Chapter 53 Chapter 53 What would a world of love be like?
Without any hesitation, he didn't even give He Songfeng time to regret.
His fingers, stained with clear wine, fell into the restless heat. Three fingers covered with grapes were completely enclosed in it, and the water droplets between the fingers were licked away by the predatory tongue.
With He Songfeng's soft and fragrant skin warming the wine, the cool wine became smoother and more refreshing when it entered the mouth, and was mixed with the faint fragrance of He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu's tongue wrapped around He Songfeng's fingers, greedily sucking away all the wine. His tongue licked one spot like sandpaper, making He Songfeng's fingers red and numb.
The hot and heavy breath from Dou Mingxu's nostrils splashed on the back of He Songfeng's hand, burning his wrist and causing his fingers to tremble and curl up.
He Songfeng thought about leaving early and running away.
But now it was difficult for him to take his finger out.
He had just had this thought and just moved his fingers upwards when a slap was placed on his waist. He Songfeng's world was forced to spin. When he came to his senses, he had already fallen into Dou Mingxu's arms.
He crawled in Dou Mingxu's arms like a lamb.
The height difference between the two was reversed in the spinning world. Dou Mingxu became the one looking down from above, while He Songfeng was trapped in Dou Mingxu's arms, shaking and looking helplessly at his hand being pinched in mid-air, unable to free.
"There's no more wine." He Songfeng hinted to Dou Mingxu that he should let him go now.
Unexpectedly, Dou Mingxu directly picked up the wine jug, pointed it at He Songfeng's hand, and poured it out generously.
The wine fell like a waterfall, and when it landed on He Songfeng's hand, it was like a suffocating plastic wrap, quickly covering the hand and wrapping it tightly.
The backs of hands, palms, fingers and even the lines on the palms cannot escape the invasion of these strong liquors.
Every inch of his body was being humiliated and objectified to the extreme, as if He Songfeng appeared here just to serve as a wine warmer, using his body temperature to steam every inch of the wine and then feed it into his master's lips.
He is not even a decoration, but an object to be used.
He Songfeng's hand was half suspended in the air, and was twitching dangerously.
Because this hand had been raised for too long, and Dou Mingxu was now pinching the pulse at the wrist, there was even a serious lack of blood supply.
His hands and shoulders were shaking, and He Songfeng's body was too light to suppress the spasms. He could only fall helplessly in Dou Mingxu's arms.
His body was trembling, his breathing was rapid, his face was flushed, and even the soft flesh in his lower abdomen was twitching constantly.
It was as if Dou Mingxu was entering not through his fingers, but his body.
Every inch the tongue sank into the gaps between the fingers was also an inch into his body.
Just as the tongue licked the gaps between his fingers until they were muddy, it was just like playing with his body until it was dirty and messy.
Every inch the tongue sank into the gaps between the fingers was also an inch into his body.
The spasms of He Songfeng's fingers allowed Dou Mingxu to suck the wine off every inch of his skin.
This time, the wine tasted colder and more astringent than the previous one.
Because He Songfeng's skin was chilled by the wine, it was not as silky and soft as the first time when it was steamed with body temperature.
His body temperature was taken away by the wine, and He Songfeng soon felt his palms were very cold.
Dou Mingxu's lips and tongue became the only place where He Songfeng could find warmth.
He began to match the rhythm of Dou Mingxu's lips, tongue and teeth, and all of a sudden, the relationship between the two people became strangely distorted.
From the He Songfeng brand wine warmer, it became the Dou Mingxu brand hand warmer.
Dou Mingxu's licking, caressing and caressing became actions to please and take care of He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu understood, and He Songfeng also understood.
The two looked at each other, laughed silently, shared the aroma of the wine steaming from their hands, inhaled the same breath into their noses at the same time, held it in their chests, and then slowly exhaled while looking at each other.
The footsteps outside the room got closer.
"I can't lift my hands anymore." He Songfeng said coquettishly in a muffled voice.
Dou Mingxu let go obediently, and He Songfeng's hand fell to the ground like a bamboo that was cut in half, unable to move.
But Dou Mingxu did not let He Songfeng go completely. He lowered his head and pretended to kiss He Songfeng.
He Songfeng quickly turned his head away and pointed outside the door with his still-movable hand, whispering, "Mr. Samuel will be back soon."
Just as He Songfeng said, the footsteps had already reached the door of the room and had even stopped.
Dou Mingxu looked in the direction He Songfeng pointed, and soon his attention returned to He Songfeng.
Even so, Dou Mingxu still did not give up.
He lowered his head again, this time with his palm cupped on the back of He Songfeng's head, and the other hand on He Songfeng's hips, repeatedly lifting him up and forward, not allowing He Songfeng to hide.
And at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
knock……
knock……
This is the second ring. According to the rules, the door will be opened at the third ring.
He Songfeng nervously pinched the man's arm with his fingers and pleaded pitifully: "Please don't..."
knock--
Then there was a loud crash like a hurricane - the Japanese sliding door was pulled all the way to the bottom.
In the center of the door frame was the drunk Samuel leaning against the wall. Outside the door was a circle of waiters kneeling, waiting to be summoned at any time. They did not lower their heads to hide their gazes, but instead, through the gap in the door frame, they cast smiling glances into the room through the gap in the door frame, taking advantage of Samuel in front of them.
Perhaps because he felt guilty about doing something bad, He Songfeng always felt that the waiters were looking at him, as if they were silently humiliating him with their eyes and calling him a playboy.
"Angel..."
Samuel walked in from outside while calling He Songfeng.
"Yes, Mr. Samuel."
He Songfeng rubbed his hair guiltily, and quickly stood up from his seat, walked forward to support Samuel, and did not return to his own seat until the other party sat down.
The moment Samuel met He Songfeng, he fell drunkenly into the arms of the beautiful woman. Samuel took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and gave a thumbs up to the mature man across the table: "Uncle Lambert, you have a good alcohol tolerance. I think I am really drunk."
Samuel wiped his nose, his brows knitted in confusion.
He couldn't tell whether it was because he was drunk or someone had poured wine on him, the alcohol concentration in the air was abnormally high, and breathing was like burying his nose in a wine jug and taking a deep breath.
He Songfeng let his hair fall down, and the hair that was pushed to the side in front of him brushed against Samuel's cheek.
Itchy and numb.
Samuel was sensitive to something. He suddenly sat up from He Songfeng's arms and stared at He Songfeng in surprise.
He Songfeng calmly responded to his master's scrutiny and examination, with his hands hanging in front of him, and asked politely, "Mr. Samuel, what's the matter?"
Samuel's hand fell on He Songfeng's long hair, grabbed a handful, didn't pull or fiddle with it, just stared at it.
"You...your hair? Isn't it tied up?"
He Songfeng took the opportunity to look down at his hair, his pupils suddenly shrank into a small black dot in fear, and his brows frowned downwards.
He took a deep breath, holding it, not daring to exhale, for fear that he would become a leaky bag.
He Songfeng raised his head, maintaining a smiling and obedient look, and looked at Samuel calmly.
The guilty conscience pressing on He Songfeng's chest was running rampant under his skeleton, so violent that the end of He Songfeng's voice trembled.
Samuel said nothing.
He began to fiddle with He Songfeng's hair that hung in front of him. The hair covered half of his neck, as if trying to hide some shameful secret.
He turned his head to look at his Uncle Lambert, then quickly turned his gaze to He Songfeng.
Samuel began to insert his fingers into the gaps in his hair, trying to find some clues from the loose hair.
He Songfeng let out the breath that was held in his chest without any assurance. His eyes passed through Samuel's drunken face and fell on Dou Mingxu for help.
There is indeed a secret hidden under He Songfeng's hair.
Dou Mingxu did not kiss him, but bit a circle of very obvious teeth marks on his neck, and spit all the wine he sucked out into the indentations on He Songfeng's neck.
Wet, drunken, and sticky as fresh and thick as blood.
It followed his collar, caressing him like a palm, and poured into his body humiliatingly.
He Songfeng made an even stronger plea for help to the man.
The palms of his hands hung in front of him, rubbing each other nervously, wrinkling the corners of his clothes.
What a pity.
Dou Mingxu on the opposite side did not react at all. He held the napkin and wiped the water stains on the table with an expressionless face, always looking indifferent and not involved.
Dou Mingxu returned to the alienated state of not knowing He Songfeng, as if he had no involvement in anything that had just happened.
He is high and mighty and has nothing to do with anything.
Only the dissolute He Songfeng was placed alone on the cross of judgment to receive punishment.
Samuel's fingers had completely penetrated He Songfeng's let down hair. If he went a little further, he could feel the uneven teeth marks on his neck.
If He Songfeng didn't take any action to remedy the situation, the slap that pierced his hair would probably fall on his face.
"Mr. Samuel, you are drunk."
He Songfeng grabbed Samuel's wrist and pushed it down, causing the other party's forward thrust to hit his collarbone.
Samuel was drunk and couldn't quite tell where he was touching. After he touched it once and found nothing unusual, he didn't want to continue to find fault with He Songfeng.
Samuel's hand dropped down, pinched He Songfeng's cheek, and admitted generously: "I am drunk, isn't it because you keep pouring me water?"
He Songfeng was under Samuel's control, lowering his eyes meekly and waiting for the other party's next move.
As expected, a kiss squeezed between He Songfeng's lips and teeth.
The other party poured all the alcohol in his body into He Songfeng's mouth, nose and throat as if to vent his anger. He Songfeng clearly did not drink any alcohol, but he felt that he was soaked in alcohol from the inside out, from his lips to the root of his tongue to his trachea.
The rich smell of alcohol was like a Mentos dropped into a can of cola, the explosion of carbonic acid starting from the throat, rising to the head, then down through the torso, and flowing to the limbs. With terrifying malice, it intended to use the intense carbonic acid to cruelly corrode this body.
He Songfeng tried to push it away.
His palms were trapped in a clasp of fingers, and his legs were mashed by the smell of alcohol and placed in a tattered manner.
The fireworks tattooed on the woman's kimono's buttocks were slapped away, and the pain was like the explosion of these geometric symbols, like fireworks.
Dou Mingxu on the opposite side remained calm, quietly watching the live sex show in front of him. In this farce, he even had the leisure to pick up a cup of tea, take a sip, and savor it carefully.
Samuel suddenly withdrew his hands and took away all the strength he had on He Songfeng.
He Songfeng suddenly turned into a puppet with his spine pulled out. He lay powerlessly in Samuel's arms, his forehead pressed against Samuel's neck, his chest retracted, his back arched, and his limbs fell down decadently.
Samuel raised his head and let out a comfortable sigh. When he lowered his gaze, his eyes met Dou Mingxu's.
Samuel's eyebrows were raised arrogantly. Under the influence of alcohol, he unscrupulously provoked Dou Mingxu and treated He Songfeng as his favorite toy, fiddling with and humiliating him at will.
Silently, he gave his uncle a childish warning:
"This is my toy, not yours."
Turning around, Samuel left a circle of deep tooth marks on the hairless side of He Songfeng's neck, almost bleeding, and the mark would not disappear in three or two days.
They are a family, even the marks are left in the same place.
Dou Mingxu took a sip of tea and laughed in his heart: Like a puppy with bared teeth.
This faint smile quietly surfaced.
Smiling with one's face but not with his eyes.
Samuel suddenly restrained his arrogance.
After realizing that Dou Mingxu's interest in him was just a tease, He Songfeng decisively threw himself into Samuel's arms and continued to play the role of a qualified innocent guinea pig.
She snuggled in Samuel's arms and shivered, looking cowardly as if she couldn't live without Samuel.
"Sir, you are drunk." He Songfeng hung in Samuel's arms and reminded him in a low voice, his fingers drawing circles ambiguously in Samuel's palm.
Samuel responded to this coquettish behavior, hugged He Songfeng and hummed reluctantly: "Angel~ Of course I know I'm drunk." While speaking, he would kiss He Songfeng's cheek from time to time.
He Songfeng pinched the moon in Samuel's palm and said, "But I have classes in the afternoon, you have to take me to class."
Samuel pressed his finger against He Songfeng's brow, pushed it back, and sighed, "You...even the end of the world can't stop you from attending class."
He Songfeng's body fell back, and like a spring, he immediately returned to Samuel's arms and reminded him softly:
"Sir, you promised me that you would not miss class."
Dou Mingxu glanced at the time and said:
"It's getting late, let's go in my car."
"Yeah." He Songfeng immediately helped Samuel stand up.
As He Songfeng moved, the wisteria flowers broke free from his loose hair and fell to the ground. Dou Mingxu crossed the table, picked up the wisteria flowers in time, and pinned them behind his head again.
The palm of his hand silently pinched He Songfeng's neck from behind, just on the teeth marks on both sides of his neck.
He Songfeng suddenly became excited and, while Samuel was drunk and looking for the way with his head down, he cast a reproachful glare at Dou Mingxu who was standing behind him.
Dou Mingxu caught the glare and considerately bent down to help He Songfeng straighten the hem of his kimono. His movements did not cross the line at all. At this moment, he grasped the boundaries of "elder" and did not cross the line.
The waiter led the three of them to the locker room to change clothes. Once again, He Songfeng was mistaken for a woman and sent to a separate locker room.
Women's clothing is more troublesome than men's clothing, so Dou Mingxu and Samuel sat in the hall, waiting for He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu suddenly spoke up, bringing up the topic: "You've trained Angel very well. She's a qualified vase."
Samuel pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, shook a cigarette between his lips, and replied casually, "If you like it, uncle, I'll give it to you."
Dou Mingxu asked, "Are you tired of playing?"
Samuel bit his cigarette and said nonchalantly, "I'm tired of playing with him. He's an orphan without a father or a mother. He can't survive without me, so it's hard to get rid of him."
He held a lighter in one hand, not in a hurry to light it. He twisted it back and forth between his fingers, as if he was waiting for something, or was anxious about something.
Dou Mingxu didn't respond, but stared at the door of the locker room with great interest.
Samuel was not watching the door, but looking at Dou Mingxu.
The lighter in his hand rotated faster and faster to relieve his anxiety.
His forearms were tense, his skin and flesh covering the swollen muscles and meridians underneath. He was holding a breath in his body, unable to find an outlet.
Fear, anxiety.
Anxious.
Until He Songfeng changed back into men's clothes and walked out of the locker room.
Dou Mingxu looked away and said in a boring tone:
"I'm not interested in men."
Samuel's hands suddenly stopped all movement, and he held the lighter tightly in his palm. Only then did he let out the anger running through his body through his nose.
He Songfeng only had Samuel in his eyes. He walked straight to Samuel and took the lighter from his palm.
He used his left hand to block the wind and his right hand to light the fire. With a sound of friction, the flame was considerately brought to Samuel's lips.
The strong smell of cigarette smoke filled Samuel's nostrils. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as it passed around He Songfeng's cheek.
Samuel waited for his Angel and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the Poor Angel in front of him, whose face was full of attachment to him, and a strong sense of fear surged from his heart.
Samuel was very stingy and he didn't want to share his beautiful Angel with his uncle at all.
fortunately--!
Fortunately, Uncle Lambert didn't really agree with his pretentious words, otherwise he wouldn't know how to end it.
And as Dou Mingxu said, he lost all interest in He Songfeng in men's clothing.
He didn't even look at him again along the way, treating He Songfeng as a transparent person.
What he liked was not He Songfeng, but that beautiful woman whose gender was difficult to distinguish. She could not have any masculine characteristics at all.
The driver first sent He Songfeng to school. When leaving, Samuel looked down at their holding hands.
A round tooth mark appeared on He Songfeng's middle finger for no reason.
Although Samuel was drunk, he had never been interested in He Songfeng's fingers, let alone leaving a circle of teeth marks.
That can only be—
Samuel immediately got out of the car and followed silently.
He Songfeng walked in front with a handbag, and Samuel followed his shadow closely.
He Songfeng had no idea which classroom the oil painting class was held in in the afternoon. If Samuel insisted on following him, this incident would become a fuse that would trigger many other things.
He Songfeng stopped and turned around.
He saw Samuel's expressionless watch.
He Songfeng's spine tingled when he was looked at, but Samuel did not stop. He continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to He Songfeng, and Samuel's suspicion followed.
He raised his hand again, aiming at the strand of hair that He Songfeng tied in front of him.
As far as Samuel knew, He Songfeng didn't like to let his hair down. He always tied it behind his head with something. If he suddenly let it down, it could only mean that he was hiding something.
Samuel's hand was like a sharp knife, pointing at He Songfeng's hair, and was about to rip him open.
The bag in He Songfeng's hand fell, he took a step forward and threw himself into Samuel's arms.
Without waiting for Samuel to blame him, he cried out without reservation: "It was my uncle who bit me, but I didn't do it voluntarily. Please don't leave me alone again in the future. I'm very scared..."
Before Samuel could say anything, He Songfeng grabbed his hands as he was about to push his hair away and placed them on his chest, covering his heart.
He Songfeng cried softly in fear:
"Mr. Samuel, are you tired of me and want to give me to your uncle as a gift?"
Samuel shook his head, denying the thought.
But He Songfeng was already grieving on his own. He let go of Samuel's hand and took two steps back.
The pupils in the eye sockets trembled violently, like a fragile bottle drifting in the sea, about to be shattered by the waves at any time.
"So did he...did he accept my despicable gift?"
He Songfeng's tears have always been useful to Samuel. Whenever he cries, is afraid, or acts coquettishly, Samuel will hold him in the palm of his hand, allowing He Songfeng's emotions to have a place to rest and stand firmly.
Samuel asked, "Do you want him to accept it?"
He Songfeng refuted loudly and insisted: "I don't want it. I don't want anyone except Mr. Samuel!"
The students passing by looked over and stopped when they found out it was He Songfeng.
He Songfeng kept asking Samuel for an answer: "What about Mr. Samuel? Would you want to throw Angel away?"
He Songfeng had bitten her lower lip until it turned purple, and tears had already been streaming down her cheeks, but He Songfeng never cried out loud, letting his emotions be sad cautiously.
He Songfeng acted pitifully, as if he had collapsed, but was afraid that his tears would annoy Samuel.
Samuel's heart was soaked in these tears and completely softened.
He was thinking again that his Angel couldn't live without him. How pitiful she was and how much she needed love and care.
"Won't."
Samuel no longer had the mood to question He Songfeng. Now he had to put in some effort to coax He Songfeng.
"Okay, stop crying and go to class."
Samuel pulled He Songfeng into his arms and wiped away his tears, his thumb carefully wiping the tear marks on his cheeks.
The headache after drinking heavily spreads rapidly from the head to the torso like a tide the moment you let down your guard, and the pain is so severe that it makes your eyes split.
Samuel tapped the center of his forehead and let out a tired breath.
"I will never leave you alone again. I will be with you, always."
He Songfeng saw that the matter had turned a page, and immediately changed the subject sharply: "I'm going to class, what about you?"
Samuel's topic went off topic: "I'll have someone pick me up."
He Songfeng helped him sit down and said, "I'll wait with you."
At the same time, he picked up the bag that had been thrown on the ground and said aggrievedly: "The bag is dirty."
“Buy new ones.”
He Songfeng added, "The umbrella is lost."
"purchase."
"I want a Hermès bag. Not expensive, a regular Kelly for 150,000."
"purchase."
“You have to allocate the goods first, which means you have to buy some messy things before you can get the bag.”
"purchase."
"Yeah, let me choose from the mess of things in the distribution, okay?"
He Songfeng clenched his fists, placed them on his chest, and began to pray, his voice muffled: "Please, Mr. Samuel."
Samuel rubbed his brow and said, "Buy it."
Ten minutes later, Samuel's assistant got out of the car and helped the person into the car, while He Songfeng picked up his bag and jogged towards the classroom.
He Songfeng was twenty minutes late, but as a perfect student in the professor's eyes, he turned a blind eye and pretended nothing happened.
Even the report of He Songfeng's group was delayed by the professor out of special consideration until He Songfeng sat down and got ready.
As expected, He Songfeng's team got full marks.
After class, He Songfeng also received a gift from his group members: a Cartier platinum-plated blue ballpoint fountain pen with a metal body and an 18K gold nib, limited to 2,000 pieces worldwide.
The group members gathered around He Songfeng and discussed various luxury goods with him as the center.
No one cares about group work, and no one cares about learning.
What they were interested in was Angel, the canary kept by Samuel, not He Songfeng himself. They didn't even know Angel's name.
Once out of Samuel's halo, He Songfeng's life will return to its original state.
He Songfeng listened quietly without making any comments.
When asked about this, he just smiled.
"Mr. Samuel, he treats you very well, right? You never wear the same luxury goods as the last one. I'm so envious."
He Songfeng nodded and gave a decent fake smile.
The team members became interested and continued:
"Their family monopolizes 80% of the world's luxury hotel industry. Do you know Samuel's uncle? He's the head of hotel visual design and is very likely the next heir. If you can really establish a connection with them, you'll be on a meteoric rise in the art world."
This was the first time He Songfeng learned about Samuel's family. Before, he only knew that they were rich, but he never thought they were so rich.
The tip of his pen, which was scribbling on the paper, paused, and he said "Oh" nonchalantly, pretending that he had known it for a long time.
"Well—when you become rich in the future, don't forget us, boohoo..."
He Songfeng stared at the person who was acting like a spoiled child, and suddenly began to imagine himself becoming a great painter like Evander. His hands moved quickly, and soon -
A messy portrait sketch appeared on the paper.
He Songfeng lowered his head, took a quick look, and quickly tore it into pieces.
As if such an ugly work had never appeared, it was even less likely to have come from his beautiful hands.
That night.
There was a knock on Professor Evander's apartment door.
He opened the door and saw a beautiful woman with light blonde hair carrying a large orange Hermès box. He looked at her carefully for a long time before recognizing her as He Songfeng.
The box was placed carelessly at the door, and He Songfeng walked in alone.
Evander helped bring in the box.
"That's the cat bed I bought for Kitty. It's from Hermès."
He Songfeng picked up the kitten at his feet, pinched its cheek affectionately, and said proudly: "My kitten wants to live in Guigui's little nest."
He Songfeng went to great lengths to find Samuel to buy an Hermès bag, just to buy an expensive, branded cat bed for the kitten under the pretext of buying a bag.
When He Songfeng was a child, he couldn't even afford brand-name clothes, let alone wear them, and he almost froze to death in the mountains in winter.
So his kitten must have the best food and shelter.
There were two dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice on the restaurant table. The dishes looked Chinese, and the rice was specially bought from an Asian supermarket.
He Songfeng sat over with the kitten in his arms, put his hand on the edge of the bowl to feel the temperature, and said, "It's cold, why don't you eat it?"
As Evander collected the dishes and walked into the kitchen, he replied casually, "Waiting for you."
"oh."
He Songfeng nodded calmly. He Songfeng was too lazy to pretend to be moved in front of Evander.
He always felt that it was his duty to be nice to him, after all, he was so handsome.
He Songfeng held the kitten in his hands and carefully placed it next to his cheek to feel the kitten's warmth.
Five minutes later, the hot dishes were served again.
He Songfeng put the kitten on the table and let it eat with him.
"Is there any wine?" He Songfeng asked.
Evander didn't know that He Songfeng couldn't drink, so he opened a bottle of wine for him and brought two glasses. "You have classes tomorrow, so drink less."
"Yeah." He Songfeng held the cup and touched the rim of Evander's cup lightly, smiling so much that his eyes curved into sparkling crescents: "Cheers~"
Evander matched his excitement.
At the same time, he noticed the symmetrical bite marks on both sides of He Songfeng's neck, which could definitely not be made by one person.
After taking a sip of wine, the sharp alcohol quickly covered He Songfeng's cheeks, turning them into the most vivid red in the artist's brushstrokes.
He Songfeng began to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
"Evander, in two years, I will be an outstanding graduate from a prestigious university. I will have someone who truly loves me, and I will have a very bright future!"
He Songfeng didn't know how to drink at all. He just watched foreigners drinking to celebrate on TV, so he followed suit.
But at least at this moment, he was indeed extremely excited.
He held the cat in his left hand and rubbed his face with it, while holding up the wine glass in his right hand, he offered a glass of wine to the God of Heaven, thanking him for answering his prayers time and time again.
"Soon, very soon, I will have a lot of money. I won't need to rely on anyone. I won't be anyone's decoration anymore. I will be myself."
"Little kitty, do you know? I was the one who saved you. Hehe, I'm the best at saving people. I'm really great at saving myself."
He Songfeng started laughing for no reason.
His words and laughter came for no reason, as if he had such a suppressed emotion that, under long-term oppression, he could only vent it through helpless means such as talking nonsense after drinking.
"Hahahahahaha! Professor, I really envy you. You're so free, you can draw, and you're respected by everyone."
As he spoke, He Songfeng started crying again.
Not only did he cry, he also used the kitten as toilet paper to wipe his tears, and the kitten meowed innocently in his hands.
Evander comforted him, "He Songfeng, you have good grades, you are beautiful and bright, and many people like you."
This was the first time He Songfeng heard his real name from someone else, instead of Angel.
At this moment he was completely distracted and it took him a long time to react.
He is not Angel.
He is He Songfeng.
Seeing his distraught look, Evander reluctantly took the wine away and then added in a low voice: "Including me."
I am one of the people who likes you.
He Songfeng's mood suddenly plummeted. He began to get angry and impatient, and began to vent all his negative emotions on the man in front of him.
He slammed his glass on the table and yelled rudely, "Why did you take the bottle away?!"
Evander explained, "You can't drink."
He Songfeng's sensitive emotions were like instantaneous landmines, exploding the moment he stepped on them.
He slammed his hand on the table, making a deafening thud. He pointed his finger sharply at Evander's face and screamed hysterically, "I can't? Who gives me the right to order me? I drink when I want! Bring it to me! Give it to me!"
Ivander was holding a bottle of wine, looking a little helpless in the face of the unreasonable He Songfeng.
He gently advised: "Eat first. Drinking on an empty stomach is not good for your health."
"I don't want you to care! I don't want anyone to care!"
He Songfeng put the kitten down and snatched the bottle from Evander's hand.
He Songfeng picked up the expensive bottle of red wine and poured it into his mouth. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a waste of food.
He Songfeng's handsome face was twisted at the moment, completely different from his usual smiling or dull appearance.
The special flavor fascinated Ivander, and he was trapped in He Songfeng's beautiful appearance, which was enough for him to tolerate He Songfeng's bad temper at the moment.
"You'll be miserable."
Ivander looked at him worriedly, but he was powerless to indulge He Songfeng's rebellion.
He satisfied He Songfeng's requests for wine and food, and watched He Songfeng act excessively naughty again and again.
Evander could not find any authority to discipline.
As the alcohol concentration increased, He Songfeng began to cry and laugh, and his emotions fluctuated violently again and again.
This made Evander more and more worried.
But once Evander tried to ask something, he would attract He Songfeng's reproachful gaze, warning Evander not to be curious.
Not long after, the retribution of excessive alcohol took its toll on He Songfeng's body.
He held the toilet and vomited violently.
The already empty stomach, after being destroyed in this way, was left with only gastric juice reflux, burning the throat with excruciating pain like fire.
This gave Evander the chance to snatch the bottle and put it in the cabinet.
When he returned to the bathroom, He Songfeng had almost vomited all the time. He lay on the edge of the toilet, staring upward helplessly with his eyes filled with countless stubborn tears that refused to fall.
He Songfeng poured out all his hidden emotions in a shameless manner while drunk.
Ivander didn't ask about He Songfeng's tears, nor did he ask what caused his emotions.
All he could do was stay by her side silently and take care of her considerately.
He Songfeng's feet were numb and his body was like a puppet with the cotton drained out.
He lay on the bathroom floor with lifeless eyes, staring at Evander in silence.
Because of excessive drinking, He Songfeng lost control of his body and could only lie there numbly, at the mercy of others.
He Songfeng looked at the man standing high above him, and he was ready to be violated.
But Evander knelt down from his high position, carefully lifted He Songfeng's body with both hands, and carried him into the bathtub.
Evander asked softly, "Can I move?"
He Songfeng lowered his eyes, looking as if he was not afraid of death or life.
Evander's hands undressed He Songfeng, and warm water filled the bathtub.
He Songfeng became increasingly depressed. He believed that the reason he was treated well was simply because the other party wanted to fuck him, nothing more.
He Songfeng thought that he was always unfortunate.
Unfortunate people do not deserve luck or happiness.
Pain has been engraved in his heart since he was born. With every beat of his heart, these misfortunes have been transported through his fragile body and pitiful soul through the long-term blood flow.
The hand hanging down from the edge of the bathtub was quietly clenched.
But he was praying, praying—
What would a world of love look like?
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