Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Dog Training (Cheng Qiyong) Great Success…

When Cheng Yiliao said that, he was not just speaking, but walking towards the pool of rotten meat with all his heart.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

He Songfeng called out to Cheng Yiliao.

Cheng Yiliao paused, and with his left hand, he rolled up the cuff of his right sleeve more neatly. He turned to look at He Songfeng and replied with a smile:

"I said I wanted to help you."

He Songfeng stood there, shaking his head and refusing: "I don't need your help."

He Songfeng didn't like the feeling of having his plans suddenly interrupted. There was no place for Cheng Yiliao in his plans or his future, but this person just barged in and turned into a parasite, biting him and refusing to let go.

After all, He Songfeng himself is a parasitic plant, Cuscuta australis, so naturally he doesn't like being forced in like this.

Cheng Yiliao didn't care about He Songfeng's attitude at all. He insisted, "What you need."

Without waiting for He Songfeng to say anything, Cheng Yiliao had already walked up to the strange human-shaped figure, and made a shape with his two hands towards the short human-shaped animal, dividing the mud pit into strips with his hands.

He said with reason:

"This thing is bleeding, and the smell of blood will soon spread and stain your clothes. Even if you call the funeral home now to dispose of the body, even if the body is removed, the flesh and blood left in the pit will ferment. It must be disposed of promptly, otherwise, at this temperature, it will quickly turn into a rotting corpse."

After Cheng Yiliao finished speaking, he fixed his gaze on the humanoid corpse on the ground.

He was surprised, he recognized it.

"Your ex-boyfriend?"

The back of Zhao Jieyi's head hit the stone, and blood gushed out, soon filling the stone and the cracks in the soil. The disgusting stench of sourness and decay in the air spread at an extremely fast speed. The stench was so strong that it made people feel as if they were in a fish market where live fish were caught and killed. The stench was unbearable, and there were already signs of decay and sourness.

The person was definitely dead, with no possibility of survival, and his lower body had been smashed into pieces by the rocks.

The only thing that remained intact was the face, which looked as if it were alive.

His face was hideous, his mouth wide open, blood gushing out continuously from his throat. This scene was very similar to how he had pulled He Songfeng's hair and called him a bitch more than once. Even in death, he was still cursing, and the blood spurting out of his throat was smeared on He Songfeng's body with insulting dirty words.

Zhao Jie died with his eyes open, staring straight up.

Before he died, he wanted to use such a horrific death to scare He Songfeng so that He Songfeng would never be able to sleep peacefully in his life.

But unfortunately, he never thought until his death that He Songfeng would have a loyal lackey accomplice, and the person he was staring at now was not He Songfeng, but the accomplice.

He was laughed at by his accomplices, who stepped on his hideous face, turning the weird and terrifying scene he had painstakingly prepared into a pool of meaningless blood, mud and broken bones.

The accomplice then took off his coat and covered the short corpse with it. Only then did he feel at ease to invite He Songfeng in, and he did not forget to give him a caring instruction:

"Don't get too close. It smells bad, it's dirty, and it looks ugly."

He Songfeng knew that he could not stop Cheng Yiliao's loyalty, so he sat down aside and watched Cheng Yiliao calmly.

"Is he dead?" He Songfeng asked.

Cheng Yiliao smiled, his mouth curled up high, almost reaching his ears, and he shouted back, "Dead!"

Cheng Yiliao was still wearing a suit, but his every move clearly showed that he was a childish high school boy. His exposed arms were strong and muscular, and sweat was dripping down along the strands of hair on the back of his head. His broad arms blocked all the dirty things, and he rushed around the yard like a wild boar, with endless energy in his body.

Cheng Yiliao left bloody marks with every kick he made. He quickly returned to the car and drove it outside the yard into the garage to make room for the body transport truck that was about to arrive.

He Songfeng watched the other person enter the garage. His sitting body suddenly tensed up, and his hands on his knees clenched into fists.

The garage and the basement were separated by only a wall and a door. Cheng Qiyong had been locked in the basement for twenty-four hours without food or water, and had not been untied. If he were discovered, he would be in an extremely miserable state.

What about Cheng Yiliao? Who will he help?

How will he behave?

Would he be shocked and then terrified himself?

Or—would he be excited?!

Thinking of this, He Songfeng's clenched hands did not relax, but clenched even tighter, his fingertips almost cutting off the flesh in the palms into crescent shapes.

He Songfeng was not afraid, he was just - excited.

He was eagerly waiting for Cheng Qiyong's secret to be discovered by Cheng Yiliao, and then he was looking forward to Cheng Yiliao's humble attempt to please him.

Yes! Cheng Yiliao will definitely do it.

Cheng Yiliao's personality had long been destroyed into ruins by He Songfeng's emotional torture of him.

He lives just to stand by He Songfeng's side and has long lost his self.

He Songfeng clenched his hands tighter and tighter, and he could even smell a slight smell of rust.

Suddenly, He Songfeng's tense hands were covered by a burning sensation.

He Songfeng jumped out of his self-consciousness and subconsciously looked at the people and things in front of him with vigilance, his face full of alertness.

Cheng Yiliao was originally just bending down to show concern for He Songfeng. After He Songfeng came to his senses, he squatted down and knelt on one leg on the ground.

Cheng Yiliao held He Songfeng's tense hands tightly with both hands, and rubbed the cold flesh softly with his warmth.

"Why are you distracted?" Cheng Yiliao asked him.

He Songfeng turned his face away and ignored Cheng Yiliao.

Cheng Yiliao inched his feet and moved in the direction He Songfeng was looking. "Why are you unhappy? I couldn't find the tools, so I called the crematorium. Someone will come to take care of it soon. Don't worry, I told them that this man committed suicide. Whatever happened here has nothing to do with you."

"Just cooperate and show a frightened expression."

In a short while, Cheng Yiliao had arranged everything properly. He even had a mop nearby, and he dragged the water marks along the bloody footprints all the way out of the yard.

Cheng Yiliao wiped the bloody footprints on the ground, and he hummed uncontrollably: "You don't know how happy I was when I heard that your husband was dead. I almost didn't sleep the whole night, just busy celebrating this..."

After saying that, Cheng Yiliao's body tensed up, and he glanced guiltily in the direction of He Songfeng. His waist was bent as if it was about to break, and it was tightly pressed against the mop stick.

"Ah... I meant I'm sorry your husband died. I just said that. I'm not actually very happy."

Cheng Yiliao held the mop stick in both hands as if he was holding an extremely huge axe. When he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Jieyi lying on the ground. He said "I'm sorry, I'm not very happy", but he kept smiling and never stopped.

It seemed to be saying: Great, another one died. If only they were all dead and I was the only one left, I wouldn’t mind doing it myself.

He Songfeng sat there with his hands flat on the ground, calmly watching all of Cheng Yiliao's little thoughts.

But soon, Cheng Yiliao became worried again, so he asked directly: "Will I be the next one?"

He Songfeng shook his head.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes lit up and then dimmed, he was happy and disappointed, because he was unhappy because his ranking in He Songfeng was too low.

"...If it's my turn, how will you play with me?"

He Songfeng said calmly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Cheng Yiliao threw away the mop stick and came to He Songfeng excitedly. He put his wrists together and placed them in front of He Songfeng, as if his hands were locked in invisible handcuffs and the key was with He Songfeng.

"Forced love."

Cheng Yiliao offered advice.

"You locked me up and wouldn't let me leave your side. Then, when I resisted, you tied me up, humiliated me, and kissed me against my will. I was very angry, so you sat on me, and finally I completely surrendered."

He Songfeng slowly turned his eyes to look at Cheng Yiliao, and it took a long time before he took the next step.

He raised his hand and tapped his temples twice.

He Songfeng said nothing, just nodded and said a lot in silence.

"…………All right."

Cheng Yiliao had no choice but to pick up his mop again and continue his cleaning work until the crematorium car arrived.

A group of people got out of the car, surrounded the sunken pit where the body was, handled the body as quickly as possible, lifted it into the car, closed the door and drove away without any unnecessary greetings or nonsense, and even - without asking for any money.

He Songfeng couldn't help but wonder if the car was really a crematorium or a group of thugs called by Cheng Yiliao.

A large pit suddenly appeared in the yard. When those people dealt with the corpses, they dug out all the blood-stained stones and soil and took them away, leaving behind a bare and barren pit, which was in sharp contrast to the lush and green appearance of the yard.

Cheng Yiliao was outside handling the final cleanup work, clearing the soil, cleaning the stone road, and even pretending to water the flowers, plants and trees that were in full bloom. Time was wasting away as he procrastinated.

He Songfeng was looking down from the bed upstairs, and saw Cheng Yiliao running around in the yard like a pet dog.

When night fell, the doorbell of He Songfeng's house rang.

Finally, Cheng Yiliao expressed his true thoughts.

"I'm dirty, can I borrow your house to take a shower?"

Although he said that, Cheng Yiliao had already slipped in through the crack in the door without permission.

But Cheng Yiliao was not in a hurry to go in. He stood at the entrance and refused to move, using persistence to force He Songfeng to allow him to enter.

"Um."

He Songfeng left a word and turned to walk upstairs.

Cheng Yiliao followed behind and said, "I don't have any change of clothes. Can I wear yours?"

"Um."

He Songfeng walked up the stairs, and Cheng Yiliao followed him wherever he stepped.

After walking up the last step and reaching the entrance of the villa, Cheng Yiliao took a greedy breath and said, "It's getting late. Can I sleep here for a night before leaving?"

He Songfeng stopped, and Cheng Yiliao had the chance to react, but he didn't. He bumped into He Songfeng's back from behind, and used his unstable center of gravity to wrap his arms around He Songfeng's waist, deliberately pulling He Songfeng towards him.

He fell back two steps and his body fell backwards.

He Songfeng was like a doll being held in someone's arms, forced to fall into Cheng Yiliao's arms and rest his head on his body.

Cheng Yiliao seemed to be lying on the ground, but in fact all the parts of his body that could be raised were raised up.

He kissed He Songfeng's cheek and secretly invaded He Songfeng's soft skin. In the name of holding him firmly, his palms almost rubbed through the thin layer of skin and into the deep flesh.

Cheng Yiliao is a scoundrel, and He Songfeng can only helplessly accept it.

"Did the fall hurt you?"

Cheng Yiliao caressed He Songfeng's lower abdomen with concern.

He Songfeng rolled over and broke free from Cheng Yiliao's embrace, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. He placed his palms on the places where Cheng Yiliao had kissed him, wiping away his saliva one by one. He tiredly whispered, "...Go take a shower and don't bother me."

Cheng Yiliao didn't move. He Songfeng pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "I'll get you some clothes."

Cheng Yiliao then reluctantly dragged his feet away.

He Songfeng rubbed his neck, folded his hands across his cheeks, lowered his head and exhaled in small sips, his mouth buried in his palms as he muttered softly:

"I'm already tired after a day's work..."

He Songfeng sat on the ground and rested for a while before standing up.

The sound of water rushing in the bathroom.

He took a new bath towel from the cabinet, passed it through the crack of the bathroom door, and added: "There is no suitable clothing for you to wear, so you can tie it with a bath towel."

It’s not that there is no suitable one. He Songfeng’s dressing room is almost the largest room in the entire villa, even bigger than his bedroom.

He just didn't want Cheng Yiliao to use his clothes.

He knew Cheng Yiliao was a stubborn person and knew he could definitely do it.

Cheng Yiliao's hand was dipped in hot water, and it was like a boiling kettle that burned He Songfeng's palm fiercely.

He Songfeng's wrist trembled, but the other party's hand did not intend to let him go. Instead, under the pretext of taking a bath towel, his fingers flexibly wrapped around He Songfeng's fingers and inserted them, and his knuckles pressed against the palm lines of his palm to scratch them.

Even the two people's hands were unconsciously squeezed together around the bath towel, and their fingers were squeezed into the gaps between their fingers, simulating the blushing action.

Palm kissed palm, rubbing ambiguously, like two bodies catering to each other pressed together, rubbing against each other seductively, flesh sticking to flesh, sinking and rising again.

The tingling sensation sticks to the palm of your hand, spinning in circles and stimulating your senses.

Cheng Yiliao's hands were rough and calloused, while He Songfeng's hands were soft and he had never done heavy work.

The two contrasting temperatures and touches squeezed together were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, almost igniting at the first touch.

"He Songfeng..."

The sound of Cheng Yiliao mixed with the sound of water, dripping out noisily.

“…………”

At the most critical moment, He Songfeng ran away as if fleeing from his danger.

The basement door was tightly closed.

Cheng Yiliao's footprints once stopped in front of this door and then turned back. He was obviously curious, but finally restrained himself.

The moment He Songfeng pushed the door open and walked in, the man kneeling on the ground trembled violently, pulling out the iron chain with a clanging sound, and it hit the ground with a clanging sound.

He Songfeng did not rush to respond to the other party's anger. He sat down and quietly watched the other party's impotent rage.

This is a rare sight. The arrogant man is tied up like a dog and shivering in a dark corner. It would be a pity not to watch it for a while.

Soon, Cheng Qiyong fell into desperate numbness again because of He Songfeng's silence.

Tears as big as beans fell uncontrollably and landed on the ground.

Looking down, he saw that a large area of ​​dried-up water had already gathered there long before He Songfeng came in.

"Oh……"

He Songfeng deliberately made a little noise.

The man in the corner suddenly came back to life, howling in anger.

But He Songfeng stopped talking again. There was dead silence all around, leaving only the man's own anger, like a trapped ant, running around in circles in a panic.

Cheng Qiyong was exhausted. He hadn't eaten for a whole day and night, and after being toyed with like this for a while, his accumulated energy was instantly drained.

The huge body weakened, and the eyes covered by the black cloth gradually became dull. Even though the body was hung up, it could not stop the feeling of sinking downwards.

He Songfeng stepped forward and took off the cloth blocking Cheng Qiyong's mouth, also took off the cloth on his glasses, and turned on the incandescent light above his head.

The sudden light stung Cheng Qiyong's eyes so much that they hurt. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily like a trapped beast.

"Y-FUCK-UGH!!"

Cheng Qiyong cursed weakly twice, and was slapped by He Songfeng, his mouth full of blood foam. The rest of the insults were stuck in his throat, and he was forced to swallow the blood foam and anger along with his breath.

Cheng Qiyong lowered his head and rested for a while, seemingly admitting defeat, but in fact, less than two minutes later, he suddenly struggled against the restraints on his body, causing extremely strong vibrations between the chains and the walls and floor. The crackling sound was like thunder, like a glacier breaking, and like a glass hitting the ground.

"You'd better kill me!"

"Otherwise...otherwise when I get out, I'll kill you!"

Cheng Qiyong opened his bloodshot eyes, and many unwilling hands crawled out from under his eyeballs, trying to swallow his black pupils.

He insulted He Songfeng and brought up all of He Songfeng's embarrassing past.

He said that He Songfeng was a public bus that anyone could ride on, and it only took a little money, and they could even ride together and take turns.

He said that after He Songfeng went abroad, he watched the pornographic videos left by He Songfeng every day. He said that if he had known that He Songfeng would run away, he would have spread the video so that everyone would know about it, and then forced He Songfeng to kneel down and beg for help, and finally tied He Songfeng up and took him home to use as a slave.

He said that even if He Songfeng was rich now, it could not change the fact that He Songfeng was once a prostitute, nor the fact that everyone had seen him wailing and begging for mercy under a man, nor the fact that He Songfeng's first eighteen years were bought out for a few hundred dollars and he was tied up like a dog.

He dug out all the most painful shadows of He Songfeng, turned them into flying saliva, and spat them everywhere.

There was no arrogance in Cheng Qiyong, only defeated hysteria and extreme anger.

He Songfeng watched quietly, even smiling.

This is not a humiliation, but a review of He Songfeng's glorious growth history.

If Cheng Qiyong hadn't said it, he would have almost forgotten that he had once been trapped in such a horrible hell, but relying on his strong will, he climbed out bit by bit and stood at the height he is today.

Standing in front of the kneeling man, looking down at him condescendingly.

"I won't let you go. You will die. Before you die, I will rape you and then kill you—ugh!"

Another slap.

He Songfeng shook his hands and blew cool air on his hot palms.

Cheng Qiyong wanted to say something, but he simply raised his leg and kicked him, stepping down in the middle of the ribs and pushing back.

Cheng Qiyong's wails rang in my ears.

He Songfeng thought he had subdued Cheng Qiyong, but after less than two minutes of silence, the other party began to resist horribly again. The ropes and chains tied to him seemed to be about to be broken by him, and they made anxious clanging sounds against the wall.

He Songfeng stepped forward, pinched Cheng Qiyong's mouth, and forcefully stuffed the white cloth in again, pushing Cheng Qiyong's jawbone to the extreme, leaving torn red marks at the corners of his mouth.

He Songfeng stretched out his hand, put his fingers in along the edge of the corner of his mouth, pinched the corner with his fingernails, leaving a crescent-shaped mark that was extremely painful, and dug out the flesh of an entire fingernail.

The cries for help that came out of Cheng Qiyong's nose never stopped. Those "It hurts", "Help", "Ahhh——" were filtered through the white cloth and turned into the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes.

He Songfeng had never intended to convince Cheng Qiyong to submit in one day.

He pulled his hand away, turned off the lights and closed the door, then turned and left.

No food or water was given.

The next day, He Songfeng drove Cheng Yiliao out of the villa and drove him to the city personally.

But when he was returning home from get off work in the evening, he saw Cheng Yiliao squatting and smoking outside the yard of his villa. When he saw He Songfeng's car, he quickly put out the cigarette, stood up hastily, and made way for him stiffly, as if he was waiting for his master to come home.

After a day, the hole outside the yard was filled up by a mysterious force and capped with grass.

It was obvious that Cheng Yiliao had done a good deed by climbing over the wall or picking the lock to break in.

He had the ability to do so, but he chose to come out when He Songfeng got off work, putting on an aggrieved expression as if he had been locked outside for a long time.

He Songfeng opened the door, and Cheng Yiliao tried to squeeze in again.

"You're so annoying." He Songfeng finally couldn't help but say.

It wasn't He Songfeng who was torturing Cheng Yiliao, but Cheng Yiliao who was torturing him, a worker who had just worked a day. He was so energetic that he was like a furnace, trying to melt the cold iron He Songfeng.

"What did I not do well?"

Cheng Yiliao stopped in his tracks as he was about to break into the door.

The half second that Cheng Yiliao paused gave He Songfeng the opportunity to open and close the door first.

With a bang, Cheng Yiliao was locked outside the door, staring at the air with wide eyes.

He Songfeng's figure appeared at the second-floor window. Glancing down, he saw Cheng Yiliao squatting on the steps of the villa gate like a watchdog, fiddling with flowers, plants, stones and trees out of boredom.

Cheng Yiliao sensed something and looked up - nothing.

His sight could only extend diagonally forward, looking at the sunset sky that was a blend of orange and purple, with both the moon and the sun.

Cheng Yiliao sat there for a long time, staring intently at something. Like a child in kindergarten waiting for his mother to pick him up, he was quiet and full of hope.

He Songfeng returned to the basement.

This time he took off Cheng Qiyong's blindfold and the cloth in his mouth, and the other party's behavior became very honest.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Cheng Qiyong requested weakly.

He Songfeng threw a piece of bread in front of him.

Cheng Qiyong didn't care about that. He lowered his neck to the ground and reached forward, but found that no matter how hard he bit, he was always one section short.

Cheng Qiyong had no choice but to look up and ask He Songfeng for help.

He Songfeng walked forward and pushed the bread forward with his toes.

Cheng Qiyong bit off a corner of the bread and chewed it in big mouthfuls. He ignored his anger and insults and ate voraciously. Tears welled up in his eyes because he finally had his first meal in two days.

He Songfeng took a handful of fresh water from the pool on the side and brought it to Cheng Qiyong.

Water quickly dripped down from between his fingers. Cheng Qiyong had completely lost the ability to think. He could even kneel on the ground and eat with his mouth like a dog, so it was very normal for him to bury his head in He Songfeng's palm and drink the water with his tongue.

After eating and drinking and resting for a while, Cheng Qiyong asked weakly, "What do you want me to do in exchange for letting you go?"

"You know what? Five days."

In fact, it was only two days, but Cheng Qiyong lost his sense of time and out of fear of dying, he did whatever He Songfeng said.

"No one is looking for you. They all seem to be waiting for you to die so they can divide the money, including your brother."

He Songfeng knelt in front of Cheng Qiyong, reached out and gently stroked Cheng Qiyong's tired cheek, and said softly: "Cheng Yiliao is waiting for you to die and take your place."

Cheng Qiyong's voice trembled as he sighed as if it was natural: "I know, I know."

It had been a long time since he had been treated so gently. The tenderness that leaked out from between He Songfeng's fingers was deeply cherished by Cheng Qiyong as kindness, and he enjoyed it with gratitude, just like he tried hard to lick the water between He Songfeng's fingers, with fear for his life.

"They are just waiting for me to die, especially Cheng Yiliao!"

Cheng Qiyong showed hatred, but the object of his hatred was no longer He Songfeng.

"You are so pitiful. No one around you is sincere to you."

He Songfeng gently hugged Cheng Qiyong and blew into his eyes as gently as the wind, covering the organ he used to see things clearly.

"Me neither." He Songfeng added dejectedly.

Such loneliness and loss deeply infected Cheng Qiyong. He had felt enough in the darkness.

When he was blindfolded and gagged, the only thing he could do was feel the loneliness of being ignored. He was so scared that he felt satisfied when He Songfeng spoke to him for a few words.

At the same time, he was already afraid that He Songfeng would leave.

He didn't want to go back to loneliness again, back to that dark place where it was just him and himself, talking to himself like a psychopath.

"good evening."

He Songfeng ended his care for the night, restored Cheng Qiyong to his disheveled state, and then left.

Cheng Qiyong's world fell into darkness again because of He Songfeng's departure.

But he could no longer talk to himself to relieve his loneliness. His mind was full of He Songfeng hugging him and comforting him. He Songfeng became the lamp above his head. Only when He Songfeng came would his world be bright.

He recalled He Songfeng's appearance and voice over and over again, and was surprised to find that this did make the darkness and loneliness much better.

He hadn't realized it yet, but his mind had begun to be cruelly distorted by those gentle hands, soft voice, and feminine face.

His eyes were blindfolded and his ears were covered.

The only thing left in my head was He Songfeng's face and the words He Songfeng said: "You are so pitiful."

Cheng Qiyong began to look forward to He Songfeng's arrival, but he had no concept of time and could only wait helplessly for He Songfeng's next care in the endless long time.

Finally, he waited for it.

His ears heard the floor shaking outside the door, and then his eyes lit up as the light came on under the black cloth. His nose smelled the perfume on He Songfeng's body. Like Pavlov's dog, his breathing became rapid, his heart beat faster, and he was full of anticipation.

Or bread and water in the palm of your hand.

Cheng Qiyong was already very satisfied. He was even grateful to He Songfeng for holding water in both hands and giving him the opportunity for close contact.

After drinking the water, Cheng Qiyong looked up and saw He Songfeng's concerned look. Cheng Qiyong's heart skipped a beat.

He is so beautiful, so gentle, so kind...

"Eight days." He Songfeng lied to him again. It was only the third day.

"I think you've really been abandoned."

He Songfeng hugged Cheng Qiyong, caressing his back affectionately with his soft fingers. His voice was like a ghost, and a psychedelic kiss was whispered in Cheng Qiyong's ear: "Do you want to stay? Be with me, just you and me."

Cheng Qiyong was dazed, staring at He Songfeng with an obsessed look. He was completely bewitched. "I want you and me to be together..."

He Songfeng untied Cheng Qiyong and rubbed his wrist carefully, asking him with concern: "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qiyong still had that fascinated look on his face, staring at He Songfeng intently.

He Songfeng's gentle hands were like a mother's arms, hugging and caressing Cheng Qiyong, a helpless and carefree man.

But very suddenly, He Songfeng let go of Cheng Qiyong and stood up.

Cheng Qiyong was thrown to the ground, and an unwilling question came out of his mouth: "Are you leaving? Will you come tomorrow?"

The question quickly turned into an anxious request: "Don't make me wait too long, okay?"

His huge body huddled into a small ball. He clearly had the ability to kill He Songfeng with one punch, but all he could do was helpless and humble pleading.

Cheng Qiyong didn't want to take the opportunity to escape, but he just wanted to see He Songfeng again as soon as possible. His mind was filled with everything about He Songfeng, and he had completely lost himself.

He Songfeng paused as he was leaving, turned around, and quickly returned to Cheng Qiyong. Like the Virgin Mary high above the stained glass window, she bent down for the believers, held them up lovingly, and affectionately left a touch of forgiving caress between their brows.

"good."

After saying that, He Songfeng left.

The next day, He Songfeng did come.

This time he took off the chain around Cheng Qiyong's neck, which was the only restraint on Cheng Qiyong.

The two of them were intimate for a brief moment, and He Songfeng left as usual.

Cheng Qiyong squatted obediently in the corner, waiting for He Songfeng's next care.

But this time, He Songfeng did not close the door completely when he left.

A narrow gap was left, and a straight beam of light flowed in from the gap, like a laser pointer used to tease cats, pointing to a very obvious target.

This is Cheng Qiyong's best chance to escape.

Cheng Qiyong stumbled to his feet, leaning against the wall. He hunched over and stared at the crack for a long time, his brows drooping fiercely, like a trapped beast.

Cheng Qiyong walked along this straight line and approached the gap.

One step, another step——

Freedom was only half an arm's length away from him. He only needed to stretch out his hand, place it on the door, and then run out of it - he would be able to completely run towards the freedom he had longed for.

The moment his hand rested on the door, he saw it!

He clearly saw He Songfeng standing outside the door, smiling at him through the gap.

Cheng Qiyong fell backwards in a mess and hit the ground heavily.

Then he used his hands and feet to escape to the corner where he was locked up, and clumsily locked the chains on the ground around his neck one by one like a rope for hanging himself.

He was like a large dog that had been caught doing something wrong, guiltily trying to gain a little forgiveness from his owner by flattering him.

Cheng Qiyong's bones were covered with chills, and he shuddered with fear as he looked at He Songfeng at the door.

Even though He Songfeng just stood there, with his hands behind his back and smiling.

It's really funny.

Cheng Qiyong is 1.9 meters tall, much taller than He Songfeng, and his arms are almost twice as wide as He Songfeng's, not to mention his skeleton and muscles.

When Cheng Qiyong curled up in the corner, he was like a lion or a tiger turning into a trembling kitten. His strength and height were completely inconsistent with his movements.

But Cheng Qiyong just thought that he was no match for He Songfeng, and was trained into an obedient dog.

While shouting that he had no intention of escaping, he tied the chain around himself as if to strangle himself.

He Songfeng stepped forward and patted Cheng Qiyong on the head, signaling him to be quiet.

Cheng Qiyong thought he had been spared, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against He Songfeng to catch his breath.

However, when He Songfeng took out his other hand from behind his back, Cheng Qiyong held his breath as if he were dead.

It was an iron rod, which he handed to Cheng Qiyong, and once again used a bewitching tone, his voice enveloping him like a mist.

"Come on, break your own legs and show me your loyalty."

"I know, whatever you can do for me, just think of it as doing it for me, to make me feel at ease, okay?"

"Don't shake your head. If you reject me, I will reject you too. I know what you want, and you don't want to be rejected by me, right?"

There were pathetic and hysterical cries for mercy coming from the basement.

He Songfeng did not let him go.

"Come on, it's time for you to show your loyalty."

"I know you can do it. You are my most obedient dog."

No matter how much he shouted or screamed, Cheng Qiyong's leg was indeed broken by himself.

He Songfeng hugged him tightly. Cheng Qiyong screamed in despair, but did not push He Songfeng away. Instead, he hugged him even tighter, as if the two of them were forced into one.

Cheng Qiyong lowered his head and bit He Songfeng's shoulder, leaving a bloody tooth mark.

But this is not revenge, it is the seal of the contract between two people.

Representative Cheng Qiyong was completely conquered by He Songfeng.

He Songfeng hugged her affectionately, allowing the blood on her shoulder to be licked clean by her.

Unlike Cheng Qiyong's obsession, He Songfeng smiled coldly, as if he was watching a very funny circus performance.

He Songfeng chained Cheng Qiyong up again, but the other party did not refuse. Instead, he thought that this was He Songfeng's possessiveness of him.

In the next two days, He Songfeng not only gave Cheng Qiyong food and water, but also brought him painkillers and helped him bandage and treat his wounds.

Only when He Songfeng is around will Cheng Qiyong feel no pain.

Therefore, the image of He Songfeng in Cheng Qiyong's heart reached a higher level, probably to the height of a god, and Cheng Qiyong relied on He Songfeng wholeheartedly to survive.

Even though it was only the seventh day.

But Cheng Qiyong was deceived by He Songfeng and thought that he and He Songfeng had been together for a very long time, probably forever.

On the eighth day.

When Cheng Qiyong was taking the painkillers, He Songfeng suddenly said:

"How about I bring your brother over to join you?"

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The author has something to say: It's almost finished, maybe the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, just a heads up~