Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Large Goods and Small Markings

The car sped along the lane, the wheels kicked up a huge amount of accumulated water and splashed it onto both sides of the road. The raindrops on the front window were like stones falling from the sky. The raindrops that should have been transparent and moist had somehow turned into hard and cold, hitting the car with crackling sounds.

He Songfeng clutched the corners of his clothes tightly in his hands, his voice aggrieved as he whimpered pitifully, "You misunderstood me. I don't have such bad intentions."

"hehe……"

Dou Mingxu smiled, he didn't even turn his head to look at He Songfeng's pitiful appearance.

The driver's window moved down a few centimeters, and the sound of rain rushed in through the window gap even more terrifyingly.

The cigarette in Dou Mingxu's right hand was half gone. His fingertips trembled, and the ashes immediately scattered into the rain. But when he took it back and prepared to take another puff, he found that the stone-like raindrops had smashed the spark of the cigarette butt into a ball of wet black mud.

He Songfeng couldn't figure out Dou Mingxu's attitude, so he bravely tried a second time: "Uncle Lambert..."

Dou Mingxu tutted and interrupted directly: "Quiet."

He Songfeng shuddered and quickly hid back in his clothes, revealing only a pair of pure eyes like a deer, carefully looking at this dangerous world that was almost overturned by the heavy rain.

"Can...can you give me a puff of that cigarette? I've never smoked before and I want to try it."

Dou Mingxu threw the lighter and cigarette case into He Songfeng's arms. He Songfeng hurriedly caught them and whispered a small, flattering word from his throat: "Thank you, you are so kind to me."

He Songfeng lit one and took the first puff.

“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough——!!!”

He Songfeng covered his chest and coughed until he was almost suffocated. His pale face turned red in this strange way.

Soon, He Songfeng began to retch again.

The acrid smoke penetrated into his internal organs along his trachea. His organs, which had been ravaged by alcohol, were irritated once again, like a barbed fork, scraping bloody marks on the surface of his internal organs.

The smoke has nowhere to go and nowhere to release, so it can only return to the throat along the same route. The smoke that is inhaled brings with it even more sourness and bitterness in the body and is vomited out twice as much.

He Songfeng didn't believe it and took another puff.

Another bout of dry heaving threatened to vomit out his internal organs, and his lower abdomen was already throbbing in protest.

He Songfeng finally admitted defeat and acknowledged that his body could not withstand such unfamiliar and intense stimulation.

However, it is more because Dou Mingxu is not interested in his performance. Without an audience, he will not continue to attract attention by self-abuse.

He quietly put the lighter and cigarette case into the pocket Dou Mingxu gave him, hid it in his coat, and with the sound of raindrops, he cursed Dou Mingxu in a low voice, calling him a monster without conscience and compassion.

Dou Mingxu suddenly turned his head and stared at He Songfeng.

He Songfeng responded with an innocent look and hummed aggrievedly: "Sir, I don't think I can learn to smoke."

"hehe."

Dou Mingxu snorted coldly again with an expressionless face, and quickly withdrew his attention.

The vehicle drove for about half an hour, climbing up the hillside, and finally stopped in front of a villa halfway up the mountain.

This mountain is a world-famous "gathering place for rich people". The minimum transaction price of the villas built on this mountain is 100 million yuan, and there is no price lower than this figure, not to mention the management fees, property taxes and other miscellaneous things added together. The maintenance cost of this house for one month may be something that ordinary people will never be able to afford in their lifetime.

From here you can overlook the night view of the entire city, as if you are standing in the position of the owner of this city, casting a cold gaze downwards as if you are in control of the lifeblood of the city.

He Songfeng saw the flashing lights at the foot of the mountain through the rearview mirror. The bright neon lights were not obscured by the rain. Instead, they looked like wind chimes strung together under a gauze curtain. There was no sound, but one could always feel the crisp sound of tinkling bells mixed in with the sound of rain.

He Songfeng was fascinated by the sight. Even though the car had been parked in the garage of the villa, He Songfeng's eyes were always on the rearview mirror, and the hazy deep blue city night scene still remained in his pupils.

"get off."

Dou Mingxu gave the order and left the driver's seat. He Songfeng hurriedly followed him, taking small, cautious steps and following closely.

The size of the villa left He Songfeng dumbfounded.

Without asking, you can understand that Dou Mingxu's villa is definitely the king of buildings on the entire mountain. On the right side of the front and back gardens, there is an infinity pool that is twice the size of He Songfeng's apartment and is directly separated from the outer wall of the first floor. Standing at the edge of the pool, you can look out into the distance and enjoy the entire open view.

The restaurant with high ceilings runs through three floors.

The first floor is for meeting guests, the second floor is for guests to stay, and the third floor is for the host to live.

He Songfeng was placed in the second bedroom on the second floor. Although it was just a second bedroom, it still had its own separate toilet, bathroom, and dressing room.

"Servants are not allowed to leave their rooms at this time."

Dou Mingxu opened the bathroom door for him.

He Songfeng thought he was trying to comfort him and tell him not to be so reserved, but the next sentence revealed his true nature: "You too."

"As you please."

After saying that, Dou Mingxu turned and left.

When the hanging hand swung for the second time, it was covered by a pair of wet and cold hands.

He Songfeng said sincerely: “Thank you, without you, I would have nowhere to go tonight.”

Dou Mingxu's jaw line reveals a very clear boundary because of the clenching of his back molars, and the corner of his mandibular angle is a very hard right angle.

He coldly shook off He Songfeng's hand and scolded him coldly: "Don't treat me as a prop to play with Samuel's feelings."

Dou Mingxu left without even taking the elevator. He pushed open the layers of doors, closed them, and left by stairs.

He Songfeng watched the other party leave without trying to keep him.

These two people were playing their cards openly. Dou Mingxu knew that He Songfeng was acting, and He Songfeng also knew that Dou Mingxu knew he was acting.

He Songfeng turned around and went into the bathroom.

Lying on my back in the extra-large bathtub with built-in massage function, I hummed soft hot air comfortably from my nose, and heard the light gurgling sound of the massager in my ears.

Close your eyes and sink your body down until the top of your head is submerged in the warm water.

It feels like returning to my mother's womb, enjoying the sense of security that comes with being wrapped tightly.

After holding it in for a long time, He Songfeng sat up again.

His expression turned and his eyes stared straight at the closed milky white double-sided sliding door of the bathroom.

Imagine that at this moment an ignorant servant rushes in and scolds him ignorantly, saying that he should not secretly enjoy the master's things when he is not allowed to leave the room.

He Songfeng scooped up a pool of hot water with his left hand, letting the wet water flow down through his fingers. With his right hand, he tucked the wet hair on his cheek behind his ear, and said with a relaxed smile:

"I will be the future owner of this villa."

He Songfeng played the role of the host very well, and took on the image of a mean and sarcastic rich man in TV dramas, opening every door and checking every room.

He took a deep breath and became more determined to become the owner of this villa.

About half an hour later, Dou Mingxu, who was sleeping on the third floor, vaguely felt that something was not going well downstairs. He thought about tidying up his pajamas and going downstairs.

When I was standing on the stairs, I saw a snow-white figure sitting in the hall on the second floor, and there was a faint scent of shampoo in the air.

The figure only revealed a thin back, with a bath towel wrapped around the body. The towel was very tight, and the width of the body was about the same as that of an A4 paper. The thin arms and legs exposed outside the towel made the words "white, young and thin" appear to be perfect.

The lights on the hall's ceiling were on all night long, so the light golden hair looked as delicate as silk satin under the bright light. The fresh air coming in from the central air-conditioning blew the loose hair on the temples into fine fluttering pieces.

Dou Mingxu walked down another step, and the soles of his shoes made a sudden tapping sound, whether intentional or accidental, it was unclear.

He Songfeng immediately turned around to look.

Dou Mingxu immediately locked onto his face.

The gender characteristics were hidden by the bath towel, leaving only He Songfeng's blonde hair and black eyes, which were beautiful enough to be selected for the portrait of Venus, blatantly attacking Dou Mingxu's visual senses.

"what are you doing here?"

"I don't know which guest room you allow me to sleep in. There are too many rooms here and I can't tell them apart..." He Songfeng supported himself on the sofa cushion with both hands, leaning forward helplessly, "Can you help me get back to my room?" His hair fell softly from the back of his neck, swaying like a pendulum as he trembled.

He Songfeng's two arms supporting his body always gave people the feeling that he was about to fall down if Dou Mingxu didn't step forward to help him up.

"good."

Dou Mingxu walked down the stairs, came in front of He Songfeng, and looked down.

He Songfeng immediately clung to Dou Mingxu like a creeper. His two fragile arms now had the strength to wrap around Dou Mingxu's legs, and his body naturally leaned against Dou Mingxu, as if he couldn't live without him.

Dou Mingxu pursed his lips and looked at He Songfeng without any emotion.

He Songfeng was determined to become the "hostess", so she would not be scared off by Dou Mingxu's indifference. She took the initiative to cover Dou Mingxu's palm and placed it on the top of her head, leading him to stroke her head like a pet.

"Samuel can no longer satisfy your greed."

Dou Mingxu's hands cooperated with the caress, feeling the still warm hair flowing through his fingers like water.

“…It was Samuel who said I cheated.”

"Do you have any?"

He Songfeng suddenly stopped talking, but just stared at Dou Mingxu with his eyes open, as if asking: What do you think?

Dou Mingxu said: "I will ask Samuel to pick you up tomorrow."

He Songfeng shook his head and grabbed Dou Mingxu's clothes and begged, "Please don't. He hurt me like this today. I don't know how to face him."

"You're not going with him, but with me?"

“…………” He Songfeng raised the corner of his mouth expectantly.

"It seems you naively thought I would take you in. I look down on you, a ..."

Dou Mingxu looked him up and down with a sneer in his eyes, and completed what he had just said:

"A Whore with a price tag."

prostitute.

Despite being scolded so harshly, He Songfeng still maintained a gentle expression. He lowered his eyes to reveal his mole, exposing his softest and most fragile eye part to Dou Mingxu.

"As Samuel's lover, you can still let me feel the excitement of secretly tasting my nephew's lover. If you leave Samuel, you can't bring me anything. You should understand this."

Dou Mingxu's palm caressed the top of He Songfeng's head affectionately, as if he were touching a cat or a dog, looking down at him.

He Songfeng quickly adjusted his mentality. Since Dou Mingxu touched cats and dogs, he definitely didn't mind objectifying himself as a cat or dog. This was not difficult for He Songfeng at all.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I've never been a prostitute, and I've never sold myself for a price."

He Songfeng spoke sincerely, clenching his fists and placing them on his chin in a praying gesture, and begged innocently, "Please don't call me that."

Dou Mingxu's patience ran out.

"That's enough, stop pretending."

Dou Mingxu pronounced his name very clearly. This was the first time He Songfeng heard these three words from him. Samuel only called himself Angel, but he said with great certainty:

"He Songfeng, your name."

Soon, what Dou Mingxu said next made He Songfeng even more breathless and his brain foggy.

"Born in a small mountain village in the Chinese-speaking world, your sex videos consistently top the charts on Chinese porn sites. And your photos are ten yuan a piece. Isn't that a clear price tag?"

Dou Mingxu pinched He Songfeng's cheek and rubbed it.

"Samuel doesn't know, and I haven't told him."

"Maybe it's because he's long forgotten your name." Dou Mingxu, feeling the humiliation wasn't enough, added another name at the end: "Angel."

"It's quite impressive that someone of this background can come to me with this appearance."

He Songfeng's ears were buzzing.

This was the first time he faced the unbearable side of himself after going abroad.

To this day, he still doesn't have the courage to face himself back then. He can't even look the camera in the face.

Not to mention that all these unbearable things were dissected by Dou Mingxu word by word. The words he said were not words, but a knife that tortured He Songfeng, scraping his bones so painfully, stirring the rotten stagnant water in his body into a pool of smelly concentrated sulfuric acid. The disgusting stench rolled out of his nasal cavity, and He Songfeng wanted to vomit again. The reaction was a hundred times or a thousand times stronger than the nausea brought by smoking.

But He Songfeng bit his tongue, even biting it until it broke, and refused to show his weakness.

After suppressing his nausea with the smell of blood, He Songfeng surrendered and decided not to torture himself any further.

He pinched Dou Mingxu's drooping fingers and asked in a low voice, "Can you take me back to my room to rest?"

Dou Mingxu did not intend to let him go, but instead took advantage of the situation and intensified his attack.

Dou Mingxu's palm suddenly tightened, and his five fingers directly grabbed He Songfeng's hair roots along the gaps between his fingers. He Songfeng's head was pulled out of the ground like a radish, and his body was forced to push upwards uncoordinatedly.

"I'll take you to my bed. Are you satisfied?"

Dou Mingxu bent down and lowered his head for He Songfeng, with a playful expression in front of He Songfeng, which was a naked mockery.

He Songfeng was speechless when he thought of Dou Mingxu having the same expression just now, arrogantly slicing his bloody past into pieces and serving it to him, ignoring his pain and leaving only pale and out-of-context remarks.

Even in this matter, He Songfeng was too cowardly to explain. He would rather be misunderstood and humiliated than say, "That's not the case! The truth is..."

He Songfeng couldn't say anything. He would rather swallow these humiliations like smelly blood.

Allow the secret to ferment and become a piece of rotten meat that parasitizes the spine.

He Songfeng didn't react anymore, his eyelids drooped dejectedly, and there was a miserable smile on his face that he didn't bother to wipe away. His smile was uglier than crying.

He Songfeng could no longer maintain his dignity in front of Dou Mingxu, and his pity was exposed.

However, the real suffering revealed by He Songfeng would only be regarded by Dou Mingxu as a show of weakness and flattery by a docile person, and he would not receive any sympathy.

Dou Mingxu loosened his hand, and He Songfeng fell back onto the sofa, his two slender arms supporting his thin body.

"I don't like pure ones, I like——"

He Songfeng's pupils rolled upwards, with half of his eyeballs hidden in the upper eye sockets.

"I like sluts."

After saying that, Dou Mingxu said "Do as you please" and turned to go upstairs.

The chandelier above his head was extremely dazzling, like a huge sword of Damocles, hanging high above his head, ready to collapse at any time and crush the tiny He Songfeng below into mud.

He Songfeng bit his tongue and swallowed the tears that came at the cost of serving the man with his beauty.

But there were still those dry heaves, those suffocations - and the scenes of being secretly filmed that lingered in his mind, all of which were stimulating He Songfeng's reason.

He thought of smoking and the strong irritation of tobacco!

He Songfeng rolled and crawled into the bathroom, and the bath towel spread out and collapsed halfway.

He Songfeng picked up his coat from the laundry basket, quickly took out his lighter and cigarette case, and lit a cigarette for himself as quickly as possible.

He Songfeng lay flat on the cold tile floor, letting the biting cold on his back penetrate his whole body. He smoked motionlessly, one puff after another, not even noticing the sparks burning his fingertips.

Suddenly, He Songfeng could smoke, his movements were skillful and his breathing was smooth.

There was no coughing, no retching, only the bitter smell that penetrated from the throat into the blood, soothing the restless grief like an anesthetic.

On the ceiling is the book that He Songfeng has been reading.

Having no content is actually the best content.

Soon, He Songfeng felt cold and lonely.

He threw the cigarette butt away, curled up and hugged himself.

I want to be hugged, kissed, and lie in someone's arms.

Want to make love.

I pinched my neck until my mind went blank.

Or when you are hugged, all you can hear in your ears and mind is the other person's comfortable breathing.

Anyone can do it.

He Songfeng never refuses anyone who comes.

I lack love so much that even when I make love, I feel like I am being loved.

This is probably how sexual addiction is formed.

The loud sound of the heavy rain covered up many sounds, including the sound of He Songfeng going upstairs.

“Hmm…Hmm…”

"Hahn...ha...hahn..."

Dou Mingxu was awakened by the noisy breathing sounds after a long time. He opened his eyes and saw an extremely exciting scene.

He Songfeng sat astride his waist and abdomen with confidence, his hair hanging like feathers and scratching Dou Mingxu's waist and abdomen. He held a cigarette in his left hand, put it to his lips and took a light puff, holding the breath in his mouth, and slowly moved back and forth like a rocking horse.

The soft belly became less soft and soon became concave again.

He Songfeng probably had a fever. His internal body temperature was abnormally high, but his surface was cold.

He Songfeng placed his right hand on Dou Mingxu's waist and abdomen, writing something intimately.

Whore.

Dou Mingxu used these words to insult him, and he accepted them openly.

The stimulation of cold and hot sensations on his body quickly made Dou Mingxu surrender.

He Songfeng's eyes rolled back and his body lost balance and fell to the side. Dou Mingxu could no longer pretend to be asleep. He pinched He Songfeng's waist with his hot palm and woke him up from the pleasure.

He Songfeng sat up straight and lowered his head to glance at the hand on his waist.

"hehe……"

Laughter came out from between his lips as he bit the cigarette, and at the same time, a wisp of smoke as fine as white gauze floated upward, like a nun's white gauze covering the top of her head, and his gender was also blurred in the hazy night.

He Songfeng held the scorching hot steam in his mouth, placed the last bit of cigarette against Dou Mingxu's heart, and extinguished it harshly, burning Dou Mingxu's lower abdomen so much that his body spasmed and twitched dangerously.

But Dou Mingxu did not push He Songfeng away. Instead, he indulged his behavior until a circle of black burns appeared on his heart.

He Songfeng let out another obvious laugh from his nose.

Because he found that Dou Mingxu was actually hardened by him, even harder and several times bigger than before, and full of energy.

“You…”

He Songfeng leaned over, pinched Dou Mingxu's cheek, forced open that nasty mouth, humiliatingly spit the cigarette into that mouth, and then pressed against his chin, forcing Dou Mingxu to swallow the cigarette.

He Songfeng took a deep breath, and put his slender, cold fingers on the center of Dou Mingxu's lips. After chuckling twice, he slapped Dou Mingxu in the face with a humiliation that was even more naked than He Songfeng's.

"Bitch, I can't even talk to you nicely. You have to force yourself on me before I respond."