The box is heavily curtained and the daylight does not come in.
When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he had no idea how long it had been.
All he felt was aches and pains and a blurred consciousness, and it took a while before the horrible memories of last night hit him like a car crash scene.
"......"
He was ...... last night
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were red, and for a moment he was convinced that he was too tired and had a nightmare.
He even closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, inwardly wishing faintly that he was still lying in his dormitory at the medical university, or in the old mansion on Strange Rain Lane.
But none of them are.
The miracle didn't happen.
He was still lying unclothed in the clubhouse lounge, in a state of disarray, on a large bed with half the bedding on the floor.
He Yu has gone.
Xie Qingcheng's scarlet eyes were wide open as he tried to get up, but a sharp, numbing pain shot through his body and he fell back onto the bed.
The only thing He Yu has done is to at least take safety precautions.
Now that Xie Qingcheng has propped himself up a little on the bed, he can see the used objects thrown on the mattress like slippery snake molts, so humiliating that even the tips of his fingernails flush red with shame and resentment.
...... is that he feels sorry for He Yu, he feels that he was too heartless and never put He Yu in a position where he could interact with him on an equal footing.
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Before this ridiculous incident, he had wanted to re-establish a new relationship with He Yu, one that was not doctor-patient related, but between him and He Yu.
He had never before thought of a lasting bond with a teenager, but the moment He Yu offered him his hand without thinking, Xie Qingcheng's daddy heart was finally touched.
He realised at that moment that maybe there were things he had done wrong, that the teenager was just young and his feelings were no weaker than any other person's, and that in any case he probably shouldn't have taken such a decisive step in leaving in the first place.
He thought that if He Yu would forgive him, then this time he would be willing to stay with him for as long as He Yu needed and as long as he was able.
He Yu, however, committed a brutal act that was completely outside the realm of Xie Qingcheng's imagination.
Xie Qingcheng could not accept it even if he died.
A straight man, putting another straight man to sleep.
And how many times you do it in one night, the bed set will tell the tale.
What's even more gruesome is that last night he also ended up so out of it because of the medicinal wine ......
The thought of these scenes brought Xie Qingcheng to his senses and made him sick to his stomach with shame.
He brought his hand up, set it in front of his eyes, covered it up, held it back for a moment, didn't hold it back, and raised his hand to smash the lamp on the bedside table with a thud.
Xie Qingcheng thought, "I'm glad He Yu has left, if He Yu was still here, I don't know what I would have done.
He is driven mad by He Yu.
"Ding..."
Thrown on the floor with the clothes the phone rang.
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Xie Qingcheng was annoyed as hell and had no intention of picking it up.
But the bells rang on endlessly, one after the other. As if he would not rest until he was dug out of the grave of this bed affair.
Xie Qingcheng cursed angrily, but braced his aching body to barely reach the phone and bring it to him.
It was Chen Man who called.
"Brother."
"...what is it."
Chen Man was startled: "Why is your voice so muffled?"
"......"
Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, "If you have anything to say, just say it, I'll hang up if there's nothing else, I'm busy here."
Chen Man was busy saying, "There's a situation at home ......"
Xie Qingcheng's heart was pounding from the excitement of last night's incident, and his body was feeling weak for a while, but when he heard Chen Man's words, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his knuckles turned blue as he clutched the phone: "What happened?"
Half an hour later, Xie Qingcheng appears in the lobby of the clubhouse wearing a rumpled, wine-stained shirt.
He couldn't even stand up at first, his legs were weak when he got out of bed, and when he moved he could feel a strange and horrible dull pain. Xie Qingcheng clutches the corner of the bedside table, the bruises on the back of his hand rippling.
Extremely hated and extremely shameful.
Before leaving the box, he took a very hard shower in the shower. He was always thunderous and never dragged his feet, but he was now taking a long time to put on a shirt and was in so much pain that he turned pale when he reattached his suit trousers.
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He took a deep breath, steeled himself, pretended that nothing crazy out of control had happened, white-knuckled, and walked away from the box.
It was almost as if he was walking through clenched teeth, and it took a lot of strength to keep his back as straight as usual.
But the clubhouse staff were still startled to see him.
Xie Qingcheng's skin is too pale, like a ghost coming out of the night, light as paper.
"Sir...do you ...... need any help?"
Xie Qingcheng: "No need."
"Then sir, please settle your bill for last night."
"........."
Xie Qingcheng thought he was deaf.
"Sir?"
"......" Xie Qingcheng is used to being a man, being fucked all night doesn't change that, and even though he thinks He Yu is really home too shamelessly, he'll pay if he has to, it's what grown-ups do.
He then grimaced ironically, "Fine. I'll pay."
"So sir please, is it a credit card or ......"
"Swipe your card."
"Please come with me to the service desk."
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The waiter crackles on the computer and pulls out a list.
Xie Qingcheng asked, out of habit, "How much?"
The bill was handed over and the waiter respectfully said, "The total amount spent on the box last night was 1.68 million."
".................."
Xie Qingcheng stopped drawing his card and took a look at the bill, the astronomical figures on which made him wonder if his eyes had gone wrong too.
Yes indeed, 1.68 million.
Expensive drink charges, service charges, room charges, compensation for damaged items.
Xie Qingcheng lifted his hand to hold his forehead: "...... I'm going to make a phone call. ...... Got a cigarette? And a clean shirt."
With a bill of $1.68 million already on the table, Xie Qingcheng has completely given up on himself, and any more spending is just a drop in the bucket.
After borrowing the washroom and changing into the shirt the waiter had brought him, Xie Qingcheng leaned over the kitchen table, tapped out a cigarette with a trembling hand, lowered his lashes and lit it. He took a deep puff and then dialed the number of the man he hated to kill at the moment.
If he had the money, he would have preferred to pay these sums himself, but unfortunately he could not afford the outrageous $1.68 million overnight payment.
1.68 million ......
What an auspicious number, he was banged by He Yu for a whole night and he had to pay $1,680,000 for drinks, service and room charges?
What kind of service did he ask for? A vibrator service?
And the beast just fucking ran away.
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"Hello, the user you have called is temporarily unavailable, please wait and dial again..."
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he grumpily put out the call, tapped He Yu's WeChat again, typed a few characters, and then tapped the send button.
I didn't expect a beep from WeChat, and He Yu replied in seconds.
Xie Qingcheng paused, but grimly brought back the phone he was about to throw aside and fixed his eyes on it.
"The message was sent but rejected by the other party."
Xie Qingcheng: ".................."
The bright red exclamation mark was reflected in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, which widened abruptly, and he stared at the screen in disbelief, thinking he was blind.
He Yu dragged him into the black?
Xie Qingcheng let out a low "fuck", his voice muffled and smouldering.
He Yu actually, had the, face, to, drag, black, him to ......?!!!
It's a good thing Xie Qingcheng doesn't use certain social networking apps, otherwise he would have realised that He Yu was behaving like some particularly shameless young men of today, the kind who delete their contact details after a date.
But that didn't stop Xie Qingcheng from getting angry, after all, he felt that after such a disgusting incident yesterday, it was his turn to delete He Yu, right?
Does He Yu have to drag people?
It's not often that Xie Qingcheng loses control of himself, but at this moment he throws his phone over the pool, and when he looks up, the man in the mirror looks fiercely like a ravaged beast that has been pushed to its limits.
"He Yu ......!!!"
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On the other hand, Young Master He had really forgotten about paying.
He was less mad by now, and the effects of the wine had gone down, but his mind was a bit in turmoil.
When he awoke in the morning, he found himself sleeping on his back, but something felt wrong. As soon as his vision came into focus, he saw Xie Qingcheng up close, lying in a mess on his mattress, and his whole body on top of Xie Qingcheng, his face pressed against the nape of Xie Qingcheng's neck for the rest of the night. The position was like that of a bruised and battered Xiao Long, who had flown far across the ocean for too long and finally found a warm and moist nest, and who, tired, thirsty and lonely from his flight, had finally drawn enough water to sleep in his new nest with his wings smacked and his tail curled up.
But Xiao Long woke up in a daze. And then the memories of last night's shattering madness came flooding back like snowflakes.
He Yu thought he must have been nightmared and possessed by a ghost more than ten hours ago, and that the 59-degree plum was not wine, I'm afraid, but a glass of ecstasy, two sips of which were not fearful. How else could he have done such a crazy thing and still be so intense and excited? This is a man!
He gave a man to ......
He Yu looked down at Xie Qingcheng's face, broke it over and ran his fingers over the bloody lips.
Xie Qingcheng seemed to feel this touch in his unconsciousness, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked like a crumpled page of thin paper, tragically white, with a few spots of vermilion on the surface. Such a handsome, hard, unrelated to women's faces ......
He Yu looked at it for a long time and felt something indescribable in his heart.
Absurd.
Madness.
Disgusting.
But the flesh and blood were still buried deep, not withdrawn from the marketplace. He looked at him as a dragon looks at a human being sacrificed on a bed of stone - a dragon hates people and should have driven them away or swallowed them alive, never to go mad in bed with them.
He was now like a foreign animal gradually coming back from madness, surveying the sins he had forged, his eyes reflecting this human being whom he had tortured to the point of being crippled.
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He was normally sick to death of homosexuality, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, was he really fainting from anger or from drinking at the time? Even if he was violent and manic, he shouldn't have taken it out on this man in such a way.
His illness had made him numb and cold from the start of his heart, and now it was like a freezing cold. He sat up from the bed and looked at the mess that filled the bed, his mind lingering on the sight of Xie Qingcheng wrapped around his body in a mixture of pain and desire under his eyes.
It's amazing that he actually did it.
He Yu's heart is cold as he stares numbly at Xie Qingcheng's unconscious face.
How did he just ......
Inside his head was a mixture of the thrill of revenge and the coldness of madness.
He felt uncomfortable, but felt that he had finally gotten his anger out. Who let him lie to him? Who let him lie to him for seven and four years ......
So he was disgusted on one side.
On the one hand, a flower of evil blossoms silently in the heart.
Suddenly he felt he should leave something as a memento of this crazy, sinful entanglement.
After all, it was his first time. And after this, he would never want to see Xie Qingcheng's face again, and I'm sure Xie Qingcheng hated him just as much and would not want to see him again.
So he thought about it, and finally fished out his own mobile phone from his snake-shed-like tangle of clothing, pointed it at the still unconscious man and took a few pictures of him as he slept.
At this very moment, He Yu is looking at the bed photos, at Xie Qingcheng as he sleeps. Xie Qingcheng looks frail and tired, and there are obvious bite marks on his mouth, so you can tell right away that he has done something with someone before he slept. And he was the weaker party.
He Yu stared, his brutally numb mind replaying Xie Qingcheng's broken form beneath him last night.
And Xie Qingcheng's raspy voice, which he did not restrain.
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He Yu thought coldly in his heart, "What sexual indifference, how many times did he lose in him last night? It was true that everything about Xie Qingcheng was an act.
Yet for some reason, the blood was a little hot.
As I was lost in thought, a call came in on my mobile phone, an unfamiliar landline number.
"...... hello."
On the other end of the line came the voice that had been screaming so nicely in a low voice last night.
At the moment it is as cold as frost and snow.
"He Yu ." Xie Qingcheng said, "Do you still have a fucking face?!"
Ten minutes later, He Yu, who had finished banging and running, drove back to the Empty Nights Clubhouse. The clubhouse's high-ceilinged doors opened and the waiter bowed his head to welcome He in.
He Yu looks as clean, concise, gentlemanly and polite as usual. A standard model of style.
No one would ever associate him with the whole man-fucking thing.
As soon as He Yu enters the lobby, his almond eyes sweep up Xie Qingcheng, who is standing by the service counter, extremely pale and ugly, but still standing tall with a long, thin waist and legs.
Just as He Yu looks like a gentle visitor from a scholarly family, Xie Qingcheng doesn't look like he's been tortured by a teenager all night.
He had changed into a snow-white shirt, his hair had been washed and combed, and his big brother had the same sharp, cold, bayonet-like demeanour as when He Yu had seen him before.
He Yu's eyes surveyed him from top to bottom.
These two have a different, unclean relationship after all.
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The way He Yu looked at him at that moment, it was as if he could cut open Xie Qingcheng's neatly crafted coat and see the flesh and blood beneath. It was as if Xie Qingcheng was not wearing any clothes at all.
Xie Qingcheng's blood pressure rose the moment he caught sight of He Yu, but it was only because he didn't want to make a scene in the crowded lobby that he resisted the urge to kick and stab him to death.
"Mr. He, here is the bill for your spending last night."
The waiter hands over the bill.
Despite being well versed in the service etiquette of the industry, this is still too bizarre today. When the waitress checked the box consumption on the computer, she was shocked to see what popped up, ah ...... dare this is the whole box to smash ah... ...
Did you have a fight?
There must have been a fight.
But looking further down the room, and seeing that the lube was also in the sheet, as were the condoms, Missy was shocked again.
Hitting and then putting someone to sleep?
This is so lacking in blood virtue!!!
Stirred to maternal compassion, her voice softened an octave with sympathy as she handed He Yu the bill.
Yes, the object of her sympathy is actually He Yu.
He Yu looks so beautiful, tall but long and handsome in his clothes, with the elegance of a scholarly man with his eyebrows.
Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who is so uncomfortable that he can barely hold it together, he can still wear an ice-cold look on his face.
So the waitress mistook all those condoms for Xie Qingcheng's use on He Yu.
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She thought, "Xie Qingcheng is so handsome, he must be a soft rice eater. After eating soft rice and torturing Young Master He all night, he will have to call Young Master He to swipe his card later.
What a shame!
When He Yu finished paying, the young lady bowed, gave He Yu an encouraging look, and then, with professionalism, tried to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the animal, Xie Qingcheng, and walked away on her high heels.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are the only ones left at the large turntable in the lobby.
He Yu: "......"
Xie Qingcheng: "......"
Luckily, these two masters are both of the mindset to be facetious in front of people, which prevented them from arguing with each other in the clubhouse lobby over last night's incident.
The lobby's curtain of furoshiki water rushes by, becoming a soundtrack for the two men as they stare at each other in silence.
Xie Qingcheng was staring at He Yu with red eyes.
He Yu's face may be human, but his eyes have a madness in them that no one but Xie Qingcheng would notice.
That madness seems to be a silent battle with Xie Qingcheng, as if he is shamelessly saying, "Yes, I have done it, and I am not going to see you again, what can you do to me?
At last it was Xie Qingcheng who stood up, still standing tall and coming and going like the wind in the eyes of the onlookers.
But He Yu saw a tremor in his gait.
Xie Qingcheng walks up to He Yu, his steps heavy and heart-stopping, his eyes terrifying.
He Yu felt a momentary pang of fear and the urge to turn and run again. But then he felt that the urge was absurd, that the oppressive force that Xie Qingcheng had brought to him since he was a child was still engraved in his DNA and would occasionally act out.
He immediately waved away this needlessly juvenile shadow and vowed that for the rest of his life he would never let anyone, especially this man in front of him, know what he had just thought in that moment.
He Yu calmed down and stared at him unblinkingly, after a moment, he laughed instead and spoke softly and slowly, "Brother Xie, right now, do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?"
The box is heavily curtained and the daylight does not come in.
When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he had no idea how long it had been.
All he felt was aches and pains and a blurred consciousness, and it took a while before the horrible memories of last night hit him like a car crash scene.
"......"
He was ...... last night
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were red, and for a moment he was convinced that he was too tired and had a nightmare.
He even closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, inwardly wishing faintly that he was still lying in his dormitory at the medical university, or in the old mansion on Strange Rain Lane.
But none of them are.
The miracle didn't happen.
He was still lying unclothed in the clubhouse lounge, in a state of disarray, on a large bed with half the bedding on the floor.
He Yu has gone.
Xie Qingcheng's scarlet eyes were wide open as he tried to get up, but a sharp, numbing pain shot through his body and he fell back onto the bed.
The only thing He Yu has done is to at least take safety precautions.
Now that Xie Qingcheng has propped himself up a little on the bed, he can see the used objects thrown on the mattress like slippery snake molts, so humiliating that even the tips of his fingernails flush red with shame and resentment.
...... is that he feels sorry for He Yu, he feels that he was too heartless and never put He Yu in a position where he could interact with him on an equal footing.
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Before this ridiculous incident, he had wanted to re-establish a new relationship with He Yu, one that was not doctor-patient related, but between him and He Yu.
He had never before thought of a lasting bond with a teenager, but the moment He Yu offered him his hand without thinking, Xie Qingcheng's daddy heart was finally touched.
He realised at that moment that maybe there were things he had done wrong, that the teenager was just young and his feelings were no weaker than any other person's, and that in any case he probably shouldn't have taken such a decisive step in leaving in the first place.
He thought that if He Yu would forgive him, then this time he would be willing to stay with him for as long as He Yu needed and as long as he was able.
He Yu, however, committed a brutal act that was completely outside the realm of Xie Qingcheng's imagination.
Xie Qingcheng could not accept it even if he died.
A straight man, putting another straight man to sleep.
And how many times you do it in one night, the bed set will tell the tale.
What's even more gruesome is that last night he also ended up so out of it because of the medicinal wine ......
The thought of these scenes brought Xie Qingcheng to his senses and made him sick to his stomach with shame.
He brought his hand up, set it in front of his eyes, covered it up, held it back for a moment, didn't hold it back, and raised his hand to smash the lamp on the bedside table with a thud.
Xie Qingcheng thought, "I'm glad He Yu has left, if He Yu was still here, I don't know what I would have done.
He is driven mad by He Yu.
"Ding..."
Thrown on the floor with the clothes the phone rang.
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Xie Qingcheng was annoyed as hell and had no intention of picking it up.
But the bells rang on endlessly, one after the other. As if he would not rest until he was dug out of the grave of this bed affair.
Xie Qingcheng cursed angrily, but braced his aching body to barely reach the phone and bring it to him.
It was Chen Man who called.
"Brother."
"...what is it."
Chen Man was startled: "Why is your voice so muffled?"
"......"
Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, "If you have anything to say, just say it, I'll hang up if there's nothing else, I'm busy here."
Chen Man was busy saying, "There's a situation at home ......"
Xie Qingcheng's heart was pounding from the excitement of last night's incident, and his body was feeling weak for a while, but when he heard Chen Man's words, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his knuckles turned blue as he clutched the phone: "What happened?"
Half an hour later, Xie Qingcheng appears in the lobby of the clubhouse wearing a rumpled, wine-stained shirt.
He couldn't even stand up at first, his legs were weak when he got out of bed, and when he moved he could feel a strange and horrible dull pain. Xie Qingcheng clutches the corner of the bedside table, the bruises on the back of his hand rippling.
Extremely hated and extremely shameful.
Before leaving the box, he took a very hard shower in the shower. He was always thunderous and never dragged his feet, but he was now taking a long time to put on a shirt and was in so much pain that he turned pale when he reattached his suit trousers.
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He took a deep breath, steeled himself, pretended that nothing crazy out of control had happened, white-knuckled, and walked away from the box.
It was almost as if he was walking through clenched teeth, and it took a lot of strength to keep his back as straight as usual.
But the clubhouse staff were still startled to see him.
Xie Qingcheng's skin is too pale, like a ghost coming out of the night, light as paper.
"Sir...do you ...... need any help?"
Xie Qingcheng: "No need."
"Then sir, please settle your bill for last night."
"........."
Xie Qingcheng thought he was deaf.
"Sir?"
"......" Xie Qingcheng is used to being a man, being fucked all night doesn't change that, and even though he thinks He Yu is really home too shamelessly, he'll pay if he has to, it's what grown-ups do.
He then grimaced ironically, "Fine. I'll pay."
"So sir please, is it a credit card or ......"
"Swipe your card."
"Please come with me to the service desk."
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The waiter crackles on the computer and pulls out a list.
Xie Qingcheng asked, out of habit, "How much?"
The bill was handed over and the waiter respectfully said, "The total amount spent on the box last night was 1.68 million."
".................."
Xie Qingcheng stopped drawing his card and took a look at the bill, the astronomical figures on which made him wonder if his eyes had gone wrong too.
Yes indeed, 1.68 million.
Expensive drink charges, service charges, room charges, compensation for damaged items.
Xie Qingcheng lifted his hand to hold his forehead: "...... I'm going to make a phone call. ...... Got a cigarette? And a clean shirt."
With a bill of $1.68 million already on the table, Xie Qingcheng has completely given up on himself, and any more spending is just a drop in the bucket.
After borrowing the washroom and changing into the shirt the waiter had brought him, Xie Qingcheng leaned over the kitchen table, tapped out a cigarette with a trembling hand, lowered his lashes and lit it. He took a deep puff and then dialed the number of the man he hated to kill at the moment.
If he had the money, he would have preferred to pay these sums himself, but unfortunately he could not afford the outrageous $1.68 million overnight payment.
1.68 million ......
What an auspicious number, he was banged by He Yu for a whole night and he had to pay $1,680,000 for drinks, service and room charges?
What kind of service did he ask for? A vibrator service?
And the beast just fucking ran away.
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"Hello, the user you have called is temporarily unavailable, please wait and dial again..."
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he grumpily put out the call, tapped He Yu's WeChat again, typed a few characters, and then tapped the send button.
I didn't expect a beep from WeChat, and He Yu replied in seconds.
Xie Qingcheng paused, but grimly brought back the phone he was about to throw aside and fixed his eyes on it.
"The message was sent but rejected by the other party."
Xie Qingcheng: ".................."
The bright red exclamation mark was reflected in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, which widened abruptly, and he stared at the screen in disbelief, thinking he was blind.
He Yu dragged him into the black?
Xie Qingcheng let out a low "fuck", his voice muffled and smouldering.
He Yu actually, had the, face, to, drag, black, him to ......?!!!
It's a good thing Xie Qingcheng doesn't use certain social networking apps, otherwise he would have realised that He Yu was behaving like some particularly shameless young men of today, the kind who delete their contact details after a date.
But that didn't stop Xie Qingcheng from getting angry, after all, he felt that after such a disgusting incident yesterday, it was his turn to delete He Yu, right?
Does He Yu have to drag people?
It's not often that Xie Qingcheng loses control of himself, but at this moment he throws his phone over the pool, and when he looks up, the man in the mirror looks fiercely like a ravaged beast that has been pushed to its limits.
"He Yu ......!!!"
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On the other hand, Young Master He had really forgotten about paying.
He was less mad by now, and the effects of the wine had gone down, but his mind was a bit in turmoil.
When he awoke in the morning, he found himself sleeping on his back, but something felt wrong. As soon as his vision came into focus, he saw Xie Qingcheng up close, lying in a mess on his mattress, and his whole body on top of Xie Qingcheng, his face pressed against the nape of Xie Qingcheng's neck for the rest of the night. The position was like that of a bruised and battered Xiao Long, who had flown far across the ocean for too long and finally found a warm and moist nest, and who, tired, thirsty and lonely from his flight, had finally drawn enough water to sleep in his new nest with his wings smacked and his tail curled up.
But Xiao Long woke up in a daze. And then the memories of last night's shattering madness came flooding back like snowflakes.
He Yu thought he must have been nightmared and possessed by a ghost more than ten hours ago, and that the 59-degree plum was not wine, I'm afraid, but a glass of ecstasy, two sips of which were not fearful. How else could he have done such a crazy thing and still be so intense and excited? This is a man!
He gave a man to ......
He Yu looked down at Xie Qingcheng's face, broke it over and ran his fingers over the bloody lips.
Xie Qingcheng seemed to feel this touch in his unconsciousness, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked like a crumpled page of thin paper, tragically white, with a few spots of vermilion on the surface. Such a handsome, hard, unrelated to women's faces ......
He Yu looked at it for a long time and felt something indescribable in his heart.
Absurd.
Madness.
Disgusting.
But the flesh and blood were still buried deep, not withdrawn from the marketplace. He looked at him as a dragon looks at a human being sacrificed on a bed of stone - a dragon hates people and should have driven them away or swallowed them alive, never to go mad in bed with them.
He was now like a foreign animal gradually coming back from madness, surveying the sins he had forged, his eyes reflecting this human being whom he had tortured to the point of being crippled.
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He was normally sick to death of homosexuality, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, was he really fainting from anger or from drinking at the time? Even if he was violent and manic, he shouldn't have taken it out on this man in such a way.
His illness had made him numb and cold from the start of his heart, and now it was like a freezing cold. He sat up from the bed and looked at the mess that filled the bed, his mind lingering on the sight of Xie Qingcheng wrapped around his body in a mixture of pain and desire under his eyes.
It's amazing that he actually did it.
He Yu's heart is cold as he stares numbly at Xie Qingcheng's unconscious face.
How did he just ......
Inside his head was a mixture of the thrill of revenge and the coldness of madness.
He felt uncomfortable, but felt that he had finally gotten his anger out. Who let him lie to him? Who let him lie to him for seven and four years ......
So he was disgusted on one side.
On the one hand, a flower of evil blossoms silently in the heart.
Suddenly he felt he should leave something as a memento of this crazy, sinful entanglement.
After all, it was his first time. And after this, he would never want to see Xie Qingcheng's face again, and I'm sure Xie Qingcheng hated him just as much and would not want to see him again.
So he thought about it, and finally fished out his own mobile phone from his snake-shed-like tangle of clothing, pointed it at the still unconscious man and took a few pictures of him as he slept.
At this very moment, He Yu is looking at the bed photos, at Xie Qingcheng as he sleeps. Xie Qingcheng looks frail and tired, and there are obvious bite marks on his mouth, so you can tell right away that he has done something with someone before he slept. And he was the weaker party.
He Yu stared, his brutally numb mind replaying Xie Qingcheng's broken form beneath him last night.
And Xie Qingcheng's raspy voice, which he did not restrain.
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He Yu thought coldly in his heart, "What sexual indifference, how many times did he lose in him last night? It was true that everything about Xie Qingcheng was an act.
Yet for some reason, the blood was a little hot.
As I was lost in thought, a call came in on my mobile phone, an unfamiliar landline number.
"...... hello."
On the other end of the line came the voice that had been screaming so nicely in a low voice last night.
At the moment it is as cold as frost and snow.
"He Yu ." Xie Qingcheng said, "Do you still have a fucking face?!"
Ten minutes later, He Yu, who had finished banging and running, drove back to the Empty Nights Clubhouse. The clubhouse's high-ceilinged doors opened and the waiter bowed his head to welcome He in.
He Yu looks as clean, concise, gentlemanly and polite as usual. A standard model of style.
No one would ever associate him with the whole man-fucking thing.
As soon as He Yu enters the lobby, his almond eyes sweep up Xie Qingcheng, who is standing by the service counter, extremely pale and ugly, but still standing tall with a long, thin waist and legs.
Just as He Yu looks like a gentle visitor from a scholarly family, Xie Qingcheng doesn't look like he's been tortured by a teenager all night.
He had changed into a snow-white shirt, his hair had been washed and combed, and his big brother had the same sharp, cold, bayonet-like demeanour as when He Yu had seen him before.
He Yu's eyes surveyed him from top to bottom.
These two have a different, unclean relationship after all.
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The way He Yu looked at him at that moment, it was as if he could cut open Xie Qingcheng's neatly crafted coat and see the flesh and blood beneath. It was as if Xie Qingcheng was not wearing any clothes at all.
Xie Qingcheng's blood pressure rose the moment he caught sight of He Yu, but it was only because he didn't want to make a scene in the crowded lobby that he resisted the urge to kick and stab him to death.
"Mr. He, here is the bill for your spending last night."
The waiter hands over the bill.
Despite being well versed in the service etiquette of the industry, this is still too bizarre today. When the waitress checked the box consumption on the computer, she was shocked to see what popped up, ah ...... dare this is the whole box to smash ah... ...
Did you have a fight?
There must have been a fight.
But looking further down the room, and seeing that the lube was also in the sheet, as were the condoms, Missy was shocked again.
Hitting and then putting someone to sleep?
This is so lacking in blood virtue!!!
Stirred to maternal compassion, her voice softened an octave with sympathy as she handed He Yu the bill.
Yes, the object of her sympathy is actually He Yu.
He Yu looks so beautiful, tall but long and handsome in his clothes, with the elegance of a scholarly man with his eyebrows.
Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who is so uncomfortable that he can barely hold it together, he can still wear an ice-cold look on his face.
So the waitress mistook all those condoms for Xie Qingcheng's use on He Yu.
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She thought, "Xie Qingcheng is so handsome, he must be a soft rice eater. After eating soft rice and torturing Young Master He all night, he will have to call Young Master He to swipe his card later.
What a shame!
When He Yu finished paying, the young lady bowed, gave He Yu an encouraging look, and then, with professionalism, tried to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the animal, Xie Qingcheng, and walked away on her high heels.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are the only ones left at the large turntable in the lobby.
He Yu: "......"
Xie Qingcheng: "......"
Luckily, these two masters are both of the mindset to be facetious in front of people, which prevented them from arguing with each other in the clubhouse lobby over last night's incident.
The lobby's curtain of furoshiki water rushes by, becoming a soundtrack for the two men as they stare at each other in silence.
Xie Qingcheng was staring at He Yu with red eyes.
He Yu's face may be human, but his eyes have a madness in them that no one but Xie Qingcheng would notice.
That madness seems to be a silent battle with Xie Qingcheng, as if he is shamelessly saying, "Yes, I have done it, and I am not going to see you again, what can you do to me?
At last it was Xie Qingcheng who stood up, still standing tall and coming and going like the wind in the eyes of the onlookers.
But He Yu saw a tremor in his gait.
Xie Qingcheng walks up to He Yu, his steps heavy and heart-stopping, his eyes terrifying.
He Yu felt a momentary pang of fear and the urge to turn and run again. But then he felt that the urge was absurd, that the oppressive force that Xie Qingcheng had brought to him since he was a child was still engraved in his DNA and would occasionally act out.
He immediately waved away this needlessly juvenile shadow and vowed that for the rest of his life he would never let anyone, especially this man in front of him, know what he had just thought in that moment.
He Yu calmed down and stared at him unblinkingly, after a moment, he laughed instead and spoke softly and slowly, "Brother Xie, right now, do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?"
