Chapter 12 Birds of Prey
The villa was quiet and dull, as if it was dead, without a trace of life.
Yuan Qing sat on the sofa with his back straight, staring calmly at the man wandering in the living room.
The man was followed by two bodyguards, whose figures swayed slightly as he walked.
It looks particularly funny.
Yuan Qing withdrew his gaze, a mocking grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he stared at the ground reflecting the light above his head.
After a long time, he stood up.
"I don't have time."
"No excuses."
His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed in the quiet room.
The light above the head is like a naked gaze, which can illuminate the ugliness in people's hearts, leaving nothing unseen.
As soon as the voice fell, the man slapped him without mercy.
There was a burning pain on his cheek. Yuan Qing turned his face to the side. He could feel the discomfort on his skin, but his heart was numb.
The light falling on the coffee table illuminated the man's hideous face reflected in it.
"Don't you know where you went wrong?"
He roared, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Yuan Qing like an enemy, not a father and son.
The hypocritical face changed, its expression was distorted, and its eyes were bloodshot.
Fingers tapped the air and spit flew.
"How could I have given birth to a son like you?"
Yuan Yongcheng repeated this sentence and took a few steps forward. When he didn't get a response, he became more and more angry and picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it at Yuan Qing.
People like him are really ridiculous. If they are resisted, they will feel disobeyed and become extremely angry.
Not getting a response, he felt that Yuan Qing was a worthless piece of trash and became furious.
"Are you a waste?"
"You can't do anything right?"
"Didn't you say you could achieve good results in this competition?"
"Are you aiming for first place in the school?"
"I want to be number one in the country!"
"You know how I praised you outside? You're slapping me in the face!"
The movements of his hands continued, his fists and the mess on the coffee table, causing pain in his body that was both deep and shallow.
Yuan Qing bit her lower lip and said nothing.
The pair of eyes, clearly black and white, stared intently at the man in front of him. He didn't speak or cry.
Just use those lifeless eyes to look into people's souls through their eyes.
Reveal the ugliness.
"I don't need you to praise me, especially in front of outsiders."
Yuan Qing grabbed the ashtray that the man was about to swing at his forehead, his arms tensed.
His face was the only part that couldn't be hurt.
"You can pretend that I'm not your son."
The ashtray was snatched away and smashed to the ground.
Transparent glass fragments were stuck everywhere, and the edges were shining brightly.
Yuan Yongcheng was furious and pointed at Yuan Qing's nose.
"You're as cheap as your mother!"
As the voice fell, a crack appeared on Yuan Qing's calm expression, and he sneered.
"Are you qualified to mention her?"
"Yuan Qing!"
Yuan Yongcheng was breathing heavily, and looked like an irrational beast.
The only way to express inner dissatisfaction is through such behavior.
"Hold him down!"
He began to command the two bodyguards following behind him.
The exquisite and gorgeous villa looked like a dream castle in the night, filled with the man's rage and the boy's stubborn groan...
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When Yuan Qing walked out of the villa with injuries all over his body, there was no emotion in his heart.
He could sense which parts of his body were more seriously injured, and this had become a habit.
Still finding it funny, he raised the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about the injuries on his body, but just looked up at the only pale moon in the dark night sky.
Not knowing how he got to the riverside, Yuan Qing could feel the vibration of the phone in his pocket, but ignored it.
I just felt the wind hitting my cheeks and ruffling my hair.
The river was calm, the wind blew, ripples appeared on the water, and the moon was shaking.
Yuan Qing took out his cell phone and saw a simple message from Zhu Yanshi.
——Why haven’t you come back yet?
He stared at the message for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly over the side of the phone.
He raised his hand, turned on the camera, and took a picture of the scenery on the river.
Not long after I posted on WeChat Moments, someone called me.
Song Zhiyu, Fu Qi'an's...
Or someone else's...
He ignored all of it and just sat by the river, counting the tiny bits of moonlight.
As the footsteps approached, Yuan Qing leaned on a bench by the river. He heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.
It brings a strange sense of redemption.
"Yuan Qing..."
Yuan Qing turned his head and saw the light from the street lamp clinging to the boy's shoulders, illuminating his wind-blown hair and the worry in his bright eyes.
The boy approached, bringing with him not only the scent of the wind, but also the fresh fragrance of the shower gel blown away by the wind.
He stood in the light, looking down at the man sitting on the bench.
"Want some juice?"
Zhu Yanshi handed over the cup in his hand, as if he was completely unaware of the scars on the other person's face.
I sat on the empty chair next to me and looked up at the moon.
"Freshly squeezed peach juice."
"It's time to go to bed." Yuan Qing said.
"Then you don't want me to come?" Zhu Yanshi turned her head to look into his eyes. He leaned back in the chair with his arms outstretched, his short hair blown by the wind.
The other party didn't respond. Zhu Yanshi smiled, turned sideways, and put his hand on the back of the chair.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Um."
Yuan Qing unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of the juice inside.
It was freshly squeezed, probably made when the other person went out. A very fresh fruity flavor filled the mouth.
Dispelled the bitterness floating in my heart.
"Then let's go to the hospital first?"
Zhu Yanshi looked into Yuan Qing's eyes with a serious expression.
Silence was spreading, and the sound of the wind blowing the grass around was rustling.
Yuan Qing stretched out his hand, Zhu Yanshi pinched his fingers, and pulled him up from the chair. The two turned around and leaned their shoulders against each other.
The light from the street lamp fell on them, gently shaking off to the ground, leaving spots all over the ground.
No one returned to the dormitory, and the skinny guy shouted in the dormitory group, "That was a close call."
Zhu Yanshi accompanied Yuan Qing to treat his wounds and booked a room in a nearby hotel.
According to the plan, he actually intended to sleep on the sofa, but when he came out after washing up, Yuan Qing was already lying on the sofa.
The man was tall and couldn't stretch his arms and legs when he sank into the sofa. He was covered with a thin blanket.
There was a scratch on the corner of his mouth, which made him look particularly pitiful.
He said, "You sleep on the bed."
Zhu Yanshi felt guilty and called the man to the bed.
Yuan Qing refused verbally, but his actions were very straightforward.
He folded the blanket, placed it on the sofa, and crawled into the quilt.
The sofa is indeed not for sleeping. Even a handsome man like Yuan Qing cannot stand the limitations of the sofa.
Zhu Yanshi thought.
Just as he was daydreaming, the other person's hand suddenly rested on his waist, and then continued to tighten.
"What are you doing..."
Zhu Yanshi paused as he scrolled through his phone. "Itchy."
The voice is soft, and it sounds like she is acting coquettishly when she says it.
Yuan Qing buried her head in Zhu Yanshi's neck and smelled the familiar and reassuring scent on him.
“But I don’t feel safe…”
The voice was low and cautious, with a hint of loneliness and innocence.
Zhu Yanshi felt a little uncomfortable at first, but when he thought about the fact that the other person had just been beaten up by his father, he couldn't bear to push him away.
I really feel insecure at this time...
Zhu Yanshi could only comfort himself by saying that they had the same attributes.
They are all lying down, are they sisters?
Isn't it natural for best friends to sleep together?
The lights in the room went out. Zhu Yanshi looked at his phone for a while and then fell asleep. He had his back to Yuan Qing, with his lower back and buttocks pressed against Yuan Qing's abdomen.
He fell asleep and didn't notice that the person behind him slowly loosened his arms around his waist.
Yuan Qing's fingers gently brushed Zhu Yanshi's neck, and when they touched his lips, he rubbed them lightly.
The remaining warmth on the fingertips was addictive. Yuan Qing put his fingers to his lips, as if he could feel the excitement when he touched the warmth.
His lower abdomen tightened, and he held the person tighter in his arms, the two of them pressed tightly together in a perfectly matched position.
When Yuan Qing closed her eyes, her lips were pressed tightly against the boy's exposed soft shoulder.
Smells so good...
Zhu Yanshi had changed so much recently that Yuan Qing was initially curious and observed him silently in the dark.
But the more I observed, the more I realized that my possessiveness was stronger than before, and I even had a little more subtle liking for her.
Zhu Yanshi is cute no matter what he does.
She's cute when she smiles, cute when she eats, cute when she sleeps in class, and even cuter when she has short hair like a puppy...
The little bit of love I had before, plus the fact that I was picked up with wounds all over my body tonight.
When the softness in one's heart is touched, it takes root and sprouts with a subtle attachment.
If Yuan Qing had treated Zhu Yan as just a friend before, or had a possessive attitude towards her, then now the feeling had changed.
He couldn't imagine how he would collapse if Zhu Yanshi's visual focus shifted from him to anyone else.
So...Zhu Yanshi can only be his own.
No one else should covet...
Yuan Qing used force in his arms, wishing he could embed the person in his arms into his flesh and blood and eat up his soul.
Even so, he should laugh...
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In the morning, the dim light fell on the big white and clean bed.
Two young men were lying in the quilt, hugging each other. A short-haired boy was held in the arms of another man with delicate looks. It was a pleasing sight no matter how you looked at it.
It is an extremely fresh picture.
When Zhu Yanshi opened his eyes, he was still a little confused, and Yuan Qing's hazy profile was swaying in front of him.
The other person was still not awake. He stared at that breathtakingly beautiful face for a while. When he came back to his senses, the man tightened his arms and pulled him into his arms again.
"Sleep a little longer? Hmm?"
The voice was hoarse with morning waking.
Zhu Yanshi was a little dazed.
Or rather, the whole person was lying stiffly on the bed. As for why, the first reason was that the posture of the two of them at the moment was too intimate, so intimate that it seemed like the early morning after something had happened.
Yuan Qing lost his usual gentleness and elegance, his slender white wrists rested in front of his eyes, and light danced on his prominent Adam's apple.
It's sexy no matter how you look at it.
Moreover, the other person's skin against his legs.
A bit too hot.
Zhu Yanshi reached into the quilt in a daze, touched his own, and compared them blankly. The feeling became even more obvious.
Unfair.
It’s so unfair!
The Creator can't treat everyone equally! Just like the faces of the people molded by Nuwa are all uneven!
Why does Yuan Qing have such a handsome face, excellent grades, a privileged family, and a big fat bird?
Under the quilt, my fingers were suddenly grabbed by a slender hand, and Yuan Qing's voice was close to my ears.
“Don’t move…”
Hoarse and pleasant.
When the gentle fingertips brushed against Zhu Yan, he shivered with the restlessness of waking up in the morning.
Her eyes were red, and she looked at Yuan Qing, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, in a slightly panicked and dazed manner.
So embarrassing...
Zhu Yanshi's cheeks flushed red. When he lowered his head, the man lying on the pillow above him slowly opened his eyes.
When a pair of beautiful fox eyes stares deeply at the person in his arms...
Like looking at his prey.
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