Chapter 115 He didn't say a word, he just kissed his lips raw.
Zhou Chong's eyes suddenly darkened, but quickly turned into confusion, followed by anger.
He turned his head to look at the other side, his face stern, even his jawline was tense.
Zhou Chong thought of his past life.
When they first got together, they rarely saw each other.
Although Qingshan Xiaobao is a man of few words, they have a good relationship.
Later, Qingshan Xiaobao went to film movies, variety shows, and participate in various exhibitions, and was gone for seven months.
Their contact became less and less frequent, and Qingshan Xiaobao on the other end of the video call became increasingly indifferent.
Zhou Chong began to doubt their relationship and wondered if he was going to be dumped.
One evening, when he returned home and turned on the light, he saw Qingshan Xiaobao sitting on the sofa in the living room. She excitedly took two steps toward him, but then stopped, angry at his recent coldness, and sullenly.
"You don't turn on the lights at home? To save me electricity?"
Qingshan Xiaobao turned around.
Zhou Chong asked him, "Why did you suddenly come back? Did you finish your work?"
"No." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I miss you."
Just as Zhou Chong was about to suppress his smile, Qingshan Xiaobao stood up, unbuckled his belt, and his bathrobe slid off his shoulders.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
He said two words—
"want to"
How similar is it to the present?
From that moment on, Qingshan Xiaobao seemed to have flipped a switch, either tugging at his tie and saying, "Come on, do it," or clinging to his shoulder and saying, "Not enough."
How could someone so love-struck and unaware of the truth resist such temptation?
I was completely overwhelmed by the astringency!
Now……
Zhou Chong understood everything he saw!
He was terrified, uneasy, and distressed.
He doesn't confide anything to him, and he seeks comfort in this way?
So, is Zhou Chong a living, breathing person? Or just a fully automatic, functional stick?
In his past life, when Zhou Chong thought Qingshan Xiaobao didn't like him, Qingshan Xiaobao's shyness was his only solace.
At least, Xiao Bao still lusted after his body and his sexual prowess.
I know for sure that Qingshan Xiaobao likes him.
Qingshan Xiaobao's bitterness is simply an amazing, super sweet treat!
He also fantasized that one day, he would develop Qingshan Xiaobao into the same way he did in his previous life.
It turned out to be none other than sugar!
It's a damn knife!
Zhou Chong was so angry he wanted to cry.
I'm so angry at his behavior!
I'm so angry at myself for thinking about sex in my past life!
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Shan Qingshan grabbed his arm.
"Zhou Chong?"
Zhou Chong asked him angrily, "What did you take me for when you asked that question?"
Shan Qingshan choked.
He hadn't considered this aspect.
He just felt cold, and the sun didn't feel warm on his body.
Every time he was intimate with Zhou Chong, he felt very hot, and he wanted that feeling.
"I did not mean that."
Zhou Chong felt a pang of pain in his heart. He pulled away from Shan Qingshan's hand, shrank back towards the car door, and sulked with his face turned towards the car window.
Shan Qingshan sat down next to him and grabbed his arm.
"Please pretend I didn't say anything, okay? I apologize."
Zhou Chong complained, "How can you be like this?"
"……sorry."
Zhou Chong gritted his teeth in anger, but he was even angrier at himself. He slammed his head against the car door twice, and as if he had made up his mind, he grabbed his face and glared fiercely.
"Qingshan Xiaobao, I do want to, but I don't want it to be like this. You've grown a mouth, I've seen it! If you don't use it to talk, I'll kiss it raw! You want to do it, right? I'll feed you every day, how about that?"
The .exe file, which had never heard such vulgar language before, stopped responding.
But her face turned bright red.
Zhou Chong's palms were burning red.
After Zhou Chong finished scolding him, he lowered his head and gently kissed him on the lips.
After the kiss, she snapped, "If you dare say that again, I'll kill you!"
Dan Qingshan felt a little embarrassed and quickly glanced forward, afraid that the driver would hear him.
The partition had risen up without me noticing.
He pulled his hand away and sat on the other side.
Zhou Chong immediately stuck it on.
"You're a top student, you know about communicating vessels in physics, right? They're connected at the bottom and open at the top."
Shan Qingshan covered his ears.
I don't want to hear it.
I can no longer look directly at communicating vessels.
Zhou Chong took his hand down, suppressing a laugh; at this moment, the urge to tease him was subtly taking over.
"If you dare to seek comfort from me in this way again without saying a word to me, I'll let you off this time, but I won't next time. For the rest of our lives, we'll be one, connected like a link, always together."
"I understand, stop talking!"
Shan Qingshan wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground!
How will he ever be able to look at physics the same way again?
Physics no longer exists.
"You can't handle it after I just said a couple of words? Who was it that bluntly said they wanted to have sex just now?"
Dan Qingshan turned his head, his eyes and face red, and glared at him.
Zhou Chong suppressed a laugh.
I'm not teasing him anymore.
"Can you tell me now what's wrong with you?"
"I feel terrible."
Zhou Chong opened his arms and said, "Then give me a hug."
Dan Qingshan was so embarrassed by him that he slapped the back of his hand.
Zhou Chong let out a "whoop," crying out in pain, as he leaned against Shan Qingshan, pulling him into his arms and kissing him twice.
Once home, Zhou Chong consulted a feng shui master to determine the best time to relocate the grave.
The date was set before Qingming Festival.
Shan Qingshan visited several cemeteries and selected two satisfactory plots. After making his selection, he asked Zhou Chong for advice.
Can I deliver something to Shan Huai?
What do you want to send?
Shan Huai is currently in prison and cannot move.
Shan Qingshan didn't want him to enjoy a life of luxury in prison.
He wanted to live alone in fear and torment.
"Photoshop a family photo and send it to him."
Zhou Chong understood what he wanted to do.
He laughed, "Sure, that's easy."
Shan Qingshan: "Give him another message."
Shan Qingshan: "He should stay in jail and wait for him to come out."
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prison:
"Shan Huai, there's a package for you."
Shan Huai, who was operating the sewing machine, paused for a moment.
His whole family came in, how could there still be packages?
He immediately got up and took a small box.
It's very light.
It has been opened and inspected.
Dan Huai opened the box and took out a photo and a piece of paper.
The moment he saw the photo, his face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
The photo is obviously photoshopped, because their family couldn't possibly have such a photo, but it's photoshopped exceptionally well, leaving no trace. Except for the deceased grandfather, the entire Shan family is in the photo.
grandmother.
The Shan family.
Dan Huai's family.
There are also Shan Mingli and Susan.
Standing next to them was Shan Qingshan.
Everyone wore smiles, yet it sent chills down Shan Huai's spine.
He quickly opened the other sheet of paper, which was cold and printed with plain text—
Serve your time in jail well, and we'll wait for you to come out.
Dan Huai screamed, and the paper and photos fell to the ground.
The prison guard immediately walked over and shouted sternly, "What are you yelling about?"
My hair stood on end, and my liver and gallbladder felt like they were about to burst.
He knows!
The prison guard picked up the photo. "A family photo? It's nice. You still have family members who miss you and are waiting for you. Luckily, the frame isn't glass, or it would have been broken."
"No, that's not it..."
Shan Qingshan knows the truth!
He's going to kill him!
He will definitely kill him!
The prison guard placed the photo at his workstation.
"I've put it away."
Danhuai instinctively resisted, yet had no way to disobey the prison guards.
The photo beside him was like the Grim Reaper's scythe held to his neck, silently telling him that one day, his head would be severed.
Dan Huai grew increasingly frightened as he thought about it. In a moment of distraction, he put his hand under the sewing machine. The needle and thread pierced his flesh, and he screamed as he collapsed onto the table, facing the smiling face of Shan Qingshan in the photograph.
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