Chapter 47 Fan
Jiang Mian noticed that Mu Yu wanted to escape, he stuck out his tongue like a dog and gently rubbed the tender flesh of Mu Yu's neck.
"I'm starting."
A very polite meal reminder.
But Mu Yu's body tensed up, his pupils that were condensed just now gradually collapsed, and his hair wet with sweat was messy and scattered on his face.
The moment the teeth tore through the skin, pain surged into his mind through his nerves, and his mouth, which was blocked by the ball of his mouth, could only whimper like a small animal begging for mercy.
Jiang Mian bit Mu Yu firmly, and the blood filling his lips and tongue was the best reward, and the empty spirit was filled.
His strength became heavier and heavier, as if he wanted to rub Mu Yu into his body and dominate Mu Yu's possessions.
Bright red blood flowed from the neck, drop after drop solidifying together, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
Time was lengthened bit by bit by invisible hands, and his wildly beating heart brought Mu Yu a small sense of security.
Mu Yu couldn't remember how much time passed.
The ball that had been tied up in his mouth was untied, leaving red marks one after another on his skin as white and as tender as snow.
The light fell sparsely on Mu Yu's eyes, and mental and physical fatigue took away Mu Yu's consciousness.
The next moment, a pair of bony hands covered Mu Yu's eyes, and Jiang Mian's voice flashed in his ears.
"Have a good rest, baby."
The sickly and gentle voice carried a sense of satisfaction.
Mu Yu's breathing slowly became gentle.
The room became very quiet, until the only sound was each other's breathing.
The next day, the early morning light shone into the room. Apart from the messy photos, the interior decoration was very warm.
Mu Yu opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the culprit of last night.
Jiang Mian was lying on the bed, sleeping very peacefully. His handsome face was more three-dimensional under the light, with a high nose and slightly raised corners of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.
"Get up, Jiang Mian." Mu Yu said coldly.
When Mu Yu didn't get a response from Jiang Mian, he moved his wrist.
Then, crisp slaps resounded throughout the room.
Jiang Mian covered half of her red face and looked at Mu Yu pitifully, "Baby, why are you hitting me?"
Listening to his gentle and coquettish voice, Mu Yu was stunned for a moment.
Is he attacking, or is Jiang Mian attacking?
With this question in mind, Mu Yu said the line he had just thought of, "I see a mosquito on your face, and I want to help you swat it to death." A
mosquito appeared out of nowhere, and Jiang Mian had no choice but to endure it.
Jiang Mian covered her face, smelling like a man.
"Baby, can you hit the mosquitoes more gently next time?"
"I didn't hit you, there are just mosquitoes."
"Oh, then next time there are mosquitoes, can you hit the mosquitoes more gently?"
"Okay."
I got the answer I wanted . Finally, Jiang Mian smiled, and only Mu Yu's figure was reflected in his clear eyes.
"Baby, I love you."
After saying that, Jiang Mian wanted to stick to her again.
A crisp ringtone appeared, successfully giving Mu Yu a reason to refuse.
"Your cell phone rang, didn't you hear it?" Mu Yu got off the bed. He walked to the mirror and looked at the bruises and bruises on his body, his eyes darkening.
Jiang Mian answered the phone in front of Mu Yu. He changed from the slimy dog-licking image he had just shown, and his expression gradually became sharp and cold, like an unsheathed sword. No one could ignore his presence.
"Has the video problem been solved? Well, okay, I understand."
Jiang Mian hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yu who was standing in front of the mirror, with a dark look in his eyes.
"Baby, they said the video has been sent out."
He hugged Mu Yu's waist from behind, and his whole body turned into a shackle, trapping the person he loved in it.
"From now on, everyone knows that you are mine." Jiang Mian said.
His voice was low and hoarse, like an announcement stating the facts, but also more like a death declaration.
They will be bound together and everyone will know that they are loving partners and no one can separate them.
The video is fermenting crazily on the Internet. It is suspected that the top virtual anchor and his sponsor are enough to attract a lot of traffic. Coupled with the good looks of the two of them, the traffic has been pushed to the peak.
On the Internet, videos go viral.
Some people want to stop it, but it is difficult for one person to turn the tide, not to mention Mu Yu's current size.
In Mu Yu's exclusive forum, one discussion post after another popped up quickly, like bamboo shoots after rain, one after another.
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First floor: (laughing) Now everyone is wearing a cuckold. I’m really happy that I didn’t break the cuckold.
Second floor: You can be a cuckold if you like, why should others wear it like you?
Third floor: I watched the video over and over again like a masochist, and all I could think about was how great it would be if this man were me.
Fourth floor: I really hate why I have no money. Wife, I’m sorry. It’s because my husband is too weak.
Fifth floor: Can you look at yourself in the mirror upstairs and see what you have? That is my wife.
Floor 6: Well, I originally thought everyone would criticize their wives, but I didn’t expect that most of them would break their guard? By the way, I'm pretty defensive, too.
Seventh Floor: It's normal to break the defense, right? Well, there was a fight in my dormitory just now (wry smile)
Eighth Floor: Upstairs, please tell me in detail, why did the fight start?
Ninth Floor: It’s like this. There are four of us in the dormitory, one of whom is a rich second generation. He used to spend a lot of time drinking and hanging out with various girls every day. Then the other one is a god of learning. He studies as soon as he opens his eyes every day. He studies at ordinary times and does not approach women. Another one is a sports student who likes to exercise. I am a die-hard otaku, and I usually follow virtual anchors and the like.
Floor 10: Then today the baby sent a video, but I couldn’t find my headphones. I really wanted to watch the baby, so I just put it outside.
Eleventh Floor: I would like to add that the baby is really cute, even cuter than I imagined. It is so astringent that I want to lick it a few times.
(More than ten minutes later)
Twelfth Floor: Where are you upstairs? ? ? Why did he disappear halfway through his words?
Thirteenth Floor: Sorry, I just went to lick the screen. The baby is so cute. Returning to the topic, didn’t I just post the video directly? The three people in the dormitory just looked at me for an instant. Do you know how embarrassing it is when someone suddenly looks directly at you? What's more, three pairs of eyes were staring at each other, which made me a little scared.
Fourteenth Floor: The sports student I had the best relationship with at the time suddenly asked me, “Do you also like Aka?” I was confused for a moment, and then I admitted it honestly. As a result, the sports student said, What a coincidence, so am I.
Fifteenth Floor: After listening to what he said, I was filled with questions. Then everyone started to get mad, and all of us in the dormitory were fans of Aka. The rich second generation who liked to play around in the beginning basically followed the family's business honestly. I thought he had changed his gender at the time, but it turned out that he only wanted to make money to support his wife. The pretending god of learning is also an extremely crazy fan of Akka. He almost has to hear Akka's voice every day in order to be quiet and study. His bed is usually covered by the bed curtain. I thought he was aloof, but I didn't expect that the bed was full of Akka peripherals.
Floor 16: Everyone confessed later, but everyone thought he was Aka's husband, and then they yelled at each other, and finally started fighting. I don't bother to fight with them, not to mention, I am Aka's husband.
Seventeenth floor:?
Eighteenth floor:?
Nineteenth floor:?
20th Floor: The moment I raised the question mark, I didn’t think there was something wrong with your roommate, but that there was something wrong with you.