Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Cheng Qiyong: Between me and Cheng Yiliao, who...
He Songfeng had his back to the door, but suddenly turned around hastily with an innocent look on his face.
The door was opened wantonly, and malice poured in along with the heat, pouring into He Songfeng's thin body.
Cheng Qiyong walked in slowly. The scorching sunlight behind him stretched his shadow forward, as if a snake hidden in the dark was crawling forward silently to explore the way for him.
There was a haze everywhere.
The slow and heavy footsteps took the first step steadily, hitting He Songfeng's spine.
Cold sweat once again covered his entire body, gathering at his waist, causing waves of anxiety.
Another heavy footstep.
There was a loud bang, almost breaking He Songfeng's spine.
Cheng Qiyong straightened his chest, then slowly lowered it.
Apparently taking a deep breath.
He took a step inside and closed the door with his hands behind his back.
He Songfeng's body collapsed again and again. He twisted his body nervously and stared at Cheng Qiyong, treating this man as a guillotine hanging over his head. He got closer and closer, and the knife fell down little by little.
With a click, the door was closed.
The room darkened in an instant, and the little light was swallowed up by Cheng Qiyong's shadow, and then melted into the gap between the floor tiles under his feet along with the shadow.
The curtains hung motionless and wooden.
Cheng Qiyong walked slowly to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng stood by the table, his school uniform hastily put on, without even having time to smooth out the wrinkles.
His left hand was nervously gripping the edge of the table, his nails almost digging through the wax on the table surface, while his right hand was nervously clutching his sleeve.
"You're here." He Songfeng said preemptively.
He rarely initiates conversation, and now his every move shows anxiety.
Cheng Qiyong ignored He Songfeng, but raised his head and slowly turned his neck, lowered his brows, and looked around the office expressionlessly.
The office is not big, it is square, without much obstruction, and you can see it all at a glance.
There are only three places where people can hide: under the table, in the filing cabinet, or behind the curtains.
Cheng Qiyong's action was simple and rough. He pinched He Songfeng's chin and forced He Songfeng to follow his gaze, looking from left to right, one by one.
Cheng Qiyong's heavy breathing sprayed on He Songfeng's face, forcing He Songfeng to answer his silent question.
“…………”
He Songfeng didn't say anything and even began to control his breathing.
He lowered his head, and his eyelids drooped limply. The exposed black mole looked dead, hanging motionlessly in Cheng Yiliao's gaze.
"Play dumb."
Cheng Qiyong put his hands on both sides of He Songfeng's waist, locking He Songfeng between his arms and the table.
"Where?"
Cheng Qiyong raised one hand and placed it on one of He Songfeng's eyelids. He pinched it accurately without mercy and pulled it up roughly, forcing out the eyeball that was hidden in the eye socket out of guilt.
The dark pupils revealed a clear and confused look as if a blind person was in the act. Although the executioner was committing the crime right in front of him, this eye did not react at all. Only when the eyelids were lifted did it briefly jump with panic, and then quickly sank into the lower eye socket.
"You won't be satisfied until I pull you out and skin you alive with my own hands?"
The air was filled with the thick and turbid smell of hormones, water droplets dripped from the table, and He Songfeng's breathing had not yet stabilized.
All of this was telling Cheng Qiyong that there was a third person hiding in this room.
He Songfeng also knew that this matter could not be concealed.
"I want you to point it out yourself."
Cheng Qiyong gave another order in a stern tone.
He Songfeng's hanging hand trembled, and after struggling for a short second, he covered the back of Cheng Qiyong's hand and guided the other's hand to his waist.
His fingers tentatively fiddled with Cheng Qiyong's fingers, and when he realized that the other party did not resist his approach, he mustered up the courage to slide his fingers gently and softly into the other party's fingers.
After noticing He Songfeng's flattery, Cheng Qiyong immediately tightened his fingers, making the two people's interlocked hands fit tightly.
But Cheng Qiyong did not take the next step.
It was still He Songfeng who took the initiative. He slid the hand holding hers under the hem of his clothes, and the hem of his shirt rose up little by little as his arm slowly moved in, until the entire white and slender waist was exposed to the air.
He Songfeng guided Cheng Qiyong to lift his clothes, just like lifting his skirt.
He Songfeng taught the other party to tease out his most sensitive and vulnerable parts and actively invite the wolf into the house.
Suddenly, He Songfeng let go of his hand.
"I've been waiting here for you, no one else."
He Songfeng straightened his upper body and leaned forward, lying on Cheng Qiyong's chest like a boneless person, his left hand hooked around Cheng Qiyong's shoulder, while the other hand actively unbuttoned his shirt.
"Kiss me, I've been waiting for you for so long, I'm so lonely."
He Songfeng raised his head and asked for love from the head above him.
The sound was soft and velvety, just like his tongue sticking out on purpose.
Cheng Qiyong was so hooked that his breathing became disordered. He didn't even bother to ask who had come before him. He just wanted to bite the soft cherry pink thing in front of him named He Songfeng into his mouth, and even wanted to sweep it into his throat and hold it.
He Songfeng is very smart. After kissing Cheng Qiyong many times, he quickly learned Cheng Qiyong's kissing rhythm.
So in Cheng Qiyong's unrestrained offense, He Songfeng could find just the right gaps to pause and fill these gaps with He Songfeng's soft flattery.
This time, it was no longer He Songfeng who had difficulty breathing due to Cheng Qiyong's kiss, but Cheng Qiyong was kissed to the point of losing consciousness, almost losing his composure, and being dazzled by the kiss.
To the extent that the bones of He Songfeng's hand, which was clasped with his, were almost broken by Cheng Qiyong.
But He Songfeng didn't cry out in pain, he just bit the other person's lips lightly as a soft way of telling him.
They held hands, hugged and kissed each other.
Cheng Qiyong felt the warmth and coldness in his arms, and his body spasmed from his kiss, but the person in his arms never pushed him away, but tried to tolerate him as much as possible.
Cheng Qiyong was arrogant and high-handed, but was deliberately flattered and praised by He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong knew that this was just flattery, but when he woke up from the flattery, He Songfeng had already opened himself up.
He Songfeng has done this much, how can Cheng Qiyong blame He Songfeng?
Cheng Qiyong turned He Songfeng over, picked him up and sat him on the table with his ankles on his shoulders.
His eyes slid down, just like the drops of water dripping down the edge of the table.
The notes on He Songfeng's body were so blurred that it was impossible to tell what they were all saying. They were all tangled together. Cheng Qiyong's palm was pressed against the words. He wanted to slap him several times but restrained himself and rubbed them instead.
Cheng Qiyong's expression turned cold again.
"I was in gym class, it's normal to feel dizzy."
He Songfeng made up a sentence casually.
Any explanation is better than no explanation, and a positive attitude is always right.
Before Cheng Qiyong lost his temper, He Songfeng stretched out his palm again. He did not look for Cheng Qiyong's palm, but let his open palm, like his open body, hang in the air, just waiting for Cheng Qiyong to take the initiative.
The empty gaps between fingers are waiting for the lover's fingers to be put in, and then tightened and interlocked to form a perfect whole.
Their interlocked fingers hung between them, the wide size difference on full display.
Cheng Qiyong's arms were almost as thick as He Songfeng's two arms. Even when Cheng Qiyong approached, He Songfeng's sight would be blocked by the iron wall in front of him.
However, Cheng Qiyong is more white than Cheng Yijiao, which is a yellow-white skin unique to the elite.
And Cheng Qiyong's muscles are just right compared to his body shape.
He is tall, strong and muscular, but his muscles are not as exaggerated as Cheng Yiliao's who lifts weights every day.
"Stop being suspicious. Either do it or let me go. I still have class to go to."
He Songfeng hummed softly with a nasal sound, his attitude was as soft as his voice, and he deliberately mixed it with a heavy breath of desire, as if if Cheng Qiyong really let him go, he would take the initiative to pounce on him and take it by force.
Cheng Qiyong moved, but his expression was still cold and emotionless. He looked at He Songfeng as if he was looking at a doll without self-awareness.
In the face of He Songfeng's distracted and lustful eyes narrowing and tongue sticking out, Cheng Qiyong's performance was mediocre.
He might even suddenly turn around to check if a mistress might suddenly appear behind him and try to escape.
Cheng Qiyong was not wrong in his guess. There was indeed a mistress in this room who was tiptoeing and trying to escape.
But after the mistress came out from behind the curtains and saw the beautiful woman being pressed on the table, her head was stunned. She completely ignored the decent boyfriend in front of the beautiful woman and only cared about admiring the initiative and flattery that she had never seen before.
The feeling He Songfeng leaves on each person is different.
When facing Cheng Yiliao, he was the emotional leader. He always held the initiative and would never allow Cheng Yiliao to overstep his authority.
But in Cheng Qiyong's case, it is the complete opposite. He is delicate, a lower being who is powerless to resist objectification and sexualization.
So Cheng Yiliao had never seen He Songfeng like this.
If He Songfeng in Zhao Jie's camera was already very exciting for Cheng Yiliao, then the current He Songfeng is a thousand or ten thousand times more exciting than that.
Cheng Yiliao forgot the time, place and people after just one look. It was jaw-droppingly stunning.
It was to the extent that Cheng Yiliao was willing to kneel down and call her mother instead of master.
When He Songfeng caught a glimpse of Cheng Yiliao standing still, his legs went weak with shock.
I cursed in my heart: This dead dog, stupid dog, stupid dog!!!
Cheng Qiyong noticed something was wrong, but fortunately He Songfeng put his arms around Cheng Qiyong's neck in time and kissed him, forcing his guilty conscience to turn into a spasm of exhaustion.
As for Cheng Qiyong's impulse to look back, it was interrupted by He Songfeng's gentle voice.
"Kiss me and don't look around."
He Songfeng scolded Cheng Qiyong softly. The two of them were very close to each other, and their lips moved back and forth while they spoke.
Cheng Qiyong's eyes tilted to the side, but quickly returned to normal.
Under He Songfeng's smiling gaze, he calmly whispered, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Cheng Yiliao moved in small steps, but he was still reluctant to take his eyes off He Songfeng.
The further he walked, the weirder his strides became.
A very strange idea popped into his head.
He wanted to kneel down in front of Cheng Qiyong and kowtow to beg his brother to give him alms again. He didn't ask for anything, he just asked for a viewing spot so that he could watch from the side.
However, this idea was quickly rejected by Cheng Yiliao himself.
He had eaten with He Songfeng here not long ago, so how could he slide down on his knees in front of He Songfeng so quickly?
Wouldn't he have to be a stupid dog kneeling under Cheng Qiyong and He Songfeng all his life, hiding from the light?
In the chaos of y, everyone has their own ulterior motives.
Cheng Qiyong suddenly asked, "Is it fun?"
"Cool."
"Do you like me doing this to you?"
"like."
"What did you call me?"
Cheng Qiyong stopped what he was doing and acted cruelly, as if he would leave immediately if he didn't get the answer he wanted.
“…………”
How could He Songfeng dare to let go of Cheng Qiyong at this time? He could see from the corner of his eye that the idiot was lingering behind him, and he would definitely be discovered if he turned around.
She quickly took the initiative, panting and groaning: "Uh...husband...husband..."
Even He Songfeng learned it all by himself, and smiled lovingly as he stretched out a long moan: "My husband's kiss makes me feel so good, my husband is so great, my husband... I like my husband so much..."
Cheng Yiliao stopped behind Cheng Qiyong, his eyes burning with fire, his legs felt like they were filled with cement, and he couldn't move a step.
He thought that He Songfeng must have done this and shouted like this to cover for him.
Let’s go quickly and don’t cause any more trouble for He Songfeng.
As Cheng Yiliao was thinking this, the shackles on his feet suddenly broke. He didn't dare to hesitate any longer and moved towards the door as fast as he could.
The rushing sounds of water continued in the center of the room, without any rush or haste, and without any worry that someone would come and catch them in the act and interrupt them the next second.
Cheng Yiliao's eyes turned bloodshot. He always felt that Cheng Qiyong was showing off and provoking him.
But what's the use of being jealous? Staying will only cause trouble for He Songfeng. He wants to be He Songfeng's most obedient and well-behaved puppy.
Cheng Yiliao moved to the door and put his hand on the door handle. Now he just had to turn it carefully and wait for the opportunity to rush out.
"He Songfeng, between me and Cheng Yiliao, who makes you feel better?"
Cheng Qiyong asked the question abruptly, mentioning He Songfeng's name.
Cheng Yiliao's heart that was about to leave was suddenly pulled back to the table. This time he was not escaping from the mistress, but was competing in a 1V1 SOLO match with Cheng Qiyongxiong.
He couldn't leave yet, he had to hear a definite answer here.
He Songfeng's body was filled with chills, and a large amount of cold sweat suddenly broke out, mixing with the sweat of lust.
"What are you talking about?"
He Songfeng still maintained a flattering smile, but his address changed subtly to a respectful one, "Don't joke around."
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's cheek and tore off the false smile on his face.
"He Songfeng, choose me or Cheng Yiliao?"
Cheng Qiyong urged He Songfeng to answer.
"I've only ever had sex with you."
He Songfeng chose or in the answer of AorB.
"Haha. Are you saying that these teeth marks were made by me? How come I didn't know that, He Songfeng?"
Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's ankle, pressed his thumb against the tooth mark scar on the protruding bone of the ankle, and pinched it hard.
At this moment, He Songfeng felt the pain of his leg tendons being cut. The intense stinging pain mixed with the intense numbness and pain was like pepper water conducting electricity and pouring into the top of his head. All the feelings penetrated his limbs and bones in an instant, and his bones were crying and screaming, trying to escape from this body.
He Songfeng was like a shrimp with its thread pulled out. His body was almost bent into a C shape due to the pain. Saliva and tears were flying everywhere. His eyes were unfocused and dazed. He collapsed on the table, gasping for breath.
He Songfeng was panting not because he was no longer in pain, but because he was exhausted from the pain and had no energy to continue showing it.
"Ten sentences, ten false."
Cheng Qiyong scolded He Songfeng calmly. He also pinched He Songfeng's ankle and put it on his shoulder.
He Songfeng didn't know how to explain it. His eyes, which were wide open when he was trying to please people, were now half-closed in dejection, and his eyeballs were fixed in his eye sockets.
But Cheng Qiyong still refused to let He Songfeng go, and even treated him more harshly.
The overflowing water dripped along the edge of the table and fell violently.
No matter how stupid Cheng Yiliao was, he should have understood that the atmosphere was not right, and it had even reached a dangerous level.
If he doesn't run away now, he will probably be beaten up soon.
He quickly pulled down the doorknob. His heart began to beat wildly and irregularly. The thumping sound filled Cheng Yiliao's ears, making it impossible for him to estimate what was happening on He Songfeng's side.
Or maybe, the sound originally came from He Songfeng.
The position of the door handle is moving down little by little, from ninety degrees to an acute angle, and the angle is getting sharper and sharper.
Cheng Yiliao knew that the door would inevitably make a clicking sound when it opened and closed, so he moved slowly and slowly, for fear of disturbing Cheng Qiyong.
But Cheng Yiliao's worries were overblown. Before the door handle could be lowered to the angle where it would make a click, and before the crack in the door let in any sunlight, he was already called by Cheng Qiyong.
"Cheng Yiliao, where are you going?"
Cheng Qiyong's voice was like a loaded rifle, pressing against the back of Cheng Yiliao's head, with danger poised to explode.
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