Chapter 36 Chapter 36 You three live your life like...
Cheng Yiliao suddenly stopped.
Like a dirty, smelly rat exposed under the spotlight, he knew he was dirty and shouldn't be here. He should hide, cower in the sewers.
But Cheng Yiliao had been exposed by the intense light and he stood there without any reaction.
No blinking, no breathing, like an NPC in a game that has been paused.
"No explanation?"
Cheng Qiyong said this to He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong never looked at the process straight in the eye from beginning to end, and the call of the name was just a casual remark he made in between kisses with He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was lying in Cheng Qiyong's arms, not in a hug, but like a poor man trapped.
He Songfeng's eyes were out of focus, and his eyeball was like a transparent bullet, slowly falling from the middle of his eye socket to the bottom, with half of his eye falling in.
"So you've already scooped out all the water inside and replaced it with Cheng Yiliao's, right?"
When Cheng Qiyong said this, He Songfeng's expression suddenly changed. His facial features were pierced through, from dull and dazed to shocked and dazed.
It wasn't painful, it was just too sudden and too intense.
So that his dazed facial features were like being hit by a raging sea, raised high and then slapped down heavily.
The waves rushed up the cliff with great force, and He Songfeng was unable to breathe and could not escape.
The humidity in the air climbed to an unprecedented level, even affecting the sound of Cheng Yiliao's heartbeat.
Cheng Yiliao's heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mucus, and each beat was no longer a crisp thump, but a dragging click.
This sticky beating sound is shared by three people.
Naturally, breathing will become difficult as a result.
"He Songfeng, don't you have anything to say?" Cheng Qiyong put his hand on He Songfeng's back, and his knuckles pressed against the fragile back and into his internal organs.
He Songfeng's face twisted in pain, and he clenched his hands into fists, banging them pitifully on the table.
Pa pa pa pa - the rhythm is chaotic and irregular. The more you hit, the faster you hit, and the more you hit, the weaker you become.
But if he didn't do this, He Songfeng would have nowhere to vent the tense and suffocating feeling in his body.
"say!"
Cheng Qiyong desperately wanted He Songfeng to give him an answer, but He Songfeng at most just glanced at his face nonchalantly with his lifeless eyes.
He Songfeng was as light as dust, but when inhaled into the nose it made people breathless.
Cheng Yiliao fell to his knees, dragged his knees over to Cheng Qiyong, and shouted, "Brother, I told you it was me! I forced my sister-in-law!"
He Songfeng's eyes suddenly fell into despair.
He never thought of admitting this. No matter how painful it was, he pinched his throat and didn't make any sound.
But Cheng Yiliao, this stupid dog, told everything.
He still had a heroic look on his face, as if he had made some great sacrifice for He Songfeng.
He Songfeng's eyes came back to life, he glanced down, and left a word: stupid.
Cheng Yiliao grabbed Cheng Qiyong's legs, preventing him from making any further offensive moves.
"Brother! I forced my sister-in-law to do this. It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with him!"
Cheng Qiyong shook off Cheng Yiliao and also let He Songfeng go.
He slowly pulled out the belt, placed it on the table and knocked it.
He Songfeng's body fell backwards on the table, his legs resting on the edge of the table, shaking violently, which he could not control.
The shriveled belly was deeply sunken due to excessive breathing, and because of the excessive inhalation of gas, it bulged up like a balloon that would burst with a single poke.
One of his hands was clenched into a fist and pressed against the table, while the other was placed on his lower abdomen, carefully caressing and comforting.
"Brother! Brother! He Songfeng is like this. If you use force, he won't refuse at all. So I really forced him. Don't doubt him!"
Cheng Yiliao was still kneeling in front of Cheng Qiyong, speaking loudly and excitedly.
At this moment, several flickering figures walked past the window. After hearing the sound inside the window, they couldn't help but slow down their steps.
Cheng Qiyong quickly whipped Cheng Yiliao's mouth with a belt, leaving a bloody red whip mark and sewing Cheng Yiliao's mouth shut like a nail.
"Keep your voice down, is it glorious?"
Cheng Qiyong held the belt and glanced at Cheng Yiliao with disgust.
Cheng Yiliao covered his mouth, tears came out of his eyes due to the pain, and he shook his head back and forth.
Even though it hurt, I still had to continue talking, but I had learned my lesson and lowered my voice a lot:
"Brother, this wasn't He Songfeng's own decision. When I came to deliver the information, I saw He Songfeng waiting for you here alone, so I hugged him without thinking. I was so bold, I forgot your warning. It's all my fault. I was so lustful that I didn't care about anything."
After hitting Cheng Yiliao's mouth with his belt, Cheng Qiyong gently patted He Songfeng's thighs twice as a reminder.
He Songfeng then remembered that he was currently in a shameless open position.
"Brother, please trust me, don't hurt him."
Cheng Yiliao thought Cheng Qiyong was going to whip He Songfeng, and he was so scared that he reached out to grab the belt.
In the sound of a belt fanning through the air——
He Songfeng quickly adjusted himself to sit with his legs crossed, with his legs stacked together and clamped together.
He supported himself on the table with one hand to sit up, and kept the other hand on his abdomen, rubbing it in circles.
Cheng Yiliao covered the back of his swollen hand and knelt down cowardly.
He Songfeng looked at him expressionlessly.
"Did he force you?" Cheng Qiyong folded the belt in his hand, placed it on He Songfeng's leg, and brushed it lightly.
He Songfeng hasn't said a word since he was caught.
So Cheng Qiyong wanted to force him to speak.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes, and his gaze met Cheng Yiliao for a moment before Cheng Qiyong pinched his cheek and pushed him back, forcibly interrupting him.
The belt that had swept across He Songfeng's legs was removed, and a strong gust of wind swept past his ears. The belt was like a whip, swinging at the side of He Songfeng's hand that was supporting the table, bringing up a cold wind and causing He Songfeng's wrist to shake restlessly, his body swaying.
"Did Cheng Yiliao force you to do this?"
He Songfeng slowly turned his head, his gentle gaze falling on Cheng Qiyong's aggressiveness.
The hand that was rubbing his lower abdomen gently rested on Cheng Qiyong's cold, hard and strong arm, silently pinching out a small, angry crescent moon, silently protesting against Cheng Qiyong's violence.
"He Songfeng, answer yes or no." Cheng Qiyong grabbed He Songfeng's hand and pulled it forcefully until it was suspended between them.
He Songfeng hasn't said a word yet.
His face was always so calm, not afraid, not panicked, but as calm as a ball of water held in the palm of your hand.
If you don't protect it quickly and carefully, it will slip through your fingers and disappear without a trace.
Cheng Yiliao raised his head high, eager to seek comfort from He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong was also looking at He Songfeng. He was also very anxious and wanted He Songfeng to give him an answer.
"Yes or no?!"
Cheng Qiyong's voice suddenly became heavier. In the face of He Songfeng's deliberate indifference, his false decency and calmness were shattered into pieces by He Songfeng's cold violence. His possessiveness destroyed his sanity to the point of almost being a mess.
He really wanted to get an answer from He Songfeng.
And that answer can only be one word.
He Songfeng's eyes drifted away.
He returned to his listless, dead-faced state, lying limp on the table, allowing Cheng Qiyong to urge or threaten him.
The belt pressed against He Songfeng's skin, repeatedly threatening to fall.
Cheng Yiliao whispered that he was the one who forced He Songfeng.
Cheng Qiyong's head was swollen with anger at being betrayed, and his hands gripping the belt tightened again and again.
Snap——
A belt was lashed down.
It hit Cheng Qiyong's own palm.
His palms were so hot that they turned purple. Without any hesitation, he covered He Songfeng's heart and pressed down, trying to force He Songfeng to have a change of heart in this twisted way.
"He forced you, didn't he?"
"Yes." Cheng Yiliao echoed from the side, raising his voice to emphasize.
As a result, Cheng Qiyong slapped Cheng Yiliao in the face, causing him to fall to the ground dizzy and crying.
Although Cheng Yiliao was lost, he was able to accurately find He Songfeng's location. He lowered his head and knelt down devoutly.
He didn't forget to continue defending his pitiful master, crying and affirming: "Brother, I really forced him! You have to believe me, how could He Songfeng possibly like a stupid dog like me?!"
It's noisy.
Cheng Qiyong shouted, "Shut up, you bastard!"
Cheng Qiyong put his focus back on He Songfeng. The belt in his hand was like a chain around a dog's neck, and the initiative was inexplicably handed over to He Songfeng.
"You looked down on him, so he got angry and raped you."
At this time, Cheng Qiyong actually no longer wanted to find out whether He Songfeng had cheated on him, whether he had had an affair with Cheng Yiliao behind his back, and who took the initiative.
There is no point in delving into these matters.
As long as He Songfeng answers his question with a "yes".
Cheng Qiyong can unilaterally declare this conflict over.
But He Songfeng still didn't say anything. He just looked Cheng Qiyong up and down with the curious eyes of a child who discovered something new.
Just as He Songfeng was about to open his mouth, Cheng Qiyong tightened his grip like a chain around a dog's neck. It was visibly visible that Cheng Qiyong was concentrating on waiting for He Songfeng's orders.
But when He Songfeng opened his mouth just to exhale a light breath, Cheng Qiyong's expression, although restrained, was still obviously disappointed.
He Songfeng suddenly realized.
turn out to be--
It turned out that Cheng Qiyong had also been trained.
This man didn't dare to confront He Songfeng at all. He was even afraid that if he said something harsh, He Songfeng would be driven away.
He was so harsh when he had sex with He Songfeng because he felt that He Songfeng's bottom line in this regard was almost non-existent.
But after leaving that atmosphere, Cheng Qiyong began to worry about gains and losses and became cautious.
Cheng Qiyong is like a desert wild dog holding water in both hands. His seemingly fierce appearance is actually a test of caution and care.
As the water dripped, he also dropped.
I bent down and lowered my head again and again, just to prevent the water in my palms from slipping through my fingers.
"He Songfeng."
Cheng Qiyong called out the name.
"yes."
finally!
finally--! ! !
At Cheng Qiyong's call, He Songfeng finally blurted out that word.
Cheng Qiyong breathed a sigh of relief, Cheng Yiliao breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone was very satisfied with the result.
The belt in He Songfeng's hand was taken away.
Then came two terrifying whiplash sounds.
He Songfeng opened his mouth and exhaled again, this breath was too hot.
So he raised his hand and placed it on his forehead to feel it.
His eyes half-closed, and the scene before him began to circle like bubbles.
Before I realized I had a fever, I was just tired and sleepy at most, and I thought it was due to overindulgence.
After I felt like I had a fever, the world sank into darkness.
He sat at the table with his head drooping, looking depressed as if he was about to die.
In the hazy vision of high fever, Cheng Qiyong was beating Cheng Yilao with a belt and pulling his hair and hitting his face.
This is a very classic method used by the wife to beat the mistress.
The purpose is to destroy the mistress's face, let her know that she has done something shameful, and make sure that the mistress's face can no longer seduce the wife's beloved husband.
Cheng Yiliao refused to accept the punishment and said nothing when he was beaten.
Even though his mouth was covered in blood and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his face, his skin was almost scraped off by Cheng Qiyong's terrifying strength.
But when Cheng Yiliao thought of He Songfeng being by his side, and thought that his current forbearance was all for He Songfeng, he suddenly became particularly able to endure it.
He imagined himself as He Songfeng's patient and affectionate old man, and the belts that hit his body became the lubricant of his and He Songfeng's love, which became more and more profound and strong.
"Beat me, beat me to death!" Cheng Yiliao challenged.
Cheng Qiyong sneered, just as he meant it. He threw away his belt and punched Cheng Yiliao in the face like a brick.
Cheng Yiliao's voice was almost killed by this punch, but he was still ecstatic and laughed provocatively: "Kill me! Kill me!"
So noisy.
Cheng Qiyong is a violent maniac, and Cheng Yiliao is also a psychopath.
No one in the Cheng family is normal.
As He Songfeng thought about this, his consciousness gradually faded, his body lost balance, and he fell silently from the edge of the table.
The dark snake hiding in the shadows finally bit He Songfeng and dragged him into the pitch-black void.
When He Songfeng woke up, he didn't even realize that he had fainted.
In his memory, he just closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything in front of him suddenly turned white.
Tick.
Tick-tock...
This is what He Songfeng saw, not heard.
A bottle of intravenous drip dripped rhythmically into He Songfeng's eyes.
He Songfeng looked around tiredly and realized that he was receiving treatment in the school hospital.
Cheng Qiyong and Cheng Yiliao were not there, and everything was quiet.
The clean air coming in from the fresh air system rustled the hanging light blue bed curtains, and the bright sunlight outside the window was dyed into aqua blue by the curtains.
The wind blows again, the light falls, it is as pleasant as soaking in water and watching the ripples quietly.
He Songfeng sat up, moved his haggard body to the edge of the bed, and sat quietly for half a minute.
The next second, the needle that had pierced the back of his hand was pulled out directly by He Songfeng.
He walked out of the rest ward with his hands hanging down and his steps unsteady but with a clear purpose.
The hanging hand swayed gently, and the blood that overflowed from the pinhole gathered at the fingertips and fell rhythmically onto the ground, drop by drop.
He Songfeng took a look, put the needle hole in his mouth and sucked gently.
He Songfeng's fever had just subsided, and he was still in a drowsy state with a low fever.
But he still walked back to the classroom despite being exhausted, gritted his teeth, and sat down to finish a whole day of classes.
He Songfeng cherishes this hard-earned learning opportunity very much, and firmly recites to himself: All other things are inferior, only reading is superior.
Even if you tell He Songfeng that you are going to die in the next second, he will open his book and continue the class and memorize the last English word before he dies.
After evening self-study, He Songfeng returned to the dormitory.
He pushed the door open and walked in.
Cheng Qiyong was sitting in the living room waiting for him with the lights on. The light made his face look pale and blue, as scary as a demon.
He Songfeng pretended not to see the person and walked around him without paying attention.
Cheng Qiyong suddenly grabbed He Songfeng's hanging hand and forcibly pulled him into his arms.
"What's going on between you and Cheng Yiliao?"
Cheng Qiyong took He Songfeng's word "husband" seriously, so he kept family matters to himself and did not air family disgrace in public.
He Songfeng's head fell dizzily and rested on Cheng Qiyong's shoulder.
I sighed in my heart: It never ends...
"He Songfeng, have you never told me the truth?"
Cheng Qiyong hugged He Songfeng helplessly, but he kissed his ear unwillingly and asked:
"He Songfeng, am I not enough for you? Am I not enough to satisfy you?"
"Is it difficult for you to admit your mistake and apologize to me?"
"Don't you have any morals or shame?"
"He Songfeng, you are cheating on me. Besides Cheng Yiliao, who else is it? Tell me."
Faced with He Songfeng's indifference, Cheng Qiyong couldn't hit him, and was afraid to speak too harshly, so he could only keep asking questions in an attempt to arouse He Songfeng's conscience.
"Tell me the truth, if you like me at all."
He Songfeng nudged Cheng Qiyong's shoulder with his head, put his hands on the other's arms, squeezed them hard, and held his breath before looking up.
He Songfeng put his lips close to Cheng Qiyong's, and what he said was not love, but perfunctory:
"I'll help you with my mouth and let this go, okay?"
He Songfeng already felt that Cheng Qiyong was very annoying, and he was even unwilling to lie to Cheng Qiyong, and was unwilling to say a few words of false affection and sweet talk.
He Songfeng thought that even if he completely broke off his relationship with Cheng Qiyong, it wouldn't be a big deal. Zhang Hejing would help him, and he could save himself some trouble.
As long as I go abroad, I can completely sever ties with these crazy men.
He Songfeng was ready to endure Cheng Qiyong's wrath of torrential rain and strong wind. His facial features had become dull and stagnant in advance. Before being objectified into a love doll, He Songfeng first objectified himself into a solid wooden doll.
"good."
He Songfeng: “…………?”
Faced with He Songfeng's perfunctory attitude, Cheng Qiyong had no choice but to lower his bottom line again and again.
What else could he do? Should he tear his face off with He Songfeng and kick him out? What difference would that make between that and sending He Songfeng to the bed of those who coveted him?
Even if he threatens to suspend his studies again, it will only push He Songfeng further away. The other party will kick him away after finding a man stronger than him.
"Okay, help me."
Cheng Qiyong seemed to agree, but in fact he had no other choice.
At least now He Songfeng is willing to give him a perfunctory response, which is better than just saying, "So what do you want?"
Cheng Qiyong put a cushion on He Songfeng, and He Songfeng didn't feel anything when he knelt down.
He Songfeng's body temperature was not hot. In fact, because of the long period of low temperature after the high fever, it was only 34 degrees at one point.
Cheng Qiyong was in no mood to bother He Songfeng who was about to die at any moment, so he just fooled around with him once, treating it as a way for both of them to step down, and let the matter go.
Cheng Qiyong carried He Songfeng to take a hot bath, then wrapped him in a blanket and put him to bed.
"I'm going back to my room."
He Songfeng's hand stretched out from the quilt, but Cheng Qiyong pushed it back and patted He Songfeng's dizzy head like patting a mushroom.
"Stay, I'll take care of you."
Cheng Qiyong once again found a reason to force He Songfeng to stay by his side.
In the second half of the night, He Songfeng was woken up by the light of his cell phone.
He only opened one eye and was dizzy for a while before he could see the contents of his mobile phone screen clearly.
It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number.
The steering wheel with a capital B and two wings is Cheng Yiliao's Bentley.
"Do you want to come out for a ride? I won't touch you, I just want to look at you."
He Songfeng turned on the silent mode without leaving any trace, turned his head and glanced at the man lying next to him.
Cheng Qiyong wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his head deep in the groove of his back, and pressed his body so close that there was no gap at all.
He Songfeng typed the letters: "Aren't you afraid?"
The message was replied very quickly, almost within a second.
[I'm not afraid. Being with you is so exciting that I'm going to die.]
He Songfeng pried open the arms that were locked around his waist.
Cheng Qiyong was immediately awakened by this action. In his anxiety, he threw a kiss on He Songfeng's spine.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Qiyong asked vigilantly.
He Songfeng patted the arm on his waist and ordered softly: "Let me go."
Cheng Qiyong asked again: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
He Songfeng didn't say anything this time, neither saying yes nor no.
Cheng Qiyong once again deceived himself: "Then go ahead."
He Songfeng followed his lie, stood up, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash his face, turned on the faucet to make a splashing sound, and then took out his cell phone calmly.
"Where?"
【Downstairs~~~】
Another cool photo of a Bentley.
Cheng Qiyong sat on the edge of the bed with an expressionless face, his hands on his knees, his back hunched and his head lowered.
It's okay, he said he was going to the bathroom.
Cheng Qiyong lit a flame with his lighter, which quickly burned the cigarette in his hand to death, and the soul of the cigarette turned into white smoke and dissipated.
The cigarette butts burned into dry charcoal, silently and without a sound, like a mountain torrent collapsing.
He didn't smoke, but instead pinched his fingers through the cigarette holder in annoyance, leaving a crescent-shaped wound on himself.
Through the narrow crack in the door, Cheng Qiyong's dead eyes watched the restless sounds coming from the darkness outside the door.
"Well, I'm going downstairs."
He Songfeng went out.
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