Chapter 39 Chapter 39 He Songfeng had a vision and remembered...
He Songfeng had a hallucination for a while, and his memory went back to the afternoon when Cheng Yiliao grabbed his hair and hit him until his nose bled.
It's right here, same bed, same temperature, same color.
Zhang Hejing also asked him if she could be his mistress.
He Songfeng also held a glass of water in his hand.
At this moment, He Songfeng has two choices.
One is to splash it directly on Zhang Hejing's face and call him shameless, just like before.
The second option is to drink it and accept the invitation to go along with Zhang Hejing.
Zhang Hejing's eyes were also fixed on the water cup in He Songfeng's hand.
Zhang Hejing knew clearly that the current scene was a replica of a node, and it depended on whether He Songfeng in the second round would choose HE or BE.
This glass of water is the key prop.
He Songfeng did not answer in a hurry, but divided his long breath into several breaths, exhaling little by little.
Zhang Hejing's expression gradually became serious.
For a moment, he thought he would be ignored, abandoned, and isolated again.
Fortunately, He Songfeng only thought about it for about half a minute, then happily put the cup of water to his mouth and drank it all.
Half of it went into his mouth, and the other half flowed down from the corner of his mouth, giving Zhang Hejing just the right opportunity to touch it.
The delicate thumb pressed heavily on the corner of He Songfeng's mouth, wiping from left to right, leaving a bright red mark.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and saw the hollow metal ball on Zhang Hejing's wrist. His hair was still imprisoned there silently.
At the mercy of Zhang Hejing's movements of raising and lowering his hands, his hair lost its natural luster and lay there silently, dry and black.
Just like He Songfeng at this moment.
spouse?
He Songfeng doesn't love anyone, including himself.
All he had was to be coerced and manipulated, and to utter the words: "I love you."
That's all.
After all, the application materials for studying abroad are placed on the bedside of He Songfeng. With this thing as a weight on the scale of He Songfeng's false love, He Songfeng's love will falsely move closer to Zhang Hejing.
He Songfeng did not swallow the water in the cup, but held it between his lips.
When Zhang Hejing wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, he took the opportunity to lean over and kiss her.
The cold water flows from the burning mouth and tongue into the even hotter mouth and tongue.
He Songfeng's tongue was cold, like a water snake. Mixed in the water, it touched Zhang Hejing's lips and teeth without leaving a trace, and began his gentle exploration.
He Songfeng's kissing skills are already quite good. After all, he has several training teachers who help him practice his kissing skills around the clock.
It’s hard not to improve my kissing skills.
The glasses on Zhang Hejing's nose made He Songfeng's cheek hurt. He secretly pulled out the needle that was in the way with his back, took off Zhang Hejing's glasses with his bloody hands, and threw them aside.
Zhang Hejing, who wears glasses all year round, subconsciously turned his head to follow the direction of his glasses. As soon as he turned his head, He Songfeng held his face and forced it to straighten.
The two people's lips were pressed against each other, their breathing was entangled and pushed against each other. Whatever one exhaled was immediately sucked into the other's lungs.
The distance between their eyes was only enough for a finger to fit, and even without wearing glasses, Zhang Hejing could see the anger in He Songfeng's eyes.
It was his fault that he wanted to turn around at this time, and it was his fault that he didn’t regard He Songfeng’s initiative as a divine grace.
Zhang Hejing was not in a hurry and let He Songfeng take the initiative.
He was very patient. Even when He Songfeng sucked his lips until the skin was broken and swollen, he remained motionless like a mountain and watched calmly.
When He Songfeng was tired, it was his turn to switch between offense and defense.
He Songfeng gasped for breath and tried to push Zhang Hejing away, but his hand was pinched by Zhang Hejing. At the same time, his other hand clasped the back of He Songfeng's head and forcefully pushed He Songfeng's distant face in front of Zhang Hejing.
The two looked at each other, and He Songfeng's long eyelashes moved with his eyes, like a small feather duster, scratching Zhang Hejing's face, making it numb and tender.
So, the second kiss began semi-forced under the leadership of Zhang Hejing.
He Songfeng was really out of breath and energy, like a cotton doll with the cotton sucked out, leaving only a clean skin in the owner's hands.
The master lowers his head and kisses her however he wants.
Even if they wanted to smash his fragile throat, He Songfeng had no strength to resist.
He Songfeng frowned slightly and tried to raise his delicate hand several times, but was grabbed by Zhang Hejing several times.
But the other party did not restrict He Songfeng's hand. He would grab it when it was extended to him, and then grab it again when it was extended to him again. There would never be a situation where he would clamp or lock it.
Because this is also part of Zhang Hejing's enjoyment.
Zhang Hejing's desire for control was all poured into the hand that was clasping the back of He Songfeng's head. His five fingers were deeply embedded in He Songfeng's long black hair, and his palm was close to the roots of his hair. With just a little force, he could completely control He Songfeng.
When He Songfeng was being kissed, the angle, rhythm, and breathing frequency of each kiss were all controlled by Zhang Hejing's hands.
No matter which direction Zhang Hejing wants He Songfeng to go, he only needs to exert a little force with his wrist and He Songfeng will turn into the direction he wants.
As long as the head in that hand does not break free, Zhang Hejing will never take any terrorist or coercive actions against He Songfeng that go beyond the limit.
He Songfeng was happy to be controlled like this, because he only needed to close his eyes and open his mouth, without having to think about how to please the other person with this kiss.
Just like in bed, just open your legs.
The two people are like a bad pot and a bad lid, but they are unexpectedly well-matched.
He Songfeng held Zhang Hejing's hand and pressed it on the collar of his clothes, indicating that he could start taking off his clothes.
Zhang Hejing didn't move for a long time.
He Songfeng thought that the other party was waiting for him to take the initiative, so in between kisses, he frowned and struggled to undress from the brink of suffocation.
The first button...
The second hole...
His collar was accidentally wet by water and stuck to his collar. At the same time, He Songfeng didn't realize that his collar was dyed pink.
The red color came from the purple pinholes on the back of his hand.
Just as He Songfeng was about to untie the third one, Zhang Hejing let go of him and took a deep breath.
His confused expression froze instantly when he saw He Songfeng's bloody hand.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I couldn't control myself."
Zhang Hejing quickly calmed down. He helped He Songfeng button up his collar. At the same time, he hurriedly tore off two pieces of paper from the bedside, quickly covered the back of He Songfeng's hand with them, and squeezed them tightly.
The overflowing blood quickly dyed the toilet paper red. After wiping it off, he folded it up and pressed it again.
He Songfeng swept away the needle that had fallen on the pillow. The silver pillow was gently shaken by the cold water, and it hit the edge of the bed, making a small, delicate sound.
"Hold it down yourself, I'll go call the doctor."
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He Songfeng looked at Zhang Hejing who was busy running around with surprise, somewhat confused.
Why does it look like it's bleeding heavily?
"Oh." He Songfeng responded and motioned Zhang Hejing to go.
Zhang Hejing left for about seven or eight minutes. When he called the doctor, the handsome man on the bed had already left without saying goodbye, and took away the folder beside the pillow.
All that was left for Zhang Hejing was the dripping sound of the potion bottle hanging on the ceiling.
The bitterness in the air surged, and the toilet paper used to stop the bleeding was crumpled into a ball and thrown on the ground. The pale white bed was stained with a few drops of blood, turning it into a light pink.
There were a few drops of blood on the ground, but not much.
He Songfeng's glasses were on the ground and the glass broke when he stepped on them.
Zhang Hejing frowned and rushed out of the school hospital.
After searching the crowd, he reluctantly accepted the fact that he was abandoned by He Songfeng.
He raised his hand and rubbed his lips.
The fragrance here is still lingering, but the owner of the fragrance is nowhere to be seen.
There is loss, but more joy.
The hand that was rubbing his lips was raised up again, and the hollow metal ball around his wrist kissed his lips instead of He Songfeng.
Zhang Hejing raised his hands high, clasped them together devoutly, and bowed deeply in the direction he had chosen in his heart.
"God, I thank you."
Zhang Hejing worshipped silently.
"I beg you to grant me more blessings. I will give you everything I have."
Only Zhang Hejing himself knew whether he was worshipping the so-called "god" or He Songfeng who had been named.
He Songfeng's fever subsided, but the cold still lasted for a week.
This week allowed He Songfeng to enjoy a period of extremely quiet days. No one dared to provoke him, for fear that He Songfeng would die in front of them.
But also because it is near the end of the semester, everyone is very busy.
Cheng Qiyong has to take care of both academic advancement and the student union at the same time. Cheng Yiliao doesn't know what he is doing. Zhang Hejing stays with He Songfeng every day, but the two of them are practicing oral English every day for going abroad and have no mood to make love.
He Songfeng's spoken English is really bad. He can only speak fluently and standardly when he is memorizing a script. Once he deviates from the script, he starts to stutter.
Perhaps it was because He Songfeng didn't even like to speak Chinese, resulting in him having almost no sense of the language. Learning it was difficult and painful, just like a baby learning to walk, and he had to be coaxed and taught every step of the way.
At night, He Songfeng would return to Cheng Qiyong.
Cheng Qiyong would hold him down and kiss him, and he would check his entire body until only traces of him were left before he was satisfied and let him go.
After sleeping, I had to remind him one more thing: "Stay away from Zhang Hejing. Why do you always hang out with him?"
He Songfeng replied: "Learn English."
Cheng Qiyong sneered and said sharply, "Learn English? Don't try to learn English like he does."
He Songfeng pursed his lips and said nothing, prying away the hands on his waist.
Cheng Qiyong quickly hugged her tightly, gave her a fawning kiss, and coaxed her, "I was just kidding. I'm jealous and talking nonsense."
Sometimes, when Cheng Qiyong didn't come back at night due to something, Cheng Yiliao would know the news before He Songfeng, and would rush to He Songfeng's downstairs in a Bentley.
After calling He Songfeng down, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed to a deserted place and finished the job directly in the Bentley.
He Songfeng's hands and feet are long and thin. When he works, he curls up for a long time, so when he wants to stretch them out, he has to stretch them out of the window.
When the wind blew, it felt like a third person was caressing his hands and feet.
The leaves outside the window were moving up and down rhythmically due to the wind, and He Songfeng's feet resting on the car window were also shaking up and down due to the wind.
He Songfeng clasped his two hands on the half-open car window, holding it tightly, as if every finger was going to break the glass, and he was holding back his strength as if he wanted to crush himself.
The bones wrapped in the skin were pressed against the outline of the Bentley. The spine sank into the leather seat as if eaten by a monster. Then, because of the adjustment of posture, the body jumped up and the upper end of the spine hit the sunroof glass of the Bentley.
Cheng Yiliao always likes to open the skylight. The young master likes to look at the stars, and he likes to appreciate He Songfeng's confused and infatuated look while looking up at the stars.
Those bad stars who watched He Songfeng die without helping became even worse. It seemed that they were holding down He Songfeng's shoulders to help him push, becoming Cheng Yiliao's accomplices and pushing He Songfeng deeper into the spasm and convulsions.
After finishing, He Songfeng returned to Cheng Qiyong's dormitory.
The next day, as if nothing had happened, he calmly practiced speaking with Zhang Hejing.
He Songfeng thought that such a chaotic life would make him haggard, but when he stood in front of the mirror, carefully admiring himself, he was once again fascinated and couldn't take his eyes off.
He Songfeng has grown some weight, although the place where he grows is not glorious. The contrast between his waist and hips is extremely exaggerated.
She is several times more beautiful than when she was with Zhao Jieyi. She becomes more and more dazzling because of the careful care of these men on a daily basis.
He Songfeng would secretly kiss her when no one was around.
Firmly emphasize to your partner: "I love you, I'm not cheating, I only love you."
The other party chuckled and nodded.
"After leaving the country, we both drifted apart and started over, pretending these people didn't exist and these things never happened."
——School Forum——
[School Announcement] [Student Affairs Office's Decision to Expel Student "Zhou X"]
1L: What happened, front row spectators?
2L: What the hell is this, "seriously violating social order and morality, causing adverse effects"? What kind of heinous act is this???
14L: My uncle is a public security officer. After asking, he found out that it was rape. The person is still imprisoned in Orange County. The higher-ups are putting pressure on him to impose a heavy punishment.
23L: No wonder the two young masters of the Cheng family kicked him out and replaced him with a new follower.
: What kind of follower is that? It’s called a star slave.
: What are you talking about? It's clearly those two brothers who are harassing He Songfeng!
: Haha, just lie to yourself, don’t post it to deceive your brothers↑↑
: Tell the class names above you, and wait for the student union to report you for spreading rumors, and that’s it.
【Reply 99+】
Jindao Wanque: Stop arguing! Listen to me, let me be fair. Who wants to play King of Glory with me now? 1=4++++
【School Announcement】【Notice on the Selection of International Exchange Students for the Spring Semester of 2026】
Our university will select and recommend outstanding students to go to the UK for a one-year exchange program in the spring semester of 2026. The relevant matters are hereby notified as follows:
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The author has something to say: Jin Dao Wan Que is my relative and friend. I said I wanted to play Valorant, and he said he wanted to play Honor of Kings. I lost the dice roll, so he came to play Honor of Kings [covering his face and peeking]
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