Chapter 31 Chapter 31 I polish myself in the mirror, until I don’t know the world…

Zhou Biao knelt by the car door, his knees firmly pressed against the dusty concrete floor.

He couldn't lower his head and was forced to raise it.

The tie was still twisted in He Songfeng's palm.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the scrutiny from He Songfeng became more and more serious, but Zhou Biao still did not move.

He has a powerful mouth, but that's all he has.

The bow tie around Zhou Biao's neck loosened, but was replaced by the shoes that He Songfeng stepped on his legs. The toe of the shoe deliberately pressed against the leg of his suit pants, rubbed it twice, and was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Weren't you talking so enthusiastically just now? Now that I've asked you to do it, you're afraid to do it again."

Zhou Biao put his hands on He Songfeng's thin ankles. Although he didn't dare to do anything excessive, he put his hands into his trouser legs, wrapped them around his calves, and rubbed the soft fat on his calves.

He still dares to do such dirty things hidden in the dark.

Even though He Songfeng was as slender as she was, this piece of soft flesh was wide enough for Zhou Biao's ten fingers to sink into and squeeze, and he could even savor the softness and warmth between his fingers.

But everything stopped below the knees, and Zhou Biao didn't have the courage to go any further.

It's not so much kneading as it is massaging, the force is just right, neither too light nor too heavy, with a strong sense of serving and pleasing.

He Songfeng allowed Zhou Biao to rub it for three minutes.

He calculated the time, and when it was almost time, he tapped his toes to signal the other party to stop.

Zhou Biao was very good at reading people's expressions. After receiving the reminder, he immediately stopped his action.

But he just stopped and didn't take it out.

He Songfeng frowned slightly at Zhou Biao's hypocrisy.

Zhou Biao looked up at He Songfeng longingly, the upper half of his eyeballs hidden in his upper eye sockets, and he looked at him dangerously and aggressively with his lower three whites.

However, Zhou Biao could no longer be radical.

He used his mouth to defile He Songfeng, and used his pants as a cover to ravage He Songfeng, and He Songfeng couldn't find any evidence to tell a tale.

But if you really knock He Songfeng down, and then do as He Songfeng seduces you, you will be filled with liquid puffs.

He Songfeng turned around and threw himself into Cheng Qiyong's arms, putting on a pitiful and aggrieved look, and cried:

"Zhou Biao made me stronger, woo woo..."

Zhou Biao was certain that He Songfeng was capable of doing such a thing.

By then, Zhou Biao will have ten thousand ways to die.

He Songfeng suddenly felt that his thoughts had been seen through. Without waiting for Zhou Biao to make the next move, He Songfeng used Zhou Biao, who was kneeling on the ground, as a footstool, stepped on him and walked down.

Turning his head, He Songfeng smiled, his eyes cast downwards, his long eyelashes cast a thin layer of shadow under his eyes, and his eyeballs, as crystal clear as glass marbles, suddenly turned gray.

"coward."

He Songfeng scolded Zhou Biao.

Zhou Biao also stood up from the ground, without shaking off the dust, and handed over the key with both hands.

After seeing He Songfeng take the key, Zhou Biao left without any reluctance.

Zhou Biao is a qualified dog eunuch, and he is very good at observing people's expressions and knowing when to stop.

He knows exactly what to do and when to do it, and to what extent he can do it.

I was also willing to give up the soft and tender white meat that was about to be in my mouth.

The wheels rolled on the road. The night in Jialin City was different from that in other provinces. Even at three o'clock in the morning, it was still as lively as day. The nightlife was engraved in the hearts of everyone in this city.

It would be a waste of time if I didn’t go out for a midnight snack at three o’clock.

A footstep hurriedly stepped on the small road that was painted colorful by the neon lights of high-rise buildings. The shadows between the old residential buildings turned into blue, purple, red and yellow, and it was impossible to tell which foot was higher and which was lower.

The shoes were pedaling hurriedly, and he was holding a handful of hair in his hand, walking faster and faster.

Finally, he successfully crossed the neon night and plunged into an even narrower and darker alley, moving quickly through it.

Turning around, he stopped in front of a door with completely orange-yellow lights. Although the roller shutter was pulled all the way to the ground, the strange light and the strong, pungent smell of incense and candles were like the stench of a corpse, twisting and crawling through the cracks in the wall and seeping into the air in the alley.

Zhang Hejing knocked on the door.

The rolling door made a loud click and slowly rose up.

The light suddenly burst out.

Only then could the scene in the alley be seen clearly.

This is an alley that mainly deals with various stories about gods and ghosts. To put it nicely, it is a wild temple, to put it bluntly, it is all feudal superstition. Only those who are desperate will come here to pray to gods and Buddhas based on various rumors in order to achieve wishes that are impossible to achieve in reality.

The rolling shutter door was fully opened, and all that could be seen was nothing decent and respectable. Most of them were things from Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and Thailand that were mysterious and supernatural. Incense, candles and all kinds of strange smells mixed together, like a hammer hitting you on the head, making you dizzy.

A woman in her fifties or sixties pushed aside the curtain that obscured her view, walked out, and greeted her politely, "Mr. Zhang, please come in."

Zhang Hejing handed over the hair he had been holding tightly in his hand all the way, and asked nervously, "Master, will he really start to change his mind about me if I do this?"

The woman did not answer Zhang Hejing's question, but lowered her hands and gestured for Zhang Hejing to kneel in front of the shrine.

Zhang Hejing did as he was told.

The woman took the lock of hair and performed a series of incomprehensible operations, using all kinds of golden magical instruments to perform mysterious spells.

After a series of blessings, He Songfeng's hair was placed on the shrine for worship. A little bit of blessing was sprinkled from the so-called holy water in the small dish, and finally it was brushed across Zhang Hejing's head with green branches and leaves.

“Kneel down and make your wish to Him.”

The woman ordered.

Zhang Hejing did as he was told, bowed deeply to the shrine, and silently recited in his heart:

"I want him to love... No, I want him to be just mine."

Human desires are like this, they expand in the blink of an eye.

A minute ago, Zhang Hejing was anxiously hoping that He Songfeng would change his mind about him, and a minute later, he decisively changed his words from love to private ownership.

It has nothing to do with love, it's just selfish possessiveness that's brewing.

The woman pulled out a small portion of her hair, placed it in a hollow iron ball, and said, "If you are sincere, your wish will come true."

Zhang Hejing took out his phone, pointed it at the QR code on the donation box under the shrine, and asked devoutly, "How much does it take to be considered sincere?"

The woman asked back, "Mr. Zhang, how much do you think your sweetheart is worth?"

Zhang Hejing laughed, waved his hand, and performed five nine turns.

The number is long, the number is ninety-nine.

Long and long.

The solid wood bracelet on Zhang Hejing's wrist was taken off, and the wooden block in the center was removed and replaced by a hollow metal ball. A terrifying ball of hair like a tentacle was dangling innocently in the metal ball, and was hit by the wooden block, making a ding-dong sound.

Zhang Hejing put on the bracelet again, and in the eerie orange-yellow light in the store, he raised his hand and looked back, his glasses pressing hard against the surface of the metal ball.

Zhang Hejing showed a satisfied smile, as if He Songfeng was trapped in this small ball at the moment, unable to escape, and was being monitored by him in all directions.

Zhang Hejing put down the bracelet, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, bowed deeply to the shrine, and said:

"I will sincerely pray to the Buddha to have more mercy on me."

The rolling shutter door of the wild temple rumbled down again as Zhang Hejing left.

The lights at night were still chaotic, as brilliant as if one had eaten poisonous mushrooms, dazzling the eyes.

On a night like this, danger is everywhere.

He Songfeng washed himself under the rushing water all night long, until the capillaries on his pale skin burst, revealing a terrifying purple-red color, as if someone had peeled off a layer of skin.

The bathroom was filled with steam to the point of being suffocating, and the beating of his heart like a drum in his chest was a warning to He Songfeng.

You're about to run out of oxygen and pass out.

He Songfeng then turned off the hot water, swaying his shaky body and rushing to the sink.

His two thin bamboo arms angrily slammed on both sides of the table, using only these two thin poles to support the strength of his whole body.

The arms and the body are both fragile and can break at any time.

The mirror was fogged up and he couldn't see himself clearly.

So he raised his hand and wiped it on the mirror.

The mirror was cold, like a hand thrust into his palm that had been burned by hot water.

It seems like they are holding hands with someone.

"Good evening."

He Songfeng greeted himself.

He Songfeng in the mirror looked at him expressionlessly.

He Songfeng felt that he had betrayed it and hurriedly explained: "I have not been unfaithful to you."

The water droplets slid down the palm of the hand, leaving a tear under the eye of the person in the mirror.

"Don't cry!"

He Songfeng ordered him.

Soon, He Songfeng realized that his tone was too harsh, and hurriedly comforted: "I only like you, and I only like to do it with you."

The person in the mirror still looked the same, dull and distant, using coldness to contain He Songfeng's passion.

He Songfeng had no choice but to continue comforting: "I am dirty, I have never been clean, don't you know this too?"

He Songfeng himself felt aggrieved. He originally wanted to seek comfort from the other party, but was inexplicably disliked.

"You have to understand me. I'm doing this for our own good."

The mirror was fogged up again, and He Songfeng quickly wiped it away with his hand. The condensed water droplets flowed more and more on the mirror surface, and He Songfeng's tears in the mirror also increased.

He Songfeng wiped away his tears again, took a deep breath, put on a light smile, and whispered comfortingly:

"Cheng Qiyong can help me go abroad. As long as I get the qualifications, we will leave here completely and not want anyone else."

As he spoke, He Songfeng stood on tiptoe, put one leg on the table, and climbed straight up with the strength of his hands and leg as if climbing a mountain.

After reaching a satisfactory height, he slowly leaned forward until He Songfeng's naked and hot upper body, covered in the flowing water, was pressed against the mirror. Then he dazedly clasped the hand of the person in the mirror, and whispered in a soft voice with attachment and infatuation:

"You and me, just you and me."

He Songfeng did not wait for the response from the person in the mirror, but only gave a silent and cold acceptance.

He Songfeng thought that this was the body temperature of the person he had a crush on. The other person had always been so cool and silent, and always opened her arms to welcome him, and it was still the same now.

He would never reject him, would always watch over him, and would always tolerate He Songfeng's repeated actions that crossed the line.

He Songfeng turned his face to the side, closed his eyes, and put his cheek on the other person's quiet body.

He felt an unprecedented calmness, where time and space disappeared, and emotions and reason no longer existed.

Hug each other, hold each other's fingers.

As He Songfeng said, there is only you and me.

He and himself are in an ambiguous and passionate love affair.

"I like you, what about you? Have you forgiven me?"

He Songfeng's voice was very small, like a little mouse stealing lamp oil, trembling with fear, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

He Songfeng couldn't wait for an answer, so he looked up and saw the other party looking at him tacitly and smiling faintly.

He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling forgiven.

Only then did He Songfeng dare to kiss the mirror intimately and lower his eyes to reveal the black mole on his eyelid.

He pressed his mole against each other, fingertips against fingertips, nose tips against nose tips, pressed together, pressed against the mirror, and rubbed gently.

Like two pitiful little animals leaning against each other for warmth.

He Songfeng's body temperature is higher than his lover's, so his lover's cold presence is so clearly visible, as if she came alive from the mirror and embraced him completely.

He Songfeng couldn't control the soft moans coming out of his nose, he was enjoying it very much.

"I want you to clean this up for me."

He Songfeng acted coquettishly and asked for things from the other party, even closing his eyes lazily, basically giving orders.

The other party still did not refuse.

He Songfeng raised his head and leaned forward.

He almost wanted to dive into the mirror. But this was not a mirror, it was a narcissus growing in the water. Looking at it, He Songfeng almost drowned in self-pity.

"Well--"

He Songfeng supported himself on the table with both hands, and climbed up again in a daze, moving towards the mirror, wanting to get closer to the cold mirror phantom.

His body subconsciously leaned against the edge of the sink.

As a result, he shivered from the cold, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

He looked up in confusion and found that his lover was gone. He quickly endured the pain in his tailbone and climbed up to hug his lover again.

He Songfeng can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, or rather, he has accepted himself and his self-pity and self-love.

He Songfeng indulged himself willingly.

After all, he only knows that now he has someone who loves him, cares about him, and can talk to him about his inner thoughts.

Because this is his self-rescue.

"Say you like me."

"He Songfeng, I like you."

He Songfeng let out a long breath of relief, and wet moisture covered his entire body, as real as He Songfeng's tears falling on his back in the mirror.

"He Songfeng, I'm not angry with you, nor do I think you're unclean."

"You are so pitiful, let me kiss you."

"After we're done using these massage sticks, we'll leave here. We don't want to live like this anymore."

When He Songfeng heard this, the two He Songfengs looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

The poor little ones comforted and loved each other in front of the mirror, their palms pressed together, and they just wanted to reach through the invisible barrier between them and hug each other for real.

"You are the only one who understands me the most, and I like you the most."

Click——

The dormitory door was forcefully opened and then closed.

The huge commotion could not pull He Songfeng out of his narcissism.

Cheng Qiyong called him, "He Songfeng, open the door."

"He's coming."

He Songfeng opened his tearful eyes and calmly sought the other party's opinion.

"I'll stay with you."

Cheng Qiyong squeezed in with the dusty people outside, and asked, "Do you want to come together?" In fact, he had already put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, pressed his hands on the tailbone, and pressed He Songfeng onto the countertop of the sink.

At the same time, He Songfeng's left leg was lifted up by a broad palm and placed on the table.

This posture is more convenient for Cheng Qiyong.

"The post on the school forum has been deleted, a clarification notice has been issued, and two students have been made examples and punished. No one will use this incident against you again."

Cheng Qiyong likes to talk about things at such times, so that he can better control He Songfeng.

He Songfeng raised his eyes and quickly closed them again.

Don't look at it.

I'm with you.

He Songfeng still shook his head and refused.

But Cheng Qiyong was not so gentle to He Songfeng. He pressed He Songfeng directly against the mirror and bit him fiercely.

He Songfeng's chest was pressed by the cold mirror, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he had to open his eyes.

He watched helplessly as the person in the mirror was treated cruelly, and leaned over to kiss him with heartache, like a mother cat licking her kitten, his tongue gently licking the other person, licking away the sweat, tears and water droplets condensed from water vapor on the mirror one by one.

He comforted her again: I'm with you, it's okay.

He Songfeng cleared herself of all charges and once again became the Virgin Mary of pure redemption, opening her arms to welcome the poor lover who was suffering.

I like you, I understand you.

These words are the poor lover's lifeline.

His hands clenched into fists, holding these words, and he happily suffered.

They regarded Cheng Qiyong's humiliation as the hardship they had to endure before escaping.

Cheng Qiyong noticed that He Songfeng was overly obsessed with the mirror. He pinched He Songfeng's waist, trying to change him from lying down with his legs raised in front of the mirror to sitting facing him.

Just as he pinched her waist and hugged her up, He Songfeng quickly clung to the table with his fragile hands and begged softly, "Please don't force me to change my position."

Cheng Qiyong asked dissatisfiedly: "What's in the mirror?"

He Songfeng was forced to look up, his eyes fixed on the mirror.

He was forced to look into the mirror innocently.

In the mirror, there is He Songfeng, Cheng Qiyong, and "my lover."

He Songfeng's voice was small, and he looked as if he was frightened of the gods in heaven.

Cheng Qiyong hummed a few happy laughs from his chest and kissed He Songfeng's cheek with satisfaction.

"Okay, it's up to you. You can use any position you want."

Cheng Qiyong pinched the back of He Songfeng's head with his palm from behind and pushed He Songfeng against the mirror.

As soon as I looked up, I could see He Songfeng looking infatuated and dreamy again.

"You like me so much?"

He Songfeng bit his tongue and whimpered vaguely: "I like my lover."

As luck would have it, Cheng Qiyong was coaxed into feeling comfortable, so he didn't make things difficult for He Songfeng.

Just once, then let it go.

Seeing He Songfeng lying on the sink with his legs squeezed together and shaking as if they had been hit by an electric drill, Cheng Qiyong was kind enough to help He Songfeng clean up.

"good evening."

Cheng Qiyong said that they would have two rooms and sleep in separate beds, but then he turned around and used the excuse that the bedding had not been made out in time to drag He Songfeng into his bed.

He Songfeng frowned and refused, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the sharp corners of the bed with both hands and clenching them in his palms.

Cheng Qiyong took out a pair of pajamas from the closet. The pajamas were covered with a logo consisting of two letters - L and V.

He Songfeng didn't recognize this thing and still refused. He used his thin arms like bamboo poles to swat the clothes away as if they were garbage.

Cheng Qiyong squeezed over to He Songfeng, put his arms around He Songfeng's waist, and kissed He Songfeng's shoulder affectionately.

"You lied to me." He Songfeng was unhappy.

Cheng Qiyong took out his mobile phone and searched for the two letters on the pajamas in front of He Songfeng, and then put the introduction of the search term in front of He Songfeng.

No need to read it out loud, the search engine pronounces it automatically in a cold AI voice: "Louis Vuitton, French luxury brand..."

Cheng Qiyong asked him, "Are you satisfied?"

He Songfeng scrolled up and down the entry several times, picked up the pajamas, compared the logo back and forth, and only accepted it after confirming that it was correct.

Cheng Qiyong lay down, opened his arms, and motioned He Songfeng to lie down in.

He Songfeng nestled in. He was so small that he was easily hugged by the circle.

“You don’t know the brand.”

Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's hair, twisting it in circles and twisting it around his fingers. He lifted He Songfeng's chin, pinched it hard, and warned him, "Don't sell it out, or you won't be able to tell the difference between fake and fake goods."

He Songfeng obediently hugged Cheng Qiyong back, rubbing his hair, which smelled of expensive shampoo, against his cheek. He lowered his head and whispered coquettishly, "I'm only with you. Only you are truly good to me."

Cheng Qiyong took a deep breath and clasped his hands on He Songfeng's shoulders, pressing deeply into the flesh.

"good evening."

"Well, good night."

After Cheng Qiyong fell asleep, He Songfeng whispered to himself, "Good night to you too." Only then did he go to sleep with peace of mind.

Early the next morning.

He Songfeng got up a little later than usual.

You get what you pay for. Rich people’s beds are just comfortable to sleep in.

So He Songfeng didn't have time to wake up and sat on the edge of the bed, hurriedly lifting the quilt to wash up.

When I rushed into the bathroom, I unexpectedly found that Cheng Qiyong had also gotten up. The two people's biological clocks were synchronized.

On the sink countertop was a cup filled with water and a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed in it.

He Songfeng was stunned.

Cheng Qiyong spit out a mouthful of water and quickly urged: "Hurry up and brush your teeth. There's hot salty bread on the table. Eat it before going to morning self-study."

After saying that, he walked around He Songfeng and said, "I've observed you. You skip breakfast to save money and catch up on sleep."

He Songfeng hadn't reacted yet. He thought Cheng Qiyong was going to pull him to fire a morning cannon.

Bang!

The dormitory door opened and closed again, and He Songfeng finally realized that Cheng Qiyong had actually left!

It was getting late, so He Songfeng hurried to brush his teeth and wash his face.

But when he walked away from the sink, he hurried back, stood on tiptoe on the sink, leaned forward and kissed the mirror.

"Good morning."

After saying that, He Songfeng put on his schoolbag and hurried to class. He did not forget to eat the salty bread, as it was what he deserved.

"He Songfeng! Good morning!"

The students in the preparatory class caught up with He Songfeng. During morning self-study, He Songfeng and he were in the same classroom, so they were indeed half classmates. Not long ago, he had helped He Songfeng out.

"The school banned everyone on the forum yesterday and posted a clarification notice. Humph, let those rumormongers take a good look! I told you long ago that you couldn't be that kind of person."

He Songfeng looked at him expressionlessly.

The other party was confused by the look and asked with concern: "Why are you still not happy?"

When He Songfeng was asked, he immediately put on a respectable smile and said softly, "Thank you."

The male student scratched his head embarrassedly.

"You're welcome. Everyone who knows you thinks you're a very good person. I think anyone who sees you in trouble will help you."

He Songfeng fell silent again, muttering nervously in his heart:

Should I say thank you again? Will saying thank you too much seem insincere?

It’s so troublesome… Making friends is so troublesome…

Fortunately, the other party did not let the awkward silence last too long and took the initiative to show goodwill again:

"Have you had breakfast? I have a bottle of milk here."

“…………”

The other party also fell silent, and the milk was suspended between them, which made it even more awkward.

The male student didn't know whether to force the milk on He Songfeng or take it back.

Under He Songfeng's cold violence, he began to reflect on what he had said wrong.

"Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry."

“……?”

He Songfeng didn't know how to make friends. He suddenly realized that it would be too cold to say nothing at this time, so he added: "Thank you, but it's not necessary."

The male classmate finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

The two walked side by side, and the male classmate shared a lot of gossip and interesting things in the class with He Songfeng, such as who had been with whom, who was the sworn enemy of whom, and how all the classmates thought He Songfeng was too handsome but a little difficult to approach, so they were afraid of He Songfeng on the one hand, but liked him on the other.

As he spoke, he began to share his daily life with He Songfeng and tell some embarrassing stories.

One could feel that he was trying very hard to make He Songfeng smile, not the polite and cold smile he had now.

He Songfeng suddenly stopped, still with that meaningless smile on his face, staring at the other person silently.

Facing the other party's puzzled eyes, He Songfeng asked:

"Do you want to fuck me?"

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