Prostitution

The sky is blue, the thin clouds are like silk, the breeze is blowing slightly, and the shadows of the clouds are rustling in the greenery.

At the foot of Xianling Mountain, there is endless greenness as far as the eye can see.

The rice leaves are green, the vegetation is lush, and there is vitality as far as the eye can see.

The rice fields between the ridges are vertical and horizontal, and on the winding path, two figures walk slowly.

Far away, someone in the field greeted the two of them loudly.

Wen Wuyu also opened his voice to return to An.

The scenery of lakes and mountains and the sound of people are rippling, which makes the world seem spacious and quiet here.

The two were speechless all the way.

"You go and sit there."

After returning to the wooden house, Wen Wuyu pointed to the other side of the hall with an unkind expression. He was sweating all over, and went into the back room to take off his cumbersome coat.

After a while, he was dressed in a moon-white shirting robe and shoes, and walked towards the study with bare feet.

Yuan Cheng was originally occupying the rattan chair, but when he saw him coming, he got up and sat cross-legged on the blanket beside him.

He lowered his face slightly and looked at the ground, but his heart was beating loudly. According to his observation, the problems he faced next might not be easy to solve.Judging by Wen Wuyu's posture, it is clear that there is a battle to extort a confession.

Yuan Cheng thought that during the half a year of running around the world, his behavior and habits, and even his eyes, were seamless.

"Turn around." Wen Wuyu straightened the wicker chair, sat down, and raised his foot to step on the chair surface without regard to details, his sitting posture can be described as heroic.

When Yuan Cheng heard the order, he could only turn around and face each other, still keeping his eyes down.

"Raise your head." Wen Wuyu's voice was neither soft nor heavy, his expression was calm, but his tone seemed to be full of wind and rain.

Yuan Cheng raised his face and looked at him calmly.

Wen Wuyu casually put one hand on his lap, grabbed the armrest of the rattan chair with the other, slightly arched his back and leaned forward slightly.His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, piercing directly into his eyes, making people shudder.

Yuan Cheng's heart went straight up, hanging in mid-air.

He said coldly, "Listen, I'll just ask you once, have you remembered?"

Yuan Cheng blinked, a moment of hesitation flashed in his mind, but he didn't think about it at all, and immediately confessed, "Yes."

Wen Wuyu Xu didn't expect him to admit it like this, he was slightly taken aback, his eyebrows were immediately furrowed, and then he kicked Yuan Cheng's chest fiercely with his feet on the wicker chair.

This kick was caught off guard, and with a lot of strength, Yuan Cheng fell back unsteadily, and hurriedly put his hands on the ground.

But suddenly his body sank, and Wen Wuyu rushed towards him.

Knee hard on his stomach, a fist punched his cheek and mouth corner.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Cheng couldn't breathe because of the slap in the stomach, he was punched in the face, and the smell of blood immediately came out of his mouth.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Wuyu seemed to burst out all the grievances accumulated over the years, and he waved his fists like rain, greeting him in the face.

Wen Wuyu was not familiar with fighting, and he didn't have any real boxing skills. Facing someone who knew martial arts, he thought, slapping the face would be the most painful.

Yuan Cheng's eyes were shining with gold stars, his nasal cavity was sore, and he was about to cry from choking, of course he understood that if he dared to fight back at this moment, he would not have to turn around in the future.He could only twist left and right symbolically, trying to block the random punches with both hands as much as possible.

"Stop beating...I admit it, but you still beating..." Yuan Cheng shielded his face, dodging left and right, but he didn't dare to really dodge and let his fist hit the floor.

"If you don't recognize it, you have to hit it..." Wen Wuyu held down one of his wrists, panting like a cow and punching.

"Don't slap your face..."

Wen Wuyu was stronger than expected, Yuan Cheng finally turned over carefully and with difficulty, and buried his face.

"Does it hurt..."

"pain…"

Wen Wuyu was staggered and immediately pressed down on his back again, casually picked up the bamboo slips that fell from the desk, and slammed it on his head, "There is no such thing as a fight..."

"You are committing violence..." Yuan Cheng's voice was muffled.

Wen Wuyu snorted and panted, "...you just need to clean up..."

Yuan Cheng held the back of his head with both hands, and the bamboo slips made his fingers ache, so he couldn't help it, so he gritted his teeth, pushed his waist and abdomen to stand up, and quickly rushed up when Wen Wuyu fell to the ground before he could get up, but He didn't hold him down with the whole body, but knelt on both sides, clamped his wrists and pressed them on the blanket.

The situation turned sharply, but Wen Wuyu seemed to be really red-eyed, his relatives refused to recognize him, and when his legs and feet were still flexible, he immediately bent his knees and pushed him at the root of his life.

Although this blow was not a full-strength blow, it was enough for Yuan Cheng to bear. He couldn't help crying out in pain, fell to the side, covered his hands with his hands, curled up his legs, and bit his lip in pain.

The bamboo slips in Wen Wuyu's hand had already been broken, and a few pieces of bamboo fell out, which were scattered like the bun on his head. His eyes were burning, staring at Yuan Cheng, who was bleeding from his nose and his facial features were distorted, panting unceasingly.

Yuan Cheng narrowed his eyes, his face was colorful, full of silent pain.

Seeing that Wen Wuyu raised the letter and was about to start a new round of violence, he wailed and said, "I was wrong, stop beating..."

Wen Wuyu paused his hands in the air, saw a small porcelain bottle leaking from his cuff, took a step forward to pick it up, took a closer look, and squinted at him, "What is this?"

There is no doubt that Zhang Daxian concealed the truth, so what is in this bottle is naturally not the antidote.

Yuan Cheng said wearily, "He said it was a tonic, but I don't know what it is."

Wen Wuyu was silent for a while, and smiled treacherously, "Since it's a tonic, then you can take it." He poured out two purple-red pills from the bottle mouth, and approached him in a sinister manner.

Yuan Cheng was sweating profusely, the pain in his abdomen subsided, the corners of his mouth and eyelids were red, showing signs of swelling.He took a deep breath, sat up, took off his coat in twos and twos, took the pill, and said cautiously, "The ugly words are the first, no matter what the consequences are, you will be responsible."

Wen Wuyu smiled at Yan Yan and nodded.

"Okay." Yuan Cheng raised his eyebrows and threw the pill into his mouth.

Wen Wuyu watched him swallow, and then stood up in satisfaction.

"Wen Ruo." Yuan Cheng suddenly called him by his real name.

Wen Wuyu turned back in surprise, Yuan Cheng threw him down suddenly, pinched his cheeks, and blocked his mouth, with his nimble tongue, he put one of the pills into his mouth in a short while.

The whole process was neat and tidy.

Wen Wuyu was forced to swallow the pill, his angry eyes widened and he was about to be furious again, Yuan Cheng had already got up, and ran into the bedroom as if flying, and locked the door.

Wen Wuyu rushed to catch up, but was a few steps too late, so he could only slam on the door.

"I'll count to three, if you don't open the door, I want you to die ugly!"

Yuan Cheng pressed his back against the door, laughing uncontrollably, "If you die together, you will never open the door until you calm down."

Hearing this, Wen Wuyu became even more furious, he raised his foot and kicked the door, not wanting to forget he didn't wear shoes in a fit of anger, and lost his accuracy, he heard a squeak, his toe sprained, and he grinned in pain and hopped.

After a while, the cabin was finally quiet, and the birds in the forest were chirping happily.

Wen Wuyu lay on his back, dazed in a daze, his feet were hanging down the steps, his toes were hot and painful.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white.

Once upon a time, just like today.

Ten years passed in a flash.

Who knows if he had told the truth back then, whether there would have been a different ending.

Just like this time, if Yuan Cheng is pretending to be stupid to the end, will he still have the patience to accompany a person who is speechless?

"Wen Ruo?" Yuan Cheng came out of the door with a bruised nose and a swollen face, looking funny.

"Don't call me that name, disgusting people." Wen Wuyu said flatly.

"No corner?"

……

Yuan Cheng grinned and walked to Wen Wuyu's side, "Are you hot?"

"A little bit." He already felt an unreasonable restlessness in his body, with a tendency to lust.

"Come into the house." Yuan Cheng leaned over and hugged him horizontally.

This contact was even more terrible, even the lower abdomen suddenly felt an unbearable taste, Wen Wuyu frowned, and asked, "What kind of medicine is that?"

Yuan Cheng suppressed a smile, and replied seriously, "Zhang Daxian did say it was a tonic, but now I suspect that it is an aphrodisiac."

Wen Wuyu froze all over, raised his eyes to look at him, and was finally discouraged.

That countenance was miserable enough.

What else do you care about?