Ren is ruthless and touching

Back at the six doors, Ruqing locked himself in the room for three days without making a sound or eating or drinking.

He leaned on the recliner in front of the window, watching the traffic flow like ants outside the window, took a nap when he was tired, and continued watching when he woke up.

Evil cannot be seen with the naked eye. It wears a sanctimonious cloak and hides people under a gorgeous appearance.If everything that happened on that terrible night was put in a movie, then the climax of the movie must be a man breaking open the door to save him from deep despair.

Unfortunately, this is not drama, but life.

The reality is so cruel, not only will it not reach out to give you a hand, but it will push you into a deeper and more hopeless abyss.

He ruthlessly raised the corners of his lips, thankfully, he stopped thinking about it when he was six years old.

He vaguely remembered his trembling, pale fingertips holding the gun that day. The helplessness and despair came from a situation where there was only humiliation and hatred without any preparation.He clenched his fingers, his face was frighteningly pale.

"Knock, knock." There was a sudden knock on the door, bringing him back to reality from that muddled dream.

"Yayu? I'm Fang Yingkan." The voice was calm and firm, "I know you're inside, open the door, please?"

Ruthlessly stood up, he hadn't eaten for three days, he almost fell due to hypoglycemia, and broke a porcelain cup in his hand. The clear sound of "pop" made him see himself in a trance before coma, and the red carpet that was wet with tea that day, dazzling and dizzy.

The knock on the door rang persistently.

Ruthless fingers touched the doorknob, paused, and unscrewed it.

As soon as Fang Yingwang leaned forward, he was ruthlessly pulled in the door, and the door was kicked shut with a "bang".

Before he could react to the situation, he was ruthlessly pressed against the wall and kissed.

He didn't know that a person who hadn't eaten for three days could be so strong.

Moreover, hiss... This person's kissing skills are still so poor, no matter how many times I teach him, he won't be able to learn it.

Lips and tongues intertwined, a faint smell of blood spread, relentlessly grabbing his breath almost crazily, that feeling... like a greedy vampire, and like a person trapped in the ground desperately trying to grab the stick that came from above the hole. Hanging spider silk.

Fang Yingkan felt a sense of despair.

So, from the very beginning, he hugged this slightly trembling, thinner body than before, raised his arms and patted the ruthless back, as if to comfort him.Slowly and rhythmically, trying to calm his emotions and warm his heart.

His ruthless hands tugged at Fang Yingkan's sleeves until his fingertips turned white. This act was as stubborn as a child's.

He kissed Fang Yingkan fiercely.

There is no reason.

The body is very tight, and the lower body is rubbing against each other so that the desire of both of them rises a little bit. When Wuqing realizes this from this eager and selfless kiss, he releases Fang Yingkan in some embarrassment, and wants to pull the two of them apart. The distance between them was firmly enclosed by Fang Yingkan again.

Fang Yingkan hugged him and softly comforted him in his ear: "It's okay, it's okay."

Panting ruthlessly, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Fang Yingkan's kiss landed on the side of his ear, slid across the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, holding his silent face and wrapping all his reason in that moist, hot and gentle kiss again.

He hugged him and fell down on the big bed where they met for the first time. Fang Yingkan deftly unbuttoned the ruthless clothes buttons and unbuttoned his belt. The places he touched seemed to be able to ignite flames, and ruthless closed his eyelashes. , hugging his neck, only trembling slightly under these hands, relentless and rarely nervous, the only possible reason for his nervousness is his hesitation.

Fang Ying watched his reaction and made a bold decision: he pressed the button beside the bed to cut off the power, and the room fell into darkness instantly.

Ruthless's breathing seemed to stagnate, and his hands tightened subconsciously.

The man who was only a black shadow in the darkness hugged his body more tightly, kissing him constantly, clinging to him so that besides the gasping sound in his ears, it was the man's powerful heartbeat.

dark……

How long have you missed the taste of it?

Fang Yingkan's hand covered his desire, and whispered in his ear, "I will help you."

Obviously, he wasn't referring to the thing in his hand.

Ruthless would like to ask how can you help?

But waves of emotion swallowed him violently, and he couldn't utter a word with his trembling lips.In the messy panting, she couldn't think at all, but through the moonlight leaking in from the window, she saw Fang Ying's bright eyes, deep and unfathomable.

At that moment, he knew that he didn't need to say or ask.

This man, he knows everything.

He hugged this warm body, raised his head slightly, kissed in the darkness, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts me."

Fang Yingkan propped his arms on both sides of his body, looked at him for a few seconds under the thin moonlight, and replied: "Okay."

The tingling pain spread from the depths of the body, and the flesh on the shoulder was also being bitten, and the tip of the lower lip was ruthlessly frowning in the dark, still unable to stop the groan|||moan from overflowing the lips.

This was the moment when he felt the most sober and the safest in the past three days.

Fang Yingkan would never reject him, he just stood by his side and saw through everything about him; only after seeing through everything about him, he would still stand by his side.

For Ruthless, that's enough.

early morning.

When Fang Yingkan woke up, Wuqing was still sleeping with his head tilted.

His eyes were blue, and even when he was asleep, he looked haggard. The physical and mental torture of the past few days made his cheeks more sharp.

Fang Yingkan put on her clothes, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the brow.

No, the merciless eyebrows frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at Fang Ying for a few seconds before reacting, and he spoke in a nasal voice: "Are you leaving?"

Fang Ying looked at the tie: "Yes, there is a meeting in the company."

"Oh, I..." As he spoke, he moved his legs ruthlessly, as if he wanted to change his position to lie down, but he didn't want to involve a tingling feeling from the back of his waist, and instantly remembered what happened last night.The ruthless young master of Six Doors, who is used to all kinds of shameful PLAY, blushed at this time, gritted his teeth and turned over, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover half of his head, and said in a muffled voice, "You go!"

Fang Ying looked at his appearance, inexplicably cute.Thin Yan's lips curved gently and shallowly, but she only dared to smile in her heart.

24 floors.

Cold blood knocked on the door of that room, then turned the handle lightly, opened the door and walked in.

The old man was fiddling with a chess piece, stood still coldly and quietly, and said, "Uncle Shi, Fang Ying should look away."

"Yeah. Got it." Zhuge Zhengwo didn't take his eyes off the chessboard.

Leng Xue didn't leave, he hesitated, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Eldest brother... will he be all right?"

The old man's sagging eyelids drooped, and his breathing was like a silent sigh.

The black, white and white starry chess pieces in front of him, every step, every place they land, is a possibility.

After a while, the wisest old man gave a disappointing answer:

"After all, it's his own way, and no one can make the decision except him." After finishing speaking, he raised his cloudy eyes, and asked coldly with a worried face, "Is the Queen's illness serious again?"

After thinking about it coldly, he answered, "Yes."

The old man nodded: "What should come, will come anyway."