Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Brother? Or younger brother? Whatever...
He Songfeng was no different from a dead fish on a chopping board.
He was like a dead person, numbly accepting the fact that all his shameful and embarrassing things were seen by others.
It's a habitual look. You can just look at it. It won't make you lose any weight or kill you.
He Songfeng didn't even think about covering up or making up for it, and always maintained an unsightly attitude.
His straight, white leg was bent and placed on the table, and his body was supported by his skinny hip against the edge of the table. The leg on the ground had long lost its original function in the sudden fright and had become a decoration of this body.
Two footsteps were heard as someone walked into the room.
He Songfeng heard it, but still kept his head down, immersed in his own world.
His silence enveloped him woodenly, and he separated himself from the dangerous and noisy world in front of him, as if as long as he didn't see or hear, these things would not happen, and the things that were about to be touched by others would not happen.
Click.
The door was closed and locked.
The man came in without saying a word.
He Songfeng took a deep breath, and the cold sweat that surged from his skin tacitly accumulated in the deep grooves on his back.
His deeply concave back and the symmetrical dimples on both sides of his waist left an inverted cross-shaped mark on his smooth, pale body.
The words written on He Songfeng's body are a record of his confessions engraved on the cross, and are also the evidence of his self-indulgent sins.
He Songfeng was nailed to an inverted cross as punishment.
But he lowered his eyes, calm and composed, and accepted the punishment quietly.
Like the Virgin Mary, she casts an inclusive gaze upon the invaders.
He Songfeng's eyes slowly shifted sideways, looking at the intruder, and finally his sight was able to focus.
He Songfeng saw who was coming.
Some doubts, but more of relaxation.
This is Cheng Yisha.
But why was Cheng Yiliao here? He even pretended to be a model student, wearing a pair of glasses and holding a thick stack of information.
This is so weird.
No wonder He Songfeng couldn't tell how many people came when he was frightened, because Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao looked similar.
When He Songfeng was in a trance, he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was. In his confusion, he mistook them for three people.
Cheng Yiliao, Cheng Qiyong and a combination of the two.
Cheng Yiliao did not approach He Songfeng. He stood by the door, his eyes evasively buried in the ground. He clamped his throat, softened his tone, and said in a pretentious and gentle manner:
"I'm here to deliver information. I won't look at you."
Cheng Yiliao had strained his voice to resemble Donald Duck's. Realizing he couldn't hold it back any longer, he simply restored his normal voice and lowered his voice to explain, "I promise I won't tell anyone about the marks on your body. I know you're miserable, and I pity you. I won't let you feel sad again."
He Songfeng frowned, his head was twisted hard by the words "I pity you", making a chaotic buzzing sound.
Pitiful?
When has he ever asked for pity?!
Cheng Yiliao lowered his head, counting the patterns of the floor tiles as he walked, to judge the distance between himself and his desk.
Like a blind man groping for an elephant, he stumbled to the desk. His peripheral vision inevitably swept across He Songfeng's fair and tender breasts. He took a deep breath, bit his lip until the skin was broken, and forced himself not to pay attention.
"I'll put the information here and leave immediately. Don't feel embarrassed. I'm not looking at you."
At the same time, Cheng Yiliao took out the square box from his pocket again, held it in his palm, and rubbed the sharp corners of the box with his thumb struggling.
He Songfeng's hand resting on the table was within Cheng Yiliao's peripheral vision.
He thought for a while and decided to cover it with his hand. This was the boldest thing Cheng Yiliao could do.
"I'll leave this thing here. You...you should be nicer to yourself. My brother is a very selfish jerk. He only cares about his own feelings. If you always agree to his wishes, it won't win his affection. He will only think you're a cheap bitch."
Cheng Yiliao rarely used a serious voice to persuade, but he did not dare to look directly at He Songfeng when he said this. There was a layer of bright red on the tip of his ear, as red as the hemorrhage after the capillary ruptured.
"Why don't you dare look at me? Am I ugly?" He Songfeng asked softly, his fingers hidden under Cheng Yiliao's palm, tapping Cheng Yiliao's palm with his knuckles affectionately.
In almost half a second, Cheng Yiliao retorted with certainty: "No, how could you be ugly?"
"Then look at me now." He Songfeng ordered him.
Cheng Yiliao slowly raised his head, his eyes half-closed.
The drooping eyelids and the black frames on the eyes just hide the fierce desire and aggression in the pupils, leaving only obedience and docility.
He Songfeng smiled and gently extended an invitation to Cheng Yiliao to have an affair.
His fingertips flicked the shackled glasses frame, moving lightly from the left side to the right side, tapping out a series of crisp sounds.
Like a light rain on a hot summer evening, the dirty water on the fingertips rushed into the scorching pupils.
Cheng Yiliao raised his eyes, his gaze stumbling through the eye sockets and sticking to He Songfeng's skin.
The courage that he had finally mustered disappeared without a trace after seeing Cheng Qiyong's handwriting, just like a ghost seeing the sun.
"Does it make you feel bad when I look at you?"
Cheng Yiliao changed the subject.
He Songfeng raised his thin and straight swan neck and said shamelessly: "No, because I am just a cheap bitch."
After saying that, He Songfeng laughed.
He Songfeng had heard such words countless times, and he had also recited them silently countless times himself.
Only by being willing to take risks and open up completely can He Songfeng climb up through this hollowed-out skin.
Therefore, he didn't mind teasing another Cheng Yiliao in Cheng Qiyong's room.
One more man, one more way.
He Songfeng's body is a prop, and his soul is high above.
He Songfeng had already stripped himself of everything.
Cheng Yiliao patted the back of He Songfeng's hand and whispered, "Don't say that. I'm leaving first."
Cheng Yiliao was far away from Cheng Qiyong, and was as ferocious as a wild dog that had been hungry for three days and three nights. He could let go and hunt He Songfeng unscrupulously.
But once it approaches Cheng Qiyong's territory, it is immediately tamed into a harmless little puppy, with a weak and timid air that may be trampled to death by Cheng Qiyong at any time.
Cheng Yiliao walked to the door and was about to unlock it.
He Songfeng's voice pierced his eardrums.
“Stop.”
Cheng Yiliao's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped all movements as if possessed.
He Songfeng once again gave the order: "Come here."
Cheng Yiliao struggled and struggled again.
The hanging palms were clenched into fists, and He Songfeng behind him let out a long, unsatisfied nasal sound.
"Are you not listening?" He Songfeng tapped the table with his fingertips twice, just twice.
Cheng Yiliao turned around and stared at He Songfeng with longing eyes.
He Songfeng waved at him and pushed him in.
He Songfeng opened his arms and gestured for Cheng Yiliao to come in.
Cheng Yiliao's big head was immediately controlled by the small head.
In a daze, he didn't even know when he carried He Songfeng to the table.
In this confusion, he raised his head, anxiously asking for mercy from the Virgin Mary who was standing high above him:
"Is this appropriate for us?"
This is Cheng Qiyong's office. Cheng Qiyong might be back in the next second or the next minute.
The handsome man in front of him, naked and covered in black, was Cheng Qiyong's new lover.
As for Cheng Yiliao, he just came to deliver information.
He shouldn't have coveted his sister-in-law in Cheng Qiyong's territory, and he shouldn't have... done something obscene with his sister-in-law on Cheng Qiyong's desk.
But all this had already happened quietly while Cheng Yiliao was in a trance.
When Cheng Yiliao came back to his senses from his obsession, He Songfeng's calves were already raised high and resting on his arms.
Things that shouldn't happen are happening, people who shouldn't be coveted are being devoured, and a forbidden and dangerous relationship has been established.
Even when Cheng Yiliao was coming back to his senses, he was asking He Songfeng for a kiss.
Cheng Yiliao looked like a dog, with the loose hair on his forehead like his wagging tail. In He Songfeng's gentle embrace, it excitedly swayed like a chaotic propeller.
And from Cheng Yiliao's nostrils came the low barking sound of a dog guarding its food, humming and roaring.
"Is this my brother's?"
Under Cheng Yiliao's fierce gaze protecting the food, He Songfeng smiled and nodded.
"...Hiss, He Songfeng, you look so good."
Cheng Yiliao buried his prickly hair deep in He Songfeng's arms, pushing them back and forth.
He Songfeng gently placed his hands on either side of Cheng Yiliao's head, caressing and hugging him. Like a mother, he tolerated the other's impulsive offenses without any bottom line.
Cheng Yiliao suddenly stood up, pinched He Songfeng's ankle, and gently kissed the protruding bone.
He asked the same question that anyone would ask:
"Am I better or is my brother better?"
He Songfeng didn't answer, maintaining a decent smile on his face, looking at the ceiling. The delicate patterns on the ceiling were like undercurrents of the sea, surging and surging.
“Hmm…Hmm…”
Cheng Yiliao was not satisfied with He Songfeng's silence, so he bit the bone of He Songfeng's ankle and gnawed it like a dog, leaving a circle of very obvious bloody teeth marks.
He Songfeng remained indifferent, and Cheng Yiliao had no way to deal with him, so he had to switch from nibbling to kissing.
The knee slammed hard into He Songfeng's collarbone, leaving a red mark on it, and the collarbone was almost broken by the knee.
Cheng Yiliao's expression changed from innocence to confusion.
He almost forgot where he was, and who the man he offended was. He didn't care about Cheng Qiyong's warnings to him and the man in his arms.
As for the handwriting Cheng Qiyong had left on He Songfeng's body, he mindlessly wiped it away with his hands. Marker pen wasn't easy to wipe clean, and even after rubbing it until his skin was almost broken, the handwriting only blurred, and then the dirty water marks spread everywhere, turning the water that had been accumulating in his waist into black water.
As for the red seal, Cheng Yilao couldn't remove it and was so anxious that he wanted to bite it with his teeth.
He Songfeng coldly observed the changes in Cheng Yiliao. At this special moment of addiction, he raised his hand and slapped Cheng Yiliao in the face. He pointed at the crack in the door and uttered three words lightly:
"Cheng Qiyong."
Just three words.
It took three million years for humans to evolve from invertebrates to vertebrates.
It only takes three milliseconds for Cheng Yiliao to degenerate from a vertebrate to an invertebrate.
Cheng Yiliao slid down to his knees on the ground, lowered his head and lay motionless.
He Songfeng still kept his knees against his collarbone and did not return to normal after Cheng Yiliao left.
From a distance, it looked strangely like Cheng Yiliao was paying homage to the secrets revealed by He Songfeng's body.
Cheng Yiliao is the number one devout believer of He Songfeng.
He kowtowed to it.
Then she apologized to him and shouted, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Under He Songfeng's silent gaze, Cheng Yiliao confessed guiltily: "I forced my sister-in-law."
He Songfeng chuckled softly.
Before Cheng Yiliao said this, He Songfeng always thought that Cheng Yiliao would put the blame on him. He didn't expect that this mouse-like Cheng Yiliao would dare to take the responsibility.
Cheng Yiliao knelt for a long time, so long that the water stains on the edge of the table were almost dried up, and he did not have the courage to look up.
He Songfeng sat up, put one foot on the edge of the table for support, and put the other foot on the top of Cheng Yiliao's head, pressing down as if punishing him.
Cheng Yiliao was like a spring, his forehead suddenly dropped and hit the floor tiles, and then he immediately raised his head high in dizziness.
He Songfeng put his toes on Cheng Yiliao's chin and kicked him back lightly in a teasing manner, causing him to fall to the ground in a daze.
"hehe……"
He Songfeng chuckled.
Cheng Yiliao realized something. He turned his head sharply and looked around, and immediately realized that he had been tricked by He Songfeng.
He turned his head and bared his teeth as if to bite.
"If you're so scared, don't go on."
He Songfeng retracted his toes, and his slender left leg hung over the edge of the table, swaying softly and lightly like willow catkins blown by the wind.
He Songfeng leaned over, his body resting on his legs resting on the edge of the table, his hands crossed and folded on his knees, supporting his head which was resting on the cushion above.
Without blinking, he carefully observed Cheng Qiyong's every move.
He Songfeng has never changed. He has never indulged in desires. From the beginning to the end, he prefers to watch those people being obsessed with him.
It’s okay to say that He Songfeng is a succubus, because she feeds on men’s obsession with her.
From Cheng Yiliao's perspective, He Songfeng was a naked, handsome god in the oil painting, spreading the gospel to the confused and lowly mice in front of him.
His arm extended in invitation is the best proof of his blessing.
So Cheng Yiliao came back with a vengeance, and the fire he started was even more intense than before.
Even the sound was no longer the soft and sticky smacking sound, but the ferocious sound of a whip, dry and crisp.
He Songfeng said it again with malicious intent: "Cheng Qiyong is here."
Cheng Yiliao reacted in fear again, which made He Songfeng laugh again.
But this time, it was He Songfeng who took the initiative to hug Cheng Yiliao's neck, gently caressing his face, silently giving Cheng Yiliao a way out.
"He Songfeng, you are so bad."
"Um."
He Songfeng took it as a compliment, smiled with sparkling eyes, stretched out his hands comfortably, and then patted Cheng Yiliao's strong chest muscles firmly.
Not only did He Songfeng not restrain himself, he even intensified his behavior. He deliberately waited for the moment when Cheng Yiliao was feeling the best and suddenly mentioned those three words.
Cheng Yiliao's reaction is the same every time. It only takes three words to turn from a human into a mouse.
"Ha ha……"
He Songfeng was smiling, and he was really smiling.
He Songfeng's two genuine smiles were both in front of Cheng Yiliao. If Cheng Yiliao knew about this, he would definitely feel that he was lucky.
Later, as He Songfeng recited the poem more and more, Cheng Yiliao gradually became desensitized and might even resort to more severe revenge.
Seeing that this trick didn't work, He Songfeng stopped trying to scare him.
only--
Amidst the playful interactions, the story of the boy who cried wolf quietly unfolds.
Among so many sentences of "Cheng Qiyong", there is a sentence about the real Cheng Qiyong.
No one noticed the footsteps outside the door, which were heavy, steady and unhurried.
It belongs to Cheng Qiyong.
After hearing the strange noises and movements in the room, he paused for half a second before taking out the key, thrusting it in, and twisting the door lock hard.
The door was pushed open with a bang, and the burning air rushed into his nostrils fiercely.
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