Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Angel, I like you so much...
He Songfeng was only less than half a meter away from his happiness.
Evander waited patiently for his answer, and despite his disappointment, he was still willing to listen.
Kitty was a small ball, and she insisted on crawling out of the room, howling at the top of her lungs.
Just take one step forward.
But He Songfeng couldn't do it.
Samuel is not a good man, and Samuel's uncle is not a good man either, but these two bad guys can give He Songfeng what he desires most.
He wanted wealth, status...
These things are not something that a mere university professor can provide.
Evander could give him love and respect, but could not give him wealth and status.
There are trade-offs in everything.
He Songfeng took great pains to climb up this big tree, and he would never allow himself to give up halfway.
What's more, he and Evander were not lovers with deep affection and who could not live without him.
then.
Under Evander's guidance, he frowned and snapped, "If you want to know, I'll tell you. I'm a shared lover. I have no parents, so where do you think I got all these luxury goods? Of course, I earned them by sleeping with rich men. Why do you look at me like that? It's not a secret at all."
Evander's eyebrows and eyes were gray and hidden under his deep eyebrows. His eyelashes drooped like crow feathers, casting a deep mist above his pupils.
The human figure reflected in the lens gradually distorted under the light and shadow of the corridor, like a monster with bared fangs and claws.
He Songfeng lowered his eyes and glanced at the kitten on the ground. He raised his leg and swept over, forcibly pushing the approaching animal away.
Kitty rolled around on the ground twice in a panic, howling in pain.
Evander bent down to pick it up and held it in his arms.
He stared down at the kitten, not He Songfeng.
The line of sight through the gap in the handrail was like a needle inserted into He Songfeng's body, injecting a large amount of ferrous sulfate into him.
He Songfeng's limbs were filled with highly corrosive chemical reagents, and his body suddenly felt heavy and about to break into pieces of flesh at any time.
"If you want to fuck me, you can call Mr. Samuel to discuss it. He controls everything about me."
As he spoke, He Songfeng relaxed his whole body and exhaled deeply and comfortably.
Having said that, it was impossible for him and Evander to be together, so there was no longer any hope for him.
Even if you are reluctant and can't let go, it has to end.
Ivander didn't say a word from beginning to end. He didn't even look at He Songfeng again. He looked at the kitten in his arms and stroked it helplessly.
There was no surprise, no disbelief, only regret and helplessness that were infinitely prolonged.
He Songfeng turned around very decisively. He didn't want to have anything to do with Evander anymore. Evander's purity and cleanliness made him look like a complete hypocrite.
He Songfeng quickly threw himself into the cage where Samuel kept him. This was the place where a filthy person like him should be.
The spacious apartment room was unusually empty. When the light in the entrance hall was turned on, the shadow shrank into a small black dot under my feet, like a deep pit that was about to swallow up the poor person on the ground.
He Songfeng was only wearing a coat, which he easily dropped to the ground with a shrug of his shoulders.
He walked in barefoot, passed the full-length mirror in the entrance hall, turned back, looked at the naked and disheveled man in the mirror, and looked him up and down.
There are always more cloudy days than sunny days abroad, and He Songfeng spends much more time indoors than outdoors. As time goes by, his skin becomes whiter and whiter, and he becomes more and more like the white porcelain described by Samuel, as delicate as mutton fat.
His body became increasingly thin, with a thin layer of soft fat on the surface of his small frame, which would easily leave a red mark if pinched with fingers.
He Songfeng's neck was covered with red marks from Samuel's kisses, his blood vessels were sucked to the point of bursting, and his neck was red and purple.
He wiped his neck in disgust, wishing he could cut that piece of skin off with a knife.
"It's okay. In two years, I'll graduate and return home immediately. I'll be able to completely escape the hell of living under someone else's roof."
He Songfeng comforted himself, and the corner of his mouth was forcibly wiped by his palm.
Click——
The door lock turns.
He Songfeng stopped all movements, and even the sadness was strangled to death in his dull and lifeless body.
He turned his head, maintaining a stiff smile, and stared silently.
Samuel walked in from outside, his pair of dark olive green eyes flashed into the room like ghost lights. He looked around slowly, then fixed his gaze on He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was picked up in the air, and Samuel couldn't wait to go to the bedroom. He threw him on the sofa and began to invade him impatiently.
"Angel, what makes you think I would send you to someone else's bed?"
He Songfeng raised his hands above his head, and with difficulty, he asked from his towering chest, "...What if Uncle Lambert asked for it?"
Samuel paused, but quickly denied the statement. He moved his hand down and clamped it around He Songfeng's cold thigh. He lifted it up and then pushed it forward until the knee of his leg hit He Songfeng's collarbone.
"No, he doesn't like men. As long as you don't deliberately lift your skirt in front of him to reveal your elementary school, he won't have any thoughts about you."
Samuel's fingers were long and slender, with clear dividing lines between the knuckles. His middle finger and index finger were pressed together, like a ball knot tied on a rope.
“Uhh—”
He Songfeng let out a heavy breath through his nose.
"Ivander likes you?"
The knee that was resting on He Songfeng's collarbone slammed down suddenly. The sudden force made He Songfeng's tear glands connected to his nasal cavity wet and sore, and he accidentally choked on it.
He Songfeng suddenly clenched his hand that was hanging on the edge of the sofa, his wrist shook violently, and the blood vessels dangerously pushed up a thin layer of skin, followed by a cough.
“Cough cough… cough cough…”
Samuel continued his torture: "Answer me."
"I have no idea."
He Songfeng's voice buzzed slightly from his nose. The skin on the back of his hand, which was clenched on the edge of the sofa, was so tight that it was almost torn. The blood vessels just wanted to break through the skin and escape from this rotten flesh and bones that was about to fall apart.
“Ugh—!”
He Songfeng was like a dehydrated fish, struggling helplessly and meaninglessly on the chopping board. As long as the fisherman pinched the fish's head with his hands and pressed it on the chopping board, these meaningless movements would be immediately suffocated in his palm.
But Samuel is not just the one who abuses his Angel. If he treats her rudely, he will immediately give her a tight hug.
His body sank deeply into He Songfeng's chest, his arms wrapped around He Songfeng's neck, his head buried deeply in the crook of He Songfeng's neck, and he let out heavy and dull breathing.
"Angel, I like you so much, I like you, I like you very much."
Samuel kissed He Songfeng's cheek nervously, pecking him again and again.
He Songfeng held Samuel's hand and placed it on his chest, which was flat and even too skinny, allowing the other person to feel every inch of the hardness and ups and downs of his bony bones.
He stared into Samuel's eyes and emphasized:
"I'm a man."
Samuel nodded, his hair scattered in front of his forehead, and he agreed lazily: "I know, I know."
Samuel turned He Songfeng over, and the two men no longer looked at each other.
The hot palm pressed on the straight spine of He Songfeng's back, and He Songfeng's body swayed back and forth and up and down like a rocking car placed at the entrance of a supermarket.
His palms, clenched on the edge of the sofa, suddenly spasmed after a long period of muscle tension, and he lost all strength.
His arm was like a puppet with its strings cut. It snapped and fell powerlessly onto the edge of the sofa. His muscles were out of control, but his nerves were still immersed in the final sound of spasm, and the tips of his fingers trembled helplessly.
His back felt hot, and He Songfeng's body was like a snail, and the small ball he was lying on became increasingly crumpled and shrunk into a tiny dot.
Samuel, who was smoking behind him, exclaimed in surprise. Before he could wipe off the ash that accidentally fell on He Songfeng's back, he suddenly felt tense.
He was like the gray ash that withered in his hand. His head buzzed and he was reduced to a pile of dust that could not be picked up.
Samuel held the cigarette and took two deep puffs.
"Angel!"
Samuel shouted in reproach.
He Songfeng turned his head and gave him an innocent look.
Samuel softened even more at the sight of this look. He spat out the bad taste in his mouth twice, wiped his palm on his tongue, and after making sure his mouth was clean, he pinched He Songfeng's cheek and leaned over to give him a deep kiss.
Samuel vented his anger twice before reluctantly letting him go.
Samuel got up and took a clean bath towel and threw it on He Songfeng. He Songfeng curled up in the corner of the sofa, holding a corner of the bath towel, as docile and pitiful as a little lamb.
Another cigarette fell out of the cigarette box. He pressed He Songfeng's head with his left hand, signaling him not to move, and took out a lighter to light the cigarette himself.
Samuel lit a cigarette, glanced at He Songfeng, and walked to the other side of the room to smoke.
There was still a layer of wet water on the fingers holding the cigarette, and the water was sparkling under the bright light above his head.
Before Samuel had time to put on his clothes, he changed his hand to hold the cigarette and wiped the water stains on his waist and abdomen.
Samuel quickly finished a cigarette, squatted beside the sofa, rested his elbows on the edge of the sofa, and rested his chin on his palm, seriously admiring the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Is this semester about to end?"
"Um."
Samuel's fingers brushed He Songfeng's cheek affectionately, "How are your grades?"
"good."
The wet hair on He Songfeng's forehead was pushed aside one by one, revealing a piece of smooth skin.
Samuel placed his fingertips on the center of his forehead, rubbing them gently in circles.
He Songfeng felt comfortable after being massaged and exhaled a light breath through his nose.
"Have you ever been to sea?"
“I’ve seen the sea.”
"I'll take you on a cruise vacation in the middle of the ocean."
"Yes, Mr. Samuel."
Samuel took his elbows away from the edge of the sofa, and changed from squatting to kneeling. He leaned his body down and buried his head in He Songfeng's soft belly.
Kissing and sucking.
With my head tilted to one side and my ears pressed against the thin skin of my abdomen, I could hear the gurgling of my internal organs beneath that thin layer of belly.
"Don't move."
"Um."
"I'll carry you to take a bath."
"Um."
When Samuel is considerate, he is a perfect lover, just like his face.
Samuel's hair was messy. He was busy serving He Songfeng and didn't notice that his American-style hair was about to become a hedgehog. Several strands of hair were stuck together into a frizzy tuft pointing up to the sky. It was obviously not a spiky head, but it became a spiky head.
His muscles were not that obviously big, just a thin layer. He grinned at He Songfeng with his teeth showing, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy skateboarding on the street, immature but straightforward.
He Songfeng raised his hand and stroked the face.
Handsome.
It's a pity that he is not a good person.
Samuel skillfully cleaned He Songfeng from inside to outside. He did not let He Songfeng walk even half a step. When he sent him to bed, he brought him a cup of hot water. After watching He Songfeng drink it, he went back to scrub himself.
I really enjoy the feeling of being depended on by He Songfeng.
While sitting in the bathtub, he caught a glimpse of He Songfeng's underwear hanging next to the dirty clothes basket.
Without thinking, he turned around and grabbed it, covering his face with it and took a deep breath.
It was like taking a strong hallucinogen. The whole person collapsed into the bathtub, with his mouth, nose and eyes submerged in the water, floating like a decadent corpse.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff of smoke, and sniffed He Songfeng's underwear.
At this moment, he regretted introducing He Songfeng to his uncle.
I regretted so much that I arranged for He Songfeng to live in this apartment.
But then he thought, his Angel would be so attractive no matter where she is, but the only one who truly possesses Angel is himself.
When he thought of this, the strong hallucinogenic effect in Samuel's mind became stronger and stronger. It was as if he had inhaled it, and even felt extremely strong like an intravenous injection. The wild excitement rushed straight to the cerebral cortex.
Unconsciously, He Songfeng's underwear was torn in his hands. Guiltily, he crumpled the fabric into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and walked out of the bathroom pretending nothing had happened.
He Songfeng was not asleep yet, and watched him approach with his eyes open.
Samuel lifted the quilt, and his huge body moved closer to He Songfeng's side, then he used his broad arms to pull him over.
He Songfeng was trapped in Samuel's arms, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of Samuel's hormones.
This was the first time Samuel stayed overnight in this apartment, and the other party was obviously not used to it either. The two of them stared at each other until late at night, until they were too sleepy to open their eyes and finally fell asleep.
The next morning.
He Songfeng sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched on the edge, and he was nervous and alert.
Looking up, he saw Samuel walking in with a toothbrush filled with toothpaste. He Songfeng buried his eyes high in his upper eyelids and couldn't recover for a long time.
Why are you still here... How annoying.
He Songfeng's mouth drooped, looking unhappy.
Samuel came forward, half-knelt on the ground, and let He Songfeng's foot step on his knee, "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"
"I didn't sleep well." He Songfeng opened his mouth and held the toothbrush that was handed to him. The minty taste quickly filled his mouth.
Samuel pinched He Songfeng's delicate feet, bent down and left a wet and sticky kiss on the instep of her feet before starting to put socks on He Songfeng.
The edge of the socks left a light pink mark on He Songfeng's ankle, and his toes twisted restlessly in the socks.
Just when He Songfeng thought it was over, Samuel remained half-kneeling and took out a small square box from his pocket. With a click -
The 18K rose gold Cartier LOVE series ring inlaid with diamonds stands out.
Samuel took out the ring, gently pinched He Songfeng's finger, and pushed the ring into the middle finger.
He Songfeng laughed while biting his toothbrush.
He raised his hand and kissed the ring with his minty lips.
But the next second after Samuel walked out of the room, the expression suddenly disappeared from He Songfeng's face.
Samuel didn't propose or confirm the relationship, he just gave her a ring, that's all.
It’s just because I made He Songfeng unhappy the day before, so I gave him a gift today to comfort his pet.
He Songfeng was very clear about this.
When the two of them went out, they happened to meet Ivander who was also going out.
Samuel quickly pinched He Songfeng's fingers, deliberately showing off the diamond ring on his middle finger.
He stared at Evander with his eyebrows raised high, and his mouth turned to one side in a vicious and provocative manner.
Evander greeted them both politely.
It seemed that he no longer regarded He Songfeng as a special person.
Just neighbors, that's all.
Evander extended his hand to He Songfeng, not so much a greeting as a concern: "Your relationship is not a sponsorship, it's a lover, right?"
He Songfeng did not respond to the outstretched hand. His eyes dropped coldly to the ground as he counted the steps on the stairs beside him.
Evander said, "Then I bless you."
"Thanks."
Samuel thanked him on behalf of He Songfeng, and his palm suddenly pierced into Ivander's palm like a nail. The muscles in his forearm swelled, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. The bones of the two people crackled under the pressure of skin and flesh.
The sight was like a rivet stuck in a rock, sharply piercing into the wrestling match between the two men.
In the end, Ivander withdrew his hand, ending this meaningless fight.
He walked past the two of them carrying his painting materials.
"He likes you." Samuel concluded, biting He Songfeng's ear viciously and yelling angrily:
"He still likes you now!"
He Songfeng added fuel to the fire with an innocent look and a helpless tone: "Your uncle likes me too."
Samuel felt so angry that he couldn't shout out.
He couldn't be mean to his Angel for this!
"Fine, I know what I should do!"
He Songfeng covered his ears, walked around him, and complained in a coquettish tone: "You are too noisy."
Samuel's temper was controlled by He Songfeng. He was like a balloon about to explode, but he could only hold back his temper, stick to He Songfeng, holding his hand and hugging his waist.
Samuel packed his luggage and moved into the apartment that day. In the following days, he ate, lived and traveled with He Songfeng, keeping a close eye on him.
It wasn't until the end of the semester, when the two of them were standing on a luxury cruise ship sailing into the vast ocean, that Samuel's nervousness was finally relieved.
They were top-level privilege members, so they were able to avoid the crowds and board the ship five hours in advance. At this time, there were only a few dozen people on the empty top of the cruise ship, and the sea view was not fully displayed. The staff were hurriedly doing their work.
Samuel was recognized and forced into a conversation.
He Songfeng broke free from Samuel's hand and curiously went deep into the front deck of the cruise ship. Everything here was new and interesting, including the swimming pool, restaurant, bar and even the casino.
The sea view revealed a straight gap on the horizon, allowing He Songfeng to catch a glimpse of beauty even before going out to sea.
He Songfeng came from the mountains. He had never been in such close contact with the sea, not to mention that the rights introduction card in his hand clearly stated: Owner's rights.
His current status is superior to 90% of the people on this ship.
And the door to the top deck of the cruise ship opened for him.
As he walked forward, the salty, wet sea breeze blew in, blowing his loose light blond hair apart and messing up his vision.
There were other people on deck already, a man and a woman.
The waiter came over with a glass of translucent champagne. He Songfeng waved his hand to decline and at the same time lifted his messy hair and tucked it behind his ear.
He Songfeng looked straight over, and in his surprise he even forgot to hide his presence, and his gaze fell abruptly and directly on the man.
The lady next to the man was wearing a misty blue dress and a wisteria flower hair accessory in her hair. She was talking to the man with a smile.
He Songfeng frowned.
Because of the woman's gestures, he could actually see the shadow of his own gentle and obedient self when he was trying to please her.
With her head lowered, her eyebrows slightly drooped, and her hands folded in front of her, she mostly listened when the man spoke.
The wisteria flowers on her temples fell down with a light laugh, and were trembling restlessly in the wind, as if tempting the man to approach and tease her.
The man lit a cigarette, caught a glimpse of He Songfeng out of the corner of his eye, and pushed his hand inside to signal him to come over.
He Songfeng looked at the shivering woman and then at the smoking man.
He Songfeng suddenly realized and smiled, but in fact he was sneering.
Dou Mingxu is still clinging to his straight man identity. He would rather find a female stand-in to replicate He Songfeng's every move one-to-one than admit that He Songfeng is sexually attracted to him.
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