Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Xiang is confused
Zhao Jieyi's eyes suddenly became narrow, and he wanted to get some emotions from He Songfeng to satisfy his vulgar and evil taste.
Will it be a cold rebuttal or a red-faced accusation?
No matter what, Zhao Jieyi's body was so hot that it was about to melt into a ball of rotten meat.
The expectation in his eyes was like translucent lubricant that overflowed from a cup, flowing out in a sticky manner.
"Hmm——" He Songfeng stretched out his thin, pale pink lips and exhaled a soft breath.
He Songfeng half-closed his eyes, his eyeballs hidden under his eyelids, and the black mole on his eyelids trembled.
When these words come out of Zhao Jieyi's mouth, it sounds like a tease during foreplay and is part of the fun.
Zhao Jieyi wasn't ugly, just as He Songfeng had imagined. He had nothing left, and this was the best he could find. He was the most handsome guy in that small, underdeveloped town, and he wouldn't be inferior even in a big city.
The American-style front spiky hair was casually picked up in front of the door, making it a little messy. The single eyelid was raised frivolously, and half of the tribal tattoo was climbing on the flesh-colored skin exposed by the white T-neckline.
The ruffian spirit of the street thugs just dispels the feeling of humiliation.
"The outer daughter of a deity, the inner daughter of a whore...?"
The humiliating words were returned to Zhao Jieyi right along with He Songfeng's lips.
He Songfeng half-closed his eyes again, and let out a faint laugh from his throat. The hand that was on Zhao Jieyi's forehead changed its position, pinched Zhao Jieyi's ear, twisted it fiercely, and cleverly laughed at him:
"When did you learn to say such powerful words? I thought the only word in your meager vocabulary was 'scam.'"
"ah…………"
Zhao Jie fell into a daze, and the place where his ear was pinched was so hot that it seemed to be burned into charcoal.
How could such words come out of He Songfeng's mouth? It's like white marshmallows dipped in dirty chocolate, so greedy!
His rotten flesh melted easily and completely in He Songfeng's words. Sperm emerged from the rotten flesh and twisted left and right in the cerebral cortex disgustingly, eating up the brain flesh clean.
Maggots grow in rotten flesh and sperm enter the brain.
Zhao Jie awkwardly put his legs together, wrapped his arms around He Songfeng's waist, and rubbed against him like a dog, while maliciously squeezing between his legs and making embarrassing noises.
He Songfeng placed his delicate, cold palm on Zhao Jieyi's cheek, fanning him twice, and restrainedly reminded him quietly, "He's still outside."
Zhao Jie was not satisfied with just one rub, but He Songfeng was too proud to do it, so he had to turn around and run to the public restroom alone.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to pinch He Songfeng's palm and said, "Good boy, I'm going to the bathroom first, you can continue shopping by yourself!"
Zhao Jie sat on the toilet, one hand going to his penis, the other holding his cell phone, his eyes glued to the screen, fascinated.
The more I watched, the more I felt it was not enough.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to recall how He Songfeng had just fanned his face.
The slightly furrowed brows, the half-exposed black mole, the lips moving slowly up and down, and the voice that sounded like a hook hooked him, the silly fish, hooked to death. He bit the hook recklessly, causing the blood to surge in his chest and his blood vessels to burst.
"MD, sooner or later he will suck me dry and kill me."
Zhao Jie let out a long sigh, but still felt unsatisfied. He quickly looked up the forum comments, picked out a few of the most humiliating words, and read them over and over in his mind. Only then did he wipe it clean with satisfaction.
By the time Zhao Jie came out, He Songfeng had already picked out what he wanted to buy.
He had been used to being poor since he was a child. Apart from the pair of towels, the rest were the cheapest and most affordable things. Even the things that Zhao Jie casually put in were picked out by him.
The main thing is to use it, don’t buy it if it is not a necessity.
It wouldn't cost Zhao Jieyi much money, but Zhao Jieyi still had to say:
"Look how good I am to you. Without me, who would be willing to spend money on you like this?"
Only after confirming that He Songfeng showed a humble expression of gratitude did he let out a sigh of relief and spent more than a hundred yuan.
"Thanks."
Zhao Jie put his fingers on He Songfeng's eyelids, almost digging out his eyeballs, and pinched them in his hands, rubbing them hard several times.
He Songfeng was rubbed so hard that he couldn't stand steadily. He supported himself on the edge of the cash register with one hand and breathed in tiredly. After opening his eyes, the world was dizzy. It took half a minute for his pupils to regain focus and fall on Zhao Jieyi again.
"Thanks."
He Songfeng thanked him again.
Zhao Jieyi then retracted his hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and leaned close to her face, breathing out a rude breath:
"Don't show off those two moles for no reason. It's like showing off your private parts. It's just seduction."
After he finished speaking, He Songfeng raised his eyelids to hide his innocent mole, and he looked at Zhao Jieyi with the same innocent look.
The burning passion that had finally eased was easily reignited by He Songfeng's gaze.
He held the bag in his left hand and put his right hand on He Songfeng's shoulder. He had no extra hands to harass He Songfeng, so he could only rely on his mouth to keep talking dirty:
"One day you will seduce me to death, and then you will become a widow, and stay a widow for eighty years."
After finishing this long string of words, Zhao Jieyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around, I saw He Songfeng listening attentively and seriously.
After noticing Zhao Jieyi's gaze, He Songfeng was like a noble little bird standing high above. He tidied up his glittering flight feathers, and then slowly cast a smile of appreciation at the tiny bird watcher who was gazing at him from below.
He Songfeng asked him, "Is that all?"
"without."
He Songfeng nodded slightly, motioning Zhao Jieyi to continue.
Zhao Jieyi's facial features twisted fiercely, revealing a suspicious and nervous look.
Like a demon, he chewed the corpse and threatened with gnashing teeth:
"If you dare to find another man, I will turn into a ghost and scare you to death in your nightmares. I will kill you."
He Songfeng smiled with the calm expression of someone listening to a bedtime story.
He Songfeng knew that Zhao Jieyi was angry at the moment because of his possessiveness and desire for control, but he was only responsible for enjoying this anger and not for calming it down.
"MD changes his attitude after spending money."
Zhao Jie had no other choice but to scold him.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and remained silent, his reaction indifferent.
Zhao Jie was completely helpless when it came to He Songfeng. The more he showed concern, the more He Songfeng deliberately ignored him.
The desire for possession and control that had nowhere to be released turned into the horsepower of the electric scooter. The electric scooter ran at the speed of a motorcycle, speeding through the road and hurried back to the apartment.
Zhao Jieyi's hand pinched the back of He Songfeng's neck and dragged him into the room in a hurry.
Bang—the door was slammed shut with great force, causing the walls of the entire room to shake three times, just like He Songfeng who was pushed down, trembling.
Zhao Jie threw the supermarket shopping bag aside roughly, and it hit the ground with a tinkling sound, which attracted He Songfeng's gentle rebuke.
"Go and straighten it up."
Zhao Jie held it in all the way, took off half of his pants, stepped on the soles of his feet, turned around and squatted in the corner, obediently looked through the shopping bag and checked it, making sure nothing was broken before straightening it.
"Nothing bad."
Zhao Jie came up to He Songfeng and put his palms on his eyes. "Look, my hands are swollen from helping you carry things."
Under Zhao Jieyi's gaze, He Songfeng gently kissed his palm.
Zhao Jie happily pinched He Songfeng's hair and pulled it back, and a kiss came down from above, biting him fiercely.
Zhao Jieyi's hand pinched the hem of He Songfeng's clothes, and just as he was about to pull it up, he suddenly stopped.
"Go take a shower first."
He Songfeng was surprised at first, then nodded, "Okay."
In the past, Zhao Jieyi never cared about these things.
This was the first time I suddenly stopped and asked him to take a shower.
He Songfeng was happy to do so.
For him, being able to take a clean bath is a pleasure, and he can also prepare himself gently to avoid getting hurt by being too impatient.
The sound of water running in the bathroom could be heard. The bathroom in the apartment was actually a protruding corner surrounded by three pieces of frosted glass against the wall.
The glass is frosted, so you can roughly see the shadows of the objects inside.
The outline of He Songfeng's body was clearly reflected on the glass, with his slender limbs and thin, narrow waist extending to his hips, forming a pair of inverted brackets.
But Zhao Jieyi didn't pay attention to these things at the moment.
As soon as He Songfeng walked in, he turned on the camera mode on his phone and walked around the room with the phone, looking for a suitable angle that could capture the bed but would not attract He Songfeng's attention.
After searching back and forth but unable to find a place to hide his phone, Zhao Jie remembered an old saying: the most dangerous place is the safest place, so he simply placed his phone on the table at the end of the bed.
The camera was aimed at the center of the bed, and the bathroom door happened to open, and a warm and humid air rushed out.
Zhao Jie stared at the man behind the mist, his eyes almost falling out of his wide sockets.
He Songfeng was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. His hair was wet and water droplets were dripping down. The air was filled with the strong scent of Safeguard soap.
Zhao Jieyi's expression was solemn and nervous at first, but when he saw that He Songfeng didn't notice the mobile phone on the table, he immediately returned to his rogue look.
He sat on the edge of the bed and waved at He Songfeng, his legs wide apart, motioning He Songfeng to come over.
The sweatpants He Songfeng was wearing were Zhao Jieyi's. The waist was too big and fell down when he took a step.
Zhao Jie put his arm around He Songfeng's waist and took a deep breath.
Snap——
Zhao Jieyi was confused by the fragrance of He Songfeng's waist, and muttered incoherently: "What are you wearing? But don't say it, dear——"
He Songfeng stood in Zhao Jieyi's arms, his two hands wrapped around Zhao Jieyi's neck, his head lowered to admire his fascinated expression. His warm fingertips, soaked in water, rubbed back and forth around Zhao Jieyi's Adam's apple.
He chuckled lightly:
"If you don't wear it, it's too direct. You have to feel involved."
"My dear, my dear."
Before anything substantial happened, Zhao Jie was trembling with pleasure. He gritted his teeth and kept muttering under his breath: "One plus one equals one, one plus two equals two, one plus three equals three..." These kinds of words distracted him, and he finally managed to suppress the impulse.
Ding-ling-dong-dong——Ding-ling-dong-dong——
The cell phone on the table at the end of the bed rang, and the body of the phone shook.
He Songfeng's attention was drawn over and his eyes were fixed on the dark lens of the mobile phone.
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