Rage (21)
Chen Yu's words sounded like a threat, but also like an advice.
Song Chen's body stiffened, he curled his fingers, and his expression was somewhat sarcastic.
No wonder Chen Yu said that yesterday, it turned out that she was waiting for him here.
Song Chen had already anticipated such a situation, but he still felt some inexplicable emotions when it actually happened.
He looked down at Song Shu indifferently. If Song Shu wanted to stay away from him, he would knock Song Shu unconscious and take her away.
Chen Yu held Song Shu's wrist tightly, and the curve of her lips was gentle, "Song Shu, can you accept it? He used his brother's identity to secretly fantasize about you."
Song Shu couldn't listen to so much. His mind was filled with fear of being deceived and kidnapped.
Shen Yu is a man and has been lying to him!
Song Shu couldn't breathe, and her tears were burning hot.
Shen Yu held his hand and held the thing that was comparable to Alice's magic object for him to touch. His hand was soft and without strength, and no matter how he touched it, Shen Yu held his hand again, and he had to hold his hand anyway.
Obviously he was unhappy when he did it before, but Chen Yu seemed to be very skilled, and he brought his hands along.
It may also be that I have been poisoned by drugs and my body has become sensitive.
It was so big. If Chen Yu wanted to hit him, and he was drugged, he would definitely not be able to resist.
It will be painful.
Song Shu's tears fell even more. Song Chen and Shen Yu were both waiting for his reaction. They tacitly agreed not to do anything before Song Shu made a decision, but their eyes were fixed on Song Shu.
The atmosphere was tense.
[Ding... beep, rage value 37%... sizzle]
The sound of 555 made Song Shu's feverish brain clearer, and made him want to escape from the pervert Chen Yu even more.
Recalling every word Chen Yu had said before, Song Shu felt fear in his heart, but he still reached out to Song Chen, breathing rapidly: "Brother, I want, brother..."
Shen Yu's fingers suddenly tightened, and her eyes raised, colliding with Song Chen's cold and mocking eyes.
He held her tightly, but Song Shu seemed not to feel any pain and struggled even harder to escape from his arms.
Shen Yu wanted to laugh, he seemed to understand.
Song Shu couldn't feel any pain, or rather, he didn't care about the pain and the pain couldn't attract his attention.
Chen Yu stared at the face with red lips and cheeks, orange-yellow hair drooping listlessly, and a small hook-like light red quivering at the end of the eye.
Pain is not okay...how about pleasure?
Actions are always faster than the brain. Shen Yu clamped Song Shu's chin, licked Song Shu's cheek heavily with his tongue, and bit his lower lip, trying to pry open his teeth.
Shen Yu was very considerate of Song Shu's feelings in this regard. Since Song Shu was unwilling to open her lips, he licked her lightly first and stroked the back of Song Shu's neck with his fingers.
Song Shu, who was drugged, was no match for him at all. After a while, his teeth were pried open and his tongue was held in his mouth.
Song Shu's rationality was sometimes there and sometimes not. He didn't even know how he was kissed and how he was let go.
When he came to his senses, Song Chen had already punched Chen Yu, and even kicked Chen Yu's injured leg with a gloomy face. Chen Yu rolled over to avoid it.
Song Chen sneered: "Aren't you just playing the victim? Wouldn't it be better if you just limped?"
Shen Yu's expression was still gentle and calm. He seemed to have no temper. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why are you so angry?"
"Because I had sex with Song Shu?"
Song Chen's face was clouded with gloom. He cursed inwardly and was about to walk up and kick him a few more times, but he heard Song Shu's weak voice behind him, and Gu Chuyue's dog was stealthily moving towards Song Shu.
“…”
grass!
Song Chen turned around and saw Song Shu curled up on the ground, looking very insecure. His thin back was trembling slightly, his lines were fragile and beautiful.
That inexplicable thought came back again, and Song Chen was almost unable to suppress his violent emotions.
He pulled up Song Shu from the ground. He thought Song Shu would struggle after hearing what Chen Yu said, but he didn't expect that Song Shu not only didn't resist, but even stuck to him.
At this time, the smile on Shen Yu's lips gradually disappeared.
Song Chen was very tall and could completely hold Song Shu in his arms. He looked expressionlessly at Song Shu, who was holding his clothes tightly in his arms, and then put the coat he had thrown on the carpet on Song Shu.
When the door of the room was kicked open again and Song Shu was taken away by Song Chen, Gu Chuyue finally reacted stupidly.
——Shit? ? Isn’t this a kidnapping organized by his group? ? ?
Gu Chuyue couldn't hold it any longer and tried to stand up and chase after him in a rage. However, he found that he couldn't untie the rope at all. He jumped twice on the spot and almost sprained his ankle. He couldn't hold it any longer.
There was a distance between him and Shen Yu, which was negligible in the same room.
Therefore, Chen Yu's resentment of not being chosen is comparable to a special-grade curse spirit.
Gu Chuyue shuddered, and he turned around, and found that Shen Yu's expression was gentle, which was completely inconsistent with the resentment he exuded, and she was even smiling at him.
Mom, there are scary people here.
Gu Chuyue didn't dare to look anymore and continued to untie the rope with his head down.
A minute later, Shen Yu stood up, not looking like she was drugged at all, and walked past Gu Chuyue with a faint smile on her lips: "Idiot."
Gu Chuyue: “???”
You f*cking picked up my leak and scolded me!!
Do you still have any conscience!!!
——
Song Shu felt very uncomfortable. His high fever made him unable to help but let Song Chen stick to him.
Song Chen felt really cool and comfortable to touch. But Song Chen didn't let him touch her and pushed him away several times.
Song Shu was almost tortured by the drug and lost his mind. He pulled Song Chen's hand and put it on his cheek, and collapsed: "Brother, please save me, I really feel uncomfortable..."
Song Chen took back his hand, his face hard and cold, "Song Shu, don't do anything that you will regret."
The driver lowered the baffle, and the back seat became a private space.
The seat was cold, and Song Shu shrank back into the corner. When he left, he had taken his phone back. Perhaps he accidentally touched the screen, and the phone kept vibrating, with messages popping up on the screen.
There are Gu Chuyue’s and Chen Yu’s.
Song Shu didn't want to read the news. He felt very uncomfortable, and Song Chen was unwilling to help him.
Song Shu sniffed, but still couldn't control her tears.
"555, he's going too far."
[…You are taking Chinese medicine now, so be sober.]
Song Chen was right. If Song Shu thought about it later, he would probably jump off the building.
Song Shu's tolerance is really not strong. It can be roughly seen from the fact that he often slacks off and plays games at work, and always turns on the pain blocking switch because he is too afraid of pain, that Song Shu is not a particularly tolerant person.
Because I couldn't control myself, my tears were burning.
Song Shu was almost going crazy. He wished he was impotent and even had the idea of castrating himself.
He was still angry, thinking that Song Chen was really heartless and ungrateful. He always brought him ice cubes when Song Chen was taking Chinese medicine, but now that he was taking Chinese medicine, Song Chen was unwilling to help him.
The more Song Shu thought about it, the angrier he became, and his tears shed more and more, but this time he was held in his arms, and the warm and familiar scent hit his nostrils.
The vehicle was driving very smoothly. Song Shu's chin was lifted up and he saw Song Chen's fierce face. "You cried so hard, are you cooling down with your tears?"
Song Chen's body was really cold. Song Shu clung to him like an octopus, sobbing and shaking his head: "No."
“So many tears.”
Song Chen took off a piece of clothing for Song Shu, leaving only a white T-shirt as a base.
Song Shu was in his arms, her whole body was hot, her collarbone was pink, her breathing was rapid, and soon that small piece of air was heated up.
"It's so hot, but you're so stupid as to not take off your clothes."
Song Chen's eyes flickered with light, and he said calmly: "How do you want me to help you?"
Song Shu was indeed going crazy from the heat. Even though she was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt, she felt like she was going to collapse.
He put his cheek close to Song Chen's fingers, his voice trembling and sobbing: "Brother, touch me."
Song Shu said this because he was completely confused and 555 was like a parasol in his mind.
He meant to ask Song Chen to cool him down, but there was no ice in the car, so he expressed it vaguely and even fainted from the heat and stuck to Song Chen.
Song Chen restrained himself, brushed his fingers over Song Shu's eyebrows and lifted her sweaty hair, looking like a gentleman.
"so?"
Song Shu nodded and cried again: "It's not enough, brother, I feel so bad."
Song Shu was going crazy. As soon as Song Chen's hand left his body, he couldn't help but chase after him. When Song Chen pressed the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but press his body close to Song Chen.
Song Chen's fingers slid along the seam between Song Shu's lips and pressed on Song Shu's lower lip that had been bitten by her teeth, while his other hand rested on Song Shu's waist.
"so?"
Song Shu nodded, his eyes sparkling with water, showing his complete trust in Song Chen.
It was clearly a very touching expression, but Song Chen's mood suddenly turned bad. Because he realized that Song Shu didn't take Shen Yu's words to heart at all.
This also means that Song Shu still regards him as a brother. They are not related by blood or under any legal constraints, but they are very good brothers.
Like a cat, it exposes its belly to a trusting human without any precautions. If a human can't resist the temptation and bends over to pet the cat, the cat will turn around and walk away after being satisfied.
Song Chen was amused by his imagination, because this was what Song Shu could do. He looked up with a half-smile, and Song Shu, who was originally wondering why he didn't continue, also looked down at him. The distance between the two of them was already close, and their lips just brushed against each other, causing a shudder.
Song Shu's breathing became more rapid, and he came closer like a kitten smelling cat food.
His kissing skills are very immature, he can only nibble and lick.
Song Chen was frozen, having never expected Song Shu to do this. When Song Shu clumsily tried to pry open his teeth, he realized that Song Shu had already reached into his clothes.
Song Shu was really stupid and knew nothing about this. His simple touches were just to relieve his hot body, without any method.
Didn’t Chen Yu say he had done it?
Is this a lie?
ha.
The suppressed emotions came back, Song Chen's eyes were dark, and he held Song Shu's wrists. There were pitiful red marks on those wrists, but the owner was unaware of it and looked over curiously as if he didn't feel any pain.
The corners of his lips were pressed by moist and warm lips again, and it seemed that just a simple touch and squeeze could satisfy Song Shu.
If Song Shu knew that he was thinking about killing him, he would be so scared that he would run away.
Song Chen suppressed his eager emotions and looked out the window. There were still three minutes to reach the community.
He held Song Shu's face, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Song Shu, don't you regret it?"
Song Shu didn't know what he regretted at this moment. He just wanted to have fun. The effect of the damn drug had completely suppressed his rationality.
"What are you regretting?"
After he finished wondering, he began to lie on Song Chen and nibble and lick him.
After getting the answer, Song Chen smiled meaningfully and pinched his chin, "Be good, three minutes later."
——
The driver got out.
The leather scent in the car has been replaced by the fragrance of shower gel. In the back seat, if the window is lowered, you can probably see the man's broad back and the young man who is being kissed under him.
Song Chen's kiss was random. Song Shu was like a person floating on the sea, with Song Chen as his only driftwood. He grabbed Song Chen's clothes on his chest and couldn't keep up with Song Chen's rhythm at all.
The pleasure brought by the entanglement of lips and tongues quickly numbed the body. After the kiss ended, Song Shu's eyes were empty, his lips were slightly open, and the tip of his tongue, which was bitten red, hid timidly inside.
Song Chen was pressing on him; his body was heavy, his hormones were heavy as well; he felt that his every breath was filled with Song Chen's scent.
Song Chen twisted Song Shu's wet hair with his fingertips and said, "Get out of the car."
Song Shu's eyes were full of water. He held Song Chen's hand, still under the effects of the drug, and wanted to cry but couldn't: "Brother, my legs are weak."
Song Chen: “*…”
…
The consequence of weak legs is being carried like a princess.
Song Shu's little movements never stopped since he got off the car. Song Chen suppressed his emotions and let him do whatever he wanted.
From the parking lot to the elevator, they didn't meet anyone along the way. Song Shu's little trick was to stick to Song Chen as much as possible.
Song Chen carried Song Shu into the room easily. When Song Shu was put on the bed, his clothes were all crumpled to pieces.
The white T-shirt was rolled up, revealing a small part of her fair abdomen. Song Shu was put down, her eyes still a little confused.
When it comes to Chinese medicine, there is no place where you can vent your feelings, other than kissing and physical contact.
Song Shu wanted to do it himself, but Song Chen held his hand and stopped him. His tears fell even harder, "If you don't help me, I can't do it myself. What do you want?"
Song Chen's face darkened for a moment.
Later, he carried Song Shu out of the car and into the room. Song Shu was obviously somewhat sober. Not only did she stop him from kissing her with her hands, she only let him touch her face and waist. She exposed her belly like a cat, and only let him touch her belly and rub her earlobes. As long as she crossed the line and touched his mouth, she would immediately get angry and cover it.
Song Chen has finally seen through Song Shu.
Song Shu probably also felt that the kiss was mutual help, or in other words, everything that happened between them was mutual help between brothers.
If he took advantage of the drug to force himself on Song Shu, there was no telling how far Song Shu would hide from him afterwards.
Chen Yu probably thought of this, so she let him take Song Shu away without worry.
Song Chen sneered, "You won't give it to me, right? Straight men help each other, right?" He, Song Chen, never does business at a loss.
Song Chen leaned forward, and Song Shu thought he was going to kiss him again, so he blocked it with his hand. Song Chen whispered, "Are you going to run away after eating?"
"No." Song Shu sobbed and her lips trembled: "I haven't finished eating yet, have I?"
Song Chen held Song Shu's hand and said impatiently, "Can you do it yourself?"
Song Shu certainly wouldn't. When he heard that Song Chen wanted to help him, he rubbed Song Chen's fingers with his nose, as if to please him or to act coquettishly.
Even if Song Chen is a workaholic, he is better than a nerd like Song Shu in this kind of situation.
Song Shu's mind went blank, and after a while he looked at Song Chen again.
Song Chen in Song Shu's sight was not clear.
As the two of them were pulling each other, Song Chen also sweated a lot, his black hair was wet with sweat, and his eyebrows and eyes were deep and handsome.
In response to his request, this time Song Chen did not say anything to refuse, and a rare smile appeared on his lips.
Song Shu's eyes were blurred with tears, and there was water between her eyebrows and eyes. In the end, she couldn't see the smile clearly, and even Song Chen's gloomy expression was not very clear.
He was completely dominated by desire, and his brain went blank again.
After three or four times, Song Shu was basically awake, but his body was soft and weak. He raised his eyes and saw Song Chen, and instantly became more awake.
He stammered, “You took Chinese medicine too?”
Song Chen held his hand without allowing any argument, his sharp eyebrows looking somewhat sinister through his dark and slightly wet hair.
"Song Shu, you keep rubbing your fucking body against me, and I'm a normal man."
"Don't want to help me?"
…
Song Shu had no reason to refute.
He was very heartless, but he couldn't help Song Chen, who was a capitalist. Song Chen had helped him so many times at work, so there was no reason for him not to help Song Chen.
However, Song Chen was still a heartless capitalist. He pulled Song Shu closer, and his lips brushed against Song Shu's lips.
“Work together.”
The effect of the medicine on Song Shu had not yet completely worn off, so he had to continue working overtime.
Song Shu was very serious when working overtime, her eyelashes trembled, her lips were very red, and she looked very lively.
But his work was done, and Song Chen's work was still going on.
Song Shu wanted to cry again, "I don't want to do it anymore, you do it yourself."
Song Chen raised his lips slightly, and held Song Shu's chin, "Don't you want to help me?"
"Look at yourself, can you get out? Song Chen, you've gone too far."
Song Shu retorted.
He is much more sober now, but his mind is still a little fuzzy, because he has never vented so much, and his emotions are always a little deficient.
Song Shu let go of his hand and said in a shameless manner, "I won't help you anymore."
He wanted to leave, but Song Chen pulled him back roughly, and he was pressed down on the bed while his head was spinning.
"Want to leave right after you're done?"
Song Chen sneered: "If you don't want to use your hands, then use something else."
…
Song Shu finally cried herself to sleep.
Song Chen carried him to take a shower, and he was still half asleep with his head tilted while he was blowing his hair.
By the time the bed sheets were changed, Song Shu was already unconscious.
Song Chen walked over, picked up a strand of Song Shu's hair and twisted it, then carried her to bed to sleep.
Considering that Song Shu might have leg pain tomorrow, Song Chen dug him out of the bed and applied medicine on him.
After finishing everything, Song Chen turned off the lights, closed the door and left the living room, his brows still looking irritable.
He opened his palms, and thought about how Song Shu didn't let him kiss her just now, and only covered her lips with her hands, so he kissed her palms.
Song Shu must be thinking that helping each other and kissing is too weird.
Later he stopped helping Song Shu, and Song Shu had to solve it himself with his hands. This time, without his hands covering his lips, Song Shu learned his lesson and let him cover them with his hands.
With wet eyes and eyebrows, Song Shu said seriously: "Just kiss the palm of your own hand."
Song Chen agreed at that time and covered his lips with his hands.
The hot and humid breath hit the palm of my hand, quickly wetting the small enclosed space.
The wet palms were pressed on the lips and ravaged.
Song Shu would probably be so anxious that he would scold him.
Song Chen slowly clenched his fingers and then opened them again, but the suppressed emotions he had been feeling did not ease at all.
It's not enough at all.
not enough.
He wanted to kill Song Shu.
…
When the doorbell rang, Song Chen was still smoking on the balcony.
The balcony door was also closed. Given the excellent sound insulation of the house, he should not have been able to hear the sound, but he could not stand the person outside ringing the doorbell.
Song Chen put out his cigarette impatiently. The door opened, and he saw Shen Yu standing at the door without any surprise.
Shen Yu put down the hand that was about to ring the doorbell, "The door opened so quickly, where is he?"
Song Chen said in a calm voice, took out another cigarette, and said, "He fell asleep."
If he had known that it was Shen Yu coming, why would he put out the cigarette?
Taking off her coat, Shen Yu had a gentle temperament, but the words she said were inconsistent with her temperament, "You did it? He didn't resist?"
Song Chen sneered: "It's none of your business."
He moved to close the door, but Shen Yu held on to the door frame tightly, "I want to see him."
"Song Chen, no matter whether you did it or not. After today, it is impossible for him to have no grudges against you."
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