Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The God's Cousin

A strong white flash broke through his eyelids, and He Songfeng subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

By the time Zhao Jie came to his senses from the white light, the two black moles in front of his eyes had already disappeared, leaving only He Songfeng's eyes wide open, almost questioning.

Zhao Jie felt guilty, his hand holding the phone was shaking slightly, and his facial features were tense.

Although he was nervous, he was thinking of finding an excuse to coax He Songfeng instead of deleting the photos.

“…Don’t take the photo, delete it.”

He Songfeng's attitude was far less aggressive than his eyes.

A lack of firmness in attitude gives the other party an opportunity to step on your head and suppress you.

Zhao Jie breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that He Songfeng was a soft persimmon.

He turned around and put the photo to He Songfeng's eyes, forcing He Songfeng to look at the disgusting scene on the screen.

"It's beautiful, why would you delete it? I won't delete it."

He Songfeng turned his face away and said, "Delete it."

Zhao Jie pinched He Songfeng's face and forced it to straighten: "Look at you, you are really beautiful. This figure makes me feel so good. Can't you be more open and honest?"

He Songfeng frowned and became stubborn: "Delete it and don't say that!"

No matter how stubborn he is, he only talks and does not try to snatch things.

He Songfeng was also very nervous. He rarely disobeyed Zhao Jieyi, and had never refuted him so loudly like this.

What if Zhao Jieyi still refuses to delete it?

What if Zhao Jie gets angry?

…………

When He Songfeng thought of this, he decided to persuade himself to give up.

"He also said that he took the photo because he thought it was beautiful. He has no bad intentions. Otherwise..."

He Songfeng prepared himself mentally for a while and was ready to give Zhao Jie a way out, but unexpectedly Zhao Jie took a step back first.

"Hey, don't be angry, it's been deleted."

As soon as Zhao Jie pressed the delete key in front of He Songfeng, the extremely erotic photo shattered on the screen and disappeared.

He then deliberately held He Songfeng's hand and looked through the album to confirm that the photo had indeed been deleted.

He Songfeng pursed his lips, put his hands in front of him, lowered his eyebrows, revealing his two secret moles, and gave Zhao Jie a way out with his most skilled posture of lowering his eyebrows and eyes.

As long as Zhao Jie rubbed his mole, the matter would be over.

He Songfeng did not wait for the reconciliation.

Zhao Jie put away his phone, left He Songfeng lying on the bed like a decoration, and went to the side to put on his clothes.

The belt goes around the waistband and is fastened with a loop.

Then, in my peripheral vision, the flesh-colored upper body was covered by a white short-sleeved shirt.

He Songfeng looked up and saw Zhao Jieyi with a cold face, obviously unhappy.

He Songfeng pinched the corner of the quilt, followed Zhao Jieyi's figure as he walked away, and hurriedly called out:

"What’s wrong with you?"

He Songfeng's bottom line was lowered again and again due to his lover's neglect, until it was almost non-existent.

"You take the photo, come here."

He waved at Zhao Jie.

The square bachelor apartment was a bit crowded for two men.

No matter how hard Zhao Jie walked, he couldn't get anywhere, and he had no intention of really going anywhere.

He picked up the cigarette case, opened the bathroom door and walked in.

Zhao Jieyi sat on the toilet with a cigarette in his mouth, the air conditioner above his head humming, and his fingers tapping quickly on the screen of his mobile phone.

Click the upper right corner of the album, open Recently Deleted, click on the gorgeous photo, and then click Restore.

The last step is to move it to the private album of the system clone.

He Songfeng's mobile phone was bought by Zhao Jieyi a month ago. Before that, he had almost no contact with digital products. Even if he had one, he only used it to answer Zhao Jieyi's calls.

He doesn't know that the phone has such a function, he just thinks that if it is deleted, it is deleted.

In the photo, He Songfeng's arm was across his face, just covering the special symmetrical black mole on his eyelids, saving Zhao Jie the effort of blurring it out.

Zhao Jieyi posted the photo on an invitation-only forum, charging twenty yuan for one download.

Half of the users here are selling selfies, and the other half are customers.

Zhao Jieyi learned about this forum a long time ago, and he thought that if he took nude photos of He Songfeng, he could easily make a fortune.

So he followed He Songfeng to Jialin City where the school was located and rented a house, hoping to make money from this.

Just as he expected, he'd barely taken two puffs of his cigarette when his account had two hundred yuan in it. One hundred yuan was sales, and another hundred yuan was tips. Several commentators in the front row were discussing the topic enthusiastically, and the figures were rising rapidly.

[I haven't seen such a sexy figure in a long time, enjoy! ]

[Exquisite, I would die if I could have a bite of this in my lifetime.]

Zhao Jie took a quick look, cursed them along with them, then quickly put out his cigarette and walked out of the bathroom.

After coming out, Zhao Jie saw He Songfeng holding his face and looking at him helplessly.

"You can take pictures if you want, just don't take pictures of my face and don't send them to anyone else."

He Songfeng muttered softly, his eyes half open, and the exposed black mole was attracting Zhao Jie to come closer and rub it.

But when Zhao Jie didn't move, He Songfeng had no choice but to take off his bottom like pants: "As long as you agree, I can open it and take a photo."

Zhao Jie sneered: "Then break it off."

He Songfeng patted the seat beside him and gently requested, "Then come and sit next to me."

As soon as Zhao Jie sat down and touched the mattress, a pair of delicate arms came up to embrace him.

He Songfeng rested his face on Zhao Jieyi's chest and said softly, "I like you very much, please don't give me the cold shoulder."

Zhao Jie pushed He Songfeng's face back, and was determined to drive the clinging He Songfeng away from him. However, he glanced down honestly and urged hurriedly: "Break it open."

He Songfeng, who was pushed away, sat down on the edge of the bed with his head down. His thin back was like a piece of paper, so fragile that it seemed like it would break if bent.

Zhao Jie slapped He Songfeng's twisted hands away and said with a deliberately cold face, "If you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you."

A few slight wrinkles appeared on He Songfeng's face, hiding two black moles that were easy to knead.

He fell into a long silence.

He Songfeng couldn't bear to rape and defile herself in order to please the man.

Just because he usually keeps a low profile doesn't mean he doesn't have a sense of pride in his heart.

Fortunately, Zhao Jieyi had no intention of making things difficult for him.

He turned around and laughed out loud, pinching He Songfeng's cheek hard to interrupt the action.

He rubbed He Songfeng's cheek in circles, panting and sighing: "My dear, how can you be so obedient?"

He Songfeng looked at the smiling man in front of him, but his expression did not improve. He still had a gloomy face, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he silently blamed his boyfriend with an uneasy and distant look.

As soon as Zhao Jie realized that he had teased He Songfeng too much, he quickly took a clean towel and diligently wiped He Songfeng's body. He then carried him to the bathroom and took good care of him.

He Songfeng was sitting while Zhao Jie stood up with a hair dryer, blowing his hair.

After doing all this, Zhao Jieyi held He Songfeng's fingers, which were as thin as bamboo shoots, and called him "good boy" with a smile:

"Hey, let's go out for dinner!"

He Songfeng's anger was easily appeased, and he happily held hands with her.

Also, He Songfeng had no choice but to compromise.

My father is dead and my mother is crazy, and I have no home.

Only Zhao Jieyi was willing to take in this stray animal.

In September, the autumnal temperature difference has gradually become apparent. The cool breeze at night has a chill, blowing against the body, just enough to blow away the lingering heat of the day.

The two of them took a walk outside. He Songfeng had been riding in the car all day and soon felt sleepy. After returning to the apartment, he fell asleep immediately and snuggled into the other's arms with his cheek against his chest.

The secret that was difficult to detect on the eyelids was revealed to Zhao Jie without any preparation.

Whenever Zhao Jie kissed there, the person in his arms would tremble, and would receive a gentle "hmm" in rejection.

Zhao Jie made a sound of "tsk tsk" and then hugged the person tightly, "Good night."

The next day, He Songfeng woke up early, hugged Zhao Jie's shoulder and shook him awake.

"Come with me to buy some daily necessities to bring back to the dormitory, such as toothbrushes, cups, etc."

Zhao Jie opened his eyes lazily, twisted his hands around He Songfeng's chest and squeezed hard, "No wonder you were so well behaved yesterday, you were waiting for me here."

He Songfeng was pinched and felt pain, frowning.

Without waiting for He Songfeng to dodge, Zhao Jieyi sat up from the bed, put his arms around He Songfeng's shoulders, and kissed him hard on the cheek:

"Let's go and buy some."

"Yeah." He Songfeng's brows relaxed and he lowered his head.

After a quick wash, the two of them went out.

Zhao Jieyi took He Songfeng to the nearest supermarket. He Songfeng pushed the shopping cart in front, and he followed slowly behind, his eyes always on the mobile phone in his hand.

After one night, Zhao Jieyi's balance in the forum reached a staggering 5,000 yuan. You have to know that this is a niche forum with only a few thousand registered users.

He quickly turned his attention back to the comments on the forum, scrolling through them one by one, his mouth curled up so high that he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

"Zhao Jieyi? Jieyi?"

He Songfeng called Zhao Jie for a long time, but the other party did not respond at all.

He turned around and saw Zhao Jie holding his mobile phone, as if he was possessed by a ghost. Half of his body seemed to want to get into the screen, and his smile was particularly weird.

He Songfeng leaned over curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Jie was startled by the figure that suddenly approached him. His body jumped up like a spring and then quickly sank down.

He quickly turned off the screen of his phone and looked away guiltily: "Nothing."

"Didn't you agree to stay with me?" He Songfeng took two towels and placed them on both sides of his cheeks to attract Zhao Jieyi's attention. He asked for his opinion: "Can I buy two? One for you and one for me. This is a couple's set."

He Songfeng's voice became twisted again, and he was entangled: "But... it's a little expensive."

Zhao Jieyi didn't even look at the price. He took them all and threw them into the shopping cart: "Buy! I'll buy you whatever you want."

Zhao Jie used the money he earned from trafficking He Songfeng to pretend to be rich in front of He Songfeng.

He Songfeng was kept in the dark, and looked at Zhao Jie with a smile, and praised him:

"That's very thoughtful of you."

Zhao Jie took out his black-screened phone and waved it in front of He Songfeng, lying frankly, "I found a job in Jialin."

"You continue shopping. Take whatever you want. I'll follow you."

Zhao Jie picked up something at random and threw it into the shopping cart. Then he turned on his phone and lied casually: "I have to continue working. Don't bother me. I have to work hard to earn money to support you and give you a better life."

He Songfeng nodded with a smile, and when there was no one around, he kissed Zhao Jie on the cheek.

He seriously corrected: "It's not me, it's us."

Zhao Jie's look was doting, but as soon as he lowered his head, it immediately turned into sarcasm and mockery, and then he joined the vast forum in humiliating He Songfeng.

[Hey, is there anything else? I haven't seen any new photos in ten hours. I'm dying of the urge!]

[It feels so thin, ah... I'm dizzy with lust, she's a total succubus.]

Zhao Jie picked out the comments and replied boastfully, his fingers rapidly tapping on the screen, occasionally casting obscene glances at He Songfeng:

[It's so thin that I can feel my fingers pierce through my waist. It's very comfortable.]

[He is very obedient and willing to do anything.]

Among the vast sea of ​​words, one phrase appeared particularly frequently. Dozens of people simultaneously and tacitly extended an invitation to him:

【Brother, I want your video for a large sum of money! 】

As soon as Zhao Jie turned off his phone, he stared at He Songfeng's back with obvious meaning.

He Songfeng noticed it, stopped where he was, turned around, and calmly extended his hand to Zhao Jieyi: "Be more restrained."

Zhao Jie pushed forward, hugged He Songfeng's waist, and whispered an order in his ear: "Come back to school tomorrow and stay with me tonight."

He Songfeng narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He placed his fingers on Zhao Jieyi's forehead and gently pushed him back.

He Songfeng spoke quietly, forcing Zhao Jieyi to listen attentively.

I thought he would be seriously rebuking me for indulging in promiscuity in broad daylight, but he ended up giving me a bunch of dirty talk that was just ear-itching.

He Songfeng teased him, "How could you not enjoy it? Yesterday, I saw you so excited that you rolled your eyes and squeezed against me, you wanted to eat me and live inside me."

"That's good to know."

He Songfeng narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and just smiled softly.

Zhao Jie took a breath, and his hot breath sprayed on He Songfeng's face.

He Songfeng heard the other party's blunt humiliation and was scolded again:

"You are the appearance of a god, the inner self of a whore."

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