his knee hitting his collarbone again, he quickly took out a small square box from his pocket, placed it between him and Cheng Qiyong, and signaled the other to open it.

"You are wearing it."

"Um."

Cheng Qiyong took the small box, pretended to obey, and turned around to throw it aside without even removing the plastic seal on the surface of the box.

"Are you wearing it?"

He Songfeng questioned him.

Before Cheng Qiyong could say anything, Cheng Yiliao started to persuade him like a little eunuch: "Brother, you should wear it. It's not good for your health. He Songfeng is not in good health."

Cheng Qiyong smiled instead of getting angry, "Then you come?"

Cheng Yiliao was also a straightforward person. He answered Cheng Qiyong's question without hesitation and said with a chuckle, "Then come to Orange to pick me up. I'll do it."

"Haha, you're so bold."

He Songfeng's body shook violently, and his knee hit his collarbone like a big truck, almost breaking his thin chest. His sternum felt like it was being hit by a hammer, one by one, as if every bone in his chest was going to be knocked into pieces.

The other person pinched his waist, extending his thumb to the center of his stomach and pinching downwards.

He was forced to scream out again and again from his throat, and every time a bone was knocked out, he screamed.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the cell phone was in front of him.

The three words "Cheng Yi Liao" hang in front of me like a ghost.

The voice that came out of He Songfeng's mouth was first heard by Cheng Yiliao, and then by Cheng Qiyong.

He Songfeng slammed the table again, this time cursing Cheng Qiyong in his heart for being a cuckold.

"Idiot, hang up."

After saying that, the phone was hung up with a beep.

Although Cheng Qiyong was busy clicking on his mobile phone, He Songfeng's collarbone was being abused, with a large area of ​​it rubbed red, and his kneecap was also scraped and bruised.

Although Cheng Qiyong's strength was still within the range of exerting force but not excessively, He Songfeng was too pale, and even the slightest wear and tear and bruising were obviously excessive.

He Songfeng's hands were grabbing and waving around on the table.

It was thin, long, and flexible, and it would flap its wings impatiently from time to time, just like a cat's tail.

But soon, his cat's tail swept across something terrible.

It was a small box that He Songfeng bought with his own money. He discovered that Cheng Qiyong had deceived him and hadn't even removed the plastic seal from the box.

In other words—

He Songfeng suddenly sat up on the table, stepped on Cheng Qiyong's waist, and kicked him out.

He found that he couldn't kick away, so he simply hugged Cheng Qiyong, bit his shoulders, and fiercely tore them, leaving a circle of bloody marks.

Then, he put his palm around the back of Cheng Qiyong's head and slapped him, forcing him to look at him.

A mouthful of blood foam came out of He Songfeng's mouth, covering Cheng Qiyong's face.

Cheng Qiyong raised his hand to wipe it off, then rubbed it on He Songfeng's belly, spreading it evenly, and took this opportunity to rub the internal organs under He Songfeng's belly.

Feel the softness and warmth of this pure land.

Cheng Qiyong suddenly had an impulse. He wanted He Songfeng to give birth to a child for him, and he wanted to call He Songfeng "Mom" along with the child.

He Songfeng took the box and hit Cheng Qiyong on the hand: "I didn't ask you to prepare it. I bought this with my own money. You don't even want to cooperate with me?"

Cheng Qiyong stared at He Songfeng thoughtfully, thinking for a long time.

It took so long that He Songfeng thought Cheng Qiyong was planning to apologize.

Cheng Qiyong's answer was irrelevant to the question:

"He Songfeng, I want you to get pregnant."

He Songfeng took a deep breath and rolled his eyes, "You are sick."

"I'll be the father of the child, and you'll be the mother."

Cheng Qiyong lowered his head, bit He Songfeng's scarred collarbone, gnashed his teeth, and called out vaguely, "Mom."

He Songfeng clenched his palm into a fist and hit Cheng Qiyong's head with force, saying with even greater certainty, "You are sick!"

"I will take care of all your affairs, including your awards and scholarships."

Cheng Qiyong raised his head, put down the hand that was pinching He Songfeng, and used his palm to soothe the remaining marks on He Songfeng's neck. "As long as you follow me obediently, as long as you don't betray me or disobey me..."

Cheng Qiyong kissed He Songfeng's ear, and every word he said clearly entered He Songfeng's ear:

"Whatever you want, I will give it to you with both hands."

Hearing him say this, He Songfeng's breath weakened a lot. He hugged Cheng Qiyong's arm and gently scratched it with his fingertips, and said weakly: "Wear it... Wear it..."

It was the first time Cheng Qiyong saw He Songfeng acting like a spoiled child, and he couldn't help but let go: "Okay, okay."

tear——

Snap——

He Songfeng took this opportunity to take a breath, and the other party moved him from the table to a chair and sat him down.

As for where to sit... He Songfeng's ears turned red. If he didn't want to fall left, right, and backward in embarrassment, he had to hold Cheng Qiyong tightly.

He Songfeng is now like the egg in the frying pan, being fried in boiling oil. The chef shakes the pan vigorously, causing the egg to float up and down and be forced to turn over.

Even if the egg is set, the egg white will still produce bubbles even when the heat is turned off because of the air that has entered it.

He Songfeng curled up in Cheng Qiyong's arms, too tired to open his eyes, while Cheng Qiyong was smoking leisurely.

Cheng Qiyong kindly wiped the sweat off He Songfeng's face with his hand, gave him a warm kiss, and coaxed him: "You performed very well. You are smart and excellent in everything you do. Take a good rest."

"Continue later?" He Songfeng continued his next sentence.

Cheng Qiyong had just taken a puff of cigarette and was not in a position to speak, so he just stared with a smile.

His hand shook, and whether intentionally or accidentally, the hot cigarette ash fell onto He Songfeng's abdomen.

His lower abdomen immediately spasmed violently due to the burning sensation, and his arms, which were holding Cheng Qiyong, shrank even tighter, like a little kangaroo crawling into its mother's pocket.

Cheng Qiyong quickly wiped it off with his hand, but a piece of black ash was still stained on He Songfeng's abdomen, which looked like someone's artistic signature or someone's seal.

He Songfeng was gasping for breath due to the heat. At this time, Cheng Qiyong's cell phone rang again. He glanced at it and there was no further movement.

During the silent intermission, Cheng Qiyong suddenly asked an inappropriate and strange question:

"He Songfeng, what is the relationship between you and me now?"

He Songfeng forgot about the burn and spasms in his abdomen after hearing this, and stared at Cheng Qiyong without blinking with complicated eyes.

He really wanted to say: Aren’t we in a one-month-long relationship?

But after thinking about it, Cheng Qiyong would not want to hear this answer, so he shut up again.

Cheng Qiyong wants to get promoted.

He must have He Songfeng admit it today, otherwise he will not be able to kill the mistress in the future.

Cheng Qiyong urged: "Answer me."

He Songfeng: "Lover?"

Cheng Qiyong didn't want to beat around the bush with He Songfeng. With He Songfeng's character, he could recite all the ambiguous relationships around the word "lover" and still not get to that point.

Cheng Qiyong grabbed He Songfeng's hand and told him firmly: "Lover."

At the same time, he pinched the softest part of He Songfeng's wrist and squeezed it hard: "Remember this, if I see you flirting with other women again, you will suffer a lot."

"……yes."

Cheng Qiyong asked again and again: "So, what is our relationship now?"

He Songfeng was a quick learner. He said, "Lover."

At this time, the mobile phone screen on the table was bright.

It was still the call interface, and the caller was shown as Cheng Yiliao.

Cheng Qiyong glanced at his phone and smiled like a winner.

He warned He Songfeng and Cheng Yiliao:

"Don't dwell on people you shouldn't touch."

He Songfeng nodded silently.

He was once again carried onto the table and stepped on Cheng Qiyong's legs.

Cheng Qiyong tapped his palm on the table as a signal, and He Songfeng obediently fell backwards.

The knee was brought up to the clavicle again.

He Songfeng subconsciously slapped the table and gestured with his hands to indicate the square shape of the small box.

Cheng Qiyong picked up the square box and He Songfeng nodded.

In front of He Songfeng, he threw the box away and hit it against the wall.

He Songfeng immediately gave him an angry look.

Cheng Qiyong smoothed the anger from He Songfeng's brows, changed the subject, and casually said, "He Songfeng, I'll be reviewing your overseas exchange quota."

“…………”

He Songfeng stopped moving for a moment, the anger on his face turned into joy, the corners of his mouth tore apart, and he couldn't stop smiling happily.

"Ha ha."

You should have told me earlier. You can save money on family planning products if you tell me earlier.

He Songfeng's hand took the initiative and ambiguously placed on Cheng Qiyong's arm, and his fingers scratched it delicately and lightly, and he called softly: "Dear..."

"Hmm?" Cheng Qiyong gladly accepted the title. He paused, testing He Songfeng's attitude: "What else do you want?"

He Songfeng took the initiative, an initiative he had never shown before, which could be described as both frivolous and dissolute.

Cheng Qiyong performed everything he wanted to see and hear without any reservation.

He looked at the towering ceiling above his head, which was as white as snow, like floating clouds, swaying back and forth in the wind.

Just like his pale skin, it was uneven and bumpy from being pinched.

After brewing his emotions for a while, He Songfeng hummed slowly:

"You are the best man to me in this world. I am lucky that you like me."

He Songfeng spoke in private without changing his expression, and his fingers deliberately pinched out small crescents on Cheng Qiyong's arm.

He Songfeng supported himself on the table and slowly sat up. He tilted his head back and kissed Cheng Qiyong on the lips.

He is gentle and soothing.

Like a pool of water, it warmly benefits Cheng Qiyong's dry and hot soil.

His proactive declaration of love was as shocking as three years of drought, three years of sacrifices to pray for rain, and finally one day, the gods mercifully sent down a downpour of rain.

"I love you."

He Songfeng took the initiative to hold Cheng Qiyong's fingers tightly, and opened his wet, tearful eyes to look at Cheng Qiyong.

Moaning passionately, laughing greedily:

"No need to wear it, give it to me, give it all to me!"