Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Secret Photography
He Songfeng's expression was naturally frank, and there was even a hint of expectation in his eyes, wanting to see the furious and torn look on Cheng Yiliao's face.
That didn't happen.
"Ha ha."
Instead of getting angry, Cheng Yiliao laughed along, as if he had heard a very, very funny joke. He grinned and laughed out loud in his throat.
Cheng Yiliao released He Songfeng, and just then the red light on the crosswalk turned green again.
Cheng Yiliao pointed at the green light and reminded He Songfeng. He smiled sinisterly.
Although Cheng Yiliao didn't say anything, He Songfeng seemed to hear a vicious warning.
"Remember what I said."
He Songfeng didn't want to continue entangled with Cheng Yiliao. His cell phone rang. It must be his boyfriend urging him.
Cheng Yiliao's gaze was fixed on He Songfeng's thin back, and he couldn't tell whether he was holding a grudge or reminiscing about something.
The younger brothers around him came forward hesitantly, opening their mouths, not knowing what to say.
Everyone knew that Cheng Yiliao must be angry.
"Don't you think it's interesting?"
Cheng Yiliao spoke first, breaking the suffocating and hot stalemate.
He should have had a cold expression, but abnormally he was smiling.
"Ah? Yes, yes, yes."
"It's quite interesting."
These people echoed in agreement, not understanding what Cheng Yiliao was laughing at, nor figuring out what was so funny.
I thought it was a little chick whose eyes and face would turn red if touched, but it turned out to be a proud swan.
She squinted at him with such disdain, and deliberately exposed her hidden secrets to him.
From the thin pale pink lips, she chuckled and cursed such a vulgar word.
The scolding is quite interesting.
The scolding made the person feel a nameless anger rising up and starting from the lower abdomen.
In a moment, Cheng Yiliao took note of it.
He Songfeng crossed the zebra crossing and turned another street before meeting her boyfriend again.
My boyfriend was riding his electric scooter, leaning against the shade on the side of the road. He was so hot that he kept pinching his collar and shaking. Beads of sweat were all over his head. He looked like a shrimp in the stuffy summer afternoon, red and listless.
He Songfeng hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward, gently tapping his boyfriend's shoulder with his finger.
"Sorry to trouble you again."
He Songfeng smiled gently, and as he spoke, he took the initiative to put his fingers on the other person's forearm, pretending to let his hand hang casually, and then he easily slid into his palm along the other person's forearm.
Zhao Jie casually wiped the sweat off his face by lifting up his clothes, then hurriedly grabbed the other party's flattery with his hot palm.
The other hand quickly went around He Songfeng's back, went around the inside of his thigh and pinched it hard, humming a laugh:
"Behave well tonight."
Completely different from the arrogance he showed when facing Cheng Yiliao just now, He Songfeng allowed the other party to touch him.
He lowered his eyebrows obediently, exposing the two intact black moles on his eyelids to Zhao Jie, and whispered, "I will."
Zhao Jie withdrew his hand, but was soon attracted by the black mole on the eyelid fold. He pinched He Songfeng's cheek without permission and rubbed his eyelid hard with his fingers.
He Songfeng was rubbed so hard that he stood there in a daze. He endured the stars in his eyes for a long time, but did not say a word of refusal.
Zhao Jie cursed and then cursed He Songfeng, "You're so noisy. All you do all day is to seduce people." After saying that, he adjusted his sitting position, patted the back seat of the electric scooter, and motioned He Songfeng to sit on it.
He Songfeng raised his eyes, and the two round black moles disappeared, but his face still showed confusion as if he didn't know what had happened.
He sat behind the electric scooter, his arms around Zhao Jieyi's waist, pressed against his back, and whispered, "I didn't."
Zhao Jieyi suddenly braked, and He Songfeng subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged Zhao Jieyi tightly. At the same time, his body rushed forward due to inertia, and Zhao Jieyi's body crashed into his car like a huge rock.
The next second, the speed bump on the road caused He Songfeng's legs to squeeze Zhao Jie up and down, forcing He Songfeng to squeeze his legs even harder, otherwise his light body would be lifted off by the speed bump at any time.
He Songfeng's ears turned red.
He Songfeng thought that Zhao Jieyi would definitely say something about him again.
He looked cautiously at the rearview mirror, checking Zhao Jieyi's expression in the mirror to see if he was grinning at his success.
When Zhao Jie noticed the gaze, he returned a puzzled look: "What's wrong? If you want to curse that rotten road, go ahead and curse it. I'll curse with you."
"...Yeah, broken road."
He Songfeng pursed his lips into a line and his ears turned even redder.
It turned out that Zhao Jie was not thinking at all and was just having erotic dreams in the daytime. He only thought of dirty places when he was hit by the electric scooter twice.
As a result, the battery car stopped on the side of the road. Zhao Jie got off the car and pinched his butt with one hand. After rubbing it twice, he leaned close to his ear and jokingly said:
"Hey, did you feel good when you were hit by the electric bike twice?"
After hearing this, He Songfeng's ears buzzed violently.
It turns out it was intentional.
He Songfeng quickly put his hand on Zhao Jieyi's mouth and changed the subject without leaving any trace to warn him: "It's outside now, it's daytime, don't keep saying things like this."
"Yes, yes, I won't say anymore. I'll talk about it later when we get into bed."
"Um……"
After Zhao Jie had his fill of pleasure, he put his arm around He Songfeng's waist with satisfaction and walked towards the rental house.
He Songfeng suddenly stopped and Zhao Jieyi turned to look at him.
He Songfeng stood downstairs, his head tilted high and his eyes looking straight up.
He looked at the high-rise apartment building in front of him that soared into the sky. He didn't know what to do with his two hanging hands under the gaze of the building.
He clasped his hands in front of him, looking reserved, with unconcealable envy in his eyes.
"This building is so tall! I've never seen one this tall before. Your house in town is only five stories high. That year, my brick house collapsed in the rain, and it was thanks to you that you took me in."
"This building is so beautiful. We will live together in a building like this in the future."
He Songfeng muttered to himself, his eyes full of longing for his future with Zhao Jieyi.
"You are so good to me. We will definitely be happier in the future."
"Chirp, hurry up."
Zhao Jieyi ignored the traces of youthful affection, covered He Songfeng's eyes with one hand, and strangled his neck with the other hand, ignoring He Songfeng's opinion and forcibly escorted him away.
In the elevator, He Songfeng's expression turned cold. He and Zhao Jieyi deliberately kept a fist distance apart, using small movements to protest against Zhao Jieyi's rudeness.
However, until the elevator door opened, Zhao Jieyi did not notice He Songfeng's mood change.
Zhao Jieyi was very anxious and had no patience. Even though He Songfeng was following behind him, he still had to put his hands behind the neck and forcibly drag the person away like a chicken.
He Songfeng was in pain and called out Zhao Jieyi's name.
Zhao Jie put a finger on the door, opened it, pushed He Songfeng in, and then walked in.
The moment he closed the door with his hands behind his back, he lowered his head and pulled off his belt, fisting it in his hands.
Rustling.
There was no time for He Songfeng to talk about love, he had to cooperate, otherwise he would be strangled by Zhao Jie again.
Before He Songfeng could move, Zhao Jie picked him up and threw him into the mattress.
"Did you buy that?"
He Songfeng patted Zhao Jie's fuzzy head.
Zhao Jie stopped what he was doing, groped in the pile of clothes with his hands down, picked up a square box and threw it next to He Songfeng.
He then took out a third-full bottle of black liquid from the bedside table.
He Songfeng's eyelids wrinkled, and the two black moles were split in half.
"Why have you used it? Who else are you with?"
As soon as Zhao Jie opened the box, his movements became more and more hurried. He had reached the limit of his patience. Even when he was not speaking, his throat was still exhaling air non-stop, as if if he did not do this, he would have difficulty breathing and suffocate to death.
"Don't worry, dear. No one is more exciting than you."
After hearing this, He Songfeng felt strange.
I couldn't figure out whether she was praising him or secretly scolding him.
He Songfeng held his breath, but it didn't last more than two seconds before he let out the anger he had been secretly holding back.
He took the initiative to put his arms around Zhao Jieyi's neck and persuaded himself in his heart: "This is the best you can find, not to mention that he is good enough to you. He Songfeng, you have to be content."
Zhao Jie's expression became increasingly confused.
Like a dog seeing a bone, his chest heaved violently, his teeth were bared, and a fierce whimpering sound kept coming out from between his teeth.
Compared with Zhao Jieyi's obsession, He Songfeng was very calm.
It’s not that he didn’t react, it’s just that his pleasure was based on Zhao Jieyi’s reaction.
He Songfeng looked at the other person's addictive look who was infatuated with him, and he felt happy and happy, as if the meaning of his life was realized here.
It seemed as if he was born to seduce people, and he would not feel satisfied until he saw people lose their minds because of him.
Zhao Jie exhaled heavily and sighed angrily, "I really want to eat you alive."
He Songfeng chuckled, "Eat it, bite it."
"Well--"
He Songfeng's neck was bitten by a pair of cold teeth.
The pain was so severe that it felt as if the blood vessels were bursting.
But He Songfeng didn't push him away. The more intense Zhao Jie's reaction was, the happier he was.
When he smiled, his eyelids drooped, and two pure black moles replaced his pupils to look at the other person.
…………
But Zhao Jieyi had no intention of letting He Songfeng go. While He Songfeng lowered his eyes to catch his breath, he picked up his phone and turned on the camera, hoping to secretly take a picture while the other party was not paying attention.
After all, He Songfeng displayed it openly, as if showing off.
His clean and beautiful face had long become a ripe peach. He lowered his eyes and smiled brightly. He put one hand across his eyes to cover the mole, preventing Zhao Jie from rubbing his eyelids and scolding him with that word or phrase.
He Songfeng at this moment is completely different from the usual He Songfeng.
It looks like the moon, but in fact it is just a grain of rice pinched between one's fingertips and thrown into one's mouth to be eaten cleanly.
Seeing this, Zhao Jieyi became agitated again. He felt that all his blood and energy were about to be sucked dry by He Songfeng, the vixen.
In excitement, Zhao Jie shook off He Songfeng's hand on his face and angrily pressed the camera button.
Snap——
The flashbulbs suddenly went off.
Zhao Jie gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: "Fuck, the flash was not turned off!"
The pair of black moles on He Songfeng's eyelids were burned into gray by the white light.
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This chapter has been significantly revised, so it's normal to think that the writing is a bit fragmented, sorry [namaste]
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