Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Roaring, controlling, hysterical...

He Songfeng's pupils suddenly dilated, just like the dilation of a person's pupils before death. The origin in the center of the eyeball continued to expand until it completely enclosed the huge monster in front of him.

Maybe it was because the man in front of him was so aggressive, or maybe it was because He Songfeng felt guilty.

His eyes could no longer be fixed on Samuel. The guilty air leaked out of his eyes, and the enlarged eyeballs were blown slowly to the left by the guilty air.

He Songfeng wanted to see clearly where he was before deciding what to say next.

Just as his eyes moved to the left and his gaze shifted, Samuel's slap came from the fan.

He Songfeng's pupils suddenly constricted due to fear, and he subconsciously closed his eyes to escape, his body tensed into a straight line.

Fortunately, the slap was not aimed at him, but brushed across his cheek and went straight to the back of He Songfeng's head. Five fingers roughly inserted into the gaps between the hair on the back of his head, pushed upwards, tightened the finger gaps, and grabbed the hair roots as if pulling out weeds.

He Songfeng's head was forced to be fixed at an angle where he could only see Samuel. He saw that Samuel's facial features were twisted into sharp angles, his mouth was shrunk into a thin line, and his jawline was completely stretched into a right angle because of gritting his teeth.

"Mr. Samuel, what are you talking about?"

He Songfeng blinked several times before he slowly turned his innocent gaze to Samuel.

"I said, you cheated."

Samuel spoke word by word, his hot breath spraying roughly on He Songfeng's face, making He Songfeng's already guilty eyelids flicker even more frequently.

The black mole on He Songfeng's eyelid appeared and disappeared from time to time, just like He Songfeng's heart, beating! beating! beating!

Rather than saying "I don't understand", He Songfeng actually wanted to ask "Who are you referring to?"

Are you talking about Evander? Or Dou Mingxu?

Or is it both?

He Songfeng stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Samuel's cheek. He quickly lifted it and then rolled it into a fist, placing it on his heart. He prayed and whispered uneasily, "Mr. Samuel, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Samuel did not respond to He Songfeng's uneasiness immediately.

He Songfeng opened his eyes again, his eyelids completely hiding the mole in the wrinkles. He used the gentle look that he was best at to carefully calm Samuel's anger.

Unfortunately, He Songfeng’s pretending to be good didn’t work this time.

"Don't understand? Then I'll make you understand."

Samuel's arms suddenly tensed up with a terrifying force, which directly dragged He Songfeng off the bed and came in front of him.

He Songfeng let out a short cry in shock.

At the same time, Samuel's other hand was not idle either. He grabbed He Songfeng's arm and used both hands to drag He Songfeng from the bed to the side of the bed.

He Songfeng had already lost control of his body in the sudden forceful drag. Now his arms were hanging in the air, and he couldn't find a stable landing point no matter what he did. His knees hit the edge of the bed.

The body is like a car stuck on a cliff, with the front two-thirds already drooping towards the bottom of the cliff, stuck on the edge of collapse, and teetering on the edge of collapse.

He Songfeng was only able to avoid falling to the cold, hard ground due to Samuel's two hands.

"Mr. Samuel, Angel really doesn't understand what you are saying." A pleading voice came out of He Songfeng's nose.

He Songfeng's bones were so thin and small that Samuel's palms were so strong that it seemed that he could break his bones with one hand.

Just when He Songfeng was about to be brutally thrown to the ground, Samuel finally softened his heart, but not completely.

Samuel's two hands suddenly rushed towards He Songfeng's face from all directions. His palms were like two sharp pliers, leaving circles of deep red finger marks on the hollows of his cheeks. A roar burst out from Samuel's chest. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He shouted:

"You betrayed me. How much more clearly do I need to make this clear?!"

Samuel's face looked like a ghost, because he still had a terrifying smile on his face. The corners of his mouth flew upwards stiffly as if they were cut by a knife, but there was no smile in his eyes, only malice.

"You're playing dumb."

Samuel arbitrarily issued a death warrant for He Songfeng's behavior.

Without waiting for He Songfeng to react, the other party directly picked up He Songfeng. Although it was a princess hug, He Songfeng only felt pain and confinement.

The five fingers that were tightening around his arm were like nails, fiercely nailing him to Samuel's arms. He couldn't move at all, and even trembling was considered a sign of disloyalty and uncleanness.

"ah--!"

He Songfeng screamed in shock, the world spinning around him, his back sinking deeply into the sofa in the living room. The glaring light in the living room made He Songfeng's eyes dazzled with pain.

Samuel's hands drooped dejectedly, his shoulders hunched inward, his upper body arched into a C shape, and the hair on his forehead had long been shaken by his emotions, and many of the strands were tangled and hit his eyes.

Samuel's chest sank inward, and he let out a deep, long breath. At the same time, he raised his hands and brushed the annoying hair back to where it belonged.

While Samuel was sorting out his emotions, He Songfeng quickly looked around.

He confirmed that Evander was not there, Kitty was not there either, and the wine on the table was placed in the middle.

Everything was organized very well, with no trace of a second person.

But this did not make He Songfeng feel relieved, because if Dou Mingxu was discovered, things would only get worse.

The relationship between Evander and him is more like friends than lovers.

But Dou Mingxu was different. He Songfeng actually seduced her behind Samuel's back.

And given Dou Mingxu's bad temper, it is possible that he did hint to Samuel.

When he thought of this, He Songfeng couldn't help but clench his hands on the sofa, clenching his fists tightly, and his five fingers almost pierced his fragile palms out of anxiety.

"Speak! Explain!"

Samuel's mouth was split open as he roared hysterically.

He kicked the edge of the sofa, causing the huge sofa to creak with a terrifying sound.

He Songfeng successfully pinched his palm until it bled. The intense pain forced him to sit up from his passive state, crawled to Samuel's side, sat on the edge of the sofa, stretched out his hand to Samuel for help, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "I didn't do it. How can I explain what I didn't do?"

He Songfeng's hand was slapped away coldly.

He fell back into the depression of the sofa, his body falling helplessly, his hands, his shoulders and his head all slumping downwards.

He Songfeng sat there like a hollow puppet with its strings cut, his eyes staring blankly at a meaningless corner, even breathing became unnecessary.

It is difficult to tell whether he is feeling guilty or just frightened.

"No? Really?"

Samuel's face suddenly came closer.

He Songfeng slowly raised his head when he felt the heat in front of him, raised his arms and took the initiative to wrap them around Samuel's shoulders, crying in a wronged voice: "No, really not."

He Songfeng had already made up his mind that even if he was slapped in the face, he would insist that it didn't happen.

Samuel ignored He Songfeng's advances and brought the wine in the middle of the table to He Songfeng. The cold and hard bottle tapped He Songfeng's cheek, and the wine in the bottle made a clinking sound.

"Who bought it for you? Do you have the money to buy it?"

Without waiting for He Songfeng to answer, Samuel made the conclusion for him:

“You don’t have the money to buy it.”

Turning his head, Samuel wiped a handful of short animal hair on the sofa pillow again, "Cat hair."

Cats don't appear and leave for no reason.

"A second person came into this room. What did that person do to you? Did they use their tongue to make your mouth swollen and numb, or did they fuck you until you blossomed? Or did they use your upper and lower mouths to eat everything you should and shouldn't eat?"

Samuel's words were very unpleasant. When he lowered his eyes, he saw He Songfeng covering his face helplessly and crying, as if he had really suffered a great injustice.

Samuel didn't feel any pity at all, and he grabbed it with his hand.

"Who is it?"

He grabbed He Songfeng's hair, pulled it out by the roots and forced him to look up.

Samuel already had a choice in mind, "Evander, right?"

After asking, he let go.

He Songfeng fell back to the ground like a piece of grass that had been pulled out by the roots, his arms and legs curled up against his body with weak muscles.

He Songfeng's pretended sobbing paused for an imperceptible moment, and a light breath came out of his nose steadily.

It turned out to be Evander, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"say!"

Samuel's voice muffled and vibrated out from his chest.

"Mr. Samuel... please don't be angry for now. I can explain everything."

He Songfeng opened his arms eagerly to Samuel, hoping that the other party would respond to his kindness.

It doesn't matter if you don't respond. He Songfeng pointed at the bottle of wine and continued to talk to himself: "This bottle of wine was given to me by a classmate."

"As for the kitten, it's indeed Mr. Evander who is raising it for me. Since you don't like it, I can only play with it secretly when you're not around."

Samuel sneered. He didn't believe He Songfeng at all.

"You mean, you, who never drinks, drank half a bottle of wine by yourself, then went to knock on Evander's door and asked him to return the kitten to you, and then before I came back, Evander took the kitten away again?"

He Songfeng nodded, and took the initiative to stand up and open his arms forward, hugging Samuel. Putting his arm around Samuel's neck, he promised softly, "Yes, I have absolutely not been unfaithful to you, and he and I have never done anything beyond friendship."

He Songfeng put his right hand around his neck and his left hand down on Samuel's chest, which was breathing rapidly, and his five fingers gently stroked back and forth like water.

"Mr. Samuel, Mr. Evander's character is worthy of being a friend."

Samuel pinched He Songfeng's cheeks and shook them twice, sneering, "Deep intercourse? Anal intercourse!"

He Songfeng maintained his gentle smile, and a soft gesture of goodwill hummed from his nose: "Mr. Samuel, everything I said is true."

Samuel: "You swear."

He Songfeng's gaze met Samuel's softly, his eyes unblinking, his heart no longer tiring. He slowly raised his hand, five fingers pointing to the sky, and swore clearly, "I swear, I have never been unfaithful to Mr. Samuel."

He Songfeng said everything he needed to say. He and Evander did not do anything excessive tonight. There was no kissing, just a hug, not to mention the more intimate things that Samuel imagined.

Whether Samuel believed it or not was his business.

Samuel bent down, with his upper body hanging in front of He Songfeng.

He Songfeng maintained a flattering smile.

The next second, Samuel's hand stabbed forward like a harpoon.

He Songfeng, the weak fish, was caught and screamed in panic.

A hole was torn in He Songfeng's upper body clothes, and his fair skin was like leaking sunlight, suddenly occupying most of the sight.

"Let me check it," Samuel ordered.

He Songfeng frowned and tried to kick Samuel away, but what he got in return was even tougher suppression. The other party's palm was already pinching He Songfeng's ankle, and he deliberately pushed hard into the soft spot.

The tingling and numbing sensation of severe pain quickly spread throughout his body along his blood vessels. He Songfeng's body suddenly became as soft as the snowy screen of an old-fashioned TV, and even his head was filled with that picture.

When He Songfeng recovered, he slapped her without thinking, and shouted sharply: "I explained! I swore! You can't!"

Samuel's face was twisted to one side by the sudden slap, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out of his nose.

The air became quiet, and Samuel's fierce facial features suddenly froze on his pale face. Beads of sweat slid down, and the chain representing Samuel's rationality also broke completely with a snap.

"You can't! You can't resist me!"

Samuel's features were torn into the appearance of a hysterical devil, and every line on his face was torn to frightening angles.

He roared, he controlled himself, he wished he could crush He Songfeng's bones.

He Songfeng was held down by a hand and pushed deeper into the sofa, his chest almost tightening and he was having difficulty breathing.

This poor puppet had his master personally cut the strings that controlled his limbs, and took out the stuffing under his skin one by one, from the inside to the outside, until everything was forced to be spread out, and all his privacy was exposed in front of his master - until He Songfeng turned into a pool of broken rags and dirty cotton, and a mass of rotten flesh and bones.

He Songfeng lay on his back on the sofa, tears accumulating in the depressions of his eye sockets to form the smallest artificial sea in the world.

It dries up in the eyes.

"So? Did you find the answer you were looking for?"

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Author's words: Last night I thought I'd take a nap and get up to edit and publish a new chapter, but when I opened my eyes the sky fell. There will be an update tonight [heart][heart]