Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Catching the Mistress
He Songfeng's body froze.
She remained kneeling on the bed, naked, looking passive as if waiting for someone to caress her.
He is open, everything is open, showing it off openly.
Not only was it shown to Cheng Qiyong, but anyone passing by could feast their eyes on it and even touch it.
Cheng Qiyong's gaze focused.
It should have been a dirty quagmire, but now it has been cleaned up. It is obvious that someone has cleaned it up for He Songfeng.
It was still wet, shaking like He Songfeng's blinking eyes.
It was obvious that the time was shortly before Cheng Qiyong arrived at He Songfeng's door.
He Songfeng pressed his fingers on his eyelids and rubbed them, and sticky tears squeezed out from deep inside his eyelids.
With a plop, it dripped onto the sheets.
"I'm not looking for anyone." He Songfeng answered calmly and continued to rub his hands, pretending that the current situation was caused by He Songfeng himself, erasing the existence of the man with the knife.
clatter--
Dada——
Cheng Qiyong's soles hit the ground hard, like a hammer hitting He Songfeng's drooping spine.
"Who's been here?"
Cheng Qiyong's hand pressed on He Songfeng's spine, exactly where the sharp knife had touched.
He Songfeng's body tensed, and he replied calmly, "No one."
"Ha ha."
Cheng Qiyong was amused by He Songfeng's poor performance.
Before He Songfeng could figure out why Cheng Qiyong was laughing, there was a crisp sound, and a slap landed directly on the lower back of He Songfeng.
The slap directly hit He Songfeng's tailbone and cervical vertebrae, causing sore and swollen pain. It was as if the knife was viciously inserted into his bones, chopping his flesh into pieces.
The palm moved away, but not completely, hovering two or three centimeters away from the lower back.
Even though he didn't hit him, the skin's inherent premonition of danger was strongly stimulating He Songfeng's nerves.
My hair stood on end and cold sweat broke out.
The tingling and numbness in the coccyx not only did not subside over time, but became more intense.
There was no wind, but He Songfeng's body swayed unsteadily from side to side.
The feeling that made my bones break extended from my waist to my hips, and the shaking was particularly intense.
"He Songfeng, tell me the truth, who made you like this before I came here?"
As Cheng Qiyong spoke, he slapped his palm like sharpening a knife, pressing it against the center of He Songfeng's concave back, moving it dangerously back and forth along the spine.
Use the technique of sharpening a knife, a thinly veiled warning.
"you."
He Songfeng's answer earned him another slap in the face, a solid slap on the lower back.
The slap marks from the day hadn't even had time to fade away, and now new ones appeared, like faded ink being repainted.
Colors overlap, and the palm print is too bright, just like a unique mark printed by a seal dipped in red mud.
He Songfeng would never admit the existence of that person even if he died.
Only pure girls can be sold at a high price to the boss.
He Songfeng gritted his teeth and typed out word by word: "Only you."
Of course, He Songfeng's answer would definitely earn him a slap in the face.
This time, Cheng Qiyong knew that He Songfeng could not hold on, so before He Songfeng fell, he used his hands to firmly support He Songfeng's waist and abdomen.
Although supporting someone is a good thing, it becomes a bad thing when the slap comes.
He Songfeng couldn't even bend his waist to dodge. He was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, his hand like a knife, almost penetrating his flesh and cutting into his fat-wrapped organs.
“Ugh—!”
He Songfeng had a strange reaction to the slap.
Perhaps it was because he was so miserable, so when Cheng Qiyong took the initiative to hold him up, he strangely felt a strange sense of pampering in this abuse.
He actually began to feel good, his body felt numb and tingling.
Cheng Qiyong's palm was suspended again.
He Songfeng's body trembled subconsciously, but he also wagged his tail subconsciously.
He Songfeng said again:
"Really...it's really just you."
This time, there was no slap.
Instead, she caressed him affectionately, with both palms more than enough to completely cover his lower back, and He Songfeng's lower waist was wrapped in suffocating warmth.
The other person caressed her in circles, pinched her sides and pulled her into his arms, leaned over and lowered his head, sucking her saliva with erotic sounds within the range of his palms.
He Songfeng sensed the gap in his feelings and took the initiative to wrap his arms around Cheng Qiyong's shoulders. He snuggled up in his arms pitifully and whispered softly:
"Don't doubt me, I'm not that kind of person, you have to believe me."
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, so he spoke very carefully.
"I said I love you, and I will only have sex with you."
“…………”
Cheng Qiyong didn't react much. The look he gave He Songfeng was not a stare, but an examination.
He Songfeng straightened his chest, raised his head, and took the initiative to kiss Cheng Qiyong on the chin, smiling: "I love you."
Cheng Qiyong took a deep breath, and when his chest swelled, He Songfeng's body tilted to the side and fell out of Cheng Qiyong's arms.
But soon, He Songfeng adjusted his posture.
Cheng Qiyong sat on the edge of the bed, and He Songfeng knelt on the soft mattress. He Songfeng opened his arms again, this time wrapping his arms around He Cheng Qiyong's waist, and fell into Cheng Qiyong's arms.
"I love you."
He Songfeng was very confident in his seduction this time. He even buried his head in Cheng Qiyong's arms with his lips curled up and smiled gently.
He glanced at the mirror in the corner of the room and saw a wanton body that was desperately begging for love.
The beautiful woman also showed him admiration, which made He Songfeng more confident.
Cheng Qiyong remained unmoved.
After ignoring He Songfeng for half a minute, he finally took the first action.
He pinched He Songfeng's chin.
He Songfeng looked up in confusion.
Cheng Qiyong lifted up a strand of He Songfeng's hair on the side.
He Songfeng became even more confused.
Under He Songfeng's puzzled eyes, the strand of hair was slowly lifted between He Songfeng's eyes.
The long hair that should have reached the collarbone was broken off for no reason, and the broken gap was very uneven.
Cheng Qiyong used his palm as a knife. In front of He Songfeng's sight, he aimed at the tail of the hair and chopped it straight down. At the same time, he stroked the wound with his palm, showing He Songfeng his empty palm.
He silently told He Songfeng with his actions that your hair was chopped off with a knife and the broken hairs were taken away.
He Songfeng was stunned, staring at the broken hair and unable to speak.
Hair won't break off for no reason. Someone must have cut it off. He Songfeng can't hide it.
Cheng Qiyong stood up and let He Songfeng fall to the edge of the bed, his thin arms fragilely supporting his entire body.
Cheng Qiyong walked around the single bed in the dormitory, looking around, but there was indeed no sign that anyone else had entered the room except He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong couldn't find any clues, so he sat back on the bed.
He pinched He Songfeng's chin and threatened in a low and unhappy voice:
"He Songfeng, don't let me catch you, or you can pack up your things and go back to the mountains. Your worthless ex-boyfriend will lock you up at home and let him play with you ten thousand times, and you still won't be able to afford a tie clip."
He Songfeng's body shook violently.
This threat is so vicious and terrifying!
He Songfeng would rather die than jump from here, he could not accept this ending.
He didn't want to go back to the mountains, he didn't want to meet his ex-boyfriend again, let alone have any relationship with him.
"Please don't say that to me."
He Songfeng regards Cheng Qiyong as his life-saving straw. Cheng Qiyong is one of the few NPCs who can help He Songfeng escape a bad ending.
He Songfeng once again snuggled into Cheng Qiyong's arms, hugging Cheng Qiyong's arm, not letting him pinch his moon, but acting coquettishly:
"Now that you're responding to me, I can use my mouth and put this matter behind me, okay?"
The black mole on the eyelid, which represents obedience and concession, emerged, and He Songfeng took the initiative to lay a step under Cheng Qiyong's feet.
Cheng Qiyong neither agreed nor refused.
He Songfeng cleverly realized that this was waiting for him to take action, not just talk.
He Songfeng withdrew from the embrace and knelt on the ground, holding Cheng Qiyong's fingers with one hand and zipping up his pants with the other hand.
But Cheng Qiyong quickly picked him up, gave him a pillow on the ground, and asked him to sit down.
Perhaps the curse that had been cast upon them by Zhao Jieyi when they returned to the mountain valley was too terrifying, their clasped hands were actually held tightly by He Songfeng.
…………
He Songfeng did this job clumsily because he didn't like it and felt too ashamed, so he did it less.
What's more, Zhao Jieyi's toothpick made He Songfeng even more clueless.
But Cheng Qiyong’s reality is——
All I can say is that I was swallowing my fist.
However, Cheng Qiyong didn't say anything to him. Instead, he let out low moans of immersion and enjoyment to match his poor technique.
Even when he was short of breath, Cheng Qiyong would considerately let him rest for a while.
He Songfeng sat on the pillow, his body exhausted, leaning against Cheng Qiyong's legs, stroking his chest and breathing heavily.
"I'm not very good at it, thank you for putting up with me."
"Um."
He Songfeng's vision began to wander due to exhaustion, and he made small, panting sounds through his nose.
As it floated, I felt creepy.
His breathing stopped abruptly, and the hand that was touching his chest suddenly clenched into a fist, and he nervously grasped his collar.
Wardrobe!
Why is the wardrobe open a crack?!
It was clearly closed just now!
He Songfeng stared at it, his subconscious telling him that there must be an eye in that gap staring at him, gazing at him.
However, that eye was hidden in the darkness and should have been difficult to capture.
But that eye was not honest. It was staring at He Songfeng intently. The gray light flying out of the eye was like the knife pressing on He Songfeng's back.
Is it a human or a ghost?
It would be fine if it was a ghost.
If it were a human—
When I think of this, I think of Cheng Qiyong’s words.
He Songfeng's head suddenly felt dizzy, and for a moment his mind was confused, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were dizzy.
Calm down! Calm down!
Cheng Qiyong is still scrutinizing every move and must remain calm!
He was like a drowning ghost, covered in cold sweat. He took a deep breath and forced a decent smile.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Cheng Qiyong.
In the blink of an eye, the smile collapsed like a mountain torrent.
Because Cheng Qiyong was also looking there.
In fact, Cheng Qiyong had become very interested, with his neck leaning forward and his body leaning towards the wardrobe.
The muscles of Cheng Qiyong's calf, which was next to He Songfeng, twitched, and He Songfeng was so scared that he subconsciously grabbed Cheng Qiyong's arm.
Cheng Qiyong gradually adjusted his gaze and looked closely at He Songfeng's hand that was trying to stop him.
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's chubby and red cheeks and smiled coldly.
"I caught someone hiding in the closet."
Cheng Qiyong pushed He Songfeng away, stood up, and adjusted his pants.
He walked to the wardrobe, put his hand on the door, and just before pushing it open—
He stopped all his movements, turned to look at He Songfeng, and asked him:
"Nothing to say?"
He Songfeng's dejected head was pulled by a rope, and he slowly raised it stiffly. He looked at Cheng Qiyong silently with a calm expression.
He returned to his usual lifeless and dull self, with an expressionless face as if saying:
Nothing more to say, we'll stop here.
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