Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Whose are you? Yours. Mine...

Samuel was no longer obsessed with the tenderness between He Songfeng's legs. He raised his head, supported his hands on He Songfeng's waist, and leaned his upper body towards He Songfeng. His head was buried deep in her soft belly, sucking and breathing deeply, exhaling two streams of vague hot air from his nose. He said:

"your."

As he spoke, Samuel leaned more and more abnormally on He Songfeng's lower abdomen.

He Songfeng was too thin. His arms, shoulders, and legs were as thin as bamboo joints. Only the center of his stomach was the softest spot. Rubbing his cheek against it felt like being wrapped in fine velvet, making him unable to let go.

He Songfeng's palm rubbed into the gap between the tender flesh of the abdomen and Samuel's cheek, and lifted up the other's already confused cheek with his palm, and gently asked:

"My what?"

"Your puppy."

Without any hesitation, He Songfeng asked and Samuel answered decisively.

But He Songfeng was not happy with this answer. Instead, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice became lower, deep and muffled, but still soft.

"Wrong."

Samuel pinched He Songfeng's thighs with both hands, pulled them up, and then pushed them forward. With a click, He Songfeng's knees were once again forced to stick to his collarbone. He folded up, toes pointing to the sky, and his legs were placed on Samuel's shoulders.

The sudden fierce attack forced He Songfeng to clamp his legs together subconsciously, which made Samuel taste the feeling of being slapped in the face by tender flesh.

He Songfeng's innocent and helpless clear face formed a sharp contrast with his dissolute appearance with his toes pointing in the air and his lower abdomen cramping.

Samuel almost imagined himself as a poor baby held tightly in the arms of the Virgin Mary, and at this moment his Virgin Mary was baptizing him in an extremely obscene posture.

In the second quadrant of the Holy Whore, no man can resist, and he begins to fall into the frenzy of sexual excitement more and more uncontrollably.

While Samuel offended his Mother, his Angel, he humbly asked, "What then shall I be?"

"Hmm..." He Songfeng exhaled a long breath through his nose.

Samuel awaited his response.

But He Songfeng didn't say anything, but used actions.

He Songfeng put his palm on Samuel's face, covering Samuel's mouth and nose, blocking all his breath in the palm lines.

The suppressed breath had nowhere to be released, and turned into thick, hot mist spraying on the palms.

Samuel's chest heaved violently, like the waves outside the window, surging and violently hitting the rocks and crashing into the hull.

He Songfeng's palm suddenly moved downwards, and his slender fingers were not as light as imagined. Instead, they were like cold and hard wood rolling over his face and stopping at his neck.

He placed his finger on Samuel's Adam's apple and paused.

Samuel's chest rose and fell vigorously again. He raised his head and stopped all movements, staring blankly at the Virgin Mary who was giving him the oracle.

He Songfeng's fingers suddenly moved.

A twisted line, a pause, S.

Then three horizontal lines and one vertical line, a pause, and E.

Then came two slow slant strokes, X.

Samuel's breathing was no longer enough through his nose. He was more excited than ever about what was going to happen next.

He breathed by actively squeezing his chest and forcing large waves of air out of his lungs.

The depiction of his neck did not stop, and he added a few slow strokes.

Every time he left a letter, Samuel's body would tremble violently, and the reaction became more and more intense, until the last stroke of the last letter stopped, and Samuel let out a rough roar like a beast -

He leaked.

The last three letters are:

PET

Put together:

[SEX PET]

This line of letters left a shallow water mark on Samuel's neck, wrapping around Samuel's neck like a pet collar, forming an invisible branding contract.

Samuel is not He Songfeng's puppy, he is He Songfeng's sex pet. He is a puppet who will squeeze up eagerly at the beckoning of his finger, and when the job is done, He Songfeng will step on him like a corpse.

He Songfeng was very happy with his scolding, and Samuel was also very happy with his scolding.

He Songfeng's hand ruffled Samuel's hair, "So you can't leave me, right?"

Samuel's mind and body were still in shock. Facing He Songfeng's question, he was stunned for a moment. His whole body was like a hot and soft bread coming out of the oven. After coming into contact with the cold air, he quickly collapsed and fell into He Songfeng's arms.

His strong arms wrapped around He Songfeng's shoulders and hugged him tightly.

He Songfeng also opened his arms, placed them on the back of Samuel's head, inserted his fingers into the hair, and played with the sweaty and frizzy black hair.

"Yes, the puppy can't leave you."

Samuel kissed He Songfeng's ears. Under He Songfeng's repeated questioning, he was trained into a puppy who liked to lick with his tongue. His wet and sticky saliva covered half of He Songfeng's face. He enjoyed leaving his scent and traces on He Songfeng's body.

He Songfeng smiled, hummed, lowered his eyes and gazed tenderly at the huge thing in his arms, while his palms were like a lullaby, gently soothing and patting it.

A lot of furry hair sprouted from the top of Samuel's head, which had been waxed. He Songfeng used the remaining wax to style Samuel's hair, pinching it together in bunches.

When Samuel realized that his handsome hairstyle was ruined by He Songfeng, he suddenly raised his head from He Songfeng's arms, staring hard and seriously at He Songfeng's pupils, using his eyes as a mirror.

He Songfeng chuckled.

He had a giant hedgehog puppy, he thought.

"Angel..."

Samuel pinched his throat and acted coquettishly, pretending to push He Songfeng's legs back onto his shoulders.

"I'm tired, Mr. Samuel." He Songfeng also acted coquettishly, his voice soft and gentle.

Samuel's palm circled He Songfeng's thigh, and he bit it with his head tilted, humming indistinctly: "One more time, the last time, I can last the whole night."

"All right."

He Songfeng counted the time and his patience was almost exhausted, so he clamped his legs together and actively catered to Samuel. Soon, Samuel surrendered unwillingly under his initiative.

He bit He Songfeng's finger, angrily nibbling it in circles, leaving a clear circle of teeth marks.

"Angel, you're so mean!"

The next day, the two men disembarked from the boat.

I went out to sea for a month during the winter vacation. The temperature on the sea was just right, but when I returned to school, it was still late winter and early spring, and the lingering coldness was still floating in the air.

In the new academic year of his junior year, half of He Songfeng's team members were new faces. Some knew they could not graduate, so they simply gave up their studies and went home. Some took a year off, had some fun, and then came back to continue their studies.

But He Songfeng didn't know them very well, so whether they were new or old had nothing to do with him.

The core member of their group was He Songfeng. Out of social etiquette, they all took the initiative to give gifts to He Songfeng.

One of the new faces didn't know that He Songfeng didn't drink, so he gave him a bottle of fine LePin 2015 wine.

He Songfeng has always been a person who would not refuse. When the other party gave him some wine, he just put it in his handbag.

"Angel, do you know that many people at school are imitating your style? Your neutral and simple style is so trendy this year that I feel like those luxury brands copied your ideas and launched new products."

"Angel, have you found an internship for your junior year? I have a friend who's starting his own visual communication studio and was wondering if you'd like to join. Here are some designs they've worked on. Everyone in their studio knows you; they say you'll become a super famous artist or model in the future, so everyone wants to meet you in advance."

"Angel!"

"Angel?"

"Angel..."

Angel comes, Angel goes.

The members of the opening course group were courting He Songfeng throughout the afternoon.

The small talk was extremely boring. It all came down to this - He Songfeng didn't like people calling him Angel, but he couldn't refuse because they only recognized the Angel who was doted on by Samuel, not the lonely He Songfeng.

The class ended and the professor left the class.

He Songfeng immediately closed his notebook, picked up his bag, and left first.

At school, he passed Evander.

The pace of both people slowed down at the same time, but neither of them looked back, letting the touch and warmth left on shoulders and backs of hands from the passing just now be quickly wiped out by the damp cold of early spring.

The two of them seem destined to be people from two different worlds.

Evander walked up the stairs to the university classrooms, being admired and respected along the way.

He Songfeng walked down and lowered his head to the rich man's passenger seat. The people around him cast obscene glances at him.

The sports car stopped downstairs of the apartment building. The clouds in the sky were already dark. The strong wind blew across the outline of the car, and a creepy whistling sound came through the gaps in the window.

He Songfeng lowered his head to pack his bag and was about to get off the car when he turned around and saw Samuel was indifferent. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Samuel touched his pocket, pinched the cigarette box and took it out: "Angel, I have something to do tonight."

He Songfeng didn't rush to get out of the car, but instead helped Samuel light the cigarette while he was biting it.

Samuel held the cigarette between two fingers of his left hand, pinched He Songfeng's neck with his right hand, and forced a hot kiss full of heat on He Songfeng's mouth.

After getting off the car, He Songfeng covered his throat and squatted on the ground, almost coughing out his lungs. The long hair hidden in his neck was lifted up by a pair of invisible big hands, flying in one direction, fanning He Songfeng's thin back in a messy manner.

"laugh."

Samuel chuckled, mocking He Songfeng's tentative attempts to smoke, and then he sighed deeply, "Angel, you are too pure."

Then, the sports car sped away behind He Songfeng, and the engine roared so loudly that even the leaves on the street were shaking.

He Songfeng put down his handbag and took the wine out of it.

He held his chin and tapped the bottle with his fingers, making a hypnotic clanging sound.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

Bang bang bang——!

Evander opened the door of the apartment and was surprised when he saw who was knocking.

He Songfeng drank so much that his face turned as red as liver, almost purple, making people wonder if he was suffering from alcohol poisoning.

His body was staggering, and after knocking on the door three times, he looked like he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

The strong fishy smell of heavy rain in the corridor was completely covered by the aroma of wine on He Songfeng's body.

Ivander hurried forward to comfort him. At the same time, Kitty also poked her head out of the room, and after discovering that it was He Songfeng, she jumped towards him.

"Why are you so drunk? Did Samuel force you to drink?"

The two doors facing each other in the corridor were open at this moment. Evander subconsciously helped He Songfeng to his room, but soon pushed He Songfeng into his own apartment.

Kitty took advantage of this good opportunity to sneak into the home of He Songfeng, the bad mother who gave birth to a child but did not raise it, and visited the house in a swaggering manner.

When Evander helped He Songfeng sit on the sofa, Kitty jumped directly onto the sofa and stepped on He Songfeng's legs. After patrolling around proudly for two rounds, it decided to lie on He Songfeng's legs with its hands in its pockets, looking up at He Songfeng eagerly, making a throaty meowing sound, hoping that He Songfeng would touch it.

He Songfeng didn't notice Kitty's flattery. He just leaned drowsily on Evander's shoulder and hummed, "Are you asking Samuel?"

Evander said nothing, but just looked at the mess on the table and sighed.

He marveled at how deep the sorrow must have been for him to drink half a bottle of high-purity wine alone.

He Songfeng muttered drunkenly, "He said he can't live without me."

"What did you say?" Ivander didn't hear his vague words clearly, so he leaned over and lowered his head to listen carefully to what He Songfeng said.

He Songfeng let out a tired breath, then took a deep breath into his chest and shouted:

"He said he can't leave me!"

After the high pitch, it was low again. He Songfeng rested his cheek on Evander's shoulder, pinching Evander's soft tweed coat, and spoke softly and gently, like telling a story:

"Then I can start leaving him."

Kitty screamed again, but found that both He Songfeng and Evander ignored her.

It jumped away, lay down on the side with a complaining look, and glared at the two owners in front of it unhappily, but soon it forgot this episode without conscience, crawled into He Songfeng's handbag, and got in, leaving only a pair of clear cat eyes exposed to observe the world furtively.

"You are really drunk."

Ivander put He Songfeng back on the sofa, but soon He Songfeng clung to him again like an octopus.

"Why are you drinking so much all of a sudden?"

He Songfeng frowned, and Evander thought he would get the answer, so he listened quietly with a serious expression.

But He Songfeng asked, speaking in a completely different way: "What's my name?"

"He Songfeng."

Evander spoke in a clear voice. There was no foreign accent on his lips. He must have said the name many times in private.

Samuel once used this trick, pronouncing He Songfeng's name in a clear and correct voice, and only then did the two of them get in touch.

He Songfeng was in a trance at this moment, and murmured in disbelief: "Really? Is this my name?"

Evander pulled off He Songfeng's hands that were wrapped around him, turned around to pick up the scattered things on the table, moved the wine bottle away, and took a stack of toilet paper to carefully wipe the spilled wine on the table.

While cleaning, he said, "Yes, your name is He Songfeng."

Soon, Evander realized why He Songfeng asked this. He stood up, looked at He Songfeng and emphasized:

“Not Angel.”

"Yep..." He Songfeng exhaled tiredly and repeated: "Not Angel."

He Songfeng suddenly let out a scream, scaring Evander so much that he looked over.

"Huh? Kitty! You've grown up. You're not a kitten anymore. You're a medium cat."

He Songfeng held the plump Kitty in his hands and kissed her cheek carefully, mumbling, "Do you still remember me? You probably don't remember me, after all, I'm not the one raising you."

"Meow!" Kitty opened her mouth wide and responded loudly to He Songfeng's call. Her voice was exactly the same as when she was a kitten, as loud as a trumpet, and it made He Songfeng's ears tinnitus.

"So cute, so cute..."

He Songfeng couldn't let go of the kitty, even though it was not a purebred cat, with a pointed face and monkey-like features, and the patterns on its body were randomly arranged without any rules, it did not prevent it from being well taken care of.

"I really envy you, you know, I'm the same as you, but different."

It has a Hermes cat bed prepared for it by He Songfeng, and is carefully taken care of by Ivander. Both of them are pampering it and loving it.

"I wanted a lot of money and I wanted a lot of love, but I didn't get either."

It’s not like I want the sun or the moon in the sky.

He Songfeng's body collapsed helplessly, his waist seemed to be broken, his upper body folded on his legs, and his head sank again and again.

Kitty noticed something was wrong and jumped to the side and shouted loudly.

Evander immediately put down his work and walked forward. He held He Songfeng's head, carefully helped him up and straightened him up, and sternly warned him: "If you do this, it is very likely to cause tracheal obstruction and endanger your life."

He Songfeng's voice flowed out softly: "...Then hold me, just like you hold Kitty."

He Songfeng's two hands, which were pinching the corners of Ivander's clothes, trembled uneasily. The purple veins on the pale back of his hands were particularly prominent. The thin skin wrapped around the trembling bones, and the knuckles were so high that they almost rubbed the skin.

The slender bamboo arms were like a drowning man grabbing at a lifeline, stretched to the point of almost cramping.

…………

"good."

Evander put his glasses away and placed them on the table. He sat down and came to He Songfeng's side.

He Songfeng rushed towards the heat source without thinking, like a moth to a flame.

"Professor, please stop looking at me with such disappointment. I'm very pitiful. When you look at me like that, I feel even more pitiful."

"I don't have any parents. I was picked up and raised by someone. That person wasn't a good person either. He treated me like a prostitute and a concubine. And I... if I gave him a little favor, he would fuck me from the first to the fifteenth day of the month. It would cost about ten dollars."

"I'm really cheap. I'm selling myself at a clear price. I've slept with many men, three? Four? Five...?"

He Songfeng counted on his fingers. He was a little overwhelmed, so he simply stopped counting and muttered to himself to finish what he had not finished saying.

"As long as I have money, I will go to great lengths to seduce and get into bed."

"I've put myself through this, just to build a better future for myself..."

He Songfeng covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and held it for a long time without exhaling.

These turbid gases rushed around in his chest, shattering his unwillingness, resentment, and bitterness into dust, which was then packed into his cells and transported to various parts of his body through blood vessels.

The bone ulcer is the key to the character of He Songfeng.

His skin had not yet collapsed, but without the abscesses and tumors attached to his bones, He Songfeng's bones and spirit would have long since fallen apart.

He Songfeng finally decided to let out his anger, and the sadness caused by alcoholism was somewhat dispelled by the resentment.

“…………Actually, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

Evander didn't know what to say. After a long silence, he lowered his head and placed an intimate kiss on He Songfeng's forehead, "...I'll hold you."

"Well, hold me tight, don't let me fall to the ground, it will hurt me."

He Songfeng hugged the professor tightly, and put his whole body into Evander's arms, his bones and his soul falling down lazily and clumsily.

Like an overturned ship, it sank helplessly in stagnant water, having long lost all its survival instincts, unable to even create a ripple, and the water surface was quickly flattened by the lifeless atmosphere.

Evander lowered his head and silently watched the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully in his arms.

He Songfeng didn't cry, but Ivander was secretly crying for him.

His heart was also corroded by the pustules wrapped around He Songfeng's bones. The maggots that crawled out of the pain revealed by He Songfeng's peeling off the silk and cocoon made his heart sour and full of holes.

He felt sad for He Songfeng's misfortune.

Their sorrow has the same root.

Feeling sorry for someone is the beginning of loving that person.

With a loud commotion, heavy rain poured down, leaving no one any time to react.

The bean-sized raindrops were like countless pairs of ghost hands from hell, slamming against the windows frantically, and the sour and corrupt smell in the air became even stronger.

He Songfeng was sleeping soundly in Ivander's arms, breathing steadily through his nose.

Ivander held him in his arms, while He Songfeng held a kitten in his arms. The kitten's furry belly covered He Songfeng's cold, tense hands. It didn't fall asleep until his hands were completely relaxed, and then it slowly licked its paws.

On this stormy night, two people and a cat curled up in a warm environment, snuggled together and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, He Songfeng opened his eyes lazily, and in the dizziness after drinking, he subconsciously called out Kitty.

But the next second, he was frightened speechless by the olive green eyes that suddenly approached him.

The corners of Samuel's mouth rose strangely, revealing a sharp smile, and he stared at He Songfeng without blinking.

"You cheated."