Xie Qingcheng is unaware that He Yu has already had a collapse of understanding and a destruction of his beliefs, and that he has already had the idea of overturning his own past from the inside out.
But the moment he was pinned down by He Yu, he suddenly lifted the hand He Yu wasn't holding and grabbed a bottle next to him, then without blinking, smashed it with a thud.
He Yu's eyes darkened, "What do you want?"
Xie Qingcheng was already tormented by 59 degrees of plum, his physiological response was so overwhelming that he felt mentally broken, but he was not the kind of man to give in easily.
He didn't say anything, just breathed heavily, lifted those eyes and stared at He Yu's face like a cheetah, and then -
He lifted the broken bottle and without blinking, he stabbed it hard into his arm and wrist - !
The blood gushed out all at once!
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes suddenly, biting his pale lower lip.
A sharp pain yanked him back from the muck of lustful heat, and Xie Qingcheng slowly lowered the bloodied weapon, throwing his head back, chest heaving, against the coffee table countertop.
He Yu stared at him with a very hard look on his face -
Look at the way he is gasping for breath, at his taut shirt, his wine-stained lapels, at his arms that are dripping blood.
As he watched, he clutched Xie Qingcheng's arm in a death grip, the warm beads of blood seeping through his fingers little by little.
There was silence all around.
Xie Qingcheng, in this brief moment of clarity, tried to adjust his breathing while looking at the young man in front of him with those moist eyes.
After a moment's reprieve, he opened hoarsely, "...... He Yu . I asked you ......"
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"You actually ...... still care about what I said in those old videos, don't you?"
He Yu did not say a word, letting Xie Qingcheng's blood fall like teardrops, drop by drop, between his fingers, splashing on the cold tiles.
It's not just the old videos.
He thought that he already knew a good deal about even those past years.
But He Yu finally sneered and slowly said, "You've asked me that question and I've told you the answer - I don't care, who cares about that?"
"But you're not so good at lying, you wouldn't be like this today if you really didn't care."
Xie Qingcheng's face was covered in a fine sweat and he kept panting, knowing that he would not be able to calm down for long and that the only thing he could do in the short time he had was to persuade He Yu to come to his senses, or at least to sober up.
He Yu: "......"
"Kid ...... to be honest ...... me back in the day ......"
It took a lot of strength for Xie Qingcheng to speak of these things, the medicine was so strong that it soon started to spread again and began to take over his blood and flow down to his fingertips, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes with great effort and when he opened them they were watery with pain, but he still suppressed it, the knot in his throat swallowed.
"...... The reason I was ...... reluctant to stay on as your personal doctor back then was not because I was afraid of you, afraid of you, afraid that you would become a second Yi Beihai: and I would become the next Qin Ciyan: neither."
"- You were fourteen when I left you, He Yu . I can stay with you for seven years, or another seven years, but can I stay with you for the rest of your life? I'll still be with you when you graduate and work, I'll still be with you when you have a family with children, it's unrealistic, I'm just a doctor."
"Sooner or later you're going to have to get out of the shadows inside you on your own. I did, so I left."
Xie Qingcheng pauses, taking in He Yu's figure in his own eyes.
"He Yu ...... I think you should understand. How many people in this world don't have an easy life? You don't have to go anywhere else, you just go to the entrance of the hospital, you go to the entrance of the intensive care unit, you go to the entrance of the resuscitation room. I know it's hard for you, but you're at least alive and you shouldn't ......"
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But He Yu didn't quite understand him this time, and He Yu's cold heart burned with a fury he'd almost never felt before, and he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's short hair and yanked him up off the ground: "You say I shouldn't?"
"I shouldn't what?! Xie Qingcheng ...... how much pain I'm in, do you really know!"
"Numb and closed off, emotionally out of control, launching into a sickness where you can't even feel who you are! The whole thing is empty, like rust, like moth, and every second you think you might as well be dead. I've told you that. I've described it to you countless times over the past seven years ...... but you still can't relate."
"Why did you come to see me? Huh? Why did you come if you thought I should be seen in a hospital and thought my pain was nothing compared to those patients? You think it's funny, don't you? A rare mental Ebola disease in the world, even the oldest hospital in Yancheng can't find the same medical records. How interesting, Professor Xie thinks this clinical sample is fresh enough to add to your scientific research, doesn't it!"
He Yu's voice was hushed, the light in his pupils shivering with anger.
"The sick people you're talking about - cancer patients or progressives - at least the onlookers understand what it is and how serious it is, and they can more or less find people they can feel sorry for, report to and encourage each other ...... I What about?"
"I'm one of your research specimens, a funny nutcase, a monster in a cage, is that fresh Xie Qingcheng? You've seen enough and you've left, with some ridiculous lies to deceive me at the end! Don't you think it's cruel to tell me that I shouldn't be allowed to do this and that, Xie Qingcheng!!!"
By the end, it had almost become a stern question.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes seemed to glow with a halo of light, but he lowered his lashes and the light quickly faded away.
"...... I still feel that way, He Yu ." He said, "People can live, whether it's loneliness, or pain, and if you try to save yourself, you can always trip over your hard parts in the end. Unless you choose to give up before you die."
"The heart is capable of being strong, He Yu: and it's not me you should trust, it's always your own heart you should trust."
"You say it so lightly." He Yu stared into his eyes, each word seemingly stripped from hate and tinged with the fishy smell of blood, "You speak so lightly ...... Xie Qingcheng . You're not sick or in pain, you could've touched your upper lip to your lower lip and accused me of choosing to give up. What do you know? If you were suffering from this kind of illness, how well could you have done? -- Xie Qingcheng, you're the one who likes to run away and leave - you're the one who couldn't heal and left the He family, and you're the one who quit and changed careers when you saw the situation was bad."
He was almost sharpening his words to poke them under Xie Qingcheng's mean face...
"You're so hypocritical that you make me sick."
"You've been pretending for so many years ...... until this moment you're still pretending!"
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If anything, He Yu still had an ounce of sanity before.
At this moment, He Yu is completely on fire.
He pulled Xie Qingcheng's dishevelled hair, no matter how uncomfortable he looked, and dragged him to his feet, throwing him onto the more spacious sofa next to the marble table, before turning back without a word to another unopened bottle of 59 Degrees, and expressionlessly uncorking the spirits.
Xie Qingcheng's head exploded at the sight of this wine, he'd already downed a whole bottle and the heat was killing him, but He Yu had opened another fucking bottle!
"What the hell do you want ......!" Even Xie Qingcheng's voice had a hint of fear in it by this time, as he braced his limp body and tried to sit up from the couch for support.
But before he can sit up, He Yu returns with a full bottle of spirits, not even bothering to pour it into his glass, and chokes Xie Qingcheng right in the jaw.
Xie Qingcheng, who was already in a bad way, saw the bottle of wine, which was bigger than his face, up close, and his face turned white, finally gave up talking properly and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy? If you don't want to get killed, get the fuck out of my way..."
"Yes, I'm just crazy, and you're just now finding out? It's too late."
He Yu finished these words without the slightest emotion, tilted his head and took a large sip himself, then broke Xie Qingcheng's lips and teeth and poured the pungent, choking 59-degree plum he had drunk into Xie Qingcheng's mouth.
"Cough cough ......"
Xie Qingcheng struggled so much that the bottle of wine was half spilled on the floor and half poured over his body, and what Xie Qingcheng drank was not too much, but it was choking after all. As soon as He Yu let go of his hand, Xie Qingcheng coughs violently on the sofa, as if trying to cough out all the air in his lungs.
Wine mixed with blood, blood intertwined with sweat.
Xie Qingcheng's whole body was shaking, with rage and driven by the desire that had begun to gnaw at him again.
He felt as if a million insects were gnawing at his bones inside him, his body tingling and rolling with a strange and terrible heat. After coughing and catching his breath, he turned his head back to He Yu and stared at him with a fierce face, saying everything he could: "What a beastly thing you've done! No animal could have done what you did! You're crazy He Yu ......"
"That's a beast? Then Professor Xie, you're really ignorant. There are even more beasts, why don't I show you now?"
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With that, He Yu tossed the glass bottle with a little residue of wine on the floor, then bullying his way forward, he pressed Xie Qingcheng, who was about to sit up, back into the soft sofa.
He locked his hands at the wrists, his forehead hair down, and looked down at the alcohol-soaked Xie Qingcheng with a look of creeping ruthlessness.
Xie Qingcheng gasped, " He Yu ......"
He Yu heard him call himself this, and there was something so fearful in his voice that a thrill of excitement surged through the small of his back, while his eyes glowed with a scarlet light, dark and ghastly.
He pressed himself against Xie Qingcheng and coaxed softly, gently and perversely, "Don't be afraid. Hmm?"
There was still some 59 wine dolmens left between the teenager's lips and teeth, he licked it and smiled as if in retrospect, "Do you know why I'm drinking this myself?"
"......"
"Because I loathe you, I loathe men, and without this wine there are some things I fear I cannot help or serve well."
He Yu said, raising his hand to pat Xie Qingcheng's cheek: "Brother Xie, I have always been very filial to you, but you came to see me on purpose and I didn't treat you well. If I tell you this, how can I lose face?"
"So these people you don't like, and I don't force them, but aren't you feeling uncomfortable now that you're high on your own?"
In Xie Qingcheng's stunned eyes, which finally showed fear for a few seconds, he ripped open Xie Qingcheng's shirt buttons so hard that the scrupulously fastened collar button opened at once, revealing the flushed skin beneath.
"Then I'll help you."
He Yu is now so pissed off that he can't even slowly tease him, and Xie Qingcheng has gone to the lengths of self-harm to sober up - which makes him realise that drugs alone are useless.
He was now so mad that he wanted nothing more than to violently tear apart any pretensions that covered Xie Qingcheng's body, and the thought of this made him even less gender-bound.
He pinched Xie Qingcheng's jaw and said, word for word, "I can make you feel good myself today. I will personally serve you until you are happy."
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-- He and his crooked doctor.
Tonight, let's fucking sink together!
But he was ready to turn himself upside down, but Xie Qingcheng was not, and Xie Qingcheng went mad: "He Yu! What are you doing?"
"What am I going to do? You're a married man and you're asking me?"
He Yu's senses had become very sensitive after a 59-degree plum, and it was already exciting for him to tear apart Xie Qingcheng's disguise, plus the fact that the man was now dishevelled and bloodied, rolling and struggling underneath him in a scalding heat that actually made him feel hot.
He Yu's wolf-like eyes stared at him like they wanted to pluck holes in his flesh and blood.
"Xie ......" his breath was hot and his voice brushed softly between Xie Qingcheng's nostrils, "what do you think I'm going to do ...... "
Xie Qingcheng is a straight man through and through, not to mention aloof, and Xie Qingcheng knows that He Yu is also straight and even homophobic. How could he have ever thought of such crazy and outrageous things before?
It was only when He Yu clutched his wrists above his head with one hand and began to unbutton his shirt with the other that Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened with a thunderclap.
He was bloodless, staring at He Yu in disbelief, still not sure for a moment that this was true.
But then he saw He Yu's young face - fearless, bloodthirsty, sick, perverted, insane - one that wanted nothing more than to chew up Xie Qingcheng's entire dignity, that face.
Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu was truly mad, and he suddenly struggled under He Yu's fingers, even though the struggle was already insignificant, and he rasped a low voice: " He Yu you ...... you fucking... ...I'm fine ...... I don't want your help! You get the fuck out of here! Get the fuck out of my way!!! What do you want!!!"
He Yu saw fear, loss of colour, devastation on his normally calm face .........
These emotions stimulate He Yu's taste buds, making his lust swell even more voraciously. He pinned down Xie Qingcheng, who had fallen limply onto the sofa, and his fingertips were like knives, inch by inch, trying to cut Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood beneath his body.
He smiled, his handsome face looking a little twisted: "Professor Xie, Doctor Xie. Brother Xie. You should understand everything."
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The sound is deep and hot, burning through Xie Qingcheng's rapidly heaving chest.
"I'm going to serve you all night today, so remember to scream louder later."
He said, his empty hand cruising down, his fingertips brushing over Xie Qingcheng's trembling lips.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes suddenly, looking as if he was being driven mad, but he had no strength at all, and the further back he went the faster he lost it.
"If you fucking dare ...... you ......"
He Yu didn't care what he said, he started pulling Xie Qingcheng's clothes with a sullen face, Xie Qingcheng's hand broke free, but pushing him against him did nothing, so he finally had to hold on to his belt buckle. Xie Qingcheng's hands were free, but pushing him against him did nothing but clutch his belt buckle. He Yu's bloodlust followed, and instead of letting go of his hand, he lowered his head and started biting him, biting and licking his blood from the corner of his lips downwards.
"!!!"
Xie Qingcheng, sucked hard for blood, sprang up like a dying fish, eyes wide open, only to be held down again by He Yu's fierce grip. His body was already highly stimulated and his hot desire was gnawing at him feverishly, catalyzed by the overdose of alcohol, and he did instinctively crave the fiery entanglement.
It is the instinct of the beast that when human desire is very uppermost, the object, even if it is of the same sex, is not so important.
But Xie Qingcheng also remembered that he was a human being and an elder of He Yu, a former friend of He Yu's father, and that he should never and could never behave like this.
For a moment his expression became extremely painful, fierce lust mingling with extreme hatred, and he turned his face away unbearably.
He Yu drank Xie Qingcheng's blood, felt Xie Qingcheng's trembling, then he raised his eyes to him and saw the handsome face covered in flush, and pain and hate, and suddenly he could feel an excitement as intense as he had ever felt before.
This was a Xie Qingcheng he had never seen before.
It is Xie Qingcheng who is paying the price for lies and deception.
He Yu's eyes are slightly red from the fierce desire that burns them.
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The pleasure of revenge seems to make even disgust less disgusting, and the thrill of conquest can make even repulsion less repulsive.
He Yu suddenly began to hate himself for thinking too late and not having found this way of tearing Xie Qingcheng apart sooner.
During the tangle, Xie Qingcheng's shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing the wine stained skin beneath.
His chest is broad, his muscles not exaggerated but tight and strong, his lines harsh and dry, a fully mature male body.
He Yu didn't like men, but he felt his blood boil at the way Xie Qingcheng looked now...
Xie Qingcheng Didn't you say that you can't give anything to yourself?
Didn't he think that he didn't deserve to be loved?
The Xie Qingcheng, who was always above everyone, who grew up controlling him, lecturing him, scolding him, threatening him, lying to him, and finally walking away saying he couldn't afford to hire himself.
Xie Qingcheng, the cool, unassuming man on the podium who was admired by countless students and who seemed to be able to do everything and nothing.
A mature man.
Pure man, mature, tough, aloof, with enough rigidity of temperament to attract many girls and to have been married to a woman. No one would have thought he would never be estrogenic, no one would have associated him with being able to be slept with - such a manly man.
But now he was pinned down, throwing himself at him, lying beneath him with a hidden shudder.
What he wants, what he wants in terms of heat, Xie Qingcheng can actually give him.
Xie Qingcheng could have given it to him himself!
The young boy's throat rolled, the heat was unbearable and his blood boiled like soup.
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"Dr. Xie, you must remember that what happened tonight was that you were drunk and difficult and pathetically in need of help. As for me, unlike the timid and cowardly you, I would rather sacrifice myself than take care of you. You don't have to thank me. It is my duty to be helpful."
With these words, he pulled Xie Qingcheng's entire shirt down and then retrieved a black restraining belt from a nearby drawer, a place that was well stocked with such things, and bound Xie Qingcheng's hands tightly.
"I remember how you broke free of Jiang Lanpei's bonds on the rooftop, and don't worry, it's a bandit's knot that you'll never be able to untie."
Xie Qingcheng is unaware that He Yu has already had a collapse of understanding and a destruction of his beliefs, and that he has already had the idea of overturning his own past from the inside out.
But the moment he was pinned down by He Yu, he suddenly lifted the hand He Yu wasn't holding and grabbed a bottle next to him, then without blinking, smashed it with a thud.
He Yu's eyes darkened, "What do you want?"
Xie Qingcheng was already tormented by 59 degrees of plum, his physiological response was so overwhelming that he felt mentally broken, but he was not the kind of man to give in easily.
He didn't say anything, just breathed heavily, lifted those eyes and stared at He Yu's face like a cheetah, and then -
He lifted the broken bottle and without blinking, he stabbed it hard into his arm and wrist - !
The blood gushed out all at once!
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes suddenly, biting his pale lower lip.
A sharp pain yanked him back from the muck of lustful heat, and Xie Qingcheng slowly lowered the bloodied weapon, throwing his head back, chest heaving, against the coffee table countertop.
He Yu stared at him with a very hard look on his face -
Look at the way he is gasping for breath, at his taut shirt, his wine-stained lapels, at his arms that are dripping blood.
As he watched, he clutched Xie Qingcheng's arm in a death grip, the warm beads of blood seeping through his fingers little by little.
There was silence all around.
Xie Qingcheng, in this brief moment of clarity, tried to adjust his breathing while looking at the young man in front of him with those moist eyes.
After a moment's reprieve, he opened hoarsely, "...... He Yu . I asked you ......"
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"You actually ...... still care about what I said in those old videos, don't you?"
He Yu did not say a word, letting Xie Qingcheng's blood fall like teardrops, drop by drop, between his fingers, splashing on the cold tiles.
It's not just the old videos.
He thought that he already knew a good deal about even those past years.
But He Yu finally sneered and slowly said, "You've asked me that question and I've told you the answer - I don't care, who cares about that?"
"But you're not so good at lying, you wouldn't be like this today if you really didn't care."
Xie Qingcheng's face was covered in a fine sweat and he kept panting, knowing that he would not be able to calm down for long and that the only thing he could do in the short time he had was to persuade He Yu to come to his senses, or at least to sober up.
He Yu: "......"
"Kid ...... to be honest ...... me back in the day ......"
It took a lot of strength for Xie Qingcheng to speak of these things, the medicine was so strong that it soon started to spread again and began to take over his blood and flow down to his fingertips, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes with great effort and when he opened them they were watery with pain, but he still suppressed it, the knot in his throat swallowed.
"...... The reason I was ...... reluctant to stay on as your personal doctor back then was not because I was afraid of you, afraid of you, afraid that you would become a second Yi Beihai: and I would become the next Qin Ciyan: neither."
"- You were fourteen when I left you, He Yu . I can stay with you for seven years, or another seven years, but can I stay with you for the rest of your life? I'll still be with you when you graduate and work, I'll still be with you when you have a family with children, it's unrealistic, I'm just a doctor."
"Sooner or later you're going to have to get out of the shadows inside you on your own. I did, so I left."
Xie Qingcheng pauses, taking in He Yu's figure in his own eyes.
"He Yu ...... I think you should understand. How many people in this world don't have an easy life? You don't have to go anywhere else, you just go to the entrance of the hospital, you go to the entrance of the intensive care unit, you go to the entrance of the resuscitation room. I know it's hard for you, but you're at least alive and you shouldn't ......"
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But He Yu didn't quite understand him this time, and He Yu's cold heart burned with a fury he'd almost never felt before, and he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's short hair and yanked him up off the ground: "You say I shouldn't?"
"I shouldn't what?! Xie Qingcheng ...... how much pain I'm in, do you really know!"
"Numb and closed off, emotionally out of control, launching into a sickness where you can't even feel who you are! The whole thing is empty, like rust, like moth, and every second you think you might as well be dead. I've told you that. I've described it to you countless times over the past seven years ...... but you still can't relate."
"Why did you come to see me? Huh? Why did you come if you thought I should be seen in a hospital and thought my pain was nothing compared to those patients? You think it's funny, don't you? A rare mental Ebola disease in the world, even the oldest hospital in Yancheng can't find the same medical records. How interesting, Professor Xie thinks this clinical sample is fresh enough to add to your scientific research, doesn't it!"
He Yu's voice was hushed, the light in his pupils shivering with anger.
"The sick people you're talking about - cancer patients or progressives - at least the onlookers understand what it is and how serious it is, and they can more or less find people they can feel sorry for, report to and encourage each other ...... I What about?"
"I'm one of your research specimens, a funny nutcase, a monster in a cage, is that fresh Xie Qingcheng? You've seen enough and you've left, with some ridiculous lies to deceive me at the end! Don't you think it's cruel to tell me that I shouldn't be allowed to do this and that, Xie Qingcheng!!!"
By the end, it had almost become a stern question.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes seemed to glow with a halo of light, but he lowered his lashes and the light quickly faded away.
"...... I still feel that way, He Yu ." He said, "People can live, whether it's loneliness, or pain, and if you try to save yourself, you can always trip over your hard parts in the end. Unless you choose to give up before you die."
"The heart is capable of being strong, He Yu: and it's not me you should trust, it's always your own heart you should trust."
"You say it so lightly." He Yu stared into his eyes, each word seemingly stripped from hate and tinged with the fishy smell of blood, "You speak so lightly ...... Xie Qingcheng . You're not sick or in pain, you could've touched your upper lip to your lower lip and accused me of choosing to give up. What do you know? If you were suffering from this kind of illness, how well could you have done? -- Xie Qingcheng, you're the one who likes to run away and leave - you're the one who couldn't heal and left the He family, and you're the one who quit and changed careers when you saw the situation was bad."
He was almost sharpening his words to poke them under Xie Qingcheng's mean face...
"You're so hypocritical that you make me sick."
"You've been pretending for so many years ...... until this moment you're still pretending!"
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If anything, He Yu still had an ounce of sanity before.
At this moment, He Yu is completely on fire.
He pulled Xie Qingcheng's dishevelled hair, no matter how uncomfortable he looked, and dragged him to his feet, throwing him onto the more spacious sofa next to the marble table, before turning back without a word to another unopened bottle of 59 Degrees, and expressionlessly uncorking the spirits.
Xie Qingcheng's head exploded at the sight of this wine, he'd already downed a whole bottle and the heat was killing him, but He Yu had opened another fucking bottle!
"What the hell do you want ......!" Even Xie Qingcheng's voice had a hint of fear in it by this time, as he braced his limp body and tried to sit up from the couch for support.
But before he can sit up, He Yu returns with a full bottle of spirits, not even bothering to pour it into his glass, and chokes Xie Qingcheng right in the jaw.
Xie Qingcheng, who was already in a bad way, saw the bottle of wine, which was bigger than his face, up close, and his face turned white, finally gave up talking properly and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy? If you don't want to get killed, get the fuck out of my way..."
"Yes, I'm just crazy, and you're just now finding out? It's too late."
He Yu finished these words without the slightest emotion, tilted his head and took a large sip himself, then broke Xie Qingcheng's lips and teeth and poured the pungent, choking 59-degree plum he had drunk into Xie Qingcheng's mouth.
"Cough cough ......"
Xie Qingcheng struggled so much that the bottle of wine was half spilled on the floor and half poured over his body, and what Xie Qingcheng drank was not too much, but it was choking after all. As soon as He Yu let go of his hand, Xie Qingcheng coughs violently on the sofa, as if trying to cough out all the air in his lungs.
Wine mixed with blood, blood intertwined with sweat.
Xie Qingcheng's whole body was shaking, with rage and driven by the desire that had begun to gnaw at him again.
He felt as if a million insects were gnawing at his bones inside him, his body tingling and rolling with a strange and terrible heat. After coughing and catching his breath, he turned his head back to He Yu and stared at him with a fierce face, saying everything he could: "What a beastly thing you've done! No animal could have done what you did! You're crazy He Yu ......"
"That's a beast? Then Professor Xie, you're really ignorant. There are even more beasts, why don't I show you now?"
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With that, He Yu tossed the glass bottle with a little residue of wine on the floor, then bullying his way forward, he pressed Xie Qingcheng, who was about to sit up, back into the soft sofa.
He locked his hands at the wrists, his forehead hair down, and looked down at the alcohol-soaked Xie Qingcheng with a look of creeping ruthlessness.
Xie Qingcheng gasped, " He Yu ......"
He Yu heard him call himself this, and there was something so fearful in his voice that a thrill of excitement surged through the small of his back, while his eyes glowed with a scarlet light, dark and ghastly.
He pressed himself against Xie Qingcheng and coaxed softly, gently and perversely, "Don't be afraid. Hmm?"
There was still some 59 wine dolmens left between the teenager's lips and teeth, he licked it and smiled as if in retrospect, "Do you know why I'm drinking this myself?"
"......"
"Because I loathe you, I loathe men, and without this wine there are some things I fear I cannot help or serve well."
He Yu said, raising his hand to pat Xie Qingcheng's cheek: "Brother Xie, I have always been very filial to you, but you came to see me on purpose and I didn't treat you well. If I tell you this, how can I lose face?"
"So these people you don't like, and I don't force them, but aren't you feeling uncomfortable now that you're high on your own?"
In Xie Qingcheng's stunned eyes, which finally showed fear for a few seconds, he ripped open Xie Qingcheng's shirt buttons so hard that the scrupulously fastened collar button opened at once, revealing the flushed skin beneath.
"Then I'll help you."
He Yu is now so pissed off that he can't even slowly tease him, and Xie Qingcheng has gone to the lengths of self-harm to sober up - which makes him realise that drugs alone are useless.
He was now so mad that he wanted nothing more than to violently tear apart any pretensions that covered Xie Qingcheng's body, and the thought of this made him even less gender-bound.
He pinched Xie Qingcheng's jaw and said, word for word, "I can make you feel good myself today. I will personally serve you until you are happy."
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-- He and his crooked doctor.
Tonight, let's fucking sink together!
But he was ready to turn himself upside down, but Xie Qingcheng was not, and Xie Qingcheng went mad: "He Yu! What are you doing?"
"What am I going to do? You're a married man and you're asking me?"
He Yu's senses had become very sensitive after a 59-degree plum, and it was already exciting for him to tear apart Xie Qingcheng's disguise, plus the fact that the man was now dishevelled and bloodied, rolling and struggling underneath him in a scalding heat that actually made him feel hot.
He Yu's wolf-like eyes stared at him like they wanted to pluck holes in his flesh and blood.
"Xie ......" his breath was hot and his voice brushed softly between Xie Qingcheng's nostrils, "what do you think I'm going to do ...... "
Xie Qingcheng is a straight man through and through, not to mention aloof, and Xie Qingcheng knows that He Yu is also straight and even homophobic. How could he have ever thought of such crazy and outrageous things before?
It was only when He Yu clutched his wrists above his head with one hand and began to unbutton his shirt with the other that Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened with a thunderclap.
He was bloodless, staring at He Yu in disbelief, still not sure for a moment that this was true.
But then he saw He Yu's young face - fearless, bloodthirsty, sick, perverted, insane - one that wanted nothing more than to chew up Xie Qingcheng's entire dignity, that face.
Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu was truly mad, and he suddenly struggled under He Yu's fingers, even though the struggle was already insignificant, and he rasped a low voice: " He Yu you ...... you fucking... ...I'm fine ...... I don't want your help! You get the fuck out of here! Get the fuck out of my way!!! What do you want!!!"
He Yu saw fear, loss of colour, devastation on his normally calm face .........
These emotions stimulate He Yu's taste buds, making his lust swell even more voraciously. He pinned down Xie Qingcheng, who had fallen limply onto the sofa, and his fingertips were like knives, inch by inch, trying to cut Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood beneath his body.
He smiled, his handsome face looking a little twisted: "Professor Xie, Doctor Xie. Brother Xie. You should understand everything."
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The sound is deep and hot, burning through Xie Qingcheng's rapidly heaving chest.
"I'm going to serve you all night today, so remember to scream louder later."
He said, his empty hand cruising down, his fingertips brushing over Xie Qingcheng's trembling lips.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes suddenly, looking as if he was being driven mad, but he had no strength at all, and the further back he went the faster he lost it.
"If you fucking dare ...... you ......"
He Yu didn't care what he said, he started pulling Xie Qingcheng's clothes with a sullen face, Xie Qingcheng's hand broke free, but pushing him against him did nothing, so he finally had to hold on to his belt buckle. Xie Qingcheng's hands were free, but pushing him against him did nothing but clutch his belt buckle. He Yu's bloodlust followed, and instead of letting go of his hand, he lowered his head and started biting him, biting and licking his blood from the corner of his lips downwards.
"!!!"
Xie Qingcheng, sucked hard for blood, sprang up like a dying fish, eyes wide open, only to be held down again by He Yu's fierce grip. His body was already highly stimulated and his hot desire was gnawing at him feverishly, catalyzed by the overdose of alcohol, and he did instinctively crave the fiery entanglement.
It is the instinct of the beast that when human desire is very uppermost, the object, even if it is of the same sex, is not so important.
But Xie Qingcheng also remembered that he was a human being and an elder of He Yu, a former friend of He Yu's father, and that he should never and could never behave like this.
For a moment his expression became extremely painful, fierce lust mingling with extreme hatred, and he turned his face away unbearably.
He Yu drank Xie Qingcheng's blood, felt Xie Qingcheng's trembling, then he raised his eyes to him and saw the handsome face covered in flush, and pain and hate, and suddenly he could feel an excitement as intense as he had ever felt before.
This was a Xie Qingcheng he had never seen before.
It is Xie Qingcheng who is paying the price for lies and deception.
He Yu's eyes are slightly red from the fierce desire that burns them.
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The pleasure of revenge seems to make even disgust less disgusting, and the thrill of conquest can make even repulsion less repulsive.
He Yu suddenly began to hate himself for thinking too late and not having found this way of tearing Xie Qingcheng apart sooner.
During the tangle, Xie Qingcheng's shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing the wine stained skin beneath.
His chest is broad, his muscles not exaggerated but tight and strong, his lines harsh and dry, a fully mature male body.
He Yu didn't like men, but he felt his blood boil at the way Xie Qingcheng looked now...
Xie Qingcheng Didn't you say that you can't give anything to yourself?
Didn't he think that he didn't deserve to be loved?
The Xie Qingcheng, who was always above everyone, who grew up controlling him, lecturing him, scolding him, threatening him, lying to him, and finally walking away saying he couldn't afford to hire himself.
Xie Qingcheng, the cool, unassuming man on the podium who was admired by countless students and who seemed to be able to do everything and nothing.
A mature man.
Pure man, mature, tough, aloof, with enough rigidity of temperament to attract many girls and to have been married to a woman. No one would have thought he would never be estrogenic, no one would have associated him with being able to be slept with - such a manly man.
But now he was pinned down, throwing himself at him, lying beneath him with a hidden shudder.
What he wants, what he wants in terms of heat, Xie Qingcheng can actually give him.
Xie Qingcheng could have given it to him himself!
The young boy's throat rolled, the heat was unbearable and his blood boiled like soup.
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"Dr. Xie, you must remember that what happened tonight was that you were drunk and difficult and pathetically in need of help. As for me, unlike the timid and cowardly you, I would rather sacrifice myself than take care of you. You don't have to thank me. It is my duty to be helpful."
With these words, he pulled Xie Qingcheng's entire shirt down and then retrieved a black restraining belt from a nearby drawer, a place that was well stocked with such things, and bound Xie Qingcheng's hands tightly.
"I remember how you broke free of Jiang Lanpei's bonds on the rooftop, and don't worry, it's a bandit's knot that you'll never be able to untie."
