Chapter 13 Chapter 13 *7.21 revised, previously read...
Cheng Yiliao laughed dryly twice.
His expression suddenly changed again.
The bottle smashed into the ground.
BANG! !
The wine bottle let out a final shrill whine, and sharp fragments flew everywhere.
He Songfeng was frightened by the sudden explosion and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
He squeezed the sofa harder and harder, his nails digging deep into the sofa, his fingers were almost broken, and had long lost their normal blood red color.
The bright red wine twisted and slid downward along the straight arm.
He Songfeng seemed to be entangled by a tangled red rope.
"sharp."
Cheng Yiliao pointed at He Songfeng from a distance. He was smiling, but his smile was invisible. Instead, he was gnashing his teeth in hatred.
"He Songfeng, you have a powerful mouth."
"You're right. I feel guilty."
He Songfeng loosened his stiff palms, put his hands on his cheeks to wipe off the dirty water droplets, then slowly raised his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Cheng Yiliao, silently thanking Cheng Yiliao for the compliment.
Cheng Yiliao turned around and kicked Zhou Biao, saying angrily, "Let's go!"
He pinched the collar of his shirt and shook it, then glanced at He Songfeng again, and walked out the door while cursing without restraint:
"I can't stand staying in this dorm for even a second. It's so unlucky. How can you say I can't fuck her because I'm trying to save face? You think too highly of yourself. You really think you're nothing. You talk like I really want to fuck her, but I don't really want to. Even if you beg me to sleep with you, I won't. It's so dirty."
"A third-rate person like you is worthy of scolding me? worthy of it?!"
As Cheng Yiliao recited this, his left and right brain began to fight each other. He rubbed the corners of his mouth with his palms, and he really hesitated: "But... if you really want to ask me for help, it's not impossible. You can give it a try."
Zhou Biao gave a teasing smile beside him.
Cheng Yiliao glared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Zhou Biao quickly suppressed his smile and waved his hand to deny it.
"I laugh at He Songfeng for not knowing what's good for him."
The living room was empty in an instant.
They were arguing so loudly half a minute ago that they almost wanted to tear the ceiling apart, but now all you could hear was the sound of red wine dripping down their cheeks.
He Songfeng did not get up and escape immediately, but sat on the edge of the sofa, emptying his mind.
Still only half of his body was sitting, and the other half was hanging dangerously in the air. He tensed his body stiffly, with his hands hanging down, resting on the edge of the sofa, gently pinching it.
The pale and slender hands grabbed the huge and soft sofa, pitifully seeking some support.
Click——
The closed door opened again.
He Songfeng's body instantly tensed into a straight, dry leaf.
It’s Zhang Hejing who’s back.
"I forgot to bring something. Please wait for me downstairs."
He closed the door behind his back and went back into his room.
He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief again, it turned out that he was not back to cause trouble.
But soon, he became nervous again.
A warm hand pressed on his shoulder from behind, followed by a clean handkerchief, which touched his cheek and wiped it gently.
At the same time, it uses subtle power to comfort intimately.
He Songfeng, who was half hanging on the edge of the sofa, leaned back slowly, pressed against the backrest, and sank into the sofa, which gave him a more secure and enveloping feeling.
However, this contact only lasted about ten seconds.
Soon, Zhang Hejing turned to stand in front of He Songfeng, lowered his head and bent down, holding up He Songfeng's hand. The handkerchief, with a faint fragrance, floated into He Songfeng's palm.
"Cheng Yiliao does things without considering the consequences. If I defend you in front of him, your future life will only be more difficult. Don't blame me for just watching.
Zhang Hejing pushed his hand forward to help He Songfeng close his fingers and put away the handkerchief. At the same time, the wooden bracelet on his wrist made a thick clanging sound, as beautiful as a wind chime.
"But I think you're pretty capable and can handle him."
Zhang Hejing chuckled and gave He Songfeng a thumbs up.
He is completely different from Cheng Yiliao. His facial features are more restrained and soft, and can even be described as gentle.
He Songfeng looked at him, expressionless, as dull as ever.
Tick, tick... click!
The seconds hand hanging on the wall made a hard sound, which was the sound of the minute hand moving, completely different from the light ticking sound of the second hand.
Zhang Hejing suppressed his smile and hurried back to his room, holding out a wooden bag. "I'll leave your school uniform at your door. Remember to bring it with you when you return to your room."
In a hurry, she turned back to He Songfeng, held up He Songfeng's hand, lowered her body, and begged affectionately: "Please, please, don't reject me."
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and looked at his and Zhang Hejing's hands stacked together.
Zhang Hejing stared at the black mole on his eyelid.
The mole felt the weight of the gaze and trembled uneasily. Its thin eyelids trembled. The mole was at the highest point of the eyeball, like a clitoris, swaying slightly from side to side with the breathing and the trembling of the eyeball.
Zhang Hejing was breathing heavily.
In an instant, I understood Cheng Yiliao. Why did he always like to stick to He Songfeng like a dog-skin plaster?
He Songfeng suddenly raised his eyes.
Although there was no sound, the hidden black mole and the alertly opened eyes were all warning Zhang Hejing: Don't stare at that place anymore.
Zhang Hejing was more frank than Cheng Yiliao. After his obscene intentions were discovered, he was neither anxious nor angry, and said openly:
"I want to give you many, many things, and then give them to you one by one like this, so that I can always see you with your eyes lowered."
Bang--
There was a strong knock on the door.
"Brother Liao is urging you!"
"Here I come."
Zhang Hejing quickly withdrew and left without any reluctance.
He Songfeng watched the other person leave expressionlessly, and quietly flattened and folded the handkerchief in his palm and placed it on the table.
He doesn't want to owe this person anything.
“…………”
Cheng Yiliao looked at Zhang Hejing walking down with a smile on his face, and couldn't help rolling his eyes and letting out another breath of anger.
Cheng Yiliao bit a cigarette, but didn't light it. He leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket and tutted at him with disdain:
"You're interested in this kind of rubbish?"
Zhang Hejing walked forward with a smile and made a cigarette-holding gesture.
After looking at it, Cheng Yiliao sighed, shook out a new cigarette from the cigarette box, and put it to the other person's finger.
"You just know how to cheat me out of my cigarettes."
Zhang Hejing took the cigarette, took out a lighter, and lit the cigarettes on both of their lips. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying slowly, "Just for fun, it's something that comes naturally."
Cheng Yiliao spun around, cigarette between his teeth. His eyes rolled as he suddenly remembered something. He nudged Zhang Hejing with his elbow, "Hey, what about that guy you were chatting with last month? Did you throw him away after we slept together?"
Zhang Hejing glanced at Cheng Yiliao and found that he was looking at him with an extremely provocative look, as if he was deliberately trying to trick him.
In this game where whoever admits first that he is attracted to He Songfeng is a dog, the childish and stubborn ones insist on competing to see who is the better.
Zhang Hejing flicked the ash off his cigarette with a light tremor of his fingers, smiled naturally, and asked, "What else?"
Zhang Hejing is not a playboy who would check into a hotel room with anyone casually. He prefers the ambiguous stage of transition from friends to lovers.
But few people can withstand Zhang Hejing's gentle pursuit for more than a month, so in the eyes of others, Zhang Hejing became a scumbag who changes his partner every month and dumps him after sleeping with him.
In order to fit in with the frivolous world of young masters, he always nodded in agreement to the rumors.
In fact, I have 0 sexual experience and have had sex with 0 people.
"Oh my god..."
Cheng Yiliao shuddered and sighed again with a stronger tone: "You are so mean."
Zhang Hejing nodded naturally, "You don't have a brother to supervise you, so you will only play more extravagantly than me."
Zhang Hejing's rank is higher than Cheng Yiliao's. He is respectable, has good acting skills, and can maintain an indifferent look.
Cheng Yiliao stretched out a finger, held it in front of Zhang Hejing, and waved it left and right:
"Hey, I'm different from you. I'm not interested in casual sex. I want true love."
"Then He Songfeng——? True love?"
Zhang Hejing laughed so hard that the ashes from the cigarette in his hand flew out. He kept chewing the word "true love" in his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
Cheng Yiliao was stunned, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have let the cat out of the bag and accidentally put He Songfeng in too high a position.
He quickly made an impatient sound and said, "Him? Do you really think I like him? I'm just doing this for fun."
Cheng Yiliao muttered nonchalantly, and as he did so, he couldn't help but feel sorry for He Songfeng again: "Rather than blaming me, if he really fell for your trick, he would really hate you to death."
Cheng Yiliao thought that what he said was enough to win the championship in this childish competition.
He thought he had been bad enough until he heard Zhang Hejing open his mouth and say something that shocked him so much that he just said it so lightly:
"He's lucky to have such a sad life that I can play with him. He should thank me."
Cheng Yiliao bit the cigarette, took a deep puff, and then swallowed his surprise.
Cheng Yiliao was silent for a long time, then uttered, "You're amazing."
Zhang Hejing smiled.
So in this game where she absolutely could not admit that she was attracted to He Songfeng, Zhang Hejing won the championship.
The prize is - a boomerang!
"Let's not talk about him anymore, let's find a place to continue watching the game."
The game didn't end until dawn. The team supported by Cheng Yiliao lost in the end. Zhang Hejing paid the bill contentedly and checked into a hotel on the spot to sleep.
Cheng Yiliao went back to the dormitory with a depressed look on his face because he lost the game.
In the dormitory.
The curtains were blown slightly by the cool air from the air conditioner, and the window was close to the edge of the curtains, slanting out a little white light, illuminating the room into a foggy gray.
Cheng Yiliao fell on the bed, took off his shoes and prepared to go to sleep.
Less than half a minute later, Cheng Yiliao suddenly woke up, hurriedly sat up from the bed and rushed to the computer.
Sit down, turn on your computer, open the network disk link, download and unzip it in one go.
The network disk made a ding-dong sound - the download was complete.
Cheng Yiliao pulled the curtains tight, locked the door, got some toilet paper, and stared at the screen intently, afraid of missing even a second of the content.
He didn't even have the patience to watch a minute of foreplay in ordinary movies, but with this movie that he bought at a high price, his patience suddenly increased.
He spent three minutes just looking at the cover.
The cover shows a naked body lying on its back, still in the afterglow of excitement.
His chest lifted high as he inhaled, two tortured buds sprouting from either side of his chest like seeds. The deep concavity between his waist and abdomen, combined with the lifted chest, created a powerful sensory stimulation.
Because of the camera flash, the person in the photo looks like a piece of Hetian jade, with a delicate watery luster. It feels like if you pinch the concave waist and abdomen, a fine sound of water will flow out.
Cheng Yiliao stood up, bent down and put his face close to the screen, trying to capture more information.
The author has something to say:
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After making one revision and rethinking the necessity of Zhang Hejing's uncleanness, I decided to change him into a playboy who just likes and enjoys the ambiguous period, and treats the confirmation of the relationship as the same as breaking up, which is a false tenderness and real heartlessness.
So he will enjoy the endless ambiguity period with He Songfeng, and finally break down and hate the ambiguity period.
Du Jie [Please]
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