Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Dou Mingxu, a competitive and scrambling...

"good."

He Songfeng readily agreed.

He Songfeng placed his hand on Dou Mingxu's Adam's apple, rubbing the protruding Adam's apple with his palm lines in an ambiguous manner. He was not in a hurry to suffocate him, but stroked it slowly first, allowing the temperature of his palm and neck to become the same, and then he placed his five fingers on the skin of the other's neck.

All five fingers found their proper positions, and without much effort, the fingertips trembled through the throbbing meridians, shaking out in waves with each breath, like sieved bran.

He Songfeng's fingertips rubbed back and forth faintly, as if plucking the strings of a guitar for Dou Mingxu.

Dou Mingxu's breathing became more rapid, and the interlaced and protruding veins on his neck swelled, like a creeper suddenly parasitic on the crumbling wall of Dou Mingxu.

He Songfeng's fingers stopped moving, and his fingertips were placed horizontally on Dou Mingxu's skin blood vessels.

He still was not in a hurry to pinch Dou Mingxu. Rather than seeing Dou Mingxu trembling in pain, He Songfeng actually wanted to see this man trembling in the torture of desire.

They couldn't help but express their desire for He Songfeng from their eyes, and from their noses, throats, and even all their organs were boiling and cheering for this superficial physical pleasure.

Beneath the human skin lies an extremely naked and humble plea.

This is a great picture to prove your worth.

He Songfeng even had the feeling that as long as he used a little trick and just beckoned his finger, these high-ranking men would have to kneel down and serve He Songfeng, a male prostitute who had nothing, as dogs.

Although Dou Mingxu was smart enough to know clearly what was in He Songfeng's mind, he was still willing to be played around by He Songfeng. This was the excitement that this man wanted to find in He Songfeng - a beautiful woman who could play with him like a dog.

A despicable and arrogant man, paired with a dissolute and vulgar beauty.

Dou Mingxu half-closed his eyes, feeling the burning pain of the magma-like hot breath drilling into his nose and throat from his lungs.

He couldn't help but want to say that it was a perfect match, a rotten pot with a rotten lid, a perfect match.

After seeing what he wanted to see, He Songfeng was satisfied and used his fingers to push out circles of depressions on the other's fragile neck. The depressions went from shallow to deep, until they became five dark flesh-colored small pits.

The meridians on Dou Mingxu's neck swelled again as if to save himself, and he tried his best to escape from the sudden torture.

Dou Mingxu's entire face soon turned red, even purple, from being pinched. Countless pairs of red bloodshot like ghost hands stretched out from under the whites of his eyes, greedily climbing upwards, intending to occupy the entire eyeball.

His chest rose uncontrollably, his head tilted upward and backward, hitting the back of the seat heavily. His eyeballs were burned by the fiery red bloodshot and rolled back repeatedly, wanting to escape deeper into the shadows, giving up on himself and wanting to leave his eye sockets to these horrifying blood marks.

Stuck in a perfect boundary.

He Songfeng's fingers relaxed slightly, and a strong gas was like a knife, breaking through the blocked trachea and coughing out violently.

“Cough cough—cough cough cough—!”

Dou Mingxu's face turned from red to white, and then to gray-green.

He forced his eyelids to stay up, and while coughing, he dug out a large breath of scorching hot air from his chest and sprayed it on He Songfeng's wrist, burning a large area of ​​He Songfeng's tender wrist flesh red.

But soon, He Songfeng tightened his grip again.

The intense suffocation came back quickly without any warning.

Dou Mingxu suffocated uncontrollably in shock, his breath becoming a tangled mess of wool within seconds. The feeling of near death lingered on the edge of He Songfeng's brain, bouncing back and forth. He saw stars, and his breathing stagnated.

The few seconds of rest that He Songfeng gave him were a reward from his master. He cherished it and was grateful for it.

When he looked up, He Songfeng always maintained a neutral smile, and the distance, temperature and emotions were just the right amount of cold, but not indifferent.

He really looked like a dog trainer, smiling with satisfaction at his dog's obedience.

Excessive adrenaline rushed into his cerebral cortex, and the violently jumping senses brought about intense sexual excitement. The faint soapy scent in the air, which belonged only to He Songfeng, became the final fuse, quickly burning throughout his body.

Dou Mingxu half-closed his eyes, and a big tent had already been erected in his lower body.

At this moment, the vehicle behind suddenly honked its horn, and the sudden and harsh beeping sound smashed the restless atmosphere in the car.

Dou Mingxu suddenly opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream, and then he remembered that they were still waiting for the traffic light on the road.

In a blink of an eye, He Songfeng had retracted his hands and let them hang steadily on both sides of his body. His expression and his body were so calm as if they did not belong here.

Dou Mingxu parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine.

The adrenaline faded and the pain spread quickly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his aching neck. It felt like the pain of having his blood vessels and meridians cut was drilling into his brain nerves and giving him a headache.

But when he pinched He Songfeng's chin and kissed him forcefully, it was like taking painkillers, and all the discomfort in his body was suppressed by this kiss.

He Songfeng's soft lips felt like a piece of cotton candy that could not be torn apart when bitten. They were warm, soft, and faintly sweet, completely different from his cold body.

Dou Mingxu pinched He Songfeng's chin with his left hand, while his right hand was busy pulling open He Songfeng's collar.

He said in a high-sounding manner, "I'll help you sweep out the petals."

In fact, after putting the hand in, it is like the claw of a claw machine, sweeping back and forth softly and weakly, dropping and then grabbing something suddenly, but not catching anything, so it rubs, grabs and kneads again.

It was said to be sweeping petals, but in fact she was taking the opportunity to rub He Songfeng's upper body.

From the two slender and symmetrical collarbones, to the hard sternum bones, to the chest, and then down to the completely soft lower abdomen, there is a thin layer of fat accumulated because of sitting.

But Dou Mingxu's favorite is the part slightly higher.

There is some soft flesh on He Songfeng's chest. After all, everyone has mammary glands, and He Songfeng is no exception. This is a normal human characteristic.

He Songfeng raised his hand, not to stop Dou Mingxu from pinching his chest, but to stop Dou Mingxu from biting his lips.

"Don't bite too hard, Samuel can see it."

He Songfeng once again reminded Dou Mingxu that they were having an affair and it would be difficult for him to explain to his colleagues when he returned.

Dou Mingxu frowned and said "tsk", neither saying yes nor no. In short, the kiss continued, and the kneading and kneading continued.

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as Dou Mingxu mentioned it, he would deliberately suck the bead on He Songfeng's upper lip, which is more likely to cause redness and swelling than biting.

He Songfeng didn't say anything else.

Dou Mingxu won a great victory in the competition and provocation, which made him so happy that he had difficulty breathing.

This was completely different from the experience of being abused just now. At this moment, He Songfeng became a sex doll. He remained 100% passive, without any thoughts of his own. He sat there open-minded, letting Dou Mingxu do whatever he wanted.

The experience of being a dog and then being a human again is different.

The pleasure of being a human being was immediately highlighted by the former's pain, and even made Dou Mingxu feel a strong sense of guilt for disobeying his master. This feeling was too fresh, and Dou Mingxu savored it for a long time.

"Are you done touching it?"

He Songfeng suddenly spoke because he noticed that the back seat was falling back, and the entire back seat was lying down into a spacious double bed. The meaning was self-evident.

"Um?"

"Do you want to do it here?" He Songfeng asked bluntly.

"Um."

He Songfeng glanced at the time on his watch, then he straightened up and no longer looked like he was at the mercy of others. He quickly closed his upper body clothes and put both palms on Dou Mingxu's face, pushing him out with force.

"What's wrong?" Dou Mingxu looked puzzled.

He Songfeng tapped the watch on his left wrist with his right hand several times and explained quickly, "The time I agreed to go home with Samuel has come. I'm going back to him."

After saying that, He Songfeng lowered his head to straighten his clothes, pinching the sides of the collar and carefully smoothing it out.

Dou Mingxu snatched the phone from He Songfeng's pocket, handed it to He Songfeng, and ordered in a cold tone: "Call him and tell him you are not going home tonight."

He Songfeng held the phone in both hands, without moving for a long time, and reminded in a low voice: "You are a mistress, you can't be so domineering."

Dou Mingxu's brow bones almost fell into his eye sockets.

"What am I?!" Dou Mingxu's voice became louder.

He Songfeng said each word carefully, as if reading a text:

"You're the mistress, I'm the cheater, Uncle Lambert."

He Songfeng's simple words perfectly interpreted their inappropriate and morally corrupt relationship.

"You really can't stay?"

He Songfeng shook his head.

Dou Mingxu was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. He hurriedly grabbed He Songfeng's hand and stopped him from opening the car door.

Dou Mingxu has lived for 32 years and has been the prince of a wealthy family for 32 years. No one has ever given him such a fresh and exciting experience.

However, in his investigation, He Songfeng's performance was surprising - He Songfeng was a lamb to be slaughtered.

But when he actually came into contact with it, he was completely surprised.

The freshness, excitement and He Songfeng's irreplaceable beautiful face all gave Dou Mingxu reasons not to lose He Songfeng.

"Then break up with him."

"no."

He Songfeng flatly refused.

Before Dou Mingxu could ask why, He Songfeng had already begun explaining himself: "After breaking up with him, no one would give me money to spend, and you would soon find me boring. For my own sake, I must keep two relationships."

Such words could only come from He Songfeng's mouth, and he said it easily and without any burden.

Dou Mingxu had nothing to say. He could only watch He Songfeng get out of the car and leave. He quickly drove to catch up and drove slowly behind He Songfeng.

He Songfeng's good looks attracted many people to chat with him on the street. Before He Songfeng could refuse, Dou Mingxu banged the horn from behind, scaring those young boys away.

He Songfeng stopped into a clothing store and bought a new outfit before heading towards the apartment in a leisurely manner.

Dou Mingxu's car was always waiting for him on the roadside. He sent He Songfeng to the downstairs of the apartment building before leaving reluctantly.

When He Songfeng was going upstairs, he happened to meet Ivander who was getting off work. The two greeted each other silently, and then walked side by side on the stairs in silence. When they reached the third floor, they turned around, opened the door and walked in.

No communication was issued during this period.

Samuel was standing by the window, and he could see them clearly. His olive-green eyes darkened to gray-black under the pressure of his brows, but the moment He Songfeng opened the door and entered, his face turned into a welcoming smile.

Samuel was waiting at the door. The moment He Songfeng walked in, he gave him a warm hug and held He Songfeng tightly in his arms.

Without giving He Songfeng any chance to move, he put his hands on both sides of He Songfeng's arms, positioned him in front of him, and his eyes quickly scanned every corner of He Songfeng's body.

"You changed into new clothes? Why?"

"Why do you smell like leather?"

"Your lips are...swollen."

He Songfeng waited expressionlessly for Samuel's outburst.

Samuel was also nervously waiting for He Songfeng's explanation.

But how could He Songfeng explain this precarious relationship? This was a cohabitation relationship that was about to break up at any time, like a spider web hanging under the beam. Maybe it would be blown away by the wind, or maybe it would be blown away by time. In short, it was on the verge of collapse.

Samuel sighed and closed his eyes tightly. His whole face twisted together nervously, then quickly relaxed.

"You really don't want to explain anything?"

Samuel felt a little tormented. Why did he go to check on He Songfeng? He was asking for trouble. He could have just turned a blind eye to the matter.

Now it was impossible for Samuel to pretend not to see it. His explosive temper was bound to get to the bottom of it:

"I saw it all from the window. You and Evander were walking together."

He Songfeng shook his head.

Samuel's eyes lit up. He was already convinced that Songfeng still cared about him and wanted to explain.

Samuel had already made up his mind that as long as He Songfeng gave him a little step, he would step down immediately.

He was so humble that he only hoped for an attitude from He Songfeng, an attitude that still cherished their feelings!

"Not Evander, but Uncle Lambert."

Samuel was completely stunned. An extremely sharp buzzing sound rose in his head, like the sound of fingernails rubbing hard on a blackboard, squeaking so hard that it made one's bones fall off.

Samuel's hands were already shaking, and he could no longer hold He Songfeng's body completely. His olive green eyes were covered with a thick layer of shadows and mist.

"He asked me to break up with you."

Samuel yelled incoherently, "I didn't ask! I didn't ask you to continue!"

He Songfeng didn't care about his reaction and continued to torture him: "I answer——"

Samuel kept repeating, "I don't want to hear..."

"good."

After saying that, He Songfeng looked at Samuel without blinking, and he began to look forward to Samuel's reaction.

Should he be hysterical? Or burst into tears? Or even kneel down and beg for mercy?

No matter which one, it is delicious to He Songfeng.

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The author has something to say: Matsukaze is a complete bad devil.